See the spirit boy Gangji

I want to catch him.

No one around knows, no one finds out.

In the entire huge classroom, and even in the campus, it seemed that I was the only one who noticed the flashing brilliance of this butterfly.

Well, if I had to say it accurately, I wasn't actually the first one. He thought of Nakamura who was beaten up to persuade him to leave the school.Under the original circumstances, Nakamura should have wanted to capture it, but his method was too rough.

Takeshi Yamamoto wasn't sure whether it was because Nakamura saw this beautiful brilliance like himself or it was simply because of the teenager's sadistic desire for the weak, but these were not important anymore.

Takeshi Yamamoto's movements were careful, and he wanted to hold the other party with a joyful mood.It looks so fragile and vigilant, as if it will flap its wings and fly away if it gets close, so I have to watch it first, so as not to be too rash.

He was surprised by his own thoughts. He felt that he was in an important field, and he had to carefully observe every detail in order to better play excellent results and find the right time, for example, when it needs help.

Takeshi Yamamoto knows that this kind of thinking is a bit despicable, but in this case, this is the fastest way to get closer to a good relationship.

Know your preferences, find your habits, when you come to school every morning, the taste of soda is lemon and sweet orange, so it goes on and on... But life is unpredictable in the end.

Takeshi Yamamoto thought of the silver-haired Italian boy who suddenly appeared on the podium.

The other party was like a wolfhound that suddenly broke into the garden, scaring away the butterflies in the corner, and then restrained the sharp claws after a meal, and climbed down carefully, waiting for the rain butterfly to land on him gently.

His heart sank slightly when he saw the boy going to school with the silver-haired boy the next day.He thought he didn't mind co-discovering those beautiful wings with others, Takeshi Yamamoto thought, and he overestimated his selflessness.

He was actually not happy, as if he had been rehearsing for a long time, and when he was about to send an invitation to his favorite dance partner, his partner was suddenly cut off.

Annoyed, unhappy.And a little bit of rising possessiveness.

Obviously I discovered it first.

"You can call me Wu."

"I want to be friends with you." Takeshi Yamamoto heard himself say this in a relaxed tone, reaching out to the fallen boy.

But the other party was pretty much the same as he had imagined, and he agreed with some embarrassing surprise and doubts.

Maybe I don't know why I want to show my friendship to him, after all, I have been classmates for almost two years and there is no intersection, right?

I became friends with this beautiful butterfly.Takeshi Yamamoto didn't realize that he was ecstatic, because at this moment he was no longer the "first friend" with a special meaning for a teenager, and besides that, he greedily wanted to go one step further.This is really bad.

Takeshi Yamamoto's hand was pressed against the back of the boy's neck, as if he was holding the boy in his hands. The flustered appearance of the boy made him feel a little cute.Obviously, if you don't like it, you can just push yourself away. Takeshi Yamamoto has continued to observe the boy, knowing that the other party doesn't like people touching sensitive areas.But he didn't push me away... This shows that Ah Gang probably doesn't hate me.

"Awu...?"

"Awu, are you okay?" Butterfly gently fluttered his slender and curly eyelashes. He has beautiful eyes like honey, as pure as glass beads, and there seem to be tiny spots of light flowing inside.

So beautiful.

it's beautiful.

Takeshi Yamamoto saw his own face in those eyes.

"I like Ah Gang very much." He said, seeing the boy's dazed expression.

ah?The boy's face was slightly pink, as if he was a little shy, why did he suddenly say such a thing?

"It would be nice if Ganga could play baseball with me in Koshien in the future." He continued:

"I've been worrying about things like this lately,"

The boy seemed to heave a sigh of relief, what was he thinking, but the sudden tenderness made him a little overwhelmed.

Gangji said helplessly: "Oh, I don't have the baseball talent like you, Wu. Besides, although we can't play baseball together, I can sit on the audience stand and cheer for you, Wu!"

"At that time, there must be all your fans next to me, and I might hold a big fan card..." Tsuna shook the rice ball in his hand and smiled, as if he was amused by the fantasy scene in his mind :

"I'd say it's like having a concert."

If it is Yamamoto's game, it will be very lively, and it is very likely to go back to Hanshin Koshien Stadium...

Before Tsunayoshi finished speaking, General Yamamoto released his hand from his neck, raised his other bandaged hand, and held the boy's face instead.Carefully, like holding a butterfly.

"If you say that, does it mean that Ganga will always be with me?" Takeshi Yamamoto showed a sly smile that is unique to young people, but his tone was somewhat low, as if he was dripping. Big dog wet from the rain, craving the boy's intimacy.

"Although the octopus head is also a friend, no matter what, Ah Gang's eyes are always given to the prison temple more."

"It feels like the two have some secrets that I don't know, and I'm a little jealous."

