Yokohama has a psychic

Suzumiya Asaka never thought that one day she would be associated with the word "cheating".

A layer of dark clouds gradually piled up in the sky. The leaden gray sky was misty, with faint blue lightning rolling in the clouds, and the moist smell of soil accumulated in the air.

Suzumiya Asaka propped her chin with one hand, and the bespectacled boy standing in front of the principal's desk was still chattering about her crimes, detailing how she committed the crime, but what he couldn't see was that a black line appeared behind him out of thin air, With every word he uttered, it gradually solidified.

It's just a puppet controlled by the police.

The boy with glasses was once the head of this school.

But now, the number one in this school is her.

It is said that teenagers don't know how to feel sad, but who knows that what crushes teenagers little by little is those little things that no one has ever paid attention to... It seems like the last straw that finally crushed the building. One day, at a certain time, he could never look back.

Because those who choose to step into the other side... have no chance to turn back.

Resentment is growing... Suzumiya Asaka closed her eyes.

......

【So annoying】

【I don't want to take the exam】

【Tired from studying】

【go to hell】

【Help】

【Why hard work is useless】

【Why did she do better than me in the exam】

……

Monsters grow, in hatred and darkness.

The tumbling thunder in the clouds resounded in my ears, and the sky suddenly cut through a nearly tragic white light, printing out the phantoms formed in the dark world——

That's a monster.

Huge monsters are entrenched on tall buildings.

The gloomy rain and fog give it the conditions to breed.

The resentment of thousands of students is the nourishment for its growth.

And the boy in glasses who was filled with righteous indignation...

Suzumiya Asaka's eyes were cold and pitiful.

He is a medium.

"Fuck! What the hell is this weather!"

Startled by the sudden lightning, the headmaster went to close the window with his beer belly. For some reason, a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back.

The boy with glasses was obviously very dissatisfied because he was interrupted in the middle of his speech. He pointed to Asaka Suzumiya who was lazily playing with his nails sitting next to the bookcase: "Principal, I suggest that you deal with this matter seriously, otherwise it will aggravate the situation." Plagiarism."

"So, the surveillance on that floor of your classroom is broken..." The forced principal could only mutter to himself.

Both are top students, not to mention Suzumiya Asaka's parents are so scary, the principal naturally hopes that this matter will be left alone.

The principal didn't care about the matter, and the boy with glasses pointed his finger at Teacher Zuo Tian on the other side, "Teacher, I believe you will give me a satisfactory answer."

"what?"

Teacher Zuo Tian was cleaning his precious gold-rimmed glasses, when his name was called suddenly, he was still a little confused.

"Oh, well, we got it, and we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. Go back first."

"teacher!"

The principal and the teacher were obviously perfunctory, the boy with glasses could only give her a bitter look, and then rushed out of the office.

Suzumiya Asaka followed behind him slowly, took out a lollipop from her backpack, removed the candy wrapper and put it in her mouth. The sweet and delicious citrus flavor spread in her mouth, which made her feel much better.

However, there are always one or two people who don't want her to have a good time.

The candy in his hand was suddenly pulled out, and the orange candy rolled on the ground twice, and the beautiful and clear color was also stained with dust.

She gently stroked the back of her hand that was red from being slapped, and a thin layer of frost formed in the eyes of the man.

This is... her favorite candy.

The other party was unconscious, not only did not intend to apologize, but also glared at her viciously: "Plagiarism is so arrogant, isn't it just because I have a good father!"

Suzumiya Asaka lowered her eyes, wrapped the dropped candy in a napkin, threw it into the trash can at the end of the corridor, and then lightly wiped the back of her hand with the extra paper towel: "I will return it to you in its original form. Arrogance, isn't it just relying on oneself not to be discovered?"

"What did you say..."

"Also, it's not my father, it's my boyfriend," she interrupted the other party's words as if she was eager to cover up her guilty conscience, and lifted his collar, admiring the boy's blushing face and constant struggle, red lips maliciously "Stupid."

Then, like throwing garbage, he threw the person on the floor.

"Don't think that I usually look soft, just think that I have no temper at all."

"Whether you have a temper or not, this is also a scorer, okay?"

"For someone like you, who sells his soul to the devil for a small matter... I'm never stingy with malice."

Behind her, the boy who was lying on the ground coughing awkwardly suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of disbelief.

First frightened, then helpless, and finally vicious, his expression changed again and again.

......

【Don't bear it anymore】

【Kill her】

【you're not wrong】

【it's not your fault】

【It's all their fault】

[It's all her fault! 】

......

