For the Slaughter To Eliminate the Haggard

I huddled under the covers, clutching the token of love and bandage that Dazai had given me for a long time, unable to let go.

Calm down, Hyuga Ito, I just invited you to the guerrillas and didn't say I want to marry you!

"Ah—so annoying!"

I rolled over suddenly, took out my phone from under the pillow and called Jiro.

The bell rang for a short time, and the other side was connected, but the voice was very tired: "You know, Ito, there was a person who disturbed my sleep and beauty more than three times, and then he was thrown by me to reclaim the sea."

"Nonsense, how could our boss, a beautiful heart, do such cruel things," I sat up cross-legged, "I woke up, and helped the beautiful girl to solve her doubts."

"What's wrong again?"

"Dazai invited me to join the Hong Kong black guerrilla."

Jiro suddenly sobered up: "Why are you still digging around?"

Isn't that right, to be a mercenary of Nagasawa Pharmaceutical Company is an involuntary thing. If you go one step further and directly bind with Hong Kong black, you will die.

My main task is to remove Dazai's head. If I officially join the port of Maifa, then after removing his head, I will definitely be put on the hat of a traitor and hunted to the ends of the earth by Hong Kong blacks. Do you want to enjoy the reward? Go to sacrifice!

"In this case," Jiro suggested, "then we can only temporarily avoid the limelight."

"Where to avoid?"

"Have you forgotten what day is next week?"

I hurriedly jumped out of bed to flip through the calendar, and it dawned on me when I saw the date circled in red.

…

I didn't respond directly to Dazai, I just ran the company apartment at two o'clock and one line, and Dazai didn't take the initiative to contact me, as steady as a thousand-year-old turtle fairy.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Two days later, I came to the poor street to continue my education career.

I was walking down the street when suddenly, a gust of wind swept behind me, and I quickly dodged to the side to avoid the flying kick.

Turning around, it turned out to be Xiao Yin.

Xiaoyin deserves to be a good seedling to learn assassination technique, don't learn too slippery aura.

"Sister Ito." She stood up obediently and greeted politely.

"It's a great trick to learn by surprise," I complimented. "In time, you'll be the toughest Assassin on the street."

When the voice fell, Akutagawa walked out of the alley next to him. He was not in good health, and he coughed a few times: "This is because Xiao Yin has talent, and it has nothing to do with you no matter how well you learn."

"TAT Akutagawa, he bullied me."

Xiaoyin was anxious: "Sister Yito, don't be sad, I can have today thanks to your teaching!"

After she finished speaking, she turned to look at Akutagawa: "Brother, you are too much."

Akutagawa: "…"

Women's University does not stay!

Xiaoyin took me around the street and told me that they had come up with a way to avoid being threatened by other power users.

It turned out that in the few days I was away, the Akutagawa brothers and sisters met a lot of children who were as lonely as they were, and ganged up their fists to rebel, vowing to use practical actions to tell these adults that the flowers of the motherland are not easy to bully.

"Wonderful," I approved, "what's your idea?"

Xiaoyin shook his head: "No, it was my brother who came up with it."

Hearing this, I retreated to Akutagawa: "Why do you suddenly have a good brain?"

It was unbearable and unbearable. The latter was furious on the spot, and instantly sacrificed Rashomon to try to take a dog's head on my neck. I quickly backed away and successfully escaped the fate of being split in half.

Xiaoyin was afraid that her brother would really send me on the road if he couldn't think of it, so he hurriedly came out to smooth things out: "Don't make trouble."

After letting Akutagawa turn off the fire, Gin asked me, "By the way, Ito-san, are you here to guide me today?"

I shook my head: "No, I'm here to say goodbye."

I'm going to Tokyo next week. Xiao Yin was surprised to hear the news, but Akutagawa was in a good mood.

But after I promised to come back, Comrade Akutagawa didn't look good again.

Today, I came with my luggage. After setting up a practice menu for them, we have to go straight to Tokyo. The resignation letter from Director Nagasawa has already been submitted, but I don’t know if it will be approved.

On the way to the Shinkansen, I received a call from Chuya.

"Why did you resign?" Xiao Zhong also wondered.

"It's really good news," I looked at the platform not far away, "I'm going to Tokyo for a few months, I'm always embarrassed to occupy the mercenary spot, so I just quit."

"Why go to Tokyo for no reason?"

"because…"

I'm starting school.

In order to prevent me from becoming illiterate from English illiterate, Jiro specially arranged a position for me as a transfer student at the Ice Emperor Academy in Tokyo, saying that he wanted to improve the cultural level of the entire revenge house, and strive to lead the organization to enter the international market. Unique in the competitive Hakata assassination industry.

The middle on the opposite side of the phone was already dead, as if the concept of going to school didn't exist in his world at all.

"Then you still come to Yokohama to be a gangster?!"

I replied, "Part-time job during vacation."

"…"

"The day I save enough tuition is when I resign."

