And Sheng Chronicle

In the dream, I only remembered that I had been running away.

When I opened my eyes, it was getting late, and the people beside me had already left.

Accidentally slept for a long time, but the brain did not relax but felt a drowsy nausea.

Slowly getting up, the teardrops from the corners of his eyes dripped down his cheeks onto the slipped black coat, turning into a patch of water, the depression in the dream still remained in his nerves.

Raising his hand to wipe away his tears, his blurred vision stared blankly at the sunset glow outside the green guardrail like a burning fire.Different from the dark and terrifying distorted colors in the dream, the gorgeous sunset in the sky is warm and soft.

He bent his legs, buried his face in Lark's coat, and unconsciously clenched the material with his cold hands, the faint warmth flowed into the heart through the skin, and the blood pumped by the heart flowed into the cold limbs.

It was obviously a strange thing to do, but it seemed to be really comforting.In the quiet after school, I maintained this posture without moving, thinking about everything in my dream.

In fact, I don’t really remember what painful things I dreamed about. I can vaguely recall a few vague outlines of people, but just one outline gave me incomparable depression and fear, and the moisture in the corners of my eyes reminded me of the torn heart in the dream. The howling and despair of the lungs.

The oppressive, breathless cold feeling is like being frozen in ice and then being crushed cruelly.The fear of not being able to escape even makes the blood freeze in retrospect.

Are there really such terrible people in this world?

I hugged my legs and slowly adjusted my breathing. I don't know what can make me so scared that I cry, but generally it's nothing more than death that stimulates people's grief.If so, whose death was it that I dreamed of?Or my own death?

There is no answer.

I don't know how long I sat there, thinking about meaningless things, I finally stood up and patted the ashes off my body, and folded Lark's coat.He took off the red armband that was pinned on his sleeve.

Suddenly wondered why his coat didn't fall off during the fight, but checked and couldn't find pins or anything like that.

Is it using aura?

Amused by his own thoughts.The tear-stained face smiled a little uncomfortable, rolled up the drenched cuffs from wiping the tears, went down to the bathroom on the fifth floor and washed his face, making sure that no one would notice that he was crying before slowly walking home.

There is a special serenity and tranquility at dusk, with a gentle breeze, and the orange-red sunset gradually deepens its color.When I meet passers-by walking in twos and threes on the road, whether it is a young girl at the right age or a young woman with charming features, they are not alone.

Since I lost my memory, I have never invited anyone to go with me, and I believe it probably never happened before I lost my memory.My "personality" as defined is destined to not change even if I do this.

In fact, I am only 14 years old, and I also hope that I can go shopping with my friends on weekends instead of staying at home and playing the game characters that I think are happy.But the countless fights that have been deliberately ignored all the time have laughed at myself-don't try to change, you are the president of the middle school student council.

Thinking of this, I suddenly found my loneliness.

I don’t know how I did so many crazy things in the past—whether it’s an alternative student union or so-called sponsorship, "she" is more like treating the world as a comic or BRG game, doing whatever she wants and never getting tired of it.

Calling my past self "her" feels a bit schizophrenic, but I really can't understand the inexplicable life I'm living now - even if it's the life I'm supposed to be living.

White is an easily infected color.

Black, is the color that can maintain itself no matter how many variegated colors are raised.

Pursing her lips, the black coat in her hand became disgusting, and she felt an urge to throw it on the ground and stomp her feet hard.

Why am I Xu Yuanqing?

"President?"

"Yamada?" Following the prestige, he saw Lan Mao and a boy leaning on a telephone pole not far away.

"Well, what a coincidence, the president. Let me introduce this is my friend Liudao Mukuro."

"Are you Kiyoshi Urobuchi, the student council president of Urochu that Yamada-kun has been mentioning all the time? When we first met, I am Rokudoku." With an unmistakable gentle smile, the boy with a strange hairstyle walked towards me and held out his hand.

His eyes paused slightly on his right eye covered by bangs, and he didn't intend to shake hands with him.The smile on Liu Dao Mu's face remained unchanged, and he withdrew his hand naturally.

"Yamada, didn't you ask for leave due to illness?"

"Ah, I feel better and I'm bored at home, so I go out for a walk."

"That's right. Go back to school as soon as you recover from your illness."

"Okay, Mr. President."

After walking a few steps, he turned his head and said to the two of them: "It's not peaceful recently, you two should go back early."

Yamada was watching Urobuchi Kiyoshi's white figure leave until it disappeared from sight. It took a long time before he showed a bright smile, but he looked a little cold because his back was facing the sun.

"The president is still so conscientious. But is it an illusion that the coat in her hand looks so familiar?"

The boy named Liu Dao Mu did not answer his words, but hooked the corners of his mouth, his bangs blown by the wind slightly revealed his scarlet eyes.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the way home alone is so long that there is no end, but when I see the familiar buildings, I feel that it is still too short.

As usual, I ate dinner, washed and went to bed. There was nothing abnormal, but before I went to bed, I found the "True Face" that was pressed at the bottom.

The woman on the cover is still so beautiful, but I didn't have the courage to continue reading after only one page of a not-so-thick manga.

Weird mood and sense of identity, God knows what happened to me today.It was just after eight o'clock, and I neither wanted to watch the new show nor had the motivation to revise the script, I just lay on the bed in a daze as if I had lost my mind.

His head seemed to have really become a vacuum, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the phone was in call mode—the other end was Kyouya Hibari.

"Hey?"

It was too late to cut off the phone, and the boy's unique clear voice came from the other end of the receiver.Covering his face, he sighed at his stupidity, and said good night before the other party's patience ran out.

I thought that Skylark would sneer and hang up the phone directly, but after a short silence, he replied a very light greeting.

