For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard - Chapter 112

“Ito, why are you looking so bad?” During the break, Naomi turned around and found me with a pale face.

Lying on the desk, I replied feebly, “It’s a long story…”

After I got the exercise book back last night, someone put a hand on my shoulder from behind. At that time, the situation was urgent. I reflexively resorted to a whole family of handed down techniques. When I calmed down, I realized that the other party was the suicidal man I met in the morning. magic!

Who would have thought of this, I thought it was a ghost who was trying to kill him. It was a heavy shot. After the fight, he was sent to the hospital, and he had to visit him later.

“That, Naomi,” I asked after hesitating for a while, “if you are visiting a patient, what kind of condolence is the best thing to buy?”

Naomi gave the answer: “I usually buy flowers and fruits, but you should also pay attention. Light yellow and white flowers are not acceptable, nor are potted flowers. The most suitable ones are probably carnations.”

“I think he’s more suitable for wreaths now…”

“Well, what did you say?”

“No, it’s nothing,” I said sternly, “Thank you for your advice, I know what to do.”

After that, I bought a basket of fruits and carnations and went to the hospital to visit the patient.

The other party was bandaged all over his body, one foot was hung up, and only his face was still intact. This is also the most gratifying place for me. If I hurt that face, I will be very worried.

“Good afternoon, classmate,” I squeezed out a smile and moved into the ward step by step, “Today, you are still so handsome today.”

“It’s an honor to be praised by the elementary school girl.” Although the boy smiled, there was another meaning in his words, “I would be happier if it wasn’t in a place like this.”

Hearing this, I was even more embarrassed, but I soon noticed another point: “Hey, schoolgirl?”

“Don’t you know, I’m one year older than you, and I’m a senior.”

…is that so? !

When the freshman entered the school, I didn’t even recognize the classmates in the class. I thought he was in the same class as me, but it turned out to be the senior!

Are the current seniors so unreliable? Is this school still alive?

After I finished complaining in my heart, I put the fruit basket and flowers on the bedside table, brewing for a long time, but changed the title: “Senior…”

The other party looked very helpful.

“It was so late yesterday, why are you still at school?”

I originally wanted to ask him how he was doing, but since the bandage is already very telling, there is no need to say it to add embarrassment.

“Let me recall,” the boy thought, “Ah, it’s like this. Yesterday I tried to commit suicide by taking sleeping pills, but I fell asleep in a daze.”

“So you slept through the night?” I felt something was wrong: “Didn’t the other classmates wake you up?”

“Maybe they’re used to it.”

…can’t be refuted!

Having said that, he turned to look at me and asked with a smile, “What about the elementary school girl, why are you coming to school so late?”

I quickly replied, “I forgot the exercise book in the classroom, so I went back to get it.”

“That’s it, and then you taught me a lesson by the way, right?”

The guilt that had subsided instantly filled up. I was afraid of ghosts and so on, so I tried to find other excuses: “You, haven’t you always wanted to commit suicide, so I’m going to give you a special ride!”

other side:”…”

After realizing that this excuse was full of provocation, I rolled my eyes and noticed that there was still a picture book on the bedside table, which should have been drawn by this senior, so I quickly picked it up and praised in a sincere tone: ” Ah, look at the smooth lines, look at the beautiful colors, this painting uses exaggerated brushwork, vividly depicting the man in the painting frantically laughing, expressing the extreme joy of his mood, and more expressing the painter. At that time, the mental state at that time was highly similar to that of the picture, and the same happy mood, even Picasso could not match!”

“I’m very happy that the schoolgirl has such a vision,” the boy said only one sentence, “but what I paint is a sky.”

“…” I looked at him with a complicated expression, “You tease me.”

“uh-huh?”

“Ah, no, this so-called abstract painting means that everyone has different opinions, which shows that your painting skills, senior, are already perfect!”

The young man stared at me for a moment, suddenly burst out laughing, his eyes narrowed: “The elementary school girl is really interesting.”

Flattery hits the spot!

I was so excited that I was just about to push the boat and blow him again, but unexpectedly, another person’s voice suddenly sounded outside the ward.

“So you’re here, Dazai,” said the dissatisfaction on the visitor’s face, “You really can do anything to get rid of your student council job.”

I was stunned: “Mr Kunikida?”

Kunikida’s full name is Kunikida Tobu. He is a math teacher in Group C for one year, and he is also a consultant of the “Armed Student Union” of the Magic Academy. I really didn’t expect him to appear here.

