Lee Sin's Bizarre Adventure

Giorno Giovanna has a dream, that is to become a gang star.

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

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He is only 13 years old now.

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

At this moment, not only did Giorno not join the gangs as he longed to do, but he was riding the school bus with a group of naive little kids on that boring spring trip.

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

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

The unidentified biological father had never appeared in Giorno's life: this guy seemed to have died long ago, and all that was left was an evil photo whose face could not be clearly seen.

And his biological mother, a new fashionable woman who grew up in Japan's great bubble era, 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 accustomed to a lonely life since he was a baby. When he was four years old, he left his hometown of Tokyo with his mother who married an Italian and came to Naples on the other side of the world.

The loneliness of being unloved, the misery of leaving home, and the endless pain caused by the malicious abuse of a bad stepfather.

Giorno grew up in suffering.

He is strong, calm, mature, steady, wise and perfect.

Because of this unique trait, Giorno stood out among his mediocre junior high school classmates.

This can be seen with the naked eye:

At this moment, he was sitting in the window seat in the second-to-last row of the school bus, silently and low-key looking at the scenery outside the window.

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 firm facial features are like an ancient Greek sculpture, his eyes as deep and blue as the water of the Mediterranean Sea, his naturally curly blond hair as bright as the sun, and his slightly bulging and uneven muscles.

All of them completely exposed his difference.

And the guy who is different is always lonely.

Giorno's otherworldly temperament not only attracts the favored and yearning eyes of girls, but also attracts the hostility and jealousy of school bullies.

Even if Giorno was quietly leaning against the car window and looking at the scenery at the moment, some boys who didn't like him would come over to look for trouble.

Hey, Giorno!

A tall 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, so you dyed your ugly black hair?

With evil smiles on their faces, they unabashedly laughed at Giorno's Eastern ancestry.

This is not because of racial discrimination, but just to make use of the topic - because of Giorno's extremely high popularity among girls, and his usual aloof character of ignoring his classmates, these bad boys with bad personalities have long looked at him. Not happy.

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Giorno was silent for a moment and said very calmly:

You're overthinking it. I didn't dye my hair.

Human beings are born to be xenophobic. As a child, he had pure black hair and suffered a lot of bad treatment since he came to Italy.

Yes, although most Italians also have black hair, Giorno's black hair from Eastern descent has never been different in their eyes - this is the most obvious trace of Giorno as a foreigner in their eyes, and he is a natural talent. Rejected physical characteristics.

But Giorno didn't dye his black hair.

His current naturally curly blond hair suddenly changed a few days ago.

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

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

He didn't need to explain, and he didn't bother to explain.

Hey!

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

Giorno responded calmly, but the bully's tone became more aggressive:

Secretly dyed your hair blonde, and now you feel too guilty to admit it?

Pooh!

What a lowly foreigner

The tall man in the lead cursed Giorno fiercely for his immigrant status, and the few followers behind him also followed suit and taunted loudly.

Unfortunately, Giorno remained unmoved.

This complete disregard for opponents made the bullies aware of Giorno's disdain for them, which in turn aroused the anger of these ignorant teenagers even more:

Asshole.

Admit it to me honestly!

You deliberately dyed your hair such a dazzling blonde color, and you want to deceive the eyes of the girls in school!

The young man's ignorant jealousy gradually evolved into pure malice.

The tall man at the head not only increased his insulting tone in anger, but even reached out his hand unscrupulously to fiddle with the three donuts on Giorno's head. No, those three naturally curly blond vortexes .

At this time, Giorno finally raised his head.

Boring guys.

He had a gloomy face and said in a calm yet powerful voice:

Don't make me say the same thing twice.

Having to do something that can be done once, but having to do it a second time, shows that the obedient guy has a bad mind.

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

I have already confessed that I did not dye my hair.

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

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The bullies all shuddered.

Giorno made them subconsciously feel fear with just one expression.

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——

Looks like Dio.

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

The bullies quickly recalled their advantage in numbers and the fact that they had just been humiliated by Giorno pointing at their noses:

You stinky brat

How dare you scold us for being stupid!

They raised their fists high, as if they were about to use violence the next second.

But Giorno's expression remained calm, so calm that the little brats who didn't have all their hair couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.

Don't be afraid!

In order to cheer up his own people, the tall man in the lead shouted in a stern voice:

This kid is just pretending!

He's just a little stronger in muscles. How can he defeat so many of us by himself?

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Everyone, please stop being fooled by Giorno!

A little follower immediately echoed, and also made a joke about a phenomenon-level fighting game produced in Giorno's hometown, Japan, that is extremely popular among their group of young people born in 1985:

Just a brat from Japan

What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that he will use 'Haoyougen' and 'Aduhe'?!

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Giorno closed his eyes and sighed inaudibly:

Really.

It's so troublesome to deal with such brainless people.

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

Do it, gold.

Giorno slowly opened his eyes, a firm hostility filling them.

Aduhe!!

A startled exclamation suddenly sounded in the carriage of the school bus.

Of course, this was not the name of the move shouted by Giorno, but the surprised cry of a sharp-eyed boy under extreme shock.

That's right

Under the gaze of half the students in the car, in the ordinary park woods outside the car window, a qigong light ball that was very similar to the Adu He (wave fist) in the Street Fighter game was blasted out.

It hit 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 actually penetrated the iron sheet of the car directly, flew into the car, and finally hit the tall boy who had just insulted Giorno by coincidence.

Then, just the next second.

Echo Strike!

An oriental man with muscular muscles and a shiny scalp suddenly flew straight in from the car window.

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

Finally, he quickly stopped and kicked the tall boy on the shocked cheek.

The arrogant bully stumbled to the ground and his face swelled up like a foaming sponge.

Feel sorry.

This is the smallest amount of force I can control.

The bald man said politely: Anyway, thank you for showing up here.