See the spirit boy Gangji

The Italian killer glanced over, and Gangji explained helplessly: "I feel that it's dangerous for you to sit on my shoulder. What if I make a big move and you fall?"

Reborn didn't show any cynicism this time, he took a look at Sawada Tsunayoshi and sat in the opponent's arms as kindly as he could.

The boy held the baby in one hand, and took out the mask from the pocket of the uniform with the other hand, hung it around his ear skillfully and pulled it on his face.

"Do you have severe allergies?" Reborn asked.

Gangji nodded casually.Clearly absent-minded.

"Has Gang made any friends at school?"

"I'm a good-for-nothing." Gang Ji laughed at himself, "Why would anyone make friends with me?"

"Doesn't your school have clubs?" Reborn: "You are really strange. You haven't even joined a club once in school for so long. The school has an animation club, right? Aren't you an anime fan? Why didn't you join?"

"Animation Club, there is." The good-for-nothing boy sighed: "To be honest, even if it is an animation club, real nerds won't join."

"Ask why? Because there are no three-dimensional friends in a dead house paralyzed at home all day." The boy answered the question by himself:

"Finally speaking, the club is for socializing, and many people in it don't think much of it. A cosplay character is just because they think it looks good, and they don't understand it at all and don't restore it." Tsuna concluded:

"Is there any point in participating? It's better to go home."

Going home society, as the name suggests, goes home directly after school, referring to people who do not participate in any activities.These people are often defined as relatively boring guys.

The boy was talking nonchalantly, and walked slowly along the blue-stained bricks.

On the way, he suddenly got stuck, and his voice immediately disappeared like a candle blown out by the wind, and he almost had the same hands and feet.

Feeling the confusion of the students, Reborn focused his eyes on the girl in front of him with great interest.

"Wow, what a cute child!" Sasakawa Kyoko saw Sawada, and her eyes were immediately attracted by the baby in his arms.

"It looks so cute!" Sasakawa Kyoko bent down and praised without hesitation: "Is he Sawada's younger brother?"

"Ah, no, no!" Seeing his goddess looking at him with a smile, Tsuna felt that his heart was about to run out of blood, so he replied shyly and softly, "It's a relative's child."

[Hurry up, hurry up, don't miss this opportunity!Take courage!So lucky today!Say hello to the goddess this time! ! 】

You can Tsuna!

"Morning, good morning, Kyoko Sasakawa from the second grade." Tsunayoshi's head was swollen, and he quickly spit out the greeting: "Today, today's weather is really nice."

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, as if he had been poured down by a basin of cold water.

Ahhh! ! !What the hell is Kyoko in the second grade! !Help, does he have no brains? !Do you feel that you are being rude?And how do you come up with the clichéd pick-up language like the weather is good! !

Just when Tsuna was about to be thrown into the [-]th hell by his own imagination, Kyoko made a gentle and kind voice next to his ear.

"Oh, what a strange name for Kyoko-san."

[It's over. 】Before Tsunayoshi's heart was ashamed, the girl continued: "Sawada-kun is really humorous, just call me Kyoko! We are all in the same class, so don't be so unfamiliar."

"Can I just call you Tsunaji?"

His heart beat fast, ah, is this an angel?His tense muscles instantly relaxed.

"Yes!" The brown-haired boy replied quickly, and added by the way: "You can call him whatever you like!"

"Okay," Sasakawa Kyoko smiled and waved, "See you in class, Tsunayoshi-kun."

Seeing the girl walking away, the little baby jumped up and punched the boy on the head.

"Wow! What are you doing!?" Gang Ji squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

"You're so worthless." Reborn said contemptuously: "Romance is a natural talent of the Italians, and they can't even speak coherently when facing girls. The heartbeat is so fast that people think it's a heart attack and they are about to die. .”

"What's even more ridiculous is that you only exchanged names with each other today. This kind of thing can be done on the first day of meeting. Have you not talked to each other for so long in the same class?"

"Or do you have gynophobia?"

Gangji dare not speak back.

Because what the other party said is indeed true.

And... Tsunaki felt that it wasn't a bad thing that he didn't have a deep relationship with the other party.

He came to the classroom, and Reborn disappeared when he entered the school gate to check.

Did you say go back?The brown-haired boy put away his schoolbag and took out the books he needed for class.

After the first class, everyone spontaneously gathered in a group and talked separately. The girls discussed fashion and which male star together, and the boys discussed sports and games.

The latest mobile game release?Sounds like a great place to be.Gang Ji has also tried this kind of large-scale online shooting game, but his aim and vision are particularly poor, and his skills are really bad.

Forget it anyway.He lowered his eyes, got up and walked to the school bathroom.

There seemed to be someone in the first cubicle, so Tsuna pushed casually and opened the second bathroom cubicle.

The boy's eyeballs vibrated suddenly, and his breathing became stagnant.The hands and body closed the door very naturally, and turned to the sink next to it.

He lowered his head, turned on the faucet, and the water rushed past his clean wrist.

