Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Kanagawa Prefectural Sato Sakura High School.

Students wearing uniforms entered the campus laughing and laughing, young men and women were full of youthful vitality.

However, there was a young man out of place standing at the gate of the school.

[Shiraishi: I don't want to go to school. ]

[kp: No, it will be ooc. ]

Unlike Nanami Mei, who can settle the school by herself, Shiraishi always cares about his adoptive father. He himself is also an introverted character who is not easy to express his feelings. Playing truant without a valid reason is not something Shiraishi can do.

The black broken hair on his forehead covered his impatient eyes, stepping on the edge of OOC, Bai Shidun walked in slowly with a half-new black schoolbag hanging on his left shoulder.

Liying School is not much different from other schools. The neat classroom building, the grass-scattered playground, and the students and teachers are nothing special.

"A new classmate came to class today, a transfer student, Shiraishi." The gentle female teacher said softly on the podium,

The boy in the white shirt stood next to the teacher, his broken hair blocked the students from exploring, and he whispered, "I am Baishi, Baishi Dun, please give me your advice."

The dry introduction, the unconfident stance, the hair covering the eyes, the thin body——

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: Ah, it’s strange, I feel like you’ve been tricked? ]

Curious eyes turned to contempt, and then to contempt. In the small society of Japanese schools, personal performance is not cheerful enough and does not show value. It is almost equivalent to labeling yourself as "come and bully me", especially in this teacher's credibility. Insufficient classes, this situation is exacerbated.

[Shiraishi: Reconnaissance, used for students in the classroom. ]

[kp: Baishidun reconnaissance 501D100=45 success]

Some people lowered their heads boredly, no longer paying attention to the transfer student standing by the side of the podium, while some people looked at Shiraishi Dun maliciously.

The clumsy Bai Shidun walked to his seat under the teacher's smoothing, bowing his back slightly, looking even more cowardly and easy to bully.

Sitting by the window, Bai Shidun took out his textbook and pretended to listen to the class.

The teacher on the podium gave lectures like hypnosis. Under the sunshine of April, the classroom was filled with sleepiness for no reason.

[Baishi Dun: You have to go to class every day outside, and you still have to do it in the game, can't you skip this paragraph quickly? ]

[kp: Enjoying youth is a student's privilege, as is sitting in a classroom and studying. ]

[Shiraishi: Tsk. ]

Bai Shidun sits in the last row at the back of the classroom, the "protagonist position" that the teacher cannot find, and as long as the right side is blocked, no student can detect what he is doing.

Under the cover of his coat, Bai Shidun skillfully took out his mobile phone and fished during class time.

[pk: You are ooc! ]

[Shiraishi: No, being introverted doesn't mean obediently attending class. ]

[pk: But Shiraishi listened to his adoptive father very much. ]

[Shiraishi: I still have two faces, do you want to see them? ]

After all, Atsushi Shiraishi is a child who will choose the most decisive way to solve the problem as the usual way.

The electronic cold light of the mobile phone screen reflected on Atsushi Shiraishi's black eyes, and the latest information about Tokyo flashed before his eyes.

[kp: Baishidun reconnaissance 501D100=20 success]

"Tokyo station gas leak, causing many people unconscious" eye-catching heavy font embedded in the retina.

[kp: Atsushi Shiraishi is lucky? ? ]

In the public video data, Bai Shidun saw a strange symbol.

In the 360P video, the investigating policeman walks around in it, people lying on the ground, and the people lying on the ground look pained, they don’t know whether they are sick or having a nightmare, and one of the policemen will be on the ground When a certain "corpse" moved away, a strange light yellow mark was exposed in front of Baishi Dun's eyes.

[kp: Shiraishi Inspiration 501D100=72 failed]

[kp: deduction of sanity 1D3=3]

[kp:...]

[kp: Why are you the first to drop san in the safest place? ]

Fragmented crazy screams pierced Baishidun's brain, and nightmarish whispers whispered in his ears. The mobile phone screen in front of him seemed to become a living thing that could breathe, rising and falling in his hands.

Bai Shidun's hand suddenly tightened, holding the phone tightly.

[kp: Atsushi Shiraishi straight dead magic eye 901D100=10 success]

The stinging pain from the sharp fragments forced the hallucination to end. Bai Shidun remained motionless in the fish-touching posture, and his heart began to beat as if he had suddenly realized that the blood flow returned to him, bringing him a burst of warmth, which gathered in his left hand again, turning into a hot Liquid runs down.

Bai Shidun opened his palm, and the torn mobile phone was lying in his palm, and electronic rags with bright red bloodstains fell from between his fingers.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"Ah!" Seeing the dripping blood, the girl on the right couldn't help screaming, "Teacher! Student Baishi is bleeding!"

The eyes of the classroom focused on Atsushi Shiraishi for a moment.

"Wow, it looks very serious, how did you do it?"

"Self-mutilation?"

"It's scary, this transfer student."

"Self-harm in class, is your brain broken?"

Under the leadership of a gentle teacher, Shiraishi went to the infirmary, leaving behind the gradually noisy classroom.

Along the way, the teacher was hesitant to talk, and wanted to ask him why he self-harmed and was worried about poking the wounds in the hearts of the students. I heard that Bai Shidun came to the school alone, and there must be some problems in the family. Should he ask his guardian to make a side note later? Bar.

The school doctor in the infirmary was an elderly man. His eyes were dim, but his hands were steady. He picked out the fragments that had pierced Bai Shidun's palm, debridement, applied medicine, and bandaged them all in one go.

The teacher told him to rest in the infirmary, and he could go home by himself after school time, and then run back to continue class by himself.

