See the spirit boy Gangji

"Good morning, Tsuna!" The boy with short hair smiled and greeted Sawada Tsunayoshi and Gudera Hayato who came in through the back door.

"Ah, good morning, Yamamoto-kun," Tsunayoshi Sawada hastily opened his schoolbag and took out his math textbook, spreading the book without any notes on the table.

Thanks to the credit of taking a shortcut and the math teacher always leaving more than ten minutes before class, the two of them were not caught by the teacher.

"Why are you here so late today?" Takeshi Yamamoto asked curiously, "I was expecting that I might meet Gang on the road today." Yamamoto rubbed his head and said regretfully, "But today is probably It's not very lucky, I didn't meet him haha."

"Hey, wait for me? Are you looking for me specifically?"

Tsuna was a little taken aback when he heard Takeshi Yamamoto's words.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I just want to meet Ganga by chance." Takeshi Yamamoto said briskly, "After all, I want to make friends with Ganga. I feel like you're quite shy, so I have to take the initiative. , isn't it?"

Takeshi Yamamoto's tone was generous and full of enthusiasm. The brown-haired boy, who was rarely paid so much attention by his classmates, was a little uncomfortable. He showed a friendly smile towards Takeshi Yamamoto, and then noticed that Yamamoto's seat seemed to be somewhat awkward. Not quite right.

"Yamamoto-kun... You seem to be sitting in the seat of Nakamura-san?" Tsunakichi was a little puzzled, because he found that the other party seemed to have moved all the books, water glasses and other items on his desk to the table that belonged to Nakamura Urajo.

Hayato Gokuji looked at Takeshi Yamamoto with sharp eyes.

Boys with short hair have quite natural expressions:

"Oh, Gang, don't you know?"

"Nakamura Urajo dropped out of school."

The young man said with a smile, "It happened yesterday. It seems that something happened. I guess I'll have to rest at home for a long time to recuperate from my studies."

"Dropped out?" Gang Ji was a little confused, why?It looked pretty good yesterday.

"Actually, I heard some people say that Uemurakami probably won't come to school again." The short-haired boy said, "Their family seems to be planning to move to Sendai."

"But I don't know exactly what it is." Takeshi Yamamoto patted his desk: "I have already told the teacher, and now I will sit in Nakamura's seat, so I will be closer to you, Ganga Well."

"Hey! You bastard, what are your intentions!?" Hayato Guiji couldn't stand the way the other party spoke his mind so blatantly, and glared at the short-haired boy.The baseball boy twitched his mouth and waved his hands casually.

"Don't be so sensitive, Mr. Prison Temple, Ah Gang is not yours alone." He tilted his head, and said with no malice: "You really look like someone who has been robbed of candies. Don't be so childish, kid."

"Is that right, Tsuna?" Yamamoto patted the brown-haired boy on the shoulder, and Tsunayoshi Sawada was caught between the two of them, so he had to change the subject hastily. "Okay, okay, the teacher is coming, everyone hurry back to your seats."

The arrival of the math teacher relieved the crisis, and Tsuna was finally relieved. To be honest, Tsuna’s heart skipped a beat just now when Yamamoto said he was monopolized. He has already realized his abnormal state a few days ago Well, he is indeed very happy to have a friend like Prison Temple, this is undeniable, but it is not to the point of being almost paranoid, becoming completely unlike himself.

People need to communicate, and it is impossible to make friends in reality, but in this era, the development of the Internet and technology provides a platform for people like him, so that Gang Ji can have a place to trust and share, Sawada Tsunayoshi doesn't think there is any big problem with his personality. Except for some things, he is just an ordinary junior high school student.

So, is it caused by the filth left by Yasumi Takeuchi?

Thinking of that weird thing, Tsuna pursed her lips.

Last time, that was just an accident.In the small place of Bingsheng, Gang Ji saw very few deaths.Although sometimes you will see some distorted and terrifying things, as long as you pretend that everything is normal and you don’t see anything, it’s fine, because most monsters have low IQs, and many of them just act on the instinct of hunting.

The other one that can take control of his own body... Tsuna has not felt its existence since he woke up and fed I and II.Those sometimes noisy and annoying voices have been reduced a lot, as if they have fallen into a deep sleep with them.

Ah, having said that, he moved the pen in his hand with some hesitation.

Have I not seen those things since I woke up?

