Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

Touma Kazusa was stunned for a moment.

Oh, right.

A piano can't play itself.

Since piano music is being heard, doesn't that mean that something invisible is playing it?

Touma Kazusa's pupils shrank in shock.

"Does that mean ghosts really exist in this world?"

Yozora retorted speechlessly.

"Seriously, your reaction time is way too long."

Touma Kazusa is indeed a piano genius in the truest sense.

She is almost as if she was born to be a pianist.

Not only does she have top-notch talent.

But also the perseverance and purity to devote herself wholeheartedly once she starts playing, without even thinking about the supernatural events happening around her.

That's what I'm saying... …

But looking at Touma Kazusa's surprised expression, Yozora felt like this black long straight-haired girl had a bit of a moe attribute?

"I see."

After Yozora retracted his hand, Touma Kazusa felt a sense of inexplicable loss in her heart, but what she was more concerned about now was the playing posture she had adjusted.

She tried pressing a few keys, her lips slightly parted, and said in surprise.

"This… … This… …"

The red-clothed female ghost folded her arms in front of her chest, looking very proud.

"There was actually nothing wrong with this child's original fingering."

Yozora knew what the other party wanted to hear at this time.

Since this red-clothed female ghost helped Touma Kazusa, he didn't mind cooperating to make the other party happy.

After all, the dead are the greatest.

Yozora deliberately made a puzzled and curious look.

"Then if there is no problem, why adjust it?"

What the red-clothed female ghost wanted to see was this kind of reaction.

She looked satisfied, and no longer continued to keep him in suspense, but directly explained.

"The original way of playing, although there is no problem, but this child plays the piano for too long every day, at least ten hours at the start."

"If it's just playing, you only need to pay attention to the fingering and not affect pressing the keys."

"But using this fingering for a long time will cause great damage to her hands."

"Not to mention becoming a world-class pianist, if this continues, her hands will be ruined in less than two years."

"After my correction, it can effectively alleviate the damage to her hands caused by playing for a long time."

"But you still have to tell this child that her practice frequency and intensity are too high, completely exceeding the limit of what her hands can bear, and she needs to combine work and rest."

Yozora relayed the words of the red-clothed female ghost to Touma Kazusa verbatim.

In the first few sentences, Touma Kazusa nodded from time to time, looking very convinced.

But when she heard the last sentence, which was to let her combine work and rest, she bit her lower lip lightly, a complex look in her eyes, and sighed softly, as if explaining to Yozora and the red-clothed female ghost, and as if murmuring to herself.

"I… … I must catch up with her, as long as I catch up with her… … definitely… … maybe… … I can… …"

Touma Kazusa muttered softly, glanced at Yozora, adjusted her emotions, and returned to that cold and calm appearance again.

"Please thank that senior for me."

Yozora waved his hand.

"No need to thank her, she can hear you."

The red-clothed female ghost nodded and smiled.

"No need to thank me, my reason for helping her is very simple."

The red-clothed female ghost walked to the piano and placed her left hand on the black and white keys, gently and slowly, as if stroking the skin of a lover.

"I also wanted to become a world-class pianist."

"It's a pity that no matter how hard I tried, my talent could never reach that level."

The red-clothed female ghost's tone seemed a little sad, but more of it was a kind of nostalgia and reluctance.

"But this child has the outstanding talent that I never had, enough to become a top performer."

"And I have also seen her efforts."

Speaking of this, the red-clothed female ghost paused.

Her body gradually became transparent.

Before disappearing, she only left the last two sentences.

"Tell her that I hope this piano can one day appear on the world stage with her."

"Let her complete the things I never completed."

As the voice fell, the red-clothed female ghost's body completely dissipated.

Yozora knew that this was the same as Yotsuya Miko's father.

The obsession in the present world has been completed, and the soul has passed on.

Yozora relayed the last few words left by the red-clothed female ghost to Touma Kazusa as they were.

After hearing this, the latter showed a complex look in her eyes, stroking the black and white keys in front of her with the same movement as the red-clothed female ghost, and muttered to herself.

"Can I… … really do it?"

Hearing Touma Kazusa's self-doubt, Yozora smiled carelessly.

"Even the ghost says you can, so you definitely can."

Touma Kazusa smiled slightly upon hearing this.

"Yeah, I didn't expect my first supporter to be a ghost."

"How could it be the first one? It's clearly the second one."

Touma Kazusa was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion.

"The second one? Then who is the first one… …?"

Yozora smiled.

"Of course it's me, I have always supported you."

Touma Kazusa's pretty face blushed slightly, she lowered her head to prevent Yozora from seeing her expression, and said angrily.

"Idiot, don't suddenly say silly things, you didn't even know I could play the piano before."

"I know it too well."

Touma Kazusa did not continue this topic, but stood up, closed the lid of the piano, looked at Yozora's face, hesitated slightly, and finally couldn't help but open her mouth.

"That can of drink in the entrance of your house is… …"

""Yes."

Without waiting for Touma Kazusa to finish asking, Yozora replied without concealment.

"It's the can you gave me."

"Why?"

"What why?"

Touma Kazusa pursed her lips, a few complex colors flashed in her eyes.

"Aren't you… … very disgusted with the gift I gave you? You even gave a speech."

Yozora smiled.

"Yeah, Pepsi Cola, and it's still at room temperature, it can simply be called my least favorite drink."

Hearing that the gift she gave was so disliked by him, Touma Kazusa's expression became a little unhappy, and she snorted coldly.

"Since you dislike it so much, why don't you just throw it away?"

"How could I do that?"

Yozora shook his head, looked directly into Touma Kazusa's eyes, and smiled.

"I don't like the gift itself, but I quite like the person who gave the gift."

Touma Kazusa was stunned.

After a few seconds, a shy blush gradually appeared on her fair pretty face.

In those slender and delicate eyes, there was a sudden attack of helplessness, and a bit of unexpected surprise.

Did I… … Did I hear it wrong?

Let's sort out the logic.

That can of Pepsi Cola was indeed given to him by me on the first day of school, right?

That is to say.

The person who gave the gift that Yozora was referring to was me, right?

Then what he means is… …

He likes me very much, so he kept that can of Pepsi Cola?

Suddenly encountering such a straight-ball attack made Touma Kazusa, who had never had any contact with men of the same age… … no, with anyone else, feel caught off guard.

At the same time, she also had a kind of unspeakable sourness in her heart.

It's not sourness towards Futaba Rio, Sakurajima Mai, Yuigahama Yui, Yotsuya Miko, and those girls around Yozora.

Touma Kazusa just felt that she really deserved him?

She didn't quite know Yozora's reputation at school.

Because of her family environment, Touma Kazusa had a very strange sense of inferiority, and her personality had become so complicated that it could be called twisted.

Yozora's simple sentence had an unimaginable impact on Touma Kazusa.

She didn't know how to deal with it.

Maybe she knew.

But Touma Kazusa didn't have the courage to express her thoughts directly in words.

She made a subconscious choice.

"You… … You go back first, I'm going to play the piano."

Touma Kazusa almost pushed Yozora out of her house, and then closed the door heavily.

"What a twisted guy."

Looking at the closed anti-theft door in front of him, Yozora couldn't help but have such thoughts.

It's just that he had expected this long ago.

Indifferent, violent, inferior, but also easily shy, unable to express the true thoughts in her heart.

Isn't this Touma Kazusa?

Just as Yozora left the apartment building and came to the street outside, ready to go home, his phone suddenly rang.

Opening it, he found that the person calling was Yagami Light, who had just exchanged phone numbers this morning.

After connecting.