He smiled and said:

"Please also pay more attention to me."

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Am I paying too much attention to Hayato?I didn't even notice that Ah Wu was in a bad mood?What the hell am I doing... The brown-haired boy's eyes scattered around.

He probably didn't expect to encounter such a thing one day.

Sawada Tsunayoshi deeply reflected on himself. From various perspectives, it is true that part of the reason for the mafia is that the relationship between the two has a certain xenophobic nature.

But, but there is no way to do this, what should he say?

Could it be that he said to Takeshi Yamamoto, "Hahaha, I'm sorry to keep it from you. In fact, I was told not long ago that I was the next heir of a certain Italian aquatic family."

All kinds of heirs whose grades are so bad that they even failed the math exam... There are too many slots.

I feel that the next second I will foolishly sign a false document and cause the family's debts to directly perish!It's not a nonsense funny plot.

No, if it's a funny plot, there won't be such weird things, right?

Sawada Tsunayoshi walked down while wandering, and a few twisted black shadows passed by his side, and the boy inadvertently avoided those wandering spirits who had no self-consciousness while walking down.

Facing this kind of situation, he could easily ignore it. He turned his head and tried to think about Takeshi Yamamoto.

How can I give more attention?Do you want to buy some gifts or something?

But it feels a little weird to give a gift suddenly.

Some purple-red liquid seemed to fall from above.

It shouldn't be his own delusion.

The boy's thinking diverged again.

He felt that there were more of them... small things disappeared from his eyes, and instead there were more terrifying and twisted monsters.

But apart from this, he found that the curse spirit... According to Mr. Wujo, it should be the curse spirit.

Tsuna was not very clear at the beginning, because [monsters] can pass through the human body directly. So far, those monsters are like air to invisible people, and they are not threatening.

But the other [curse spirit] is different. In other words, it is an existence in this world. When it touches people, it is bound to be accompanied by bad things.

Tsunayoshi's method of judging them is basically based on intuition at first glance.

They don't look good, because they can't tell the difference.

The brown-haired boy continued down the stairs.

He felt another drop of the bloody liquid dripping on his neck.

Slippery and sticky.

Gang Ji supported the wall, looked down at the steps, and tried to ensure that every step he took was smooth and normal.

He already knew the rules.Ignoring, ignoring is the best way to solve the problem.

"--Kokichi Sawada."

A cold voice stopped him directly.

"Dirty school uniforms and clothes are unclean. Usually, 5 points will be deducted." He looked up and saw the chairman of the discipline committee standing at the corner of the platform staring at him with slightly raised eyebrows.

13 points.

Isn't this time the disciplinary committee chairman's nap time?Before Sawada Tsunayoshi had time to wonder, he was chilled by Hibari's next words.

The boy's long and narrow phoenix eyes casually glanced over his collarbone and neckline.

"What's that messy liquid on your clothes?"

Kyouya Hibari saw that the expression on the boy's face froze, like a stuck puppet, and looked at himself in a daze.

A few seconds later, there was a crying expression on that face.

paint?Is it the campus bullying in groups or something... Skylark frowned and was about to speak, when he saw the boy stumbling down the steps, running ten steps at a time.

The black-haired boy tried to block the opponent with a duckweed crutch, but he made a mistake in his prediction. The boy didn't want to avoid point deduction or anything like that.

The brown-haired boy's record of being late has already made him no points deductible this semester, and he doesn't care about such things at all.

Seeing that the boy seemed to be on fire, Skylark stretched out his hand and quickly grabbed the wrist of the Disciplinary Committee Chairman. This bold move was really unexpected. The black-haired boy felt somewhat offended and at the same time looked at him curiously. Kokichi Sawada.

The boy pulled him and ran down the corridor.

Violation of Bingsheng Article [-] school rules.

What audacity.The boy's strength was much greater than what he had imagined. Although there were reasons why he didn't take precautions, it was definitely not an easy task to pull a person and run away.

"You..." Hibari was aroused to fight, he wanted to fight with Sawada Tsunayoshi, he saw the boy's profile, the other's lips were a little pale, and at the same time, the air flow carried the smell into his airways.

A bloody smell that Kyouya Hibari was familiar with.

——The smell of the purple paint permeated from the boy's wet shoulders and neck.

Above and behind him, a creaking sound like twisted bones came from the wall.

The second rule to distinguish spell spirits from monsters.

Mantras can be perceived, visualized, and created.

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The author has something to say:

Curse back the curse spirit inside.

Weak spells can be knocked down by physical attacks.

Human beings who are invisible to ordinary people but can touch them can attack autonomously.

The kind of monster Tsunayoshi said.

Following the concept of invisible, invisible.

If the monster is not visible, the monster cannot do damage to it.

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