The day's class was spent with Horii-sensei constantly praising the calm Orochimaru, and Kirai constantly staring at Orochimaru with jealous eyes.
"Ding, ding, ding…"
The pleasant sound of the school bell immediately brought back the excitement of the students who had gone through a day of classes.
Just a moment ago, they were still listless, but now, they immediately looked as if they had been injected with chicken blood.
"Alright, that's all for today's class.”
Mr. Horii never dragged the class. After announcing the end of the class, the group of wild children immediately cheered and began to pack their desks in a hurry to leave.
Orochimaru was still reading his textbook with great interest, as if he had not heard the school bell.
"Orochimaru-kun, school is over. Aren't you leaving yet?”
Okami was tidying up the desk when he realized that Orochimaru had no intention of moving at all. Thinking that he did not hear him, he reminded him.
"I know, I'll look at it for a while more. You go first, Tsunete. If you have time, you can try the methods I told you before.”
Orochimaru continued to read his book. This attitude did not anger Tsunei. Instead, Tsunei said gratefully,"Got it. Thank you for your advice. Orochimaru-kun, go home and rest early.”
For a moment, the classroom fell silent.
"Hu…Hu…"
Orochimaru, who was reading quietly, suddenly heard the breathing of others beside him. He frowned and looked up, only to find that he was looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze.
"What's the matter?" Orochimaru asked indifferently.”
"Damn it, I just can't stand your smug look. It's as if you don't care about anything!”
Zirai pointed at Orochimaru and said indignantly,
Orochimaru raised his eyebrows and said,""Are you done? I'll make a move first."
After saying that, he got up and tidied up his desk. He was stunned for a moment. When he reacted, Orochimaru had already walked to the classroom door. He could vaguely see Orochimaru's fair side profile.
"Bastard!"
Zilai also cursed unhappily before leaving the classroom.
On the way home, Orochimaru recalled what had just happened, but his heart was not as calm as his face.
He knew that he was destined to become comrade-in-arms with Zirai and Tsunei, and he would be respectfully called the Kinoba Sanin. In the future, he would also be entangled with the two of them.
The more this was the case, the more Orochimaru was considering how to get along with them, especially Jiraiya.
He wasn't sure how to get along with Self-Love, so he tried to avoid it.
He was the only one living in Orochimaru's small wooden house. The parents of this body had already sacrificed themselves in the First War of the Ninja Realm, leaving him behind when he was still young.
Orochimaru had been relying on the social assistance of Kinoha Village to live alone until now, but he was already used to it.
After returning home, he washed the ingredients that he had bought earlier and prepared a simple dinner. After eating, Orochimaru went to his desk and lit an oil lamp to continue watching.
Beside Orochimaru's desk stood a wooden bookshelf. From the texture and craftsmanship of the bookshelf, it could be seen that this bookshelf was handmade.
The bookshelves were filled with books. These books were bought by Orochimaru with the relief funds he had saved.
This included the history of this world, the local customs of various places, and some legends of gods and ghosts. Orochimaru had read about them all.
Originally, Orochimaru was a person who was very good at theoretical analysis, and Orochimaru, who had transmigrated, was a bookworm when he was alive. He was very curious. This combination naturally created such a phenomenon.
"Hey! Hah! Hey! Ha!"
Orochimaru was quietly reading his book when he suddenly heard a shout from outside the window. Although the voice was soft, it was particularly prominent in this quiet and remote place.
Orochimaru couldn't help but put down his book. Under the interference of such a sound, he couldn't calm down and read.
He stuck his head out of the window and looked around. He found that the sound came from a high ground next to the wooden house. He looked up at the sky. The moon was hanging high in the sky, and the bright moonlight illuminated the night road.
Thus, he made a decision.
About 300 meters away from the Orochimaru wooden house was a wide training ground. There were many wooden stakes in the training ground, as well as other training facilities. It looked like a training ground for soldiers.
At this moment, a white-haired kid was running back and forth in the training ground, dripping with sweat.
Zilai was already drenched in sweat. He had done all the training equipment in the training ground seven times. He was already exhausted.
"No! I haven't reached my limit yet!"
Zilai Ye placed his hands on his hips and panted as he encouraged himself. In fact, his lungs were already in extreme pain.
He forced himself not to stop. Even though he was walking slowly, he did not stop.
Beside a big tree outside the training ground, Orochimaru stood quietly. His dark yellow vertical pupils reflected the white-haired child's figure, which did not want to give up.
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