The school doctor also said that he was going to work as a gardener. If a student came in, ask Bai Shidun, who was in the infirmary, to call out from the window.

In the infirmary, there was only Shiraishi Tun with his left hand bandaged intact.

Atsushi Shiraishi: In this school, the school doctor and the gardener are the same person, so it's too economical. Is it because treating people is the same as treating flowers, and you only need to remove the bad parts?

Then can I consider becoming a doctor in the future?

[kp: This is good, the phone is gone, and one of the hands is broken, and the main line has not started to jump like this-it is true that Ouhuang's life is extremely short. ]

[Shiraishi Atsushi: I just think you are praising my luck. ]

[kp:...]

[kp: Atsushi Shiraishi is lucky? ? ]

[Shiraishi Atsushi: I'm getting angry from embarrassment, is this trying to test my luck on purpose? ]

[kp:...]

[Atsushi Shiraishi: Guess it was a big success? ]

[Shiraishi: Hahahaha, thank you~]

Sitting on the single bed in the infirmary, Bai Shidun recalled in his mind the last video of the "mobile phone that went to death safely" - a yellow pattern, with yellow lines in the yellow circle that looked like scorpion pliers or goat horns.

Bai Shidun had an idea: Could it be that people who draw pictures like yellow very much?

"Excuse me, Dr. Yamamoto, I'm Yoshino." The door of the infirmary was pushed open, and a boy with long bangs walked in.

There was no obstacle between the single bed and the door, so Atsushi Shiraishi and his bandaged left hand were instantly discovered by the boy who called himself "Yoshino".

Yoshino did not expect that there would be students in the infirmary at this time, and his body stiffened at the door.

The introverted Shiraishi said in a low voice, "The doctor is not here, he has gone to work as a gardener."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence: "If necessary, I can call him."

"No, no need," Yoshino interrupted him, and walked awkwardly into the infirmary, "I just came to find some bandages, I accidentally wounded myself..."

[kp: Baishidun Psychology 501D100=? ? ]

Eyes covered by hair can clearly see Yoshino's stiff body language, and the flawed lies dissipate in the air without needing to be punctured. Bandages are not for healing, but for concealment.

Presumably he has a family that is worried about him.

Shiraishi got up, took out the bandage from the place where the doctor treated his wound just now, and handed it to Yoshino: "Is this enough?"

"Thanks, thank you, eh, my name is Yoshino Junpei, you are." Yoshino Junpei took the bandage, and he had a little more affection for the weak-looking boy in front of him.

"Huh? Me?" Shiraishi stepped back stiffly.

Atsushi Shiraishi's reaction made Junpei Yoshino nervous: "Yes, is there something wrong?"

"No, no, I'm Baishidun, I just transferred here today!" Baishidun quickly denied, "Please give me your advice!"

[kp: Honorific, you are really good at such details. ]

Yoshino Junpei was stunned by the sudden honorific: "Ah, oh, please give me your advice."

Yoshino Junpei took care of his wound and was about to leave soon. Before he left, he looked at Atsushi Shiraishi who had just transferred to another school and injured his left hand, and hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter, Yoshino-kun?" Atsushi Shiraishi asked.

[Shiraishi: Through psychology and anthropology. ]

[kp: Baishidun Psychology 501D100=? ? ]

[kp: Baishidun Anthropology 301D100=92 failed]

Yoshino Junpei blinked his dark eyes, and suppressed his emotions to the bottom. For some reason, he asked Atsushi Shiraishi: "Mr. Shiraishi, how did you get your injury?"

Bai Shidun hesitated for a moment, and the yellow mark and the dead cell phone flashed in front of his eyes, and finally replied: "I was not careful."

[kp: Yoshino Junpei? ? ]

Yoshino Junpei's heart trembled violently, he opened his mouth and tried to say something, but the words stopped in his throat and were swallowed by him again.

How can he, who is in deep trouble himself, comfort others in the same situation, and he can't even say that kind of hypocritical chicken soup that is useless at all!

"That's it, then you should be more careful next time." After Yoshino Junpei said dry sarcastic remarks, without even saying goodbye, he turned around and left, walking very fast, as if someone was chasing after him.

Shiraishi was very happy that he made friends who could exchange names on the first day of transferring.

Until school time, Bai Shidun still didn't wait for the campus to come back, closed the door of the infirmary and went home.

[kp: Don't you take your schoolbag? ]

[Shiraishi: Do you still have to go to school tomorrow? ]

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

[kp: ... not on. ]

Bai Shidun went home by car, and an office worker saw that he had a tightly bandaged left hand, so he offered his seat sympathetically.

[Shiraishi: ...]

[kp: ...not arranged by me. ]

Bai Shidun thanked in a low voice, then sat in the seat given to him by the office worker, and sat all the way home.

"I'm back." Bai Shidun walked into his bar.

The lively interior of the bar gave him a pause.

"Tun is back~" the blond jk jumped forward happily.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong with your hand, are you being bullied? Qihai goes away." Matsumoto Jiro grabbed Nanami Mei's blond hair, preventing her from pounced on her.

"Is this bandage injured? Does it hurt? Are you going to the hospital? Are you hungry?" The beautiful adoptive father came over worried.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

"No, it's all right."

With the care of his family, the shadow of distortion completely dissipated from Bai Shidun's heart.

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The author has something to say:

kp meditated: Ouhuang's lifespan is extremely short.

Although everyone is a troublemaker, D is the main force who persecutes KP. With his own luck, KP had to write the script on the spot.

What a miserable kp...

Friends think that normal copywriting is to attract readers into the pit, and my copywriting is to purify readers.

Me: No way to refute.

感谢在2021-07-2415:38:07~2021-07-2622:01:50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 mines: Did you return to Uranus today?

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