See the spirit boy Gangji

He couldn't run.

I really can't run anymore, what are you doing, it's too much.He doesn't want to run anymore.His lungs seemed to be scorched by the air, his endurance had reached its limit, why should he suffer this kind of torture when he was miserable enough already!He's so tired, he needs to rest, bastard!

As if he had mind-reading skills, Reborn yelled to stop when the brown-haired boy's rational thread was about to snap.

The boy's legs leaned forward due to inertia, but Tsuna didn't care about it anymore, and lay directly on the grass next to him by gravity.

His chest was slowly rising and falling, his physical strength was severely exhausted, and he was dizzy. He raised his darkened eyes and bumped into a piece of emerald green.

Hayato Gudera quickly handed him water, and Tsunakichi stuck the mineral water on his face, and the cold temperature came from the skin.

With the support of the prison temple, Gangji stood up limply, wanting to condemn Reborn's actions.

"Huh? What about others?"

What's going on, haunted, Tsunaki complained in his heart, and his attention was quickly attracted by the prison temple Hayato next to him.

"Ju Si, let's go to school, hey, it's 7:20!!" The boy took out the phone from his schoolbag and glanced at it, "Wow, let's go."

"Hayato... can I call you that?"

"Does Hayato have any other hobbies? Huh? Science fiction movies? Are they about aliens? Why do you feel bored? It sounds very interesting!"

"Is Judaime also interested?!" Prison Temple was a little surprised. After all, many people think that liking aliens or those weird and weird stories is very naive. When he showed this interest before, he was often ridiculed by others. The boy Affirmation is undoubtedly a great encouragement for Prison Temple.

However, with Tsunayoshi's joyful performance along the way, Hayato's expression became a little hesitant.The excitement subsided slightly with the sense of irrationality.

He always felt a little unreal.

In other words, this is the intimate scene that he ideally can appear with Judaime, and now it has come true so quickly.

No, not right.It wasn't because of this. He Ji thought about it for a while, and then found the feeling that he was not used to. Obviously, he was the follower of the tenth generation goal... But now, the roles of the two seem to be reversed.

And this kind of feeling, after the first class was over, Gang Ji's gaze and his subconscious look at the past reached the peak.

The eyes of the two met.

Tsuna smiled at the silver-haired boy.

Prison Temple touched the pencil in his hand, and unconsciously drew a long line on the textbook ⑦⑦⑦.

Did Judaime pay so much attention to me before?

Is Judaime very interested in me?

"Huh? To be precise, I want Hayato to pay more attention to me." Replied with a green and soft voice, Gujiji Hayato realized that he had just said what was in his heart.

"Can I touch Hayato's eyes?" Tsunakichi asked, but his hand had already touched the corner of the boy's eyes.

Hayato Gokuji intuitively saw the boy's slender and long eyelashes, which seemed to be golden in the sun.Hayato Gokuji couldn't help but froze.If Judaime was so close to him last time, he didn't react, but this time he can say that he felt the other person's soft and shiny skin under the light, with a little baby fat on his cheeks. Cherry red eyes, delicate features.

The boy's nails were trimmed clean and round, precisely touching the silver-haired boy's eye sockets.

Just when the prison temple was about to stop breathing, he smiled when he saw the boy, and pronounced his name "Hayato." He continued to ask:

"—can I hug you?"

The brown-haired boy slightly propped up half his waist, crossed half of the table and stretched out his arms to hug the silver-haired boy. There was a sweet and gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and his soft face touched the boy's steamy lips. The neck, very intimate, harmless, rubbed against it like a small animal.

Half of his body was almost pressed against the boy's body, so that Hayato put his arms around the boy's waist subconsciously to prevent him from being unable to support his own weight.

The silver-haired boy's brain had already shut down, and neither of them realized that many people in the class had noticed them in surprise.

Some people have weird expressions, and the girls wandered between the two with puzzled and probing eyes, as if they didn't know when the good-for-nothing in the class had such a good relationship with the newly transferred foreign students. They didn't bother to read the same thing, some frowned, vaguely said something to their companions, and seemed to laugh a few times.

One of the boys' expressions seemed to be distorted, and he couldn't help standing up.

"Nakamura," the voice behind him stopped him, and Yamamoto patted his front desk: "My pen cap just accidentally turned off, it's under your desk, can you pick it up for me?"

Nakamura Urashiro clenched his fist, thought for a moment, bent down, picked up the pen cap that fell on the ground, and handed it to Yamamoto behind him.

He saw a lot of words written in a mess on Yamamoto's draft paper, which looked like someone's name, but Nakamura didn't care, his attention was all attracted by the two people on the front right.

"What are you doing, those two people." Nakamura Urashiro said to Takeshi Yamamoto, as if looking for a sense of recognition from the other party: "It's strange and disgusting for two men to hug each other. When will the waste material Tsunade hook up with that bad transfer student? On the line……"

Yamamoto raised his eyelids and took a look. The hug between the two was not very long, it only lasted a few seconds before they separated.Yamamoto rested his chin, playing with the pen in his hand.

"Haha, I think it's okay, don't boys often hook up with each other?" Yamamoto asked curiously: "I found that Nakamura seems to pay attention to A Gang."