The boy was stunned, he was a little unbelievable, desperately thinking back, indeed, since he opened the door until now, Sawada Tsunayoshi has never seen anything wrong, even the most common ones on the usual roads, like ants The commonly seen "borrower" Tsunayoshi has never seen it, as if they never existed.

But why?Could it be that... I can't see it anymore?

Once people think of some kind of beautiful possibility, they will always subconsciously develop into their fantasies.It's as if seeing a lottery ticket posted on SNS will remind me of my wonderful life after winning 500 million.

If I can never see those monsters again, I can...

"I don't have to be afraid."

If he can't see, no monster can hurt himself. One day he can travel and go to many places he wants to go. He dares to walk home alone on the road in the middle of the night when there is a storm. He is not afraid of getting lost. Mother Nana Don't worry about not being able to take good care of yourself when you grow up...

The boy's breathing unavoidably quickened, and he almost desperately wanted to confirm his thoughts.

He spread out his notebook in a hurry, wanting to pick up and write down many of his thoughts, and he wanted to realize these dreams one by one.Tsuna knocked over her eraser, and the eraser rolled down the edge of the table.

The brown-haired boy bent down to pick it up.

At the front table leg, Tsunayoshi touched the rubber with his hand.

There was a gust of wind blowing outside.The classroom curtains are raised high.

The paper of the book is flying wildly.

A huge black shadow swam over his head.

The boy looked up.

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Namori

"Good morning, Moshi Moshi, is there anyone at Sawada-san's house?" The white-haired man reached out and knocked on the door, pretending to shout at the door like a trumpet, but he didn't hear anyone on the roof response.

The conjurer reached for the doorknob.The door handle that was supposed to be locked was easily bent down.Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and his tone became more casual: "The door is unlocked, so I just came in right?"

The door was pushed open by the man, and at the same time, three bullets stopped in front of the man.

The three bullets seemed to be blocked by a transparent barrier, and they were still spinning at high speed, but they couldn't enter the position in front of the man's eyes.

Ah, really rude, not friendly at all.If an ordinary person came here, he would probably be heartbroken.

"Wow, is it worthy of being a killer?" "It's such a big surprise to send me bullets as soon as the door is opened." The conjurer put his hands together on his face, showing a shy girlish look: "This really confuses me." I'm so sorry!"

Gojo Satoru reached out and removed the bullet in front of his eyes, and the metal object made a crisp sound as it collided between his palms.The eyes covered by the blindfold accurately locked the position of the shot bullet.

The white-haired conjurer had an exaggerated expression on his face, he put one hand on the door rail, and stood slantedly at the door: "The world's number one killer who never shows his face is actually a baby, I don't mean to Don't silence me. According to the normal age, the person in front of me should be regarded as an old man? Are you rejuvenating?"

"Yeah, you're curious?" Reborn wiped the gun in his hand, and didn't deny what the person in front of him said, showing a half-smile expression: "Do you want to try?"

"Eh? Forget it then," Gojo Satoru waved his hand, "I'm quite satisfied with my appearance." However, if those old oranges knew that such a thing could happen, they would be excited even if they were babies. try it.

Wujo stood up straight and looked around the room: "Okay, my new student, why didn't I see my lovely new student~"

"Compared to you, I'm more curious about this Sawada kid."

"You really know each other well, obviously things haven't been settled yet." Reborn didn't like the white-haired conjurer's pretentiousness in front of him, and sneered coldly: "Didn't you meet the idiot before in private? "

"Huh?" The white-haired conjurer paused, pretending to complain and said, "Ah, how do you know, is it a monitor?"

The six eyes under the blindfold looked around the house for a week, and countless information from all sides flooded into the brain automatically in a disorganized form. It was really a monitor, and made a concise and accurate evaluation of the killer in front of him.

Hey, control freak?

Gojo Satoru is not interested in this kind of old school that insists on a gentleman's style. In his opinion, older people basically have this kind of broken problem, which always reminds him of those long-winded guys in the family.The other party was not friendly, and he was too lazy to waste words with the killer in front of him.

"You should also know, right?" Wujo Wu stretched out his finger and pointed to the position of his eyes: "Isn't the reason why you asked me to come here because of this matter?"

"I also know a little bit about the background of Sawada-san, but it's really surprising. As the heir of the Italian mafia, he grew up as an ordinary person in a small place like Bisheng."

