For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

The conversation between Oda and the bartender was heard from time to time on the phone, so I said, "What a coincidence, why is there a man's voice over there?"

Dazai: "…"

When he was silent, Cilang had already stuffed Long Xiaojie into my arms, his face was full of grief of the separation of father and son: "When I'm gone, listen to Ito's words, Ajie."

Long Xiaojie became fine, and also barked sadly.

I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I told Dazai to call him later, hung up the phone, picked up the bag on the ground and continued on our way.

Cilang moved things into my apartment, and left after taking care of Long Xiaojie. Before leaving, he did not forget to say goodbye to him.

I touched the little guy who was burying his head in milk foamed dog food, and called Oda back.

"looking for me?"

As expected, the person who answered the phone was Dazai: "Ah, straight to the point? I do have something to ask you."

"Love, no money, save my mother."

"...No, that's not it," Dazai's voice was languid perhaps due to the approaching night, "I hope Ito can explain to me about the resignation."

I know that our relationship is not good enough to resign and we need to say hello in advance, so I also guessed the meaning of his words.

Why is the time of admission so coincidental? Why did he not find out about the Ice Emperor in my resume at first? Is there any other hidden information? If the answer is not good, then I will spend several The trust Yueniu Jin had built up became cold.

Therefore, I decided to go with the flow: "Because I want to avoid you."

This time it was Dazai's turn to be puzzled: "Huh?"

"I don't want to join Mafia's guerrillas, but I don't have the wit of you. If I don't run away, I will definitely be abducted by you into the guerrillas as cheap labor, so I temporarily took refuge in a school."

"I see," Dazai said suddenly, "you saw through it."

…

Are you really going to do this? !

I felt like I was going to reveal the truth. I was thinking about changing the subject when I suddenly caught a glimpse of the workbook on the table: "By the way, Dazai, how is your English?"

"Oh, I'm not very good at it," Dazai guessed that he was still very accurate, "Is there anything you can't do about English?"

"That's right, what does this one Tessemite mean?"

Dazai recalled the fear of being dominated by my rattan English, and after a while, replied: "Translation is not difficult, but first you have to read the pronunciation."

"That's right, I always mark the homophonic words one by one to the teacher's recitation during class."

For a while, there was only the sound of Long Xiaojie eating dog food.

"Then what, Ito," Dazai finally said after a long time, "Do you remember how many English letters there are?"

I was shocked: "What? There is a limit on the number of this thing?!"

"...If you want me to help you translate all the English in the book, it should be finished within next year."

The implication is that don't struggle, you and English will have no results, and everyone will be happy when they are together.

"Ah—then what should I do!" I collapsed and hugged my head, "If I fail the midterm exam, Mr. Kihara will definitely behead me!!"

Perhaps feeling my desperation, Dazai thought for a while and said, "Can I borrow the notes of the top student, maybe I can bet on the question."

Dazai is good at many things, but I never imagined that he would still bet on this skill.

So in class the next day, I stopped Shirou when he was about to fall asleep: "How is your English score?"

Jirou yawned and replied, "It's alright..."

After yawning, he suddenly regained his energy and slammed in front of me: "Yiteng, is Long Xiaojie all right? Is he healthy or not? Is it delicious to eat!"

"It's great, jumping up to the fifth floor in one breath doesn't take your breath away."

I kept a body/body at home to take care of Long Xiaojie, so that I wouldn't be hungry when I was out.

During the break, I asked again about the English grades at the back desk, but he could only barely reach the pass line, and the notes had no reference value. Seeing my distressed expression, Jiro asked, "Are you trying to make up for your English? "

I fell on the desk with my head full of dark clouds: "Yeah...the mid-term exam will be held soon. If the English is at the bottom, Ms. Kihara will definitely take my skin off."

"Is that so," Jiro recalled for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Yes, I know a friend who speaks good English, and I'll borrow your notes for you."

He has always thought of what to do, and he ran out of the classroom as soon as he finished speaking. When he came back, he had a notebook in his hand: "Dangdangdangdang, I'm amazing!"

I took the note and saw Yuuji Ninja's name written on the cover.

The notes are memorized in great detail, the handwriting is neat, and the annotations are densely packed. Although I can't read them, I think this person must be a scholar!

I was elated, and was about to say thank you to Shirou, but found that he had already put his arms on my desk and fell asleep with his head tilted.

... worthy of being the King of Group C.

