Chief Oda won't complain

On Wednesday afternoon, it started to rain lightly. After school, some students who participated in sports clubs braved the rain and ran and jumped on the playground.

Many people think that light rain is not considered rain, and there is no need to open an umbrella and cancel outdoor activities. I took an umbrella because I read the weather forecast in advance.So I decided to hold an umbrella even if it is light rain, so I can't waste my time.

The rain fell on the umbrella and made a small "rustling" sound. I tucked the lesson plan under my armpit with one hand and walked out of the classroom. I saw the three-color cat running in front of me, and entered the office building of the school like a phantom. enough to print a string of damp plum blossoms on the floor of the front hall of the office building.

I looked up and saw the principal who was also looking down from the principal's room.

The headmaster and I looked at each other with eyes that I couldn't understand.But it's not consistent with the eyes I used to see when I was holding the cat.

He seems to want to say something to me, but I can't confirm it through the long distance and the rain.

Just in this daze, Ango grabbed Dazai and bumped into me.Immediately afterwards, Ango took my umbrella handle from the left, and Dazai took my lesson book from the right, and I was caught in the middle again with my hands empty.

Strange, why "again"?

"Mr. Odasaku, getting in the rain is not good for your health, let's go to the study club."

"If you don't hurry up, you will be late, Odasaku is the main character, let's go, let's go—"

I had to stride with Dazai and Ango.The small one-person umbrella covered three people, and they were forced to bear a burden that they shouldn't have to bear.When I seized the opportunity to look up again, the principal had already left the window.

We quickly broke into the reading club, leaving the damp umbrella outside the door.Xingyue closed the doors and windows of the multimedia classroom ahead of time, and pulled the curtains tightly to keep the moisture from the rain out, keeping the entire area dry.It made me feel a lot better about being affected by the weather.

There were familiar faces at the book club, and there was supposed to be a small chat before it started.But because everyone has already understood the true weight of the "story" yesterday.

So the relaxed atmosphere of after-school gatherings in the past is gone, and everyone's attitude is much more cautious.

No one gave the nonsense a chance, and a new chapter of the "story" slowly unfolded.

The wind was sunny and the sun was shining brightly. Holding the condolence items for the children in my arms, I walked across the streets of Yokohama with difficulty grasping the balance.

Dazai judged that there was a high possibility that the children would be targeted by the mimic.So take the kids to the boring place to hide.

Along the way, my mind was filled with things that mimicked and plans for my future life.

Unlike mimics who have a will to die, I yearn for peace and are full of expectations for the future.

The next paragraph is about me arriving at my destination to visit my kids.I paused for a moment, not daring to continue reading.

Because the "story" is suddenly so emphatic on the children, it's impossible for something not to happen.

I suddenly wished I was a stupid person who knew nothing about novels, so that I wouldn't frighten myself with my imagination before I saw something.

I need a little mental preparation before I dare to continue reading.In particular, I have basically believed in Xingyue, believing that the "story" is the reality of another world.

No one likes to feel ominous.

Xingyue seemed to know my mood, and thoughtfully slowed down the page-turning speed.

In fact, she doesn't need to slow down. When readers read something they don't want to read, they will want to read it as soon as possible, instead of slowing down to read word for word.

I moved my body uncomfortably, and the seat under my butt made a "squeak" sound. Everyone turned to look at me, and I realized that everyone was more nervous than me.

I didn't speak, I didn't move, and everyone just hesitated to speak, as if they were waiting for my order.

I said, "Keep reading." Everyone turned their heads away as if they had been pardoned.

It seems that I have become the leader, and everyone is my subordinate, and they need to listen to my orders to act.

Fortunately, this illusion was only for a moment. When Sakata turned around, he remembered something, scratched his head and turned his face: "Well, Sakunosuke, I suddenly remembered that I was looking for you at noon today, but I couldn't find it."

At that time, Zhongya and I were hiding in places where no one was around to tell stories, and it was right that we couldn’t find them.

I said, "What are you looking for?"

"Uh, I just wanted to ask you, next month's Kyogoku House's dessert coupons are available for pre-collection, are you interested?"

I totally get it: "Okay, I'll pick some up at noon tomorrow."

Shinpachi: "Teacher Waste Chai, please don't bother others."

Sakata defended: "I said it very euphemistically."

Shinpachi: "Where's the euphemism! Everyone can understand it! And it's not okay to bother others tactfully!"

Kagura nodded: "That is to say, Teacher Waste Chai's mind is as obvious as the only hair left on the top of Uncle Greasy's head."

Hasegawa: "Please don't look at me and say this! I'm still young and I still have a lot of hair!"

Hijikata looked Hasegawa up and down: "Well, it's really a bit much, let me help you remove some excess hair."

Everyone talked in a circle like this, lively and lively, and the atmosphere was obviously relaxed.

I also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched my body and continued to read the "story".

After I was mentally prepared, I didn’t feel too bad when I saw something bad. The children really had an accident. The mimic soldiers stuffed the children into the car and took them away. Condolences, followed by the classic car chase link of genre stories.

Because of lack of crisis awareness, I didn’t have a gun on me, so I couldn’t blow up other people’s tires. I had to take a shortcut and climb up the viaduct, and then seized the opportunity to jump to the front roof of the mimic car, unscrew the side mirror and smash the rear window. , causing a traffic accident to force the car behind to stop.

This is really messed up.I think.This series of behaviors is terrible just by looking at the text description, and the various meanings are very terrible.

Although it is very cool, but... the temporary mental preparation at the book club is really not enough.

How is it possible not to feel bad?Before that, I never thought that children would have an accident in that parallel world.

I thought of the story of no survivors that was deliberately made up not long ago.At that time, I thought that I had fully considered the badness of the "author", and made up an extremely tragic ending that could crush the tragedy of the "story" in all aspects.All the characters on the stage died unnaturally, which is very suitable for desensitization treatment.

Isn't it ridiculous?Myself.I completely missed those five children.

Maybe it's because I don't have children here, and I lack the ability to empathize with myself in another world in this regard, and my thinking will subconsciously bypass unfamiliar areas.

If you fail to think carefully in advance, the result will be as it is now, staring at the curtain with straight eyes, you must look like a fool.

There is no compromise, only fighting to the death.I think this is the whole-hearted belief of mimic.

The enemy couldn't drive the car anymore, so the enemy chose to detonate the car and died in front of my eyes with the children.

The soaring pillar of fire seemed to break free from the shackles of the words, and the scorching air rushed towards me. I felt the fine hairs on my face being scorched and curled up. .

My heart skipped a beat, and then my fingers started to tingle.

Maybe I should move my hands and feet, walk out of the classroom and wash my face with cold water, or take some rain to wake up.But for the time being, I can only sit stiffly like this.

My limbs were completely frozen, and my whole body was numb. I think I was not much calmer than the self in another world who could only fall to the ground in embarrassment and scream.

stupid...

The author has something to say: I suddenly remembered that I haven’t used the lottery function until now.

Just right, how many readers did not give me a chance to set up a Kangkang, let's all come and comment, and the lottery will be drawn tomorrow.Plan pass——