"Ha, who would pay attention to that kind of person," Nakamura sensitively captured Yamamoto's address:

"'Gang'? Yamamoto, since when did you get so familiar with Tsuna Tsuna?"

Yamamoto's expression remained unchanged, and his tone was casual: "I found that Sawada-san is cute, and I greeted him last time."

"It's not good for Nakamura-kun to discriminate against the classmates like this."

Takeshi Yamamoto's tone was not serious, just like making an ordinary joke, but it stabbed Nakamura Urashiro like a knife.

Nakamura's face was a little ugly, he muttered softly about the bad guy hooking up with the good-for-nothing, and then sat back in his seat again.

Yamamoto lowered his head and continued to look at his draft book, pushing the top corner away.

The white paper was written unconsciously by the teenager during class.

They are both names of the same person.

The baseball boy turned his pen in some distress.

"Hey, why did I write so much... Doesn't it make me look like some kind of pervert?"

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Shamar was leaning on a swivel chair beside him, holding a glass of red wine, and flicked through pictures of beauties one after another on his mobile phone. The phone number of 2062 women was stored in the mobile phone that had undergone a special modification by the Ministry of Science and Technology.Well, it may not be 2062, after all, his mailing list is always deleted, added, and deleted.

Shamar sees a new message.

Click on it, the voice is a curse of "dead scumbag", Shamar didn't even bother to listen to it, so he deleted this one directly.

After a while, the phone vibrated, and when I lifted it up, it was the girl I had just deleted.Hey, why does this kind of thing happen all the time, and I forgot to block it again.Shamar swiped his fingers and dragged the other party into the blacklist. He was merciless, skillful, and accustomed to it. He also scolded the old guy reborn why he didn't come. Could it be that he couldn't walk when he met a beautiful woman on the road?

"Do you think I'm a guy like you who only has yellow waste in his head?" Reborn was hiding in the shadows wearing a black suit. A mosquito flew to the baby's side, flapped its wings, and then turned back. next to Sharma.

"You can drink in this environment."

The man in the white coat shook the cup and waved his index finger, obviously not agreeing with Reborn's words.

"You don't understand this. Red wine is just like a woman. A beauty with a beautiful character and strong aroma, no matter whether you are in a morgue or a garbage dump, as long as you have a heart that is willing to appreciate it, you can feel the beauty of it. "

Reborn didn't bother to talk about Shamar, he was obviously clear about this guy's virtue.He came directly to the illuminated dissecting table.

A faint smell of corpses hit his face, but there was no disgust on Reborn's face. He looked at it carefully. After drinking the red wine, Shamar came over and put on a white surgical cover.

"Let me explain in advance, no prank, this thing is really disgusting."

Shamar turned the female corpse over on its back.

The appearance of the corpse finally appeared in front of him intuitively.It is indeed much more impactful than the photos on the phone.

The back of the bone marrow is white and covered with meat, like the maw of a fish that has been sliced ​​open.

"Liver, small intestine, ileum, large intestine, gallbladder, stomach." The doctor clicked his tongue and said, "Along the erector spinae, basically all of them have been hollowed out, just like digging a dragon fruit with a spoon. The digging is really skillful." Superb, it makes one's scalp tingle, and Jack the Ripper has to learn from each other sincerely. I just don't know why he didn't make it out with his lungs up."

"Beautiful girl with an empty shell." Shamar rubbed his chin: "No, no, no, I still prefer healthy and alive beautiful girls."

For a moment, people don't know whether the dragon fruit metaphor is weirder or the words that seem so unscrupulous at this time are even more speechless. Reborn asked: "What are these black things inside?"

Reborn pointed to the densely distributed inside of the body, which are adhered to the inner wall, which is easily reminiscent of the eggs of certain insects. If we use the analogy of the red dragon fruit, it is the seeds that adhere to the top, or the fruits are rotten and moldy. Dense dark blue dots on the peel.

The doctor picked up a pair of tweezers, tore off a piece at the outer edge, cut off the muscle tissue with scissors, and placed it in a small tray.

A mosquito carrying "Trident: Carrying Earthquake Syndrome" flew over, and Shamar waved him away: "Go, go, don't fly around here, it's not fun to bite."

He covered the tray containing the black eggs with a transparent measuring cup, and placed it on a medical alcohol lamp.

Black eggs curled, charred, and cracked.

Something like a black thread came out of it and wriggled crazily.

As the temperature rises, it directly evaporates and explodes into a cloud of black mist.

The doctor put down the things, looked at the thoughtful little baby, and showed a strange and emotionless smile.

"Reborn, have you heard of the word 'curse spirit'?"

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The author has something to say:

I'm so kind to you, 59, you graduated so quickly, this is all the light that took up the starting line.

Why haven't you come out with my 69 yet?

Poke hard to the little angels below.

ps: The little angel pointed out a big bug, which is two years late.Because I was so focused on engaging with little boys, everyone here was 14 years old, too young for me to do it. At the age of 14, it is very fragrant, easy to start, here is the setting of parallel time and space.There are so many perverts, so what if I have one more (bushi) Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-09-2623 59:36:2021~09-2723-59 33:[-]:[-]~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: it doesn't matter 3; Linlin 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：云弥27瓶；无所谓、誮茜颜10瓶；天星唯5瓶；法外狂徒张三搭档李四4瓶；风吟吹雪2瓶；白子濹华1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!