Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 25 Giorno Giovanna
Giorno Giovanna has a dream, that is to become a gang star (Gang-star).

This dream is far from being realized, and he is not ready to realize it for the time being.

because
He is only 13 now.

Now he is just an ordinary student in an ordinary junior high school in Naples.

At this moment, Giorno not only did not mix society in the gangsters as he longed for, but also took the school bus with a group of innocent and childish kids to participate in the boring spring trip.

That's right, in Giorno's eyes, his classmates are basically kids who can't communicate.

Unlike those naive students who don't know what the world looks like and how cruel the reality is, Giorno had an extremely unfortunate childhood:

The unidentified biological father has never appeared in Giorno's life: this guy seems to have died long ago, leaving only a strange photo with a face that cannot be seen clearly.

And his biological mother, a new trendy woman who grew up in the big bubble era in Japan, happened to be a frivolous woman who refused to shoulder the responsibility of being a mother and only knew how to have fun in bars and nightclubs.

Giorno has been used to a lonely life since he was a baby, and when he was four years old, he followed his mother who married an Italian and left his hometown of Tokyo to Naples on the other side of the world.

The loneliness of being uncared for, the misery of being away from home, and the endless pain caused by the vicious abuse of the terrible stepfather.
Giorno grew up amidst suffering.

He is strong, indifferent, mature, stable, intelligent and perfect.

Because of such distinctive traits, Giorno seemed very out of place among his mediocre junior high school classmates.

This is what you can see with the naked eye:
At this moment, he was sitting on the window seat in the penultimate row of the school bus, looking at the scenery outside the window silently and low-key.

What he was wearing was just the same black student uniform as the other students around him.

But even so, Giorno's three-dimensional and resolute facial features are like ancient Greek sculptures, his deep blue pupils are like the surface of the Mediterranean Sea, his naturally curly and brilliant blond hair, and his slightly raised and concave-convex muscles
All of them thoroughly exposed his uniqueness.

And the different guy is always alone.

Giorno's otherworldly temperament not only attracts girls' admiration, but also attracts the hostility and jealousy of campus bullies.

Even if Giorno is quietly leaning against the car window to watch the scenery at the moment, some boys who don't like him will run over to make trouble.

"Hey, Giorno!"

A tall and burly guy came over with a few followers:
"Shouldn't your hair be black?"

"Why did it suddenly turn golden!"

"Hahaha"

"Do you think your oriental appearance is too ugly, that's why you dyed your ugly black hair!"

With smirks on their faces, they unabashedly laughed at Giorno's oriental blood.

This is not because of racial discrimination, but because of Giorno's high popularity among girls, and because of his usually cold and indifferent personality to his classmates, these bad boys with bad personality have long looked at him I'm upset.

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Giorno was silent for a moment, and said very calmly:
"You think too much, I didn't dye my hair."

Human beings are inherently xenophobic, and since he was a child with pure black hair, he has suffered a lot of bad treatment since he came to Italy.

Yes, although most Italians also have black hair, Giorno's black hair from the oriental lineage has never been different in their eyes-this is the most obvious trace of Giorno as a foreigner in their eyes. Rejected physical features.

But Giorno didn't dye his black hair.

His current golden hair with natural curls suddenly changed a few days ago.

At the same time that his hair color changed miraculously, Giorno also suddenly discovered that he seemed to have always possessed a special ability that ordinary people could not see.

Of course, he will not explain all of this to his classmates.

He didn't need to explain, nor did he bother to explain.

"Hello!"

"No hair dye? Do you think we are blind, Giorno!"

Giorno responded calmly, but the tone of the bully was even more aggressive:

"Secretly dyed your hair blond, and now you're too guilty to admit it?"

"Pooh!"

"What a lowly foreigner"

The leading tall man cursed Giorno's immigrant status fiercely, and the few followers behind him also mocked loudly.

Unfortunately, Giorno is still unmoved.

This indifference of completely ignoring their opponents made the bullies realize Giorno's disdain for them, and on the contrary aroused the anger of these ignorant teenagers:

"Damn."

"Admit it to me honestly!"

"Deliberately dyeing my hair such an eye-catching golden color is trying to deceive the eyes of those girls in the school!"

The ignorant jealousy of young people gradually evolved into pure malice.

The tall man in the lead not only increased his insulting voice in anger, but even stretched out his hand brazenly to fiddle with the three "donuts" on Giorno's head. No, the three naturally curly blond hair swirls .

At this time, Giorno finally raised his head.

"Boring guys."

With a gloomy face, he said in a flat but powerful voice:

"Don't make me say the same thing twice."

"Things that can be done once, but have to be said a second time. This shows that the obedient guy has a bad head."

He stared at the bully in front of him with those blue eyes as deep as the sea, and a frightening aura suddenly appeared on his green and resolute face:

"I've already told you that I haven't dyed my hair."

"Please don't make me say it a third time."

"This"

The bullies all shuddered.

Giorno just used an expression, which made them subconsciously feel fear.

What kind of expression is this?
They couldn't find the words to describe it. If they had to use one word to describe Giorno's appearance at this time, it could only be——

Dio-like face.

However, the deterrence of momentum can only exist for a while.

Those bullies quickly recalled the advantage of their numbers and the fact that they had just been humiliated by Giorno pointing their noses:
"You stinky brat"

"How dare you call us out of our minds!"

They raised their fists high, as if they were about to use violence in the next second
But Giorno's expression was still calm, so calm that those little ghosts who hadn't even grown their hair could not help but feel terrified.

"Don't be afraid!"

In order to cheer up his own people, the tall man in the lead yelled fiercely:
"This kid is just pretending!"

"He's just a little muscular. How can he defeat so many of us by himself?"

"Yes!"

"Everyone, don't be fooled by Giorno!"

A small follower immediately echoed, and also joked about a phenomenon-level fighting game that was produced in Giorno’s hometown, Dongying, and was extremely popular among them young post-85s:

"It's just a brat from Japan"

"What are you afraid of, are you afraid that he will use 'Haoyougen' and 'Adugen'?!"

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Giorno closed his eyes, and sighed indiscernibly:

Really.
Dealing with such a mindless person is too troublesome.

Since you insist on causing trouble, I can only teach you a lesson.

"Go ahead, Gold."

Giorno slowly opened his eyes, and there was already a kind of firm hostility in his eyes.

"Adu followed!!"

An exclamation of astonishment suddenly sounded in the compartment of the school bus.

Of course, this was not the name of the move that Giorno yelled out, but the astonishment yelled by a sharp-eyed teenager under extreme shock.

Yes
Under the gaze of half of the students in the car, a "Qigong Light Group" very similar to "Adu He" (Wave Fist) in the Street Fighter game exploded straight out of the ordinary park woods outside the car window.

It struck quickly along a vertical trajectory, and collided head-on with the high-speed school bus.

What's even more amazing is that this "qigong light group" directly penetrated the iron skin of the car body, flew into the compartment, and finally hit the tall boy who had just insulted Giorno by coincidence.

Then, just the next second.
"Echo Strike!"

An oriental man with thick muscles and a shiny scalp suddenly "flyed" straight in from the car window.

Like a ghost, he went straight through the iron barrier of the carriage, stirring up a phantom of a gust of wind in the air.

In the end, he stopped quickly and kicked the tall boy's shocked cheek.

The arrogant bully staggered to the ground on the spot, his face swelled up like a foaming sponge.

"Feel sorry."

"This is already the smallest force I can control."

The bald man said politely, "Anyway, thank you for being here."

(End of this chapter)