See the spirit boy Gangji

The cigarette butt in the silver-gray boy's hand was almost burning to his fingertips, and he felt the heat. He pressed the cigarette in his hand against the tiled wall next to him, and the white powder scattered.

Hayato Gokuji took out a pack of toilet paper from his pocket, covered the remaining cigarette ash and tea residue, and folded it.Looking around, he couldn't find a trash can in the equipment room, so he could only put the waste cigarette butts back into his pocket.

"Are you finished?" Prison Temple opened his mouth and looked at Nakamura Urajo.

The boy on the opposite side already had a layer of sweat on his forehead because he recalled the previous scene. He didn't know if he was nervous or was talking about something else.He didn't tell the silver-haired boy in front of him everything, and many of the details that were unfavorable to him were beautified or simply ignored. He focused on describing the "abnormal" and the things he had seen about Sawada Tsunayoshi. Weird things.

"I also know a lot of other details." Nakamura Urashiro Kangajiji Hayato frowned, feeling that his words had an effect, and proudly continued to add: "I have seen many insects in his pen case. wings."

"It's just that the wings of butterflies, dragonflies or other insects are torn off abruptly, and some of them have the original body that has not been cleaned." Nakamura described it disgustingly.

"He's not normal."

Nakamura knew at a glance that the workload of a whole box of densely packed wings was definitely not a prank by other people in the class.It's not that they haven't played tricks on Waste Material Gang before, as far as he remembers, no one can catch so many with such leisure time.The number is definitely not up to that number.

He saw Sawada Tsunayoshi looking at the box with his mouth pursed, and then threw the pencil case into the trash can, along with the supplies in the pencil box.

In that class, the writing class was criticized by the teacher for more than 20 minutes because there was no pen and ink writing.

In fact, Nakamura can borrow Tsunade's pens, and Tsunade might look at him gratefully, and then say thank you in a low voice to himself, anyone can borrow it, it doesn't cost a penny .But he just wanted to see the other party's miserable appearance.

"I suggest you not to get close to him." Nakamura reminded this new classmate, and he lowered his volume slightly: "People who get close to Sawada Tsunayoshi will become unlucky."

"A few days ago, you heard about that incident, right?" Nakamura was referring to the incident of the crowd in the teaching building.Even though the school has suppressed it, there are still quite a few students who know about it, but it is only limited to the fact that someone was injured and two students were suspended from school, and the details are not clear.

Some people in the class knew that Tsunade Tsuna had also gone to the teaching building at that time, and since Hayato Gokudera had been with Tsunayoshi Sawada all the time, they couldn't ask Tsunayoshi Sawada directly.

Nakamura Urashiro talked a lot one after another. From his tone, he could feel fear, curiosity, desire to explore, disgust and...

Prison Temple clenched his fists tightly. He was not interested in this kind of thing, but it didn't mean that he was a fool in this respect and couldn't understand the hidden meaning mixed in the other party's tone from time to time.

Nakamura Urashiro himself didn't seem to be aware of this disgusting thought.

Under the endless chatter of the other party, Yuji finally couldn't bear it any longer, and his anger spread upwards. Finally, his clenched fist ruthlessly hit Nakamura's jaw!The huge impact caused the teeth and mouth to collide up and down.

The boy turned upside down and then rolled on the ground and lay on his stomach. Immediately afterwards, the silver-haired boy kicked Nakamura in the stomach.

The soft abdomen of the human body was hit hard. This blow was quite skillful, and it got stuck in the chest cavity of the abdomen. Nakamura suddenly lost his strength and couldn't even make a sound.

"That's enough..."

Hayato's eyes seemed to contain a piece of ice, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Your thoughts are really disgusting, I am different from you, Judaime is not a monster..."

"As for what you said, I don't care at all." The Italian boy with silver-gray hair grabbed the opponent's hair fiercely, pulling Nakamura closer by the scalp, and Nakamura waved wildly in pain as his scalp was being torn arm.

He clenched his fists angrily and wanted to fight back, but this level of attack was simply ridiculous to Weixin⑦⑦⑦, who had been in the mafia and the streets for a long time.

Gokuji raised his hand with the ring and punched Nakamura in the face again. Nakamura's eye sockets were swollen, and he screamed in horror. The round metal steel wheel of the bone ring was uneven. The shape of the edge of the flesh was drawn across the skin layer of the flesh, and a stream of sticky red trickled down from the forehead.