“Hyuga?” The man was equally surprised, “Why are you here?”

After chatting for a while, I found out that he came to Dazai, the senior who was injured by me. The most incredible thing is that this senior who looks and is very unreliable is actually one of the students of the Armed Forces Academy. member, and also the executive chairman!

stunned.

Kunikida adjusted his glasses, expressing that he understood my feelings: “I’m also thinking about how he got into the student union in the first place. The reason for him to leave the student council is that this guy does his job well every time.”

Dazai’s mood was not affected at all: “I am embarrassed to praise it.”

“Shut up, I’m not complimenting you,” Kunikida asked, glancing at his poor look, “What happened?”

I was about to speak when Dazai interrupted: “I fell down the stairs~”

Kunikida showed a “that’s true” expression.

As expected, he thought that Dazai’s injuries were all caused by suicide, and he reprimanded him well. Just a bit of loud music playing in his ear.

“Hey, I see,” he responded after Kunikida finished his training, “I’ll pay attention next time.”

“You said that last time too!”

Kunikida had long been accustomed to Dazai’s urination, and he didn’t say anything after getting angry, but just called me aside before leaving.

“I just wanted to ask,” he said in a low voice, as if he didn’t want Dazai in the room to hear, “Have you ever been on TV, the champion of the National Junior Judo Championship?”

I nod.

Kunikida’s tone finally brought a hint of relief: “If I remember correctly, you haven’t joined the club yet?”

“no.”

“That’s the best way, I’ll give you a letter of recommendation later, join the student council,” he said, frowning again, “Help me supervise Dazai.”

I was numb at the time, what kind of miraculous development is this? !

“Don’t be surprised, I’m not joking,” Kunikida looked serious, his voice lowered as if he was trying to endure something, “Dazai, he is always racking his brains to catch my weakness, forcing me to write him a letter of reason for being late— Not to mention that he didn’t know where he appeared every time, messed up my plan and left – before this, he suddenly appeared in front of me on the day of the paycheck, and somehow found my salary, put My accidental mistakes at the staff year-end party were made into a meme to threaten me—”

The more he spoke, the louder his voice became, his expression became terrifying, and he stretched out his right hand and clenched it into a fist, looking at the ferocity, if Dazai was in his hand, he could be pinched to death.

If it wasn’t for the passing nurse reminding him to keep his voice low, he would have scolded Dazai for three hundred more rounds.

“Cough, anyway,” Kunikida’s face tightened, “at least before he makes the next plan, you have to provide me with enough information to prevent me from being persecuted by him, understand?”

I sympathized with his experience from the bottom of my heart: “Understood…but what does this have to do with me participating in a judo competition?”

“Of course, if his plans are too dangerous, you-“

While speaking, he made a gesture of raising his hand and dropping the knife.

“…It’s going to be fatal!”

“I’m referring to using force to stop him, not to kill him,” Kunikida slightly regretted, “Although I want to do it too.”

==This person said something that a teacher must never say…

Unexpectedly, when he came to the hospital to visit a patient, he actually found himself in the student union.

After sending Kunikida away, I returned to the ward, and just as I was about to say goodbye, I heard Dazai say, “I’m hungry.”

“Aren’t your family here to deliver food?”

Hearing this question, the other party suddenly felt a lot of sadness: “I don’t have any family.”

In an instant, a cloud-piercing arrow exploded my guilt.

“I’m sorry, no offense!” I asked quickly, “I’ll buy what the senior wants to eat!”

In the end, Dazai made a long list for me, and it took me several streets to buy it all. I thought it was over here, but I didn’t expect fate to give me another twist.

Dazai’s hand was injured and he couldn’t hold the cutlery. I asked you if you could still paint, but he said that he painted it before. Today, he just took it out to appreciate it. At this moment, two small thoughts popped into my mind. People, one ordered me to go on strike, slap my face, and leave, and the other advised me, “I was injured by you, and there are no other relatives, and the nurses don’t care about feeding, can you go, and your conscience won’t hurt? “.

I pressed my painful temple, stared at Dazai’s innocent smiling face, and compromised.

“School girl seems to be very reluctant.”

“No way,” I suppressed the urge to push sushi on his forehead, “I like to feed. My dream since I was a child was to feed others. Seniors don’t have to worry about it at all.”

“Is that so,” Dazai said happily, changing his mournful expression from before, “Then ask the elementary school girl.”

After leaving the hospital, I just felt refreshed.

