And Sheng Chronicle

Carrying the banner back to the student union office, except for the girls in white uniforms shouting how handsome, everyone else...

"President QAQ" Yamada Masaru had a face of collapsed belief, as if he would die if I didn't let go.

Tsk, stupid mortal.

Hanging the big flag on the wall, the pile of documents gave me an urge to turn around and go home.

Sitting down with a blank face, some of them were approved by Lan Maozheng, just flip through them casually and let him post them.After approving a few copies, I completely lost my patience, put down my pen, put on my earphones and selected random play, and lay on my back looking at the ceiling.

so boring.

Death heavy metal raged in his mind, and the strong rhythm struck his nerves.The ceiling is pasted with exquisite wallpaper, and the golden and complicated patterns outline the blooming roses one after another.Slowly, those lines blurred into incomprehensible shapes in the eyes.Did I like this kind of stuff before?Touching the cross button on his waist, even if he didn't leave a little memory, his instinct is enough to support himself to accomplish many things.

The melody of the thick dark wind stopped abruptly, and the low and melodious cello flowed slowly like a spring.

Those who have forgotten don't even bother to think about it.

It's really cool to say it, maybe the student council president who is majestic in the eyes of others and ignores everything should be so chic.

No memory does not mean that you can be as pure as a blank sheet of paper, common sense and three views are all there, just like an RPG that is forced to delete files, just follow the operation strategy and it doesn't matter the plot dialogue.

Today is the student council president, tomorrow is the student council president, and the day after tomorrow is the student council president, it's just a copy and paste.

I don't hate this kind of life either, this is my life, isn't it?At the point of sudden interruption, there is nothing wrong with continuing to follow the previous line.However, when I look at my face in the mirror, I feel like "ah, is this really my face?"

Xu Yuanqing, Bing Sheng, the student president, and the beast on earth, three names and three lines, forming a triangle.

I got into a dead end, trying not to be bound by the past and stop before going beyond the "definition".I know that it is wrong to fight and instigate others for granted, but the first thing that comes to mind is not reconciliation but violence, and the body reacts faster than the brain.It is often only after wielding a weapon that I realize that this is wrong, but looking at the other party's fearful and hateful eyes, I can't say a word of apology at all.

I have been laughing at Hibari Kyouya's poor popularity, but in fact I am often surrounded, and their fate need not be mentioned.Before you hurt others, you must be prepared to be hurt, right?

The first time I saw blood since I lost my memory, I hesitated for a moment, and quickly brandished my weapon.Warm blood splashed on his face, and he didn't even shake his hands or close his eyes.

The blood will speed up, the breathing will be slow, and the extremely clear thinking will deduce the enemy's next move.Dodging attacks calmly, even attacking is as easy as finding something out of a bag.

Looking at the wailing people on the ground, I felt neither the thrill of victory nor any sense of pride. I just calmly took out my mobile phone and called an ambulance.The innocent passers-by curled up in the corner, with panic in their eyes, they looked at me as if they were looking at an executioner, a bloodthirsty pervert.

Only I know how annoying blood is, and even soaking clothes in cold water for half a day may not be able to wash them off.Except for the one with Hibari Kyouya, I don't think it's meaningful to knock down these social garbage, but there is a strange sense of pleasure after seeing their non-mainstream ugly faces become unrecognizable.

From triumphant to begging for mercy, the ugly look of wanting to hug his thigh and beg for mercy—tsk, herbivores.

Suddenly I felt a strange feeling of sympathy for Hibari Kyoya, ah, by the way, we are still childhood sweethearts.

childhood sweethearts.

This is a very strange word.

I'm a little curious about what happens to him when he joins the one who lost his memory, what would he do?Continuing to follow the footsteps of Secondary School [-] all the way to the dark, or to renew your life and become a good student in the new era, a talent available to the country.

Well, if he put on black-rimmed glasses and put on his school uniform and said to me with a gentle smile, "Qing-chan, good morning."——that would be a disaster.I can only wonder if he will pull out the abductor and give me a symmetry in the next second.

Always felt……

"Green and flourishing, neither big nor small just right..."

What the hell is this?

Completely ignoring the natural law that strong light will make people unable to open their eyes, they opened their almond eyes wide.Picking up the phone, the song "Bingsheng School Song" has reached its climax.

"Morning dew shines brightly at Bingsheng, mediocrity is the best, always humble and peaceful, healthy and strong, haha ​​- let's laugh together, Bingsheng Middle School."

Who can laugh.

The corner of the mouth twitched and switched to the next song, why is this old school song that is not played in the morning meeting on the music list.It's even marked "I like it."

In the past, my own taste seemed to be really problematic.

Boring, the whole morning finally passed under Lan Maozheng's condemning gaze of "my president can't be so lazy".

Take out the bento, the eel rice ball tastes just right, and the fruit after the meal is apples peeled into rabbits, soaked in salt water to keep fresh.Leaning against the window and watching Hibari Kyouya bite and kill a few unscrupulous boys hiding in the corner smoking, and then patrol the campus with arrogance.

