[Comprehensive] Superpower's Strength Supremacy Classroom

"Xiao Zheng, where are you going?"

In the lounge of Luoshan High School, Akashi explained the game in a few words, put on a coat and was about to leave, but was stopped by Mibuchi strangely.

This is someone else's school, they are not familiar with the place, and they just beat their basketball team so badly in the first half, won't they be sacked when they go out at this time?

"Meet an acquaintance." Akashi didn't know what strange thing was thinking in his mind at all, he noticed something as he spoke, took a half step back, and picked up a fruit knife from the table as if novel, "Whose is this? "

"Minister, it's mine." A substitute silently raised his hand, and the half-gnawd apple he held in his hand was the answer.

"Hey——" the red team flicked the blade with their fingers, showing a smile that made everyone present creepy.

"Let me use it, and I'll wash it and return it to you."

The substitute immediately panicked: "It's okay! It's okay for the minister to use it!"

"Thank you."

"..."

"..."

It took Akashi out the door for half a minute before there were voices in the lounge.

"Well, Ah Zheng said just now, wash it... right?"

"Is it used to...cut...what?"

"..."

Think carefully.

"Ah, Saiki, you're back." Seeing me coming back, Ayanokōji stood up, "What did Mr. Levin tell you?"

"Nothing." Something insignificant, "Let's go."

"Uh, is this leaving?"

I glanced at him: "If you still want to continue watching, I will go alone."

——However, Ayanokouji will fall in love with basketball through this enlightenment, right?

In an instant, I imagined the image of Ayanokōji and Sudou facing each other in basketball class.

To be honest, it's a bit hot on the eyes.

But if he really plays basketball, Ayanokōji should be the type of Midorima or Akashi.

The image of Ayanokouji pushing his glasses and saying "my range is a mountain" and "you're too arrogant" came to my mind again.

... The sense of violation is off the charts.

"I don't care." I don't know what picture I imagined for a moment, Ayanokōji asked me, "But Saiki, don't you plan to watch the game?"

"No need." Anyway, the result is already doomed - Luoshan will win, unless I play to save the world, but that is impossible.

Besides, if this delay continues, some troublesome person will come looking for me. He is still one corridor and two corners away from here, and he is more than enough to avoid...

[Kusuo, I want to chat with you. ]

"..."

"Saiki, what's wrong?" Ayanokōji expressed doubts about my sudden pause.

"It's nothing." I decided to pretend I didn't hear Akashi's heartbeat, "Let's go..."

[Kusuo, I know you can hear me. ]

"..."

[Those who defy me... even parents will kill you. ]

what the hell? ? ?

I stop.

"Zimu?"

"Sorry, I'll go find someone first."

——Then fix his brain properly, and see why he turned into the dead look of the second middle school.

……

"Kusuo, long time no see."

"Long time no see." I nodded.

In a corridor with no one there, Akashi, who was still in a normal state, and I faced each other, and first said hello, and Ayanokōji followed me.

"Ah... hello, I'm Ayanokōji Kiyotaka."

Casually introducing myself, Ayanokōji's eyes wandered between Akashi and me.

[...Called 'Kusuo'?Are Saiki and Akashi Seijuro familiar? ]

Now this word, I am not familiar with it.

[In other words, should I not follow. ]

So why are you following?

[Akashi looks very dangerous... If there is a conflict between Saiki and him, it shouldn't be too much if there are outsiders around. ]

—He thought so.

However, if you don't keep up, it's definitely not me who should feel the danger now-it's a pity that I can't say such a reason.

But before you speak, Akashi, what is the fruit knife in your hand for?

I looked at his left hand which was at his side.

Akashi looked at Ayanokouji: "Oh? Are you Kusuo's friend?"

"Yes, we are friends." Ayanokōji replied without authorization.

"..." I swallowed back the 'just a classmate' I was about to say.

Forget it, friends are friends.

"Hey——" Akashi's pair of strange-colored pupils were shining in the darkness—it's not that I used idioms indiscriminately, they were really shining—he drew a long voice, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Kusuo's friend..."

what do you want to say.

I'm so sick with his queer tone that, metaphorically speaking, it's like the average person getting hives—although I haven't had the disease, it's just a metaphor.

The Akashi in front of me is really different from the one I am familiar with.

Although I know that he has split his second personality now, even if the average person has a split personality, he would not be so typical—the current Akashi gives people the feeling that he is the ultimate **** in the hot-blooded boy manga, that is, the usual madness The kind who pulls bullies and looks cool, desperately attracts hatred, and will be defeated by the protagonist in the end.

[This is... Akashi Seijuro?I always feel that it is different from the videos I have seen before. ]

The video you watched?

I took a little look at Ayanokoji’s memories, so it turned out that most of the videos he saw were from the first and second grades of the Teiko period. At that time, "Akashi Seijuro" was half of me, and half of the time was the gentle and humble Akashi, No.1, of course, is different.

"So, what's the matter with you? Why did I become like this when I didn't pay attention?"

There was only one Ayanokouji who was not very curious, so I asked this question bluntly.