"Good night."

"...Hmm." Covering her eyes, which seemed to be disobedient again, hot liquid still leaked out from between her fingers.Tears without any warning seemed to open a gap in my heart, and all the inexplicable negative emotions flowed out of it and diffused in the air.

The beep sound of the end of the call, less than 1 minute of the phone call.Facing the name "Kyoya Hibari" on the screen, I said softly in my heart——

Good night, Mr. Zhuma.

I had that dream again at night, vague but painful.

Woke up in the middle of the night but didn't feel sleepy, and walked into the bathroom with bare feet.The sound of rushing water was particularly abrupt in the small and quiet space in the middle of the night, and the cold water slapped on the face was wiped dry with a towel mixed with tears.Looking up, his face in the mirror was pale, and even his lips were abnormally pale.But even so, I still have a calm expression, and my dark almond eyes are still calm.

This is like the student council president of Bingzhong, what happened during the day is like a joke.Could it be that he was possessed by some strange thing?

The body is very tired. Although my intuition tells me that the dream I had today is related to my lost memory, I can't think of the result and I don't want to recall it.

Amnesia is really a troublesome thing, but what can be forgotten is not important.

So comforting myself to go back to bed, the white ceiling turned into a kind of dark blue at night.I took out my mobile phone and swiped the post bar for a while, feeling irritable, and the posts marked as high-quality goods were no longer attractive.

Close the web page and open the music file.The usual playback mode is selected randomly, but every time I listen to a song, I still switch constantly.After flipping through half of the song, I finally landed on the Bing Sheng school song that has not been deleted for a long time, and I unconsciously clicked to play it.

"Green and lush, neither big nor small is the best, always the same, healthy and strong..."

Such a non-distinctive tune and sloppy lyrics, after getting a new sponsor, change to another one, it must be more high-end and atmospheric.

Thinking so in my heart, my fingers tapped the beat with a steady tone.

"Morning dew shines in Bingsheng, mediocrity is the best, always humble and peaceful, healthy and strong, haha~ Let's laugh together and Bingsheng Guozhong.

You and I are in Bingsheng as a matter of course, just happen to be so lively together~ Let’s go forward together and Bingsheng Guozhong..."

The night passed quietly, and the school song under the single cycle was sung over and over again.

And the gaffes of middle school students being attacked became more and more serious. Even if the Disciplinary Committee and the Student Union went out separately, they didn't catch any criminals.People were panicked for a while, and because of this, the rehearsal of the stage play had to be suspended.

"Finally, please go home as soon as possible after school and don't hang out. It's best to act in two together. The student union specially reminds, supplemented by the 'friendship' of the Disciplinary Committee-three or more people will be regarded as a group, please do your best Let's go." I sat in the radio room and read the recent notice for middle school students to go out expressionlessly.

After putting away the manuscript paper, he picked up the paper bag at his feet and walked towards the reception room of the Disciplinary Committee.

Hibari Kyouya was not there.

Handing the paper bag to Kusakabi, he was surprised but not too surprised after confirming the contents - it was a black school uniform that had been washed and pressed.

Without explaining anything, I walked down the steps to the downstairs office.Walking through the corridor without looking sideways, the pure white uniform of the student union is quite conspicuous among a group of ordinary students.There was still timidity in the eyes of the students who passed by, but after that timidity, there was more worship and trust.

Many people fear or even hate Hibari Kyouya, but why don't those herbivores want to be him?

Today, Yamada is still on leave, and I am sitting behind an expensive high-end desk with a pen to correct official documents.There are not many documents that need to be approved recently, and it will be a long time before school is over after all are processed.

Lower the seat, lie on your back and stare at the ceiling in a daze.According to the news that came just now, there were two more victims of the attack—Uegawa Ryohei and Kusakabe Tetsuya.

I'm a little bit embarrassed, Senior Cao Bi, it's obviously fine just now.

When they were discovered, they also had a stopped pocket watch on their bodies. Ryohei Uekawa was 6, Tetsuya Kusakabe was 5... who will be next?

"Master President." The girl in white uniform knocked on the door respectfully and came in, holding a bag full of envelopes in her hand, "Here are the letters from this week's students."

"Put it there."

"Ok."

After lying down for a while, I sat up and poured out the envelopes, folded them one by one, and looked at them from the top.Some complained, some supported, and some even came to confess.

I found 5 typos in the confession letter and circled them, but I felt that it was too stupid to do so, so I circled the 6th typo after some self-reporting.Finally, I wrote the persuasion that I hope the other party will study hard and make progress every day, and the regret that the same gender cannot fall in love.

After all, I have no patience to read all of them, so I will separate the ones I have seen and the ones I haven’t seen.No matter what the content is, the end of the letter is "To Bingsheng Middle School Student Council President Xu Yuanqing".

Let the girls from the student union send the letters that need to be answered back to the letter recipients, and encourage all students to write letters enthusiastically. We will try our best to improve ourselves and strive for greater progress.But if you want to put it on five days a week, don't mention it again, go to bed and sleep, boy.

Speaking of which, both Hibari Kyoya and Yamada Masaru are already in the third grade, and they will soon enter school and leave the middle school.

Fortunately, I am only in the second grade now.

Lie down again, the sunshine cast from the transparent glass window is warm, and the laughter from the playground renders the whole congregation.There is no elegant temperament deliberately cultivated by private middle schools, and most of the students in the middle school are working families.

They are noisy, annoying and stupid, especially a few disobedient Shabi juniors who went to the underworld at a young age, it couldn't be worse.

But, this is also impossible.

There was still a slight smile on the corners of his stiff mouth——

I will guard and join.

The author has something to say: Let’s grow up Xu Yuanqing, the copy of Obsidian is OPEN.