"Huh?"
A burly man wearing a tank top, with dragon and tiger tattoos on his arms, looking like a gangster, frowned when he saw Hiratsuka Shizuka walking quickly towards them.
"What do you want?"
Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't reply, but merely narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing within them.
"This is my student. Before I call the police, you'd better be sensible and leave. Otherwise, I don't mind stretching my limbs a bit."
"Huh?"
The burly men scratched their heads in confusion at her words.
"You seem to have misunderstood. We're not looking for trouble with him."
Hiratsuka Shizuka crossed her arms over her chest and scoffed.
"Still making excuses? Then why are you surrounding him?"
The burly men exchanged glances, and one of them cautiously replied,
"We're asking Yozora for advice on how to exercise effectively."
Hearing this unexpected answer, Hiratsuka Shizuka couldn't help but be stunned, her eyes filled with suspicion as she looked at Yozora, who was sitting there.
"Huh? Is that so?"
Yozora yawned and smiled nonchalantly.
"That's exactly right."
Hiratsuka Shizuka clearly didn't quite believe his explanation and carefully examined Yozora's physique, thinking to herself,
His physique was indeed very well-proportioned, and clear muscle definition could be seen on his arms.
But…
Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at the burly men, who resembled the Hulk, and thought that Yozora seemed quite a bit smaller compared to them.
Had the roles in this so-called 'seeking advice' been reversed?
Seeing Hiratsuka Shizuka's silent expression, the tattooed burly man impatiently waved his hand.
"If there's nothing else, you should leave quickly. Don't delay our progress."
Then he looked at Yozora, and the fleshy face instantly transformed into an expression of utmost respect, even what Hiratsuka Shizuka would consider fawning.
"Little brother, I haven't been able to break through my heavy lifts recently. Is my form wrong? Or is there an issue with my training and diet plan? I haven't seen you in a while, quickly give me some pointers."
As the saying goes,
Moderate fitness attracts the opposite sex.
Excessive fitness attracts the same sex.
In the eyes of these burly men, Hiratsuka Shizuka, with her impressive figure and beautiful face, was far less attractive than Yozora, who could provide them with a fitness plan.
"You guys wait."
Hiratsuka Shizuka quickly walked up to Yozora and asked, puzzled,
"Are you very famous in this gym?"
Yozora, while disassembling the barbell plates, casually replied,
"Of course, I'm a famous muscle man."
"A what?"
"Muscle man."
Upon hearing the term, Hiratsuka Shizuka's cheeks flushed crimson, and she bit her silver teeth, saying resentfully,
"You, you, you actually dare to make a vulgar joke with your teacher!?"
Yozora looked puzzled, gazing at Hiratsuka Shizuka with a very clear and innocent expression, asking in confusion,
"Is there a problem? 'Muscle man' means someone who is very good at fitness. What do you mean by 'making a vulgar joke,' teacher? I don't quite understand."
"I, this, no…"
This time, Hiratsuka Shizuka was completely stumped and didn't know how to explain.
In the end, she just glared fiercely at Yozora and turned to leave in a huff.
Hiratsuka Shizuka wasn't stupid.
How could a boy Yozora's age not know the double meaning of 'muscle man'?
This was clearly him deliberately teasing her!
When Hiratsuka Shizuka sat back down, Kirisu Mafuyu said calmly,
"As a teacher, you were actually teased by a student."
"No more nagging!"
Hiratsuka Shizuka's cheeks were slightly red. She originally wanted to leave the gym immediately, but after a second thought, her curiosity ultimately won out.
She simply didn't understand.
How could an ordinary high school freshman, whose muscles weren't even particularly exaggerated, have so many people sincerely seeking his advice?
The waiting time wasn't long.
Yozora only chatted with a few burly men for a while, then did a few sets of bench presses, and left the gym.
Hiratsuka Shizuka finally got her chance and immediately stood up.
Kirisu Mafuyu didn't even need to ask to know what she wanted to do, and said calmly,
"Go if you want to see. I've been sitting here with you doing nothing for half an hour; I'm going to catch a cold."
Hiratsuka Shizuka smiled awkwardly.
"Got it, I'll treat you to dinner later to make it up to you."
With that, she tiptoed to the equipment area.
What Hiratsuka Shizuka wanted to confirm was very simple.
What was the approximate weight Yozora was bench pressing?
When she clearly saw the numbers on the barbell plates and added them up in her mind, she was astonished.
"Two... two hundred kilograms!?"
This exaggerated number gave Hiratsuka Shizuka a small but shocking muscle-bound realization.
Good heavens.
A first-year high school student bench pressing two hundred kilograms for reps.
Is he even human?
No wonder those strong men had to ask Yozora for advice.
So that's what it was all about.
However, after a brief moment of surprise, a look of worry appeared between Hiratsuka Shizuka's brows.
If it were any other student, that would be one thing.
But for Yozora, who had a history of causing harm in junior high, wouldn't such abnormal physical prowess really lead to safety issues?
Young people are prone to impulsiveness.
Coupled with the fact that Yozora received a bad reputation on his very first day of enrollment.
What if he gets into a conflict with other students later and doesn't know when to hold back? What then?
Thinking of this, Hiratsuka Shizuka made up her mind.
She had to find a way to correct Yozora's personality, at least to make him behave himself while at school.
...
Several hours later, at one in the morning, in an alley in Kyoto.
"Give me the money!"
A middle-aged man with a twisted, hideous face held a sharp dagger to a young woman's neck.
In his mind, a voice kept whispering.
"Kill her, kill her, kill her..."
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged man covered his head with his left hand, bloodshot veins appearing in both his eyes.
Seeing his frenzied appearance, the young woman was almost scared to pee, her hands trembling, and she accidentally dropped her wallet on the ground.
"Are you doing this on purpose!?"
"No, not..."
The young woman stammered an explanation, but the middle-aged man couldn't hear a word.
Because all he could hear was the constant whispering.
The sharp dagger pierced the young woman's fair neck, and bright red blood seeped out, reflecting in the middle-aged man's eyes, making the voice in his mind even clearer.
"Kill her!"
Just as the middle-aged man was about to lose his sanity and plunge the tip of the dagger into the young woman's neck, a voice with a playful laugh sounded from not far behind him.
"What a low-level robbery."
"What is that you're holding, a fruit knife?"
"Alas, if you're not striving for excellence like this, how can you stand out in the highly competitive industry of robbers?"