See the spirit boy Gangji

"Judaime, are you alright!" Tsuna returned to the corridor of the class when the silver-haired boy grabbed the palm of his hand and wanted to grope the boy all over his body to see if there was any damage.

"Where did you go!? I couldn't find you anywhere just now, did anything happen? Did you get hurt somewhere? Why is your hair wet..." Hayato Kojiro's eyes were fixed on the boy's body A large and ill-fitting school uniform, Yamamoto patted the boy's shoulder lightly, and asked with concern: "It seems to be wet? Is this...an old school uniform?"

Yamamoto looked at the clean bandages that had been changed around the brown-haired boy's neck, noticed the boy's slightly tangled expression after Hayato asked the question, and asked in a gentle tone:

"Did Ah Gang accidentally get wet from the faucet?"

"The clothes on him look a bit big." The boy with short black hair bent down, and very naturally rolled up the stacked long trouser legs for the boy on one knee.Tsunayoshi was startled by Yamamoto's sudden movement, and just wanted to stop him, but he was pulled by the prison temple and could only quickly turn his head: "Hey! I can do this kind of thing myself!"

"Ah Gang can easily fall when walking like this."

Yamamoto's face was quite natural, which made Tsunayoshi feel that he was making a fuss.

"It's an honor for this guy to be able to help Judaime with his clothes, Judaime don't care about him!" Hayato Gokuji felt that he had been robbed of the opportunity. He always had a strange comparison mentality in some aspects, as if he was not to be outdone. The boy immediately helped the boy to tighten the wide cuff buttons upwards. When he saw the prison temple looking at his open neckline, Gang Ji couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, and he reached out and buttoned the buttons to the highest level. , The bandages were also covered tightly, and the black jacket and school uniform outside were also neatly arranged.

"Have you been looking for me just now... It's still class time."

Yamamoto was careless, he didn't care about this matter, and his tone was very relaxed: "Oh, it seems, I just said why it's so quiet, so it's all in class." "Eh, didn't you notice?" Headache and guilt: "This will be said by the teacher...it will definitely be said at the parent-teacher meeting. This class seems to be a mandarin teacher..." The mandarin teacher is extraordinarily fussy, and loves elitism the most.Although the relationship between Yamamoto and all the teachers is okay, it will still be credited if you just skip it like this.

There is also Prison Temple, the relationship between Prison Temple and all the teachers is quite tense, what should I do...

"It's okay, it's okay. After all, Gang's safety is what matters in the end." "I came here for Judaimu." Classes don't mean much to Prison Temple.

Tsunayoshi's thinking was pulled back by the words of the two, and he showed an embarrassed smile at the two of them. Tsunayoshi's hand gently held the stamped form from Hibari Kyoya in his pocket.

"Awu, Hayato, I have something else to do. I still need to find two people. Go back to the classroom first. I'll be right back!" Tsuna patted the arm of the prison temple lightly, trying to appease the other party. Si quickly stood up straight: "Is it a dangerous thing!?"

"Ah, how come, this is a school, how could it be dangerous." Gang Ji was stunned for a moment, wondering why the prison temple would suddenly think of such a word, and quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, I'll talk to someone, Be right back."

"The school is very safe." After Tsuna finished saying this, he found that the prison temple's expression became more disturbed, and a bit of struggle appeared on the face of the silver-haired boy, and Tsuna hesitated for a moment if he said something wrong , but Yamamoto patted the prison temple on the shoulder like a good brother, which almost made the prison temple blow up.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you in the classroom! Be careful on the road, Gang."

Prison Temple glared at the short-haired boy next to him, and shook off his hand. "Then Judaime... I'll wait for you to come back in the classroom."

Gang Ji looked at the two of them in confusion, they were really weird today, but Gang Ji didn't say much, he nodded, turned around and walked towards the corner of the corridor.

He came to the door of the infirmary, and he could hear vague complaints and Shamar's impatient voice from outside.

"How come people are sent here all day long?! Why are there so many patients in a middle school!"

"The stinky man can wipe it off by himself with saliva, why bother me with such a small injury?"

"What is such a small injury! My face is swollen from beatings! What kind of attitude are you, a lousy doctor?!" The boy's dissatisfied cursing touched the wound on his face, and he immediately wailed.

And the doctor didn't care about the irony at all: "Oh, then go find that Skylark and beat him, why are you arguing with me here, a bunch of little kids have a lot of things, I haven't said that you bother me to appreciate beauties!"

It was so noisy, Shamar opened the door of the infirmary to go out to clean up, when he lowered his head, he saw a soft brown head.

"Oh, Sawada." The doctor raised his eyebrows, and looked the boy up and down listlessly with drooping eyelids: "Where did you get hurt again?"

He was about to talk about his classic self-licking theory, and Gang Ji showed a somewhat embarrassed and timid smile on his face: "Excuse me, can I go in and talk to the two of them?" ?”

"That... will be ready soon?" He added with some uncertainty, clasping his hands together as a gesture of please.

Shamar heard the yelling and scolding from behind, and took another look at this famous waste material gang.

Shamar didn't want to care about this kind of thing. The man thought about it and thought that the people inside should have no harm.The doctor held the impurity with the cover of the beautiful woman inside under his arm, retreated to the outside of the door, and pushed the door wide open.

"Please come in, let's talk casually." He lazily put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, and made a nondescript gentleman's salute to the heir kid.