"The reason why I am still staying in Japan is because the situation in Italy is not stable. And to be honest, the magic society in Europe is still called a church? Ah, who cares." Gojo Satoru continued: "They are He is famous for handling things, and the education system is completely different, and the resistance to Sawada-san is expected to be quite strong, which is not suitable for his development."

"And here, my existence can also provide a guarantee for Sawada-san. At the same time, this is also the most important reason why you came to me." The man curled his mouth, which was different from the previous frivolous smile, looking reckless and frivolous, Ask in a relaxed and confident tone:

"After all, I'm considered the strongest in the magic world, right?"

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Ah, well, sometimes words can't be too full.

The strongest conjurer has a problem.

Gojo Satoru stared at the brown-haired boy with his head down firmly in front of him, showing a thoughtful expression.

This won't work, there's no way to communicate.

What's going on, didn't something happen in just two days?

Gojo Satoru patted the opponent, but the brown-haired boy didn't respond at all, as if he was a lost doll. Reborn looked at the two anxious teenagers standing beside him.Hayato Prison Temple kept pacing back and forth, and the smell of gunpowder on his body was getting heavier and heavier.

The killer glanced at Hayato Gokuji, who couldn't restrain his irritability, and asked the short-haired boy who stood beside him relatively calmly and frowning.

"Yamamoto, tell me, what happened to Idiot Tsuna?"

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two hours ago.

The wind blows through the classroom.

Yamamoto quickly pressed the draft paper on his desk that was about to fly up. It would be bad if the content on it was seen by others.The short-haired boy put away the papers and put them in his drawer. People around were complaining about the sudden gust of wind. He looked forward and saw the brown-haired boy in the front right still bent over to pick up the eraser.

What's wrong?Is it out of reach?Takeshi Yamamoto looked at Tsunayoshi with some doubts for a while, and picked up the eraser as if awakened by the teacher's cough.

Sawada Tsunayoshi's movements were quite slow and with a sense of rigidity.Yamamoto thought for a moment. It was like something you would do, like tying your shoes, or swinging a baseball.It is an instinctive action that is familiar to you and does not require thinking, but a person will suddenly appear next to it and tell you what to do first.

You have to make a cross knot on the shoe first, then roll up one shoelace with your right index finger; another left hand also rolls a knuckle of the shoelace, and finally cross the two and pull it tight.So the movements become extremely cumbersome and unnatural.

Takeshi Yamamoto watched Sawada put the eraser on the table, then lowered his head and stared at his homework and began to write something.

"Students, solve this problem."

The math teacher clicked on the math problems on the blackboard with chalk.

Are you writing a math problem?Yamamoto turned the pen in his hand, has Gang become so serious about studying recently?I don't understand the above formula at all.

At first he thought so, but soon he found out that it was not the case, because Sawada Tsunayoshi did not show any form of interaction with the math teacher.

As a student in class, you should look up at the blackboard, right?For example, Hayato and the class monitor stared at the words on the blackboard very carefully, copied them, and then wrote the solutions, and would respond to the math teacher's questions by flipping through the book.

But Tsunayoshi Sawada is not like that at all.He seemed to be immersed in his own world.

Ah, Gang seems to have broken his pen, right?

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared at the page of the book he had scratched, and there was an inaudible whimper in his throat, as if it had merged with the broken nib.

The warm-colored pupils were fixed on the crooked notes he wrote on the pages of the book, which looked like ghostly symbols, and the brown-haired boy's hand holding the pen was shaking slightly.

Gang Ji took a deep breath, opened the pencil case, and took out a new pencil lead from it, but the strength in his hand kept losing control, facing the empty thin tube mouth, he broke four fragile lead strips one after another.

The fifth was also broken.

"It's so difficult..." The boy seemed to say something in a low voice, but after he finished speaking, Tsuna realized that he hadn't made a sound at all.

He can't put it in.It's too difficult, so difficult, how can I be such a loser?

The boy felt as if tears were swirling in his eyes. He bit his lip and held back the tears.Put the refill in the bag, and took out a brand new ballpoint pen from the stationery box.

Write something more, write something more, distract yourself.

Tsunade closed her eyes, trying to calm down.It's okay, it's okay, just pretend you didn't see it.

Don't close your eyes for too long, let's say three seconds.

one,

two,

three.

Tsunade opened her eyes.

Black and red blood spilled all over the table.

The eyeballs fell on his table one by one, with long and slender tissues at the ends.Every eyeball is swaying with life, like a stamen swaying in the wind.

