The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Compared with the round-the-clock bombing by demolition troops of the college, Fu Heihui's campus life is much calmer.

When he was walking in the corridor, the rest of the students would automatically avoid to the sides, leaving him with a wide path.

——A strange transfer student who easily killed the former boss when he first entered school, no one would be willing to take the initiative to approach, so as not to cause trouble.

So until now, Fu Heihui has never had any friends.

But he didn't care much.

The Chinese teacher on the podium coughed for a while and recovered: "Chalk dust is really choking..."

It's not actually chalk dust.

In Fu Heihui's eyes, the Chinese teacher had an ugly mucus flower sticking to his nose, constantly spewing out poisonous pollen.

The fourth-level curse spirit may have been there for a long time.If it continues, you may suffer from rhinitis.

If you suffer from rhinitis, you cannot give lectures.

Under the sunlight, Fu Heihui made a strange gesture, and the shadow was reflected on the desk, like a dog's snout.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The boy at the front desk suddenly yelled, leaned back heavily, and tilted Fu Heihui's desk.

The shadow spell was interrupted, and the pencil and eraser on the two desks fell all over the floor.

The classroom was quiet for a moment, followed by whispers.

"Crazy again."

"It's to get the teacher's attention."

"Children."

Fu Heihui raised his eyes to look at the boy at the front table. The boy had a handsome appearance, his hair color and pupil color were very light, his face was pale with fright, and he stood there at a loss for what to do.

——It's so rare that the front desk has no more friends than him.

And looking at the reaction, did the front table also see the curse spirit just now?

"I'm sorry!" the boy apologized softly, his face flushed with embarrassment.

He pulled the desk back to its original position, picked up the stationery, stretched out his hand carefully, and put the pencil that Fu Heihui had dropped on his desk.

Like a lamb tentatively stretching out its hoof, it stepped on the little black panther's territory, trembling with fear.

Fu Heihui stared at him silently for a while, bent down to pick up the eraser from the front table from under his chair, and handed it to him.

"It's okay." Fu Heihui said softly, "Don't be afraid."

The front desk opened its eyes wide, looked surprised, and then showed a very warm smile: "Thank you."

When he laughed, he looked more like a lamb warming its wool in the sun.

After the Chinese teacher left, he still dared not leave his seat at the front desk and kept staring at the blackboard.

What he saw should be something other than the curse spirit.

"Is there anything there?" Fu Heihui asked.

The boy smiled, and was no longer so afraid of the new school bully: "You won't believe me if I tell you."

Fu Heihui said: "I can also see things that ordinary people cannot see."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously: "There is a snake-like monster stuck on the blackboard."

"monster?"

Legends about monsters are also very popular in China.

Fu Heihui wanted to believe him.

Because the current appearance of the front table is very similar to his own before.

——I was often scared to cry by the curse spirit that suddenly appeared. In the eyes of ordinary people who couldn't see the curse spirit, it was no different from an unknown psychosis.

Even Tsumiki was intimidated by him sometimes.

How did you overcome your fear of the curse spirit?

——If you see a lot, you won’t be surprised if you get used to it.

When Fu Heihui recalled for a while, a fat worm with facial features appeared in his mind.The big fat worm surrounded his chrysalis, drooling foolishly, and a few hairs grew sparsely on its body.

"His name is Choubao, and he will be your nanny from today on, and he can be your mother."

The magnetic voice of an adult man kept ringing.

"What, disgusting and scared? How cute is Ugly Treasure... Hey, why are you crying? Ugly Treasure hasn't cried yet."

"A crybaby is not good, but an ugly baby is a good baby. If dad wants ugly baby, don't favor it."

The man who couldn't see his face made a gesture to take the big fat worm away, Xiao Hui burst into tears, hugging the man's trousers, while resisting resistance and hugging the big fat worm.

Because the touch was so disgusting, Xiaohui's tears almost flooded the house.

The man was in a hurry.

"...Are you kidding me, so casual?" He hugged Xiaohui on his right shoulder, and put Choubao on his left shoulder, "Of course Dad won't leave."

"Take care of the house for Dad. I'll go to work and come back in the morning." He put down the two children on his shoulders, and told the big fat bug: "Ugly treasure, remember to put Hui to bed. The food you bought is in the refrigerator, and you can eat it when it's hot."

The man did not come back as promised.

Often every three to five days, in the morning when the moon was sinking, he would break into the door smelling of tobacco, wine, perfume, and fell asleep in the hallway as soon as he entered.

Or worse... with blood all over her body, she locked herself in the bathroom for a long time.

Hui gradually got used to such a father, and also got used to the life with Choubao.

He was no longer afraid of spirits and blood.

He had already forgotten these memories, perhaps because Fu Heisher came back suddenly and frantically brushed his presence in front of him every day, the memories about his father slowly emerged.

"Does Fu Hei remember anyone?" asked the front desk.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because Fu Hei looks very gentle now."

Hearing this sentence, Fu Heihui's face was sullen.

The front desk smiled again.

"That, monster," Fu Heihui was eager to change the subject, "you won't be afraid if you get used to it. You can also pretend that you didn't see it, such as wearing sunglasses or bottle bottom glasses to cover up your eyes."

Wujo teacher told him to wear glasses, but Fu Heihui didn't need it himself.

"Ah, wear glasses! Why didn't I think of that?" The front desk was very happy, "This way the monsters won't recognize me as someone else..."

It seems that it can really help him, that's good.Fu Heihui's expression softened a bit.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Takashi," said the front desk, "my name is Natsume Takashi."