Chapter 25 Giorno Giovanna
Giorno Giovanna has a dream, which is to become a gangster superstar.
This dream is still far from being realized, and he is not ready to realize it for the time being.
because…
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, Giorno not only did not join the gang as he longed for, but he was riding the school bus with a group of naive and childish kids to participate in the boring spring trip.
That’s right, in Giorno’s eyes, his classmates are basically little brats who are impossible to communicate with.
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 a long time ago, and all that was left was a weird photo with an unclear face.
And his biological mother, a trendy woman who grew up in Japan's bubble era, was a frivolous woman who refused to shoulder her responsibilities as a mother and only knew how to have fun in bars and nightclubs.
Giorno has been accustomed to living a solitary life since he was a baby. At the age of four, he left his hometown Tokyo and came to Naples, on the other side of the earth, with his mother who married an Italian.
The loneliness of being unloved, the misery of being away from home, and the endless pain brought by the malicious abuse of that terrible stepfather...
Giorno grew up in suffering.
He is strong, calm, mature, steady, wise and perfect.
Because of this unique trait, Giorno seems to be a loner among his mediocre junior high school classmates.
This is visible to the naked eye:
At this moment, he was sitting in the window seat in the second to last row of the school bus, looking at the scenery outside the window silently and low-key.
He was wearing just the same black student uniform as the other students around him.
But even so, Giorno's facial features are as three-dimensional and resolute as those of ancient Greek sculptures, his pupils are as deep and blue as the surface of the Mediterranean Sea, his naturally curly and bright golden hair is as bright as the sun, and his slightly raised and well-proportioned muscles...
All of these completely exposed his uniqueness.
And the guy who is different is always lonely.
Giorno's otherworldly temperament not only attracts the attention 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, there would be some boys who disliked him and came over to cause trouble.
"Hey hey... Giorno!"
A tall and strong guy came over with a few followers:
"Shouldn't your hair be black?"
"Why did it suddenly turn golden?!"
"Hahaha…"
"Do you think you're not as good-looking as us, so you dyed your ugly black hair?"
They had smirks on their faces, openly mocking Giorno's oriental ancestry.
This wasn't because of racial discrimination, it was just taking advantage of the situation - because of Giorno's extremely high popularity among girls, and his cold and aloof personality that usually ignored his classmates, these bad boys with bad personalities had long been displeased with him.
“…”
Giorno was silent for a moment, then said very calmly:
"You think too much. I didn't dye my hair."
Human beings are born xenophobic. Since he came to Italy, he has suffered a lot of bad treatment despite having pure black hair.
But he didn't dye his black hair.
His current head of naturally curly golden hair was a sudden change a few days ago.
At the same time as his hair color changed miraculously, Giorno suddenly discovered that he seemed to have some special abilities that ordinary people could not see.
Of course, he would not explain all of this to his classmates.
He didn't need to explain, nor did he bother to explain.
"Hey, hey!"
"No hair dye? Do you think we are blind, Giorno?"
Giorno responded calmly, but the bully's tone became even more aggressive:
"You secretly dyed your hair blonde, and now you're too guilty to admit it?"
"Pooh!"
"What a lowly outsider..."
The tall leader cursed Giorno's immigrant status harshly, and the few followers behind him also followed suit and laughed loudly.
Unfortunately, Giorno remained unmoved.
This complete disregard for his opponent made the bullies realize Giorno's disdain for them, which only aroused the anger of these ignorant teenagers:
"Asshole..."
"Admit it honestly!"
"He dyed his hair blonde on purpose, trying to fool the girls at school!"
The young man's ignorant jealousy gradually evolved into pure malice.
The tall man in the lead not only raised the tone of his insults in anger, he even unscrupulously reached out his hand to fiddle with the three "donuts" on Giorno's head... no, those three naturally curly blonde whorls.
At this time, Giorno finally raised his head.
"Boring guys..."
With a gloomy face, he said in a calm but powerful voice:
"Don't make me say the same thing twice."
"If you can do it once, but you have to say it a second time...it means the person who is listening has a bad brain."
He stared at the bully in front of him with his deep blue eyes, and a terrifying aura suddenly appeared on his immature and resolute face:
"I've already explained that I don't dye my hair."
"Please don't make me say it a third time."
"this…"
The bullies shuddered in unison.
Giorno only used one expression to make them subconsciously feel fear.
What kind of expression is this...
They simply couldn't find the words to describe it. If they had to use one word to describe Giorno's current appearance, it would only be -
Looks like Dio.
However, the deterrent effect of momentum can only exist for a while.
The bullies quickly recalled their advantage in numbers and the fact that they had just been humiliated by Giorno:
"You little brat..."
"How dare you call us stupid!"
They raised their fists high, as if they were about to start using violence at any moment.
But Giorno's expression remained calm, so calm that those little kids whose hair hadn't even grown out yet couldn't help but feel a little scared.
“Don’t be afraid!”
In order to cheer up his own people, the tall leader shouted in a timid manner:
"This kid is just pretending!"
"He just has stronger muscles. Can he defeat so many of us by himself?"
"yes!"
"Everyone, don't let Giorno scare you!"
A little follower immediately chimed in, and also made a joke about a phenomenal fighting game from Giorno's hometown, Japan, which was extremely popular among this group of young people born after 1985:
"He's just a brat from Japan..."
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that he will use 'Haoyougen' and 'Adugen'?!"
“…”
Giorno closed his eyes and sighed imperceptibly:
Really…
It's too troublesome to deal with such brainless people.
Since you insist on causing trouble, I can only teach you a lesson .
"Go ahead, Gold..."
Giorno slowly opened his eyes, and there was a firm hostility in his eyes.
"Adu follow!!"
A surprised cry suddenly sounded in the school bus.
This was certainly not the name of a move called out by Giorno, but rather a cry of surprise from a sharp-eyed boy in extreme shock.
That’s right…
Under the gaze of half of the students in the car, a "Qigong light ball" that was extremely similar to the "Adugen" (Hadouken) in the Street Fighter game suddenly blasted out from the ordinary park woods outside the window.
It came at high speed along a vertical trajectory and collided head-on with the speeding school bus.
What’s even more amazing is that this “Qigong light ball” actually penetrated the iron sheet of the car body, flew into the car, and finally hit the tall boy who had just insulted Giorno.
Then, just a second later...
"Echo Shot!"
A muscular oriental man with shiny scalp suddenly "flew" straight in from the car window.
He passed through the iron barrier of the carriage like a ghost, stirring up a gust of wind in the air.
Finally, he quickly stopped and kicked the tall boy in the shocked face.
This arrogant bully stumbled to the ground and his face swelled up quickly like a foaming sponge.
"Feel sorry."
"This is the minimum force I can control."
The bald man said politely: "Anyway, thank you for being here."
