Gin, he ran away with Mr.

"Kurosawa-san, why did you cover your right eye with a bandage? Does your eye feel uncomfortable?"

The corner of Kurosawa's mouth raised a beautiful arc, looking at the students around his seat, he didn't seem to mind their inquiries, and then said with a little regret: "Because it was injured... "

"Ah? Is that so? Can't even a doctor cure it?" One of the students asked in surprise.

"I can't help it, because... it was gouged out with a knife!"

"what!"

Everyone took a step back in horror, seeing Kurosawa's expression that didn't look like he was lying, and for a moment didn't know whether what he said was true or not.

"Hahaha, I'm joking. Do you all believe this kind of thing?"

Kurosawa couldn't help laughing out loud, and withdrew that seemingly serious expression.Looking at the stunned classmates again, he laughed exaggeratedly, and did not forget to wink his right eye mischievously.

"What! Don't make such jokes, please!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they still kept asking questions around Akira Kurosawa, as if they were full of curiosity about him.

No matter who or where, when a stranger appears in a familiar environment, the first reaction is to refuse to approach.Just like the first day of school, everyone dared to come forward and talk to him.However, when the subconscious sense of exclusivity is eliminated, I am full of curiosity about the strange things.Always involuntarily want to approach.

Seiichi Yukimura sat aside, writing his homework quietly, as if separated from the lively environment next to him in two worlds.

As the president of the student union, he has many things to do.As a high school student, he not only faces the most important college entrance examination, but also has choices about his future professional tennis career.

For him, tennis has been a part of his life, so he will never give up tennis.Now he has to put in 100% effort in order not to let study become a burden.

Genius, who becomes a genius without sweating?

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Hearing the sound, Seiichi Yukimura turned his head suspiciously and looked at Akira Kurosawa.

I saw him holding a small bottle full of ground coffee beans in his hand and handing it over.

"Although the school does not have a professional coffee machine, hot water can still be provided." He bent his eyes, "If the body is in a tired state, the study efficiency is not high."

Yukimura Seiichi stretched out his hand to take the small bottle in a daze. Even if he didn't open the bottle and smell it, he knew that the quality of the coffee beans was absolutely excellent.

"...Thank you." After a long while, he replied politely and smiled in return.

Akira Kurosawa rested his chin on one hand and looked at him sideways. His right eye, which was not covered by the bandage, seemed to be full of inquiry.

Because his probing eyes were too straightforward, just when the smile on Yukimura Seiichi's face couldn't hold back, he suddenly said, "Your friend is waiting for you outside."

Um?Yukimura Seiichi turned his head suspiciously, while his good friend Genichiro Sanada was standing outside the classroom door.

It was a boy wearing a black peaked cap, with a serious face, and he seemed to be unrelenting no matter what.With a straight face, he walked to the door of the classroom and looked at Yukimura Seiichi.

Seeing that he was wearing a tracksuit, Yukimura Seiichi knew that it was the tennis club's business, so he turned his head and gave Kurosawa an apologetic smile, then stood up and walked out the door.

Akira Kurosawa, who was sitting in the original seat, suddenly withdrew his smile and turned his head to glance at the cherry blossom tree outside the window.

The pink petals are floating around, it seems that these days are the same scene, and the scenery at this time is no different from usual.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

Soon, he was surrounded by many students who were curious about him, and he was easily joking with them.

Just like an ordinary high school student.

A day of study is over soon.For Kurosawa, it was nothing more than a different place to sleep, and he was still very leisurely.Surprisingly, he was able to turn in his homework on time every day!The teacher who really couldn't find anything wrong had no choice but to turn a blind eye to him.

The streets of Kanagawa in the evening are different from the sea of ​​Kanagawa in the sunset.

The light golden warm sun spreads on the streets and alleys, and the streets are full of bursts of fragrance from cherry blossoms.It was a peaceful and leisurely evening, and the students after school left one after another from the school gate, heading home.

At the entrance of a quiet alley, the setting sun stretched the figures of the two teenagers extremely long.

"Yukimura, actually..."

Seiichi Yukimura looked at Genichiro Sanada, who was beside him with the brim of his hat extremely low, with complex expressions in his eyes.