Hayato's attack was fierce and without hesitation, "You are crazy!!" It was only at this time that Nakamura Urashi realized that he had been completely wrong from the beginning, and Hayato was not what he thought at all. The kind of badness that likes to pretend to be cool and deliberately dress up to attract girls.

He saw the cold light in the silver-haired boy's clothes.

"No, no," Nakamura stepped back crazily, his hair was still caught in the boy's hands, and a lot of it was torn off, begging for mercy in horror: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please let me go!!!"

The dagger stuck to the corner of Nakamura's mouth.

The silver-haired boy's eyes were gloomy. The sharp blade pressed against the skin and made an incision. In the small wound, the texture of the flesh could be seen, but no blood flowed.

The wound was only one centimeter. Under Nakamura's terrified shaking, the flesh was cut to about three centimeters. Nakamura felt pain. great psychological oppression.The point of the knife was sticking brightly on his cheek, and there seemed to be a slight damp heat coming from the inside of his pants.

Nakamura Urajo was already frightened.

Hayato put away the knife in disgust.

He didn't want to do anything in Judaime's school for this kind of person.Judaimu just experienced that kind of evil incident, if something happens in the same class, the impact will be bad, and it will be very troublesome to deal with the follow-up.

"I hope you don't appear in front of Judaime again." The silver-haired boy said coldly, "I think you can hear me."

"Totally, don't appear in front of us again."

Hayato Gooji pushed open the door of the equipment room with a gloomy face, and was stunned when he saw the short-haired boy leaning against the wall holding a baseball bat at the door, his eyes scanning the boy's face sharply.

"When did you come?" He asked in a deep voice.How much this guy has heard.

Hearing Yuji's question, Takeshi Yamamoto looked a bit puzzled. He didn't seem to understand what the silver-haired boy was saying, so he just greeted Hayato Gujiji carelessly.

"What a coincidence, octopus head, so you are in the equipment room." Takeshi Yamamoto touched his shattered cropped hair, and said in a casual tone, "I said I was waiting for the physical education teacher to come and open the door, and you also came to return Equipment?"

Hayato Gyodera stared at his face for a while, the expression on the short-haired boy's face did not change, he was still smiling, and even enthusiastically shook the baseball bat in his hand, and sent an invitation to Hayato Gyodera:

"Are you going to play baseball with me? Ah, that's right," Yamamoto slapped his head, pointed to the playground, and said:

"Just now, Ah Gang seemed to be looking for you over there."

"Judaimu!" ​​Oops, time has been delayed for a long time!Hayato's attention was quickly shifted.He glanced at Takeshi Yamamoto, and rejected the other party's invitation with disgust:

"I'm not interested in baseball. You'd better play it yourself, stupid baseball. I advise you not to meddle in your own business."

Also, what can a guy like this who only has baseball in his mind do?It is estimated that he has just come here, otherwise if there is a noise outside, he should be able to hear it.

As for Nakamura Pucheng inside, he didn't bother to care about it at all. He didn't think this guy had the guts to speak out. Of course, it would be useless even if he did.Ji Ji took out the cigarette wrapped in toilet paper in his pocket and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Takeshi Yamamoto didn't care about the title of "Baseball Idiot". He shrugged his shoulders when he saw Hayato's leaving back, pushed open the iron door and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a boy sitting on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face constantly sucking his nose .He let out an "ah" in surprise. He didn't know if it was because there was another person inside, or because the other person looked so miserable.

"It looks so miserable." The short-haired boy sighed and touched his chin, as if he was a little confused and didn't recognize the person in front of him: "Is it Nakamura-san?"

"Shan, Takeshi Yamamoto." Nakamura Urashiro read out the person's name intermittently, one of his eyes was swollen like a water polo, and his eyelids were narrowed to look at the person in front of him.

The short-haired boy was standing in front of him against the light, Nakamura couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, when someone he knew appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but ask the other person for help: "Yamamoto, that's great, you're here! "

"Go, I'll call the police for me, I want, I want to send that lunatic to the police!" The boy struggled for a while, trying to stand up, but there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he failed.

"Ah?" Takeshi Yamamoto said unexpectedly: "Send it to the bureau? It's so serious, aren't you kidding me?"

"What, are you kidding!?" Nakamura's face twisted when he heard the other party's words, tearing from the pain, raising his voice angrily, pointing at his own face, unable to speak clearly: "You call this a joke!? Are you--blind!!?"

He was beaten so badly!What a joke! ! ?