"...I don't say it's okay to be inspirational."

Arrived at the site, hang up the phone and slip away.

Tokyo Private Bingdi Academy, also known as the rich and wealthy area that does not know what poverty is, every student has a Maserati. Standing in front of the brilliant and extravagant school gate, I always have a feeling of entering the city.

Konoha, learn from others!

After receiving school uniforms and related books from the Academic Affairs Office, I went straight to Group C for 2 years.

When I introduced myself, I felt like I was the monkey being watched by civilization. Many people said that my surname was similar to what Sunshine in Group D did.

"Quiet!" The class leader suppressed the boiling students, "This is the end of the introduction, Hyuga, please sit down first, and the class will start soon."

In the few months when I first came to this world, I was pressed by Jiro every day to instill cultural knowledge, and I knew a little bit of Mandarin, mathematics, physics and chemistry, and I could barely keep up with the progress.

After the math class, the monitor Utsunomiya Kasumi squeezed past the Civilized Monkey Watching Group and came to me: "Hinata-san, is there a club you want to join?"

Society?

Surrounded by my classmates, I was puzzled.

"Every student in the school will choose a club they are interested in to join," Jiacheng explained patiently, "Bingdi's words are more famous for sports clubs, but they are not suitable for girls. I recommend you to join the cultural department, such as the photography department and calligraphy department. …”

"Is there a grocery store?"

"...???"

Forced by life, I now want to work part-time rather than join a club.

Jiacheng is a good-natured person. She gave me a list of the names of the Ice Emperor clubs and told me to go home and study them.

After school at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I started wandering the streets and alleys with my bag, and finally found an apartment, printed out the contract with the landlord, and moved in after completing the formalities.

I fell on the bed, opened the phone address book, and when I selected the contact person Osamu Dazai, I didn't press it, nor did I press it.

Oh his... Love is hard, it's hard to go to the sky.

Just when I was hesitating whether to make a phone call with Dazai to communicate my feelings, I suddenly thought of going to work, but I don’t know much about Tokyo.

The first day of starting a new life is all about things.

In order to familiarize myself with the local customs and customs of Tokyo, I stayed up all night looking for information on the Internet. Who would have guessed that when I went to school the next day, I was greeted by a bombshell.

"Small test?!"

The bomb dropped by the teacher blew up a group of scumbags.

Of course, there is no shortage of scumbags like me, a newcomer.

"This exam is just a phased test, don't panic," the history teacher said. "Just show your usual strength."

...Where did the strength come from, from the moment I graduated from the ninja school, I was already mentally retarded!

The moment I got the test paper, my mind went blank. When the classmates around me adjusted their state and started writing, I was still analyzing the inevitable connection between the Meiji Restoration and sandwiches.

== I may be a fake neon.

No - I'm the woman who wants to be the roof beam of revenge, and I can't throw in the towel here!

Although I am very sorry for the reputation of the Hyuga family, there is nothing I can do.

I secretly poked my hand under the table, knotted and rolled my eyes.

In an instant, my vision became wider, and everyone's answers to the test papers were neatly presented in front of me. I pondered for a while, but I didn't know whether the answers of my classmates were right or wrong. After observing for a while, I focused on the front desk. body.

He has been sleeping since yesterday afternoon. In the comics, what does King Jue in the school mean? He is excellent, he is a top student, he is a kid from someone else who can get the first place even if he doesn't study hard for the exam. Copy him, That's right!

I picked up the pen confidently and wrote down the other party's answers one by one, even though I deliberately changed a few wrong options.

I still had a smile on my face until the papers were handed in, but—

"Look at what your achievements are!"

In the staff room, the history teacher slapped the table with a slap, which made my heart tremble.

Fortunately, I had the halo of a transfer student, so he ignored it for the time being, and instead pointed his gun at my front desk: "Jiro Akutagawa, I won't say that you are very reasonable when you sleep in class. Is this how you repay my kindness? !"

I:"…"

Comics are all lies.

The boy called Akutagawa Jiro seems to be used to being trained. He treated each other with a smile all the time. The teacher's sticks were all hit on the cotton. Said: "I will forgive you once because you are a transfer student. In the future, I will study hard and win glory for me."

I wiped off the spittle Xingzi that had been sprayed by mistake, with two lines of tears in my heart: "...Yes."

"Wow, the morning class is finally over, let's start C!" Cilang walked out of the staff room and stretched, "Speaking of which, who are you and why are you in our class?"

I don't want to talk anymore: "I was a transfer student from yesterday, and you fell asleep at that time."

"Ah, so that's the case," he punched in the palm of his hand and smiled heartily, "Great, I didn't expect that there are people in this world who have the same bad historical results as me!"

Classmates, I am wrong...

At this time, the class bell rang, and I turned to look at the campus scenery outside the guardrail, feeling a sense of powerlessness in my heart.

Hey, the future is bleak.