"It's all her fault..."

Fragile and rambling words whispered in his ears, the boy's eyes gradually turned into emptiness, and he didn't even notice that his glasses fell on the floor. He turned around slowly, step by step, and walked towards that unpredictable future.

***

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if a huge hole had been broken above the clouds, thunder and lightning sounded, dense raindrops fell on the glass window, washing out traces, and even the scenery outside the window could not be seen clearly .

This rain is not normal at all.

Suzumiya Asaka slowly tore off a piece of white paper from the homework book, then folded it into the shape of a paper kite, and sent a little spiritual power into it. The small paper kite shook its wings and opened a small gap The door flew out.

The kite flew very high, but it was completely unaffected by the rainstorm, and conscientiously completed the tasks entrusted to it by its master.

Through its small eyes, Suzumiya Asahi can clearly see that the monsters covering the campus have grown bigger and bigger, and have expanded to the point where they are about to surpass the scope of the teaching buildings and gradually move towards the nearby business district.

Just how can it be so big?

The kite flew all the way until it stopped when it reached the classroom of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. It lay on the railing of the classroom door, and its small eyes cast its eyes on the place with the most yin energy in the whole school.

The third in the fourth row, sitting there was a young man exuding black energy all over his body.

And this boy, Suzumiya Asaxia had just met.

It was the boy with glasses who accused her of plagiarizing his test papers.

She lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow in the eye socket, making it impossible to see her expression clearly.

In the end... did he still choose to go this far?

Snapped.

The kite was suddenly knocked down violently, and then its vision was completely dark. There was a faint noise from upstairs, and a few words such as "sit down" and "what are you doing" were blown in by the wind.

She curled her lips slowly, and pushed open a section of the window, and sure enough, she met the scarlet eyes that the monster outside the window had already given birth to.

In the next second, malice rushed towards her.

The dusty memories are unfolded at this moment.

……

Suzumiya Asaxia spent time lying on the hospital bed as long as she could remember.

A clean room, clean sheets, everything is clean, the nose is filled with the smell of disinfectant, every day is boring and monotonous.

She didn't like this kind of life, especially the tubes that filled her body-every time the nurse sucked blood from her through them, she was dying of pain.

It was as if, at that moment, something was forcibly stripped from the slender blue blood vessel, dissipating bit by bit along the glass tube slowly filled with bright red blood.

Even when she didn't need to draw blood, her body still felt aching.

She hates winter. Every winter, the ubiquitous chill seems to seep in from every crevice, corroding her bone marrow, flesh and blood like a gangrene. It's like a dead body.

But in such a dark life, God still gave her a light.

When she was 9 years old, she was finally allowed to go out, even though she was just wandering in her garden, she was very satisfied.

It was the time when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, otherwise she could only secretly move a round stool through the small high window in the room, stand on it and carefully observe the world outside the wall so that no one would notice.

The breeze blew over the branches of the cherry tree, rolling a tree of pale pink petals, as if a rain of petals bloomed in the world, and the falling flowers were colorful. From a distance, the cherry blossoms full of trees looked like clusters of pink clouds.

Soft and pink petals fell on the grass, on the path, and fell on her black hair. She walked through this fairyland, and then saw that person.

The little Suzumiya Asaka has never seen such a good-looking person. His eyebrows and eyes seem to be hand-painted by the gods. His every frown and smile are as if the mountains and rivers cannot be desecrated. His long silver hair like a waterfall is scattered behind his back. Sitting on a carpet made of cherry blossoms, he held a small jug of thin wine with his slender fingertips. The jade-white porcelain jug made his fingers whiter and slender.

He saw the little girl hiding in the corner, so he waved his hand lightly, and Suzumiya Asaka appeared by his side in the next second.

But Suzumiya Asaka was not afraid, and even approached the person in front of him curiously, knelt and sat beside him, raised her head: "Who are you?"

There was a gentle smile on the corner of the man's mouth. At that moment, it was as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

He reached out and touched her black hair, but didn't speak.

The aura around this person made her feel very comfortable, warm as if she had been exposed to the sun, so she lay on the desk, tilted her head to look at him with her chin propped up, the breeze was warm, and the two of them lived in such a peaceful and comfortable manner. After an afternoon.

This memory is the only good thing she got in that mud-like family.

However, she later realized that even such a little warmth was false.

The man she met when she was nine years old was the source of her nightmares, he was the young master of the Suzumiya family, and he was the one whom the Suzumiya family placed high hopes on.

It is also the meaning of her being born in this world.