The door of the bathroom cubicle seems to be in disrepair for a long time, making a "squeak" sound, and the slightly deformed door hinge cannot be closed well, and it opens towards the outside.

Gangji washed his face, closed his eyes, and let the cold water soak his face.

The brown-haired boy calmed down and opened his eyes again.

"Ah." He vibrated his vocal cords.

A huge, yellowed, rotting eyeball was pressed against his face.

The distance from his nose seemed to be only one millimeter, and the stench rushed into the nasal cavity and respiratory tract, and the seaweed-like hair flowed down with green and disgusting liquid.

Tsuna watched it slowly opened its mouth.

The densely packed opening and closing of red and white pointed red with minced meat made a twisted and weird inquiry like a sharp tinnitus:

【——Can you see me? 】

"Oh," the brown-haired boy looked at the clean mirror in front of him.He lowered his eyes and rubbed his eyes vigorously with his left hand: "It hurts so much, I knew I wouldn't stay up all night..."

"It's so uncomfortable, please ask for leave, Wei Xin should ask for leave as expected." He lowered his head and whispered to himself.

But as his gaze moved, the rotten eyeball with long hair also slowly slid down with his movements.

The eerie, dead man's yellow cracked eyeballs stared at the boy's face.

The monster refused to let go, it continued to ask:

[Can you see me? 】

Gang Ji only felt that his hands and feet were cold.His other hand was still running under the faucet.

He felt that his face had begun to twitch unconsciously, it should be the teeth.His teeth seemed to be chattering, and he was stubbornly suppressing it with all his strength, trying to put on the mask he had pulled off as if nothing had happened.

The other hand was raised a few times, but failed again.It's like a vegetative person who just woke up, trying his best just to stand upright.

In the mirror, his antics look like a clown.

Some things cannot be concealed no matter how hard they are.Physiological resistance to death and survival instinct.Tsuna had rarely encountered monsters like this.They often give up naturally after the question is finished and the other party does not make other panic gestures.

Why?Why would it be posted?

If it was in the past, in the past, Gang Ji would not be so careless, he breathed slightly, it seems that there are more things happened in the past two days, such as the Italian mafia, the family, the mess, let him have There is a very strange sense of absurdity.

He thought of the Kyoko he met in the morning, what a beautiful girl like a flower.They also exchanged names in the morning.Is he going to die in the men's washroom due to a moment of bad luck now, with blood and debris all over the floor, and then become a strange campus story, a ghost legend, etc. that people occasionally mention?

Just like that, did his life end in such a ridiculous way?

He has no friends, but what about Nana?How sad Nana must be.

[You can see me——]

[You can see me, see me if you can see me! ! ! ] The monster's hoarse whisper became weird and frenzied.The bloody mouth opened and closed, and the huge, skull-like eyeballs were filled with thick paste, and they became sharp and ear-piercing:

【flesh!Sweet flesh and blood!Mantra!It smells so good, eat you, eat you, eat you! ! ! 】

All the thoughts flashed through the boy's brain in just an instant, and a strong smell of blood emanated from Tsunaki's mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, his warm brown pupils were filled with incomparable hatred and anger, strands of lava-like golden color permeated and flowed in the middle of the pupils like hot magma that was about to gush out.

Shut up.

said it all...

The brown-haired boy reached out to the ugly wriggling piece of flesh in front of him.

"Damn—it's so noisy—" The wooden door of the cubicle made a loud noise, and someone kicked the door open:

"There's something wrong with your fuk*, you keep pouring water and muttering all by yourself!"

The silver-haired boy had a ferocious expression, his green eyes were cold, and the metal armor on his body collided with each other making a crisp sound.

He stepped forward and grabbed the boy's tie directly, Gang Ji was pulled staggered, took a step back and slammed into the marble sink hard.The hard edges and corners made him grunt in pain, and he had no time to react, and then a pungent and choking smell of smoke blew towards himself.

The young man held a cigarette in his hand, and looked at the little one he picked up with a gloomy expression: "Do you fucking know not to disturb others—ah?"

"What are you complaining about in the toilet all by yourself? Are you a woman?"

"I finally found a place to smoke, and I heard someone disturbing me." He took another puff of cigarette and blew a puff of white mist towards the person in front of him, and said maliciously:

"If you want to ask for leave to go home, then fuck off—" Hayato Gauriji paused for a moment, then suddenly cursed again.

Hold.

"What's wrong with you! Why are you crying?!" The silver-haired Italian looked at the boy in front of him staring at himself, tears fell straight down like he didn't want money, and the hot tears hit the back of his hand.He shook his hand and even threw out the cigarette.

"What are you doing, I didn't beat you up!" He patted the other person's face impatiently, signaling that enough is enough.But probably because I felt that the hand feel was not bad, I squeezed it subconsciously.

The brown-haired boy's tears flowed even more fiercely.

Prison Temple Hayato: Tsk.

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Hot knowledge: Hayato Prison Temple can also be regarded as a literary youth.The son of a famous family, who has been in society for a few years, can swear and beat people.