This Japanese Monogatari Isn't Lame
Chapter 429 - 290. I Believe in Brother Beichuan! (8000-word goal achieved!)_2

Chapter 429: Chapter 290. I Believe in Brother Beichuan! (8000-word goal achieved!)_2

"Is that so?" Beichuan Si recalled some people saying he couldn’t cook and even rumors of cannibalism made him nod, "I’m looking forward to it."

...

The following day.

Today is April 24th. Starting from today, Kyubei High School will begin a three-day, four-night camping trip.

Beichuan Si and Beichuan Huili arrived at the school early to catch the bus.

The camping activity took place in a mountain forest lodge, which seemed to be an expensive rental for Kyubei High School.

Outside the lodge were neatly built brick stoves with rain shelters over them and stacks of chopped firewood on the side.

Rooms were arranged in groups of eight, separated by gender, spacious with a balcony, and were spotlessly clean.

This also explained where the hefty activity fee paid annually to Kyubei High School went.

It was quite good.

Beichuan Si glanced out the window.

From here, one could see a river quietly flowing down in the distance.

The place seemed rather nice.

Beichuan Si put his stuff on the ground and then cast a sideways glance at the seven trembling boys standing behind him.

Among these boys were tall, fat, and short ones, as well as those with acne-filled faces, with five of them wearing glasses, clearly typecast as nerds.

The other two also had a docile look, definitely not the types to break rules.

All the other people had grouped with their male friends to sleep, only these docile-looking, friendless types were assigned to room with Beichuan Si.

Looking at them, Beichuan Si, without changing his expression, tentatively took a step forward.

Thump, thump, thump!!!

These seven boys clumsily stepped back, and two of the bespectacled ones even fell to the ground due to their large backward steps.

"..." Beichuan Si.

Gazing at these boys, Beichuan Si straightforwardly stretched out his hand, pointed to the empty space beside him, and spoke his first words, "Come here."

His tone sounded more commanding than conversational.

And yet, these boys dared not resist.

Right, those coerced into rooming with Beichuan Si without uttering a word of resistance likely didn’t have strong backbones.

Watching the seven line up neatly and respectfully in front of him, Beichuan Si casually sat down and patted the tatami, "Sit down. I have something to say."

Following these words, the seven exchanged glances, their faces showing hesitation, yet none dared to sit outright.

"I told you to sit down," Beichuan Si said again.

This time, with a bit more force.

The faces of these seven grown men, upon hearing Beichuan Si’s voice ’slightly’ intensified, displayed expressions like they had lost their parents but still obediently sat down.

"From now on, we are dormmates for the next three days and four nights, and I think you all know who I am," Beichuan Si said indifferently, "Beichuan Demon King, a murderous fiend... you must have heard."

"We, we wouldn’t dare call you that..." the first bespectacled boy muttered softly.

Indeed, most of the seven present wanted nothing more than to study in peace. Even faced with school bullying, they would usually keep quiet, hardly ever speaking up, let alone badmouthing Beichuan Si behind his back.

"Mhm." Beichuan Si nodded.

At least one had decided to speak.

He looked at the first bespectacled boy, designating him as Glasses Boy A.

"Since no one else has anything to say, I’ll take it that you all have heard of me."

Still, no one dared respond.

Beichuan Si didn’t mind.

Everything is difficult at the beginning.

No matter how tough, they still had to obediently listen to him speak here.

"Let’s talk about something else—" Beichuan Si’s voice paused, his gaze sweeping over, "It seems you are quite afraid of me?"

Shivering...

As these words were spoken, the second, third, and fourth bespectacled boys began to tremble.

Even a few nearly had tears welling up in their eyes.

Oh dear...

They were thinking this to themselves.

Could it be that Beichuan Si was hungry when he came here, intending to pick on them?

Watching these burly men tremble like hamsters, Beichuan Si couldn’t help but shake his head.

The boys were overly timid.

"I understand you must be feeling uneasy meeting me for the first time," he continued, "and honestly, whatever mental state you’re in has nothing to do with me. However—"

Beichuan Si tapped the tatami mat with his finger. "I won’t do anything to you, and I’d like you to trust me on that."

Indeed, he didn’t want to spend the next three days and four nights unable to sleep well, constantly looking at the mournful faces of these guys. Beichuan Si felt that it could ruin his mood completely.

"Most of what you hear about me outside is actually just rumors."

He spoke naturally, finally rendering a spectacle-free youth somewhat emotionally touched, who timidly asked, "Rumors... are they true? I heard... that Beichuan... you once single-handedly conquered Jinji High School."

"That’s not a rumor."

Oh no, oh no!!!

The bespectacled boy trembled visibly, forcibly covering his mouth to stifle his scream.

Next to him, a boy in a plaid shirt seemed to recognize him and hesitantly said:

"He was once extorted by some bad students from Jinji... that’s why he’s particularly scared about matters related to Jinji High School."

Indeed, compared to the delinquents of Kyubei, those from Jinji High School were unquestionably more fearsome.

Earrings, tongue piercings, dyed hair, mouths full of profanity...

Oh?

Beichuan Si showed a hint of surprise: "The person who bullied you, do you remember his name?"

"Yoshida...Yoshida Ikufu...seems like he was the leader of some gang in Jinji High School," the boy without glasses stuttered.

Yoshida?

Beichuan Si took out his mobile phone, glanced through his contact list, his expression changing subtly. "Wait here for me."

Saying this, he went outside to the balcony and made a call.

Then, amidst everyone’s anxious expressions, he returned pinching his phone.

"Yoshida, apologize," Beichuan Si turned on the speakerphone and instructed the person on the other end.

The respectful voice of Yoshida Ikufu apologizing came through:

"I’m sorry, really sorry. I might have done something wrong in the past that hurt you. Please forgive me, I’m really sorry!"

"Is that... really Yoshida Ikufu?!"

The chubby boy gasped, not expecting that Beichuan Si would actually make Yoshida Ikufu apologize.

He was a well-known delinquent leader in Jinji, and he was now apologizing to someone who often got bullied in Kyubei?

And why was Beichuan Si standing up for this boy without glasses? Wasn’t this their first meeting?

Amidst Yoshida Ikufu’s apology, Beichuan Si spoke:

"After I took down Jinji High, all the delinquents in the Bunkyo District stopped bullying others at my request."

Beichuan Si glanced at the plump student and asked, "Have you been bullied by students from other schools recently?"

"Or, have you heard of anyone using my name to bully students from other schools?"

No one responded.

But the doubtful looks they initially had were beginning to waver.

Seizing the moment, Beichuan Si fixed his gaze on the seven people before him: "Now, do you believe that most of what is said about me are just rumors?"

Finally.

Under Beichuan Si’s repeated questioning, the chubby student raised his round hand: "I, I believe in Brother Beichuan... at least he can talk to us calmly like now. And he even made Yoshida Ikufu, who used to bully me, apologize."

"I also believe... in Brother Beichuan."

"Then I too..."

Watching the seven people, one by one, raise their hands in belief, Beichuan Si also massaged his temples.

Although his goal was achieved.

But what in the world was this ’Brother Beichuan’ thing?

If you can’t beat them, join them?