"Kacha Kacha" was accompanied by the sound of bones shattering little by little, and the miserable and terrifying screams of monsters were heard beside my ears.

【Help me, save me! ! ! ! 】

【help me! !help me! 】

It's one monster eating another.

Countless eyes stared at the boy, constantly waving the tissues, and screaming hoarsely.Sawada Tsunayoshi's whole body was stiff, his pen and ink were dotted on the scarlet paper, and he couldn't see a single word.

Under a rodent exuding a stench, the giant snag-like creature half-flying in the air next to it bit off the joint of the eyeball line.

The bursting blood splashed wantonly!

One side of Tsunayoshi Sawada's face was covered with sticky liquid, and the red blood dripped down his slender eyelashes drop by drop, and fell on the back of his hand like tears.

[You can see... help me!You can see it! ! ] The monster screamed in pain at the boy, and was finally pierced through the head by the sharp mouthparts of the insects. The sharp mouthparts were like a long iron pillar vertically forking in front of Tsunayoshi.

A few of the countless legs and feet were put on the desk, and the black mouth feeder I and II sucked the eyeball monster's cock like squeezing juice.

At the same time, those respiratory organs with tubular structures formed by the invagination of the body wall opened and closed in front of them, making the sound like ventilation pipes.

The stench spread throughout the space, as if it was a monster in front of him, like a crouching dragon, with its segmented torso and long legs striding across the classroom.

"Gulu Gulu..." Soon, the monster that could make a human cry was spread on the boy's table like a piece of dry skin.

Tsunaji's stomach twitched for a while, as if his abdomen was rolling in a washing bucket, and a bitter feeling spread in his mouth.That inhuman, "rustling" sound that belonged to the movement of feet and feet kept ringing in the ears, and the countless compound eyes along the armor opened and blinked densely, and the black pomegranate fruit was inlaid together.

Thousands of compound eyes slowly lifted up with the movement of the thousand-legged foreign body, and lifted up the hard abdomen full of horizontal knots like a snake.

Like a kaleidoscope, the boy's pale and frail face is reflected in it.

The gray-white smoke accompanied the monster, leaking out from the tracheal organs. The foul smell must be poisonous. The brown-haired boy felt a little dizzy. Tsuna lowered his head and looked at the The blood-stained table was half dried up, and the voice of the math teacher was still lecturing in my ears.

"The equations of x and y, through the second theorem, bring x254 into the equation system, connect them in parallel, add the two equations, and finally put them into this group..."

"This question will be more difficult for you."

"The answer is 443." asked the math teacher. "Is anyone doing it right?"

The math class representative in the front row raised his hand, and there was a slight noise from behind, probably there was a prison temple.

Prison Temple's academic performance is very good, and he is very serious about his lectures.Gang Ji thought about it and suddenly felt a little absurd.

Are you crazy?

Everyone is attending class or wandering away occasionally, how could anyone see a huge monster hovering in the classroom?

He watched the huge black hind limbs sweep across the math teacher's head, as if it had cut a beautiful cut into the math teacher's head, but the math teacher's voice was still eloquent, how could it be?Tsuna looked over at a glance, and the movement of the monster made the hind limb no longer where the teacher was originally.

The math teacher's body is intact.

Everyone in the classroom is sitting upright in their seats, their expressions are calm, thinking, or distressed, but there is no trace of fear.

Hearing the sound of "rustling", Gang Ji slowly surrounded himself, turned around in front of him, penetrated the front table, and looked at himself from time to time.Every outline, every arc wheel is extremely clear, so lifelike it makes people feel chills.But Tsuna had an uncontrollable confusion.

Why can only you see it?

No one else can see it.

The person who was impaled in front is still attending the class, so will I be alive if I am impaled?

Could this be...just my fantasy?

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The author has something to say:

I wrote the gnats that I really want to write, ah, I hate bugs, but I searched for gnats pictures tonight and looked at them for a long time (Grandpa on the subway looks at his phone)

I feel that when I write this chapter, many people will run away, touching the little angel who hates bugs (covering her face)

感谢在2021-10-0723:59:24~2021-10-0923:51:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: 5 for Yu Nan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：丸奏40瓶；aaa18瓶；日叶不羞、奈酱10瓶；恋明悠、临磷5瓶；韶翼4瓶；云弥、一杯子奶茶2瓶；

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