“Finally back!” I pushed open the door and kicked off my shoes, “Mom, I want to eat curry rice, the super bowl of—”

When I saw Neji’s figure, the last word got stuck in my throat.

“Big Brother!!”

I was ecstatic, ran forward quickly, jumped up when the two sides were about to collide, hugged him with both hands and feet, Neji caught me, and couldn’t help staggering a step.

“Welcome back!” I wrapped my arms around his neck, not to mention how bright my smile was, “Gifts, gifts, I want gifts!”

Neji smiled helplessly: “I have to buy it.”

I turned my head and saw that there were various figurines on the sofa. My eyes lit up, so I jumped down and ran over to check. I counted my fingers while I was looking. Yes, long live!”

“Those things are also sold in Yokohama, why did Neji buy them from Kyoto?”

“You don’t understand this, Dad,” I raised my finger and shook it, “I mainly want to let the eldest brother feel the world of the otaku. He is such a serious person who huddles with the otaku to buy peripherals. That scene was wonderful just thinking about it.”

Dad: “…”

Neji: “…”

Mom pondered for a few seconds: “It makes sense.”

Neji and I came back on the back and forth, just in time for dinner, my mother cooked a large table of dishes, and our family sat together, which was more lively than usual.

But this excitement mainly refers to me and my mother.

“No food.” Dad interjected.

While chatting happily, he suddenly said such a sentence, which is like pouring cold water. Mom was unhappy on the spot, and went back directly: “You said it too.”

“…I’m reminding you.”

“Sophistry, excuse, stinky man.”

“…”

“Father,” Neji helped him out of the siege, “the dishes are getting cold.”

Dad’s fighting power in front of mom has always been zero. After being scolded, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he chatted with us, but only occasionally expressed his opinion.

Yesterday, Uncle Rizu called and asked how Neji and I were doing with our studies, how we were doing, and when we would go back to our hometown to get together. Scheduled for my vacation.

“My hometown…” The image of a cute short-haired girl appeared in my mind, “I don’t know if Hinata misses me, but it’s better to go back, it’s better to sleep with a soft and fragrant sister than to be alone in an empty boudoir. Okay.”

Mom: “Give it up. The last time you and your sister slept, you snatched all the quilts and half of the mattresses. From then on, you are destined to be alone in the rest of your life.”

“Tsk, cruel.”

Mom patted my head and turned to look at Ningci: “Will you go too?”

“Well, you can decide.”

After dinner, I dragged Neji and played games for two hours. If it wasn’t for Dad’s arrogance, I could have played all night.

Neji will stay at home on weekends, either meditating or watching current news. I think if he goes on like this, he will get old before he gets old, so I often take him out to play bowling, billiards, etc. Although basically it is me. I lose, but I will be rude if I win. Neji is used to it and I am used to it, so let me be rude and not reprimand it.

But I didn’t expect that I would be the first to break this rhythm of life.

“Is something wrong?” Mom suspected that she had heard it wrong.

“Well,” I faltered, “I have dinner with my classmates, and I won’t be at home for lunch.”

Dad also found it strange: “Didn’t you drag Neji out for a dinner party before? What’s the matter today?”

“It’s a women’s meeting. It’s inappropriate to take the big brother there.”

I was afraid that if I said a few more words, I would be exposed, so I quickly put on my shoes, and the other one jumped out of the door before I could put it on.

rushed to the hospital like an escape.

“Good noon, elementary school girl.” The person lying on the hospital bed greeted him with a clear tone and a very good mood.

I pulled the corners of my mouth, trying to laugh but couldn’t.

At the end, he just put the ramen he had packed in his hand on the bedside table, opened his chopsticks, and prepared to feed him.

Dazai, like a child, leaned forward to smell it: “The fragrance is so strong.”

“Stop talking nonsense, senior,” I picked up the ramen, stood by the hospital bed and looked down at him, biting my back molars with murderous eyes, “Open your mouth.”

Dazai: “…”

It’s such a good day that just taking a breath of air will make you feel warm, why do you have to come all the way to feed a senior dog who has only met three times in total? !

With a dark face, I picked up the noodles and stuffed it into Dazai’s mouth. The latter was always “hot, hot, hot, hot, hot” there. I had no choice but to let it cool down and feed it to him. a familiar voice.

“Vine, what are you doing?”

The author has something to say: Kunikida complained that Dazai’s words were in the mobile game, slightly modified [Even in the academy, you can’t escape the fate of being punished, it’s really a man’s silent tears