Jiacheng didn't come today to ask for leave. I could only go to the cafeteria alone at noon. After the meal, I turned around and walked towards the few empty seats left, but at this moment, two boys who were chasing and making trouble suddenly walked away from me. Running past in front of me caused me to take a step back conditioned reflexively.

"Well!"

I turned my head in response and found myself bumping into the boy standing behind, the tray in his hand about to slide down—

"Watch out!"

I quickly turned around and quickly caught the tray that was about to fall into the embrace of the earth.

"Oh hot hot hot hot hot!"

The boy responded quickly, he quickly took the tray from my hand, and asked with concern, "I'm sorry, are you not injured?"

After he finished speaking, he looked up at the two boys who stopped chasing, with a hint of reproach in his calm tone: "Don't fight in public."

The two boys also knew that they almost got into trouble, and blushed: "I'm sorry, we didn't do it on purpose."

"It's alright," I held my tray steady and calmed down, "just be more careful next time."

It was a false alarm, but fortunately, the food didn't fall out, otherwise there would have to be another long queue.

While I was fortunate, I walked to the position I had just spotted, but who knew that it had already been occupied. Looking at the past, it was all people, and there was no place for a family to live in.

Seeing me froze in place, the boy who almost knocked over the tray seemed to think of something, he smiled and said, "If you don't mind, let's make a table."

"real?!"

"Of course," he freed his right hand and pointed to the other table, "there."

I looked over with joy, but when I saw another person at the table, I was stunned: "Jiro?"

The man with orange curly hair was so drowsy that he almost buried his face in the plate, isn't it Comrade Jiro.

"Wow, Ito is you, what a coincidence," Jiro saw me and woke up instantly, "Come on, come on, there is still room here."

Passing through the crowd, the boy and I took a seat in the empty seat, and the latter said, "I didn't expect you to know each other."

After a brief introduction, I couldn't help but feel that this world is really small. It turns out that this boy is the Ninja Yushi who borrowed my notes, and when he heard my name, he also reacted in surprise: "Yesterday I went to the male net department to wait for Shirou's. Is that you?"

"Oh, oh, I remember," no wonder I thought he looked familiar, "you were one of the boys who hid behind the school building yesterday!"

"..." Hearing this, forbearance pushed his glasses, "Cough, don't care about these details."

An ordinary lunch suddenly became lively, and I knew that I was a transfer student, so I told me a lot of Bingdi’s school history, and he talked about the sports festival next week. He asked me if I wanted to sign up. participating projects.

I shook my head: "I'll probably join the logistics team with Kasumi."

"Yes, girls usually participate in the logistics group."

"Then what about you, what are you going to do, equipment gymnastics?"

"Forgive me," endured a wry smile, "this is what I'm not good at."

As if he was woken up by something, Jirou took a bite of the tempura and said, "That's right, Atobe seems to be participating in the men's 100-meter race."

I subconsciously asked, "Who is Akibu?"

When the words fell, Shinobu and Shirou turned to look at me at the same time, the former loosened his hand and the spoon fell on the table.

...What's with this expression of "Fuck you don't even know you're from Mars?"

"I'm sorry," Ninja picked up the spoon, "It doesn't matter if you don't know him, you will definitely recognize him on the day of the sports festival."

"What do you mean, is his characteristic obvious, is he with horns on his head or a tail behind him?"

"It's more obvious than that."

…

Could it be more obvious than this?

Until the end of lunch, I wondered who this Atobe classmate was.

Jiro's mother has not yet agreed to adopt Long Xiaojie. I still have to take care of him this weekend. During this period, I took Ninzu's notes as a photo and sent it to Dazai. It may be that there have been a lot of things happening in Hong Kong recently, and he didn't reply immediately. I.

Could it be that there is a problem with the balance between the various forces? If Dazai is so busy, there are more things in there, do you want to take time to go back...

Wake up, Hyuga Ito, you are a serious school girl!

I quickly dismissed the unrealistic thoughts, continued to dig into the book, and tried to take down the creature within this week!

Time is always a thing that can't stand it, and almost in the blink of an eye, the Ice Emperor's intramural sports festival has come.

On this day, the auditorium was full of seats, and it was noisy. The small colorful flags for decoration were raised in arcs in the wind, and the light released by the sun was a bit more dazzling than usual.

Our logistics team set up a shed on the playground and carried large boxes of mineral water. The cheerleaders over there were already in place. The ultra-short skirts and colorful cheering flowers added to the lively scene.