Hearing my question, Akashi in front of him lowered his head and smiled lightly. When he raised his head again, his eyes were wide open, and the corner of his mouth opened into a grin.

"Why did I become like this, Kusuo, you should be very clear."

I was at a loss for words.

This is not a fault, Akashi's mental state has problems, although the source is probably in his childhood experience, but I am not wrong to be the fuse.

I admit this, and I also took the corresponding responsibility. In middle school, that is, the period when he was most mentally unstable, I changed into his appearance for a long time, so that the normal life of "Akashi Seijuro" was not destroyed. .

For this reason, I also transferred to Diguang Middle School, partly because of the principle of proximity, and partly to rescue him in time when he was mentally unstable.

... Looking back now, life at that time was really "colorful" and "extraordinary", and it was not a compliment.

But at that time, although Akashi's spirit was not stable, he was still a humble and polite boy. After that, he gradually improved, and it happened that he was in high school at that time. In order to avoid trouble, I reduced my contact with him. In the last half a year or so I haven't even been in touch - because I transferred back to my previous school.

In short, it's my fault that caused you to be mentally unstable, but I can't do anything about your current mental state. You should not be looking for me, but a psychiatrist.

However, Akashi's words just now were too ambiguous, causing Ayanokoji to keep looking at me.

[Could it be... Saiki and Akashi were originally a couple, but Saiki chose to break up, causing Akashi's temperament to change drastically? ]

... You read too many light novels, what are you thinking about?

"So what, do you want me to be responsible for you?"

I asked blankly.

[Wow!it is as expected! ]

oh?Is there any ambiguity in my sentence?I'm sorry.But most people don't think much about it, so it's still your own problem.

"Kusuo, do you know..." Akashi raised his left hand, "Actually, there is something I've wanted to do for a long time."

"Eh?"

It was Ayanokōji who was surprised. I stared at Akashi's hand, the fruit knife in his hand to be precise, and frowned.

Not to mention that I didn't feel any hatred from his heart at all, even if he really hated me, the probability of injuring me with a fruit knife is estimated to be about the same as that of ordinary people destroying the world in one second with bare hands, Akashi wouldn't be clear about this a little.

So... who are you acting for?

In an instant, a silver light flashed, before Ayanokouji's mind turned around, his body instinctively took a step forward obliquely, blocking Qi Mu's front.

"Ding——" was the sound of metal colliding with the wall, and then fell to the ground. Ling Xiaolu looked down and broke out in a cold sweat.

[This is... a knife? ]

At that position just now, she almost brushed her own cheek, that is to say... was aimed at Qi Mu's face?

"Sorry, just kidding." Akashi bent down and picked up the fruit knife, folded it and held it in his hand, his tone regained his ease.

"That's a joke, isn't it too much?" Ayanokōji's tone was a little ups and downs, and he stared at Akashi with dark eyes, "Even if we broke up, there are many ways. Akashi, you want to kill Qi wood?"

"..."

[……ah? ]

I heard the syllable of Akashi's heart sound, sure enough, he didn't expect that Ayanokōji's thoughts were so strange.

I was the only one who noticed Akashi's momentary stupefaction. He ignored Ayanokōji's so-called "breakup" and opened his eyes slightly, "Since this is the case, why did you rush up to block it?"

"You, do you want to die?"

Ayanokouji turned his head.

"Talking about 'death' or something...just a gut reaction."

"Oh... because you are friends?"

"is a friend."

--enough.

What kind of dialogue is this.

I said, you guys, have you forgotten that there is another person at the scene?

"It's okay." Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and patted Ayanokōji's shoulder, "Akashi didn't really want to hurt me."

After all, why should I explain it for him!

"but……"

"Didn't the knife go sideways just now?"

[Indeed... why is it off? ]

Of course, I controlled it with my mind. According to the original route, the tip of the knife should be aimed at my eyes.

This guy, could it be that he is unhappy because he is the only one, and wants to turn me into that? ——Of course I’m joking, even if I’m not familiar with Akashi now, he’s not that kind of person.

I'm not angry at what Akashi did. If Ayanokoji didn't stand in front of me, I could just run away. Even if there was an emergency, I didn't have time to hide. It's impossible for a knife to pierce my skin. In short - it is impossible for ordinary people to hurt me.

But this guy really went too far, he dared to do this in front of others.

Why on earth did you become like this!Bring back that gentle and humble Akashi!

"Akashi..." I just opened my mouth, but my words were interrupted.

"Kusuo, I want you to call me Seijuro."

"……why?"

I understand when I ask, don't you, I don't want others to confuse me with the previous Akashi.

Although in my opinion, the two of them are the same person, but Akashi's tone is quite firm.

"...Okay, Seijuro." I compromised, "What do you want?"

This time, I asked the question clearly, not expecting him to always answer, but guiding him to think of the answer to this question in his heart. Even if he knew that I had telepathy, human instincts could not be controlled.

Who knew, in Akashi's heartbeat, suddenly...a song started? ? ?

I couldn't hold back for a while, the corner of my mouth twitched: "You..."