"My face, it hurts, and I have a headache. Give me some medicine, you bastard, I'm going to the Academic Affairs Office to sue you!!!" Imai slurred his speech, and breathed in pain, and was overwhelmed by Shamar's irresponsible attitude Furious.

This quack! !This is a quack doctor. He is going to the Academic Affairs Office to report this irresponsible guy and expel him!This smelly doctor must be prescribed! !One of his eyes was swollen from Lark's blow, and his vision was blurred by a swelling of interstitial fluid beneath the skin.

"Waste material gang?!" It was Maruyama next to him who saw the person coming and yelled, Imai turned his head to look over, and yelled again involving the wound on his body.

"You didn't get beaten up by the Disciplinary Committee!?" Imai saw the brown-haired boy's well-dressed appearance and yelled, feeling unfair: "Damn what are you doing here? Where did the doctor go?!"

The door behind the brown-haired boy was gently closed. He did not step forward immediately, but looked at the two lying on the bed in the infirmary at a distance of several meters. After rubbing against each other, he slowly walked up to the bed where the boy was shouting.

"You...what do you want to do?" Imai's complexion was distorted in pain, and he looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi above him with half-opened eyes with some vigilance.

"Do you want to take revenge on me? Is it possible!?" He sternly reprimanded but felt a little flustered in his heart.Gang Ji stood in front of the hospital bed and looked at the boy's swollen face. Gang Ji blinked and said calmly, "No... I just haven't finished my sentence yet."

Gang Ji said: "I want to talk to you."

Maruyama and Imai were choked up by this, because they used this excuse when they asked each other to go out.

Maruyama endured the pain, his expression was not good: "What do you want to talk about?"

Gang Ji's tone is still the same as before, with that kind of tenderness and even feeling awkward, speaking unhurriedly: "I want you to take back what you said before."

He mainly spoke to Imai who was next to him.

Imai didn't react all of a sudden, Tsunayoshi continued: "You have to apologize for what you said to the prison temple classmate." He thought for a while, and continued: "And mine, what you said is too much... very disrespectful people."

"Just for this kind of thing...?" Imai felt so bewildered that he even wanted to sneer in his heart.

As expected, the waste material gang is really the waste material gang, and you came here just for this kind of thing, are you a primary school student in kindergarten?What a joke!

"You're really not kidding..." Laughing, Imai turned his head and looked over, the sarcasm stuck in his throat like a fishbone.

The brown-haired boy looked at him blankly.

"Please apologize." His voice was gentle and soft, the kind of voice that Imai looked down on most without a boyish voice. It was not loud and majestic at all. He also politely added a question: "Is it okay?"

Imai felt cold sweat dripping from his back.

Probably because his eyes are swollen and he can’t see the surroundings clearly, so the surrounding objects far away from him are blurred, and the white walls and tables seem to be Gaussian blurred with the background. Only this guy, Tsunayoshi Sawada left an edge

His ears sounded like bees buzzing in his ears, which made him wonder if the blow from the disciplinary committee had affected his ear canals as well.

Incandescent lights diffused across the infirmary from the ceiling.It didn't directly shine on the opponent's whole body as pale as in the utility room.The infirmary is ventilated, and there is even a big sun coming in through the half-shaded windows outside, but Imai couldn't help twitching his arms, he felt a slight chill spreading from his body.This kind of chill is like the kind of tiny needles, which seem to be drilled through the pores, with a bit of tingling and discomfort.

Imai felt it for a moment when he was in the utility room, and now he thinks it is not an illusion.

It was a very uncomfortable, intangible, even psychological fantasy.

In the blurred vision around him, the face of the brown-haired boy was also somewhat distorted, turning into a swirl of ink flowing like a mixture of colorful colors, with a color like gilt sandwiched in it, cold, without wearing it Mood, a metallic texture.

Imai felt his eyes hurt sharply.The interstitial fluid seems to be swollen to burst the eyelid.

So strange this guy.

it's wired.

Tsunade Tsuna, Tsunayoshi Sawada, is he such a strange person?This waste material...

So weird.

So weird.

"Imai?" He heard Maruyama calling him, probably because of the satellite because he didn't speak for a while.Maruyama endured the pain and looked over, and found that Imai's whole body was trembling, his hands clamped his neck hard, as if he had seen something so terrifying that he went into a seizure.

"What's going on!? What are you doing?!" Maruyama yelled at the brown-haired boy who was standing still. Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him like a wandering spirit, then blinked, and then He looked down at the boy who was twisting on the bed with his throat stuck.

Maruyama immediately climbed down from the bed and stopped the other party's self-mutilation, his face became hypoxic and purple-red: "Imai, are you out of your mind? What's going on!?"

He pulled the hand on the neck away and cursed at the boy standing beside him who didn't respond: "What's wrong with you, why don't you come and help...!? You..."

"Trouble, please apologize." Tsunayoshi smiled at Maruyama as if it was the same as before, a normal smile without any malice.

He lowered his eyes, these words were still spoken to Imai who was showing pain on the bed.

The brown-haired boy put his hands behind his back lightly, his shoulders slumped weakly, and his old black school uniform was loose.With one foot slightly pushed back, he looked so ordinary and harmless, probably no one would glance at him while walking on the road.

The brown eyes were shaded by long eyelashes and cast a layer of light shadow.

There seemed to be a drop of scarlet melted into the dark brown pupils.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't get a response for a long time, he frowned slightly, as if he was a little impatient.

"Trouble, hurry up."

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