Tsk tsk, so full of vigor and vitality, it is worthy of being the second grader who rejected the temptation of "full of energy" from the aircraft head.

I wanted to imitate the students in the comics and go to the rooftop to eat with friends, but it’s a pity that no friends are young. I went to the rooftop for a stroll and was depressed to find that the wind blows the dust and goes to the restaurant, okay?

People who are full after drinking and eating are easy to be bored, otherwise there would be no such sentence as being full.I wiped the oil from my mouth, carried the flag and entered the office of the Disciplinary Committee under the eyes of Lan Mao who was about to die. No one stopped me this time.

Knocked on the door politely three times, and opened the door gently after hearing the word "please come in", Hibari Kyoya was approving official documents.Standing at the door, I nodded silently in my heart, I have already brazenly pushed all these things to Lan Maozheng.

"What's the matter with you?" Instead of the twisted and ferocious smile as imagined, Hibari Kyouya looked at me calmly, but judging from the slightly furrowed eyebrows, he was not happy about being interrupted while working.

Seeing such a normal appearance, I don't know what to say, how should I express it? In fact, I really just strolled here when I was full and had nothing to do?

Just find a topic.

"The thing about the ghost in the women's toilet on the third floor... Let's go and see together?"

Averting his eyes from the "justice" banner, Hibari Kyouya looked at me with a look of evil pen, "It has been resolved."

already solved?How to solve it... Oh, seeing his sudden smile again, I don't want to know the process at all.

I found a plastic chair and sat down. The office of the Disciplinary Committee, which was originally just a warehouse, looked so crude.

Hibari Kyouya ignored me and continued to approve official documents on his own.

After reading a novel on the phone for a while, the lunch break passed quickly.I was torn between staying here and making peace with him, or messing with his hair and going to the rooftop to work out together.As a result, Cao Bi knocked on the door and came in with a new official document in his hand.

"Chairman, Miss Urobuchi, hello."

Skylark looked up at him and motioned to put it on the table.

I glanced at the cover, um, it looks like Lan Mao has been approved and sent it over?But he seems to disagree.Seeing Hibari's interested eyes, I was also a little curious.

"What is it?"

"The third grader Mochida applied for the use of the dojo and the first grader Sawada Tsunayoshi dueled."

Mochida?Kokichi Sawada?Not impressed.

After carrying the banner, I didn't stay for long, I went out of the Disciplinary Committee's office and walked around the school, and finally found a random classroom to enter.

The teacher who was speaking impassionedly was taken aback, and blurted out: "I handed in the lesson plan! I handed it in with Ms. Matsumoto the day before yesterday!"

Nodded, in fact, I don't know who this person is at all. After saying something to continue the class, I found a seat where there was no one and sat down on my stomach to listen to the class.

There was a long list of equations written on the blackboard, and all the students were frowning.After taking the pen and paper presented by the students at the back table with both hands, he quickly calculated the result.

After listening to the analysis for a while, I fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how long it has been, it's a bit cold.Opening his eyes, he saw a familiar-looking boy with brown hair standing beside him timidly, looking like he was about to cry.

"Study, senior sister."

Close your eyes and ignore him.

"Hey, Urobuchi-senpai. This is Gang's seat. He went to the infirmary just now. I have a free seat here. Please sit here."

"It's saved, Yamamoto-san!"

It’s that kind of thing again, am I that scary?

Frowning unhappily, this brown-haired guy... I remembered, this is the rabbit running around naked today.Yamamoto?

Looking back, she smiled brightly with eight teeth.Sure enough, it was Takeshi Yamamoto.

"you are?"

"Huh? I, I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Is he Sawada Tsunayoshi?The one who's going to duel with another guy from what field?He looked up and down his small body, how hard he was to think about it.But looking back on what happened in the morning, could it be that he is a saint who can explode a small universe?

And that little baby...

Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth rose, successfully frightening everyone.I carried the flag and ran to the office of the Disciplinary Committee excitedly, pushed open the door, and found the duel application under the eyes of Kyouya Hibari. Write your name next to your signature.

The two signatures are both in the proud Liuyun font, and the last slightly upturned stroke is exactly the same sharp.

The duel after school unexpectedly turned into a big upset.The rumored useless super useless Sawada Tsunayoshi relied on his special "humor" skills to rise up with a fiery shirt on his head, pulled out the hair of the deceitful Mochida, and won the victory.It's a pity that it is impossible for Uegawa Kyoko, who is the prize, to be his girlfriend.

Don't be kidding, the girls in white uniforms are already ready to teach Mochida an unforgettable lesson for saying "prize".

I looked at the empty window for a while, and I clearly saw a bullet coming in and hitting Nakasawada Tsunayoshi just now.But he is alive and well, is it an illusion?

After watching the excitement, I went home with a big banner on my shoulders. I punished some of the gangsters who found fault, and the word "justice" that was flaunted in the wind was bloody red.

The author has something to say: This is a transitional chapter.Sister paper is actually not that funny... I don't believe what I said.