The handsome men of the comics rushed over

When the bell rang, Yukimura rushed out of the classroom quickly.

The other students looked up in confusion, wondering what the gust of wind that just blew was. When everyone came to their senses, they saw Yukimura, who was usually calm and composed.

Today, contrary to my usual behavior, I ran out.

Everyone put down their schoolbags and formed a circle with serious expressions, as if they were discussing some major national event.

One of the students wearing glasses adjusted his glasses and spoke slowly, "Yukimura-san was very strange today."

This sentence instantly caused controversy.

Yukimura quickly rushed to the office, passing by Niou and Yagyu's classes.

Niou was originally spinning his pen with his chin in his hand out of boredom when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. His eyes lit up and he poked Yagyu, who was reading a detective novel in front of him seriously, with his pen.

"Partner..." Niou leaned his head in front of Yagyu.

Liu Sheng was just getting excited when he was annoyed by the persistent pen behind him. He turned around, his glasses gleaming coldly, "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, hmph."

The hum at the back is extremely threatening.

"I just saw the minister running over without caring about his image." His eyes were full of desire to watch the fun.

"Be careful, if the minister finds out, you're done." Yagyu showed no interest at all and turned around to continue looking at his own collection of Detective Mori.

But the white-haired fox behind rolled his eyes, indicating that his interest in gossip had not been dispelled.

He sneaked out from the back door, followed the surviving route, and hurried to catch up.

Sure enough, I saw Yukimura entering the office in front.

He secretly hid behind the door of the office. The classmates passing by outside looked at the purple-haired boy with strange eyes and squatted beside the door of the office in an obscene manner.

I pressed my ear against the door, trying to hear what was being said inside.

But because the quality of the door was so good, I couldn't hear what they were saying inside, or the changing angles.

Sometimes he squatted, sometimes he stood, and sometimes he took out the paper in his hand and rolled it into the shape of a microphone, placed it on the door frame, and tried to open the door secretly.

While it was going on, the door suddenly opened and the purple-haired boy stumbled into the house.

The purple-haired boy quickly adjusted his body shape, adjusted his glasses, and slowly walked towards his class teacher under Yukimura's meaningful gaze.

"Teacher, can you explain this question to me?" He calmly took out the paper with the edges curled up, put it on the teacher's desk, and straightened it very carefully.

There was a gleam of thirst for knowledge in his eyes, and he seemed to be unaware of the meaningful gaze behind him.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, the purple-haired boy's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

Yukimura didn't have time to deal with Niou now, but he had already made a note of him in the little notebook in his heart.

After I asked for leave, I returned to the classroom and saw people gathered in a big circle, talking loudly.

There was no sense that the person in question had returned.

But one of the classmates had already noticed Yukimura's smiling face, and quietly poked the person who was talking excitedly with his finger.

"I'm telling you, Yukimura must be..." He felt someone stabbed him twice on the waist, and he patted his hands twice, "Don't poke me."

He scratched his head and began to talk excitedly again.

"What's wrong with me?" A clear voice unique to the young man sounded.

The man was stunned and saw that the people next to him had quietly lowered their heads, and some even quietly sat down in their chairs. Tears shed in his heart.

If someone hears someone discussing gossip, it would be so embarrassing that I would turn my head away with a stiff neck.

"Hi, Yukimura, you're back." It seemed as if large numbers of irises were blooming behind Yukimura.

He raised his hand stiffly and waved.

"I seemed to hear my name." He walked closer with a smile.

It was obviously a nice smile, but it gave the classmate a chill.

"No, I didn't say anything." He covered the back of his head with one hand and laughed.

"Really?" Yukimura returned to his seat, picked up his schoolbag, and was about to leave.

"Uh-huh."

After seeing Yukimura leave, he breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the chair, leaned on the table, and cried, "I will never gossip again."