"Huh... I'm exhausted," Jia Cheng threw a bottle of mineral water for me, "Sit down and rest for a while."

I took the mineral water and looked at the watch on my wrist: "It will start in ten minutes. How are the preparations from the photography team?"

"How come you're better than me?" Jia Cheng rubbed my hair with a smile, "Everything is in order, don't worry."

At 7:50, there are still ten minutes before the sports festival starts.

Athletes are doing warm-up exercises.

At 7:55, there are still five minutes before the sports festival starts.

Large banners have been unfolded in the auditorium.

At 8:00 sharp, the sports festival officially started.

At the same time, the screams of the girls suddenly broke out in the venue, and I was directly scared to spray while drinking water.

"What's the matter, someone jumped off the building?" I took out a tissue to wipe the water off the corner of my mouth, and looked back in horror.

"No," Kasumi was used to it, "it's Keigo Atobe."

From a distance, a tall boy is sitting on a reclining chair shaded by a sun umbrella. Under the enthusiastic call of the audience, he stood up unhurriedly, stretched out his hand and pulled his shoulders, his coat Raised.

Then he took the microphone handed by the butler, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and the audience suddenly became quiet.

"Victory belongs to this uncle."

The second the voice fell, the audience boiled again, and the cheers rose from wave to wave, like a tsunami.

"About, Abe, Abe!" "Senior Abe, look here!" "Ah, ah, ah, I'm going to have a baby for you!!"

I:"…"

I seem to understand the meaning of that sentence.

After the principal read out the opening ceremony speech, the sports festival officially started. The first race was the men's 100-meter race. I thought everything would go smoothly, but at the critical moment, God suddenly came to make people.

"Say it again!" Jia Cheng stood up suddenly, "What do you mean the camera is broken?!"

The senior of the camera team quickly explained: "I ran too fast just now and accidentally fell, as if I broke the camera."

"What are you doing, the game is about to start!"

"Don't worry, I'll have someone bring the backup camera right away."

Afraid of being hacked to death, the senior hurriedly went to call for help, but Jiacheng was not idle. She ran to the referee and explained the situation. The referee agreed to start the game a few minutes later.

Fortunately, it was not too late. The younger brother of the camera team sent the backup camera shortly after, and the game was held as usual.

The senior took the camera to the middle of the 100-meter race, so that it was convenient to run with the champion and take pictures of the sprint.

At this moment, Atobe Keigo has changed into sports clothes, and his strong forearm muscles are exposed again, and he is handsome and dizzy again.

The referee prepares to fire.

I stood under the shed and watched the boys who were doing the pre-run movement and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, huh, fortunately nothing happened.

However, just when I was so naive, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the camera on the ground. It should have been the one that was broken by the senior. There were scratches on the lens, but now it's clean. nothing.

isn't it...

I couldn't help but look at the position of the senior.

got it wrong? !

"Everyone take your place—" the referee's resounding voice sounded.

I tried to save: "No, wait!"

"boom!"

The moment the gunshots rang, I picked up the camera and ran away, completely ignoring Kasumi who was yelling "Why are you going?" from behind.

The cheers of the audience were still deafening.

"—Senior, long and long!!"

The senior has devoted himself to the great career of photography, and he can't hear my voice at all. How hard I run, how hard he shoots, and rushing to the finish line while shooting, it's almost endless.

I gritted my teeth, ruthless, and used all my strength to run away. Finally, I managed to catch the senior and complete the handover ceremony: "Senior, the camera is wrong, this is the one in my hand."

Different from what he expected, the senior did not accept it. He was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.

I wondered: "I know I'm good-looking, but you don't have to look so fascinated, right?"

I saw that the senior returned his soul: "Do you think the surrounding is much quieter?"

It's okay if he didn't remind me. When I mentioned it, I really felt that there was something strange. Why did everyone turn off the mic?

I turned my head and found that the eyes of the audience were all focused on me. Every one of them could put a grenade in with their mouths wide open. On the other hand, when I looked at the arena, the contestants headed by Ajibe were all stunned, and some people even turned around.

Silent.

"What's wrong?" I was confused.

The senior stretched out his hand, pressed my head and screwed my head back, and explained earnestly, "This is a 100-meter race."

"I know."

"You set off at the same time as the contestants, and even carried a camera."

"Yes."

"We are standing at the finish line, you are here before any of them, and there are people from the track and field department in the competition group."

"…"

"You're on fire, kid."