"It's just an experiment, I didn't expect it to be really useful." Akashi's tone was also a little surprised, because Ayanokōji was present, he didn't speak clearly, but we could understand each other.

"You know, as long as I want to, it's useless."

As long as I am willing-to go deep into a person's mind, not just the heart sound, I can dig out everything about a person, and expose all thoughts and feelings nakedly in front of me.

But I don't like it.

"I know, but I also know that Kusuo would not do such a thing to a friend."

"You are not my friend."

"I am also Akashi Seijuro." Akashi looked straight into my eyes, "But, I am not him."

I have a feeling that this sentence—is his purpose.

Going around in such a big circle, just to say this to me?

"Don't you think so?" Akashi raised his eyebrows, "In your eyes, I'm just a part of him, maybe you still want us to merge, right?"

That's right.

So what are you struggling with?

"You are Akashi Seijuro." I emphasized and returned the sentence to him.

Akashi also threw this sentence back to me: "Of course I am Akashi Seijuro."

"..."

I looked at the smile on his face - no, I really can't communicate.

At this time, I really want to pry his head open to see what those twists and turns are.

"--never mind."

Although I feel that Akashi's behavior is very troublesome, it's not to the point where I break my principles and do that.

"That..." Ling Xiaolu interrupted suddenly at this time, "I didn't mean to interrupt you, but... what are you talking about?"

……

After Akashi left, Ayanokouji and I stood there for a while.

"Ayanokoji."

"what?"

"Thank you just now."

"Ah...it's nothing, in fact, even without me, he would take it in."

"Well, almost."

"Uh... Saiki and Akashi have a good relationship?"

"generally."

"Oh……"

I turned my head and glanced at him.

Again.

Occasionally, even if I have telepathy, I don’t understand what other people are thinking in their hearts, except for the situation where Akashi knows my ability and deliberately interferes with me-not the kind of "want to speak out", but a deeper level. It is possible that they are not aware of their own thoughts, especially for Ayanokouji, whose emotions are not naturally (or acquired) fluctuating much.

Looking back, two months into school, the time when his mood fluctuated the most was when I was almost thrown in the face by a knife just now.At that time, the emotions in his heart—panic and anger, fluctuated so strongly that I had never received them from his heart.

I seem to have a clue about Akashi's last words before leaving.

……

At the same time, the atmosphere in the lounge of the school's basketball club was quite depressing.

"The seniors played really well!" A first-year freshman cheered them on.

"That's right! Well... Come on in the second half!"

"Ah, come on, what are you doing, 79 to 22 points, no matter how you look at it, there is no chance of winning..."

"I'm completely - completely exhausted, the tempo on the field is too fast..."

"The people in Luoshan didn't try their best at all! They were just playing us!"

"Is there any way, they are stronger than us."

The pressure and exhaustion accumulated in the first half broke out all of a sudden. The players all lay crookedly on the benches in the lounge, venting their emotions indiscriminately.

They are basically second-year students, who have just become the main draft this year, and have not experienced the cruelty of the basketball court. The reality gave them a hard blow, and it was the heaviest blow.

"but……"

"But...they are Luoshan, right, the 'Emperor of Development'."

"Yes, it's normal for us to lose."

"To be honest, the score is much better than we thought before, isn't it?"

After venting, I began to find reasons to excuse myself.

Levine was uncharacteristically silent, with a towel covering his head, and he observed the expressions of every teammate with his eyes—all exhausted and numb, exactly the same as when the previous minister handed over the basketball team to him.

He stood up abruptly: "How long is the intermission?"

"what?"

"How long?"

"About... 3 minutes." A substitute looked at his watch, "What's the matter, Minister..."

"minister?"

"Minister Levine?"

At this time, Levin had already rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Senior Saiki! Please be sure to play as our PG! Please!"

I looked at the German who made the "sit down" in front of me: "... huh?"

"In short, there are still 3 minutes to play! Go change the team uniform first!"

"and many more……"

Levin pulled me away without saying a word: "Junior Qi Mu! Thank you!"

"..."

When did I agree?

"Saiki, come on." Ayanokōji applauded from behind.

Then you help me stop him!

……

Qi Mu was dragged away by Mr. Lai Wenwen, watching their backs disappear at the end of the corridor, Ayanokōji sighed in his heart: Ah, it seems that we still have to go back to the basketball hall, and walked back slowly.

But when I was walking, I stopped.

Ayanokouji lowered his eyes and tapped his left heart with his fingers.

I always feel uncomfortable here.

In other words, just now, you must be angry, right?

It's obviously the same situation as before Horikita, why are you angry?Could it be because what happened to Qi Mu this time is more serious?If you are stabbed in the eyes or other parts with a knife, you may really die.

Thinking of that scene, Ling Xiaolu couldn't help but shudder, but within a second, he quickly calmed down again.

No, if it's just that, why would I stand in front of him without thinking?

Ayanokouji leaned against the wall, his eyes were different from the usual dullness, with a cold luster.

Is it because... I already regard Saiki as a friend?Not superficially like Sudou and Horikita, but in the heart...