Deliberate Punch

"You're quite arrogant!"

Seeing Fujii Itsuki's calm and composed face, seemingly unaware of his situation, Chiba Shoko said with visible irritation.

Ogihara Saki held onto Fujii Itsuki's arm, secretly stealing glances at his profile.

'Fujii-kun must be scared by Chiba-senpai...'

'He's usually such a gentle person, and it's all my fault for getting him involved.'

Though trembling herself, Ogihara Saki thought guiltily and tried to defend Fujii Itsuki: "I'm sorry, Chiba-senpai. It's all my fault. Please don't involve innocent people."

"Fujii-kun is innocent..."

"Shut up!"

Chiba Shoko's angry shout made Ogihara Saki's heart skip a beat.

"Who do you think you are to decide who gets involved?"

Chiba Shoko showed a mocking expression.

"You're so quick to defend that worthless Fujii. Could it be that you like him?"

"I... I don't..." Ogihara Saki was at a loss for words, unconsciously glancing at Fujii Itsuki before lowering her head, her voice barely audible.

"Haha, Ogihara is getting shy!"

"The boss really hit the mark!"

Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei gleefully added fuel to the fire.

"So you're a pair of pathetic lovebirds..." Chiba Shoko's eyes were full of contempt as she said haughtily, "Well, it makes sense. Two Third-Class Students like you are perfect for each other."

In Japanese school circles, there was an unwritten hierarchy - First-Class Students, Second-Class Students, and Third-Class Students.

First-Class Students were the popular campus figures like the art club president and soccer team captain. They were also called the "fulfilled ones."

Second-Class Students had the broadest range, including everyone from class representatives and committee members to ordinary students.

Third-Class Students were the introverted loners or those with physical and psychological defects. They had the lowest status in class, the least say in matters, and were often the targets of mockery and bullying.

Fujii Itsuki and Ogihara Saki were what Chiba Shoko called Third-Class Students.

"Boss, why don't we make these lovebirds strip naked and take pictures?"

"Hahaha, interesting! If they dare report to the teachers, we'll post the photos online!"

Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei stirred up trouble with malicious glee.

Hearing this, Chiba Shoko raised her delicate eyebrows, lifted her chin, and looked at the two in the bathroom stall with interest.

"Go on, strip them!"

She signaled to Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei.

Following their orders, the two immediately turned to Fujii Itsuki and Ogihara Saki with wicked grins.

"Well, are you going to do it yourselves, or do we need to help?"

"Better strip on your own. Don't make it hard for us, or it'll hurt!"

"..." Hearing their voices, Ogihara Saki's face turned pale. She bit her lip helplessly and looked toward Fujii Itsuki.

Fujii Itsuki's face was as dark as a mirror lake, maintaining his silence. He quietly focused on the rage meter in his system panel, which was nearly maxed out.

Seeing that neither of them moved, Matsui Aoi reached out angrily to grab Fujii Itsuki's clothes.

However, Fujii Itsuki moved faster, countering with a heavy slap across Matsui Aoi's face!

"SLAP—!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the cramped stall and quickly spread across the entire bathroom.

Everyone present froze in shock.

"You..." Matsui Aoi's mind went blank.

She held her swollen face with one hand while pointing shakily at Fujii Itsuki with the other, unable to form complete sentences.

No one could have expected the usually timid and weak Fujii Itsuki to suddenly fight back!

"Fujii-kun..." Ogihara Saki's mouth gaped slightly, her gaze toward Fujii Itsuki taking on a strange new quality.

"You bastard!" Onodera Rei, being the closest, snapped out of her shock and lunged at Fujii Itsuki with her sharp nails aimed at his face.

If she succeeded, Fujii Itsuki would be left with scars at best, or have his face torn open at worst.

However, being a grown man of over 170 centimeters, his absolute advantage in height and strength made all enemies seem like paper tigers.

"Get lost!"

Fujii Itsuki raised his leg and kicked at the charging Onodera Rei.

The strike was lightning-fast, cutting through the air.

"Oof—"

Onodera Rei was instantly kicked to the ground, rolling twice before coming to a stop like a gourd in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, Chiba Shoko's two underlings had lost their fighting ability.

"Matsui! Onodera!"

Looking at her two followers writhing on the ground, Chiba Shoko, their leader, was filled with disbelief.

How dare he?

How dare he fight back!

He's supposed to be just a weak Third-Class Student!!!

Chiba Shoko's eyebrows rose in anger as she glared fiercely at Fujii Itsuki.

Ogihara Saki's eyes were filled with shock as she looked at Fujii Itsuki.

'Fujii-kun...'

'He's amazing, just like an action movie star!'

Before she could remain shocked for long, she saw Chiba Shoko suddenly rush forward and engage with Fujii Itsuki.

The narrow stall could barely fit three people, forcing Ogihara Saki to squeeze next to the toilet.

In martial arts, when it comes to practicality, hard-hitting styles like karate and boxing don't rank very high. The truly formidable ones are wrestling and judo.

In real combat, no matter how fast your punches or how strong your body, you can't withstand a well-executed shoulder throw.

And Chiba Shoko was a judo expert!

She was around 170 centimeters tall, with a proportionate figure, slender white arms, and straight, elastic white legs beneath her skirt.

Chiba Shoko seized the opportunity to grab Fujii Itsuki's arm, deliberately rushing in to collide with him chest-to-back.

Then, she locked his arm tightly with both hands, stabilized her stance, and coordinated her hips, waist, and back in one fluid motion!

"Shoulder throw!"

Chiba Shoko wore a confident smile.

In the next second, her smile transformed into surprise, then gradually changed to confusion and bewilderment.

"Why can't I lift him?!"

This guy was supposed to be frail, weighing at most 120 pounds. She was a blue belt who could throw 200-pound wrestling experts!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Chiba Shoko's face turned red as she tried again with all her might, but Fujii Itsuki remained unmoved.

"Is this all you've got, Chiba-senpai?"

Fujii Itsuki's lips curved into a smile as he leaned close to Chiba Shoko's ear and whispered: "Now it's my turn."

After saying this, he cut off the flow of rage from his system panel that had been continuously converting into strength within his body.

He had endured Chiba Shoko for so long just to test the limits of his charged punch.

Since that goal was achieved, then...

Fujii Itsuki suddenly broke free from her grip, unleashing all his remaining rage value. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he delivered a punch to Chiba Shoko's abdomen.

CHARGED—CRUSHING—PUNCH!!!