"Hey, don't be so excited." The short-haired boy held the baseball bat in his hand, and the smile on his face remained unchanged, as if he looked like a sunny boy.

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"Actually, I heard it just now. I was quite angry at first. I was planning to come over to talk to you after my classmates left. After all, it's really dishonorable to slander my classmates." Takeshi Yamamoto said with a smile, his voice straight hearty:

"It's just that I didn't expect that the prison temple student would be so ruthless... I was taken aback. I'm ashamed of what you look like now."

"But I'm still a little unhappy. After all, a secret is a secret. Don't just say it casually?" Takeshi Yamamoto said in a natural tone, completely ignoring Nakamura's unbelievable eyes:

"Nakamura, you really should reflect on it here."

Yamamoto happily made a decision.

The short-haired boy directly bypassed Nakamura, who was clutching his abdomen on the ground, went to the shelf to get new equipment, and then closed the door of the room to isolate the swearing inside.

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The golden sun shone on the ground, and the leaves swayed in the breeze.

It's one o'clock in the afternoon.

Sawada Tsunayoshi walked across the playground like a wandering spirit and sat down under a big tree.He looked at the boys and girls coming and going on the playground with wandering eyes, and half of the mask on his face was torn off.

Gangji felt that his mood was abnormally anxious. He should find something to do, but he couldn't concentrate. He desperately wanted to see the prison temple now. He wanted someone to watch him. He hoped to be able to see the prison temple's eyes. Those eyes are like green emeralds.

Whatever, whatever, whatever.

And not those ugly monsters.

[Can you see me? 】A hunched fuzzy figure stayed for a while in front of the two girls turning the flower rope, and then walked in front of the brown-haired boy.

[Can you see me? 】The figure asked.

Tsunade stared blankly ahead.

The crooked figure asked again next to Tsunaki, but did not get any response from the boy. It was like a mechanical process, and began to look for the next person to continue asking.

"Wow, look, that guy is so tall... Is he from the sports club?" The girl exclaimed in a low voice, and kept looking back.

"This person is not from our school...it doesn't look like a senior..."

"It's definitely not from our school, he doesn't wear a school uniform either."

"Did the disciplinary committee not stop it?" The girl looked suspicious.

"Maybe it's the new teacher."

"Even a new teacher has to abide by the school rules, right? This guy still wears sunglasses..." "Hey, keep your voice down, he turned around, ah!"

The girl saw the tall white-haired man walking past as if she heard their discussion, turned her head, took off her sunglasses, and flew a wink at them, the girl exclaimed, and pulled herself forward excitedly My friend wanted her to take a look: "Wait, wait, turn around!"

"Hey, what are you doing?" The companion asked impatiently.

"Look at the one just now—hey, why is it gone?" The girl looked at the empty place and made a disappointed voice.

"Uh huh, where are you?" He murmured, and the man's steps didn't stop at all, and he was still walking forward in strides.

The eyes under the sunglasses looked around, and Gojo Satoru aimed directly at the object he was looking for. Under a big tree opposite, he saw the brown-haired boy looking at the ground with empty eyes from a distance.

The white-haired man casually slapped away the hunchbacked figure that passed him by, and walked towards him.

The brown-haired boy pursed his lips and grabbed the weeds on the ground, some broken hair hanging in front of his eyes, blocking part of his vision.He heard the cicadas chirping constantly in his ears, and he squeezed the thin meridians of the grass tightly with his hands, and the fingertips turned white.

"I shouldn't have these thoughts..." He lowered his head, his voice was hoarse like raving: "This is, it's not right..."

As a friend, he should be more tolerant and understand each other more.

He has to learn to share, and he can't be so selfish. It's right not to feed I and II like this, and it shouldn't be.Why do you have these thoughts in your head?Has he had it before?

Is it because it was the first time to make friends like Guiji in the real world?

Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little puzzled.The weeds were pinched in his hands.

A tall shadow fell on him, and someone walked up to him.

who?Hayato?Before Gangji had time to raise his head to look at the person coming, he felt his hair was pressed and rubbed hard.A frivolous male voice sounded from above, with a cheerful tone like a child who has found an interesting toy:

"Wow wow, I thought the hair would be hard, but it turned out soft, so fluffy!"

Those big hands touched the boy's face again, pinched the soft flesh on Tsunaji's face without any fuss, and sighed:

"Wow, it feels super good!! It's so good that people want to pay for it!!"

Gang Ji raised his head in a daze, and his eyes met the infinite blue color that was like the sky under the sunglasses.

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