It's my third year in high school, I've graduated, everyone in the tennis club should go their separate ways.

Today I dealt with a lot of matters related to the handover of the next head of the tennis department.Unknowingly, their teenage years were almost over.

What will the future look like?How many people in the tennis club can really embark on the road of professional tennis?What kind of university will you go to in the future?When will the next time we meet after graduation?

Seiichi Yukimura looked at Genichiro Sanada who was suddenly silent, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.He knew that he had a serious illness when he was in middle school.It is precisely because of tennis that he successfully defeated the illness and stood on the court again.It is everyone in the tennis club, especially in front of me, my childhood sweetheart who has been with me through the most difficult years.

"I......"

"boom!"

Just when Sanada Genichiro was about to speak again, a gunshot that absolutely shouldn't have appeared here suddenly sounded in this quiet alley.

What happened!Yukimura Seichi's eyesight is not bad, so he naturally saw a bullet hole in the wall beside him. The bullet was embedded in the wall, and it seemed that it was still smoking.

Genichiro Sanada immediately looked around vigilantly, clenched his palms for a moment, and even broke out in a little cold sweat.

bullet?Why are there guns here?What is the mafia fighting here?

But there is no one here!

He and Yukimura Seiichi stood back to back, both hands in a defensive posture.Genichiro Sanada didn't carry the long sword that he used to practice kendo, so they don't have weapons on them now, how can they escape from the opponent's hands with bare hands?

"Bang! Bang!"

Another two shots!

But this time the two were still not injured, and there was only the bullet hole at the beginning on the wall, and there were no two extra bullet holes as imagined.

On the ground not far away, a bullet fell in the direction of Yukimura Seichi, and it seemed that it was pierced by another bullet before falling.

Yukimura Seiichi broke out in a cold sweat, looking at Genichiro Sanada next to him with a look of uneasiness.

Neither of them dared to act rashly, and they ran away from the alley quickly until they heard nothing more after a while.

What the hell is going on here!Were they really inadvertently involved in some melee?

Genichiro Sanada's originally stern face was full of worries, and he could not refuse to pull Yukimura Seiichi towards his home.After all, his family is still owned by the police, and others dare not come to him easily. Yukimura Seiichi's family has no security measures.

After careful consideration, Yukimura Seiichi had no choice but to follow him home, and called home by the way.

However, at the entrance of a deserted alley, a teenager who was about their age and wearing a school uniform stood in front of several people lying on the ground.Obviously, except for the man lying in front of him, everyone else was dead beyond death.

"boom!"

He lightly pulled the trigger in his hand, and the man in front of him immediately had a bullet hole in his arm, and blood gushed out immediately.

Before the man could scream in pain, a shoe sole appeared on his head.The soles of the shoes stepped on his neck fiercely, pressing him firmly to the ground, not allowing him to struggle at all.

The cold muzzle hit his head straight.

"Well, it's fine to keep an eye on me. It's too much to dare to move people around me. I really don't know who gave you the courage."

Akira Kurosawa smiled lowly, with a voice that had just faded from youthfulness and matured, but it was chilling down the spine for others to hear.

"I guess, who are you from... 'Zoo'? No, it's been taken over by the organization. So... will it be another organization? Ah, I see... ..."

Akira Kurosawa leaned over, smiled and saw the eyes of the person he stepped on widen in horror.

Then, he reached out and twisted his chin, pulling hard.With a frightening "click", the man's jaw dislocated.

A capsule that contained instant poisonous effects rolled down from his mouth.

"Oh, I hate the habit of you killers. It's not good to hide anywhere, so I almost forget to pull my jaw first every time."

Kurosawa looked happily at the man lying on the ground trembling involuntarily, but aimed the gun at the man's mouth.

"Forget it, judging by your appearance, it doesn't look like you can pry out any useful information. That's good, it saves me the trouble of interrogation."

As he spoke, he fitted the gun with a muffler and fired neatly.

Even if he had already planned to kill that person, he would never allow him to die without referring to his own wishes.

A few pedestrians passed by the alley. They were tourists who came to Kanagawa, and they were walking on the street with luggage in their hands, talking and laughing.

"Hey! Classmate, do you know any hotels near Kanagawa Sea?"

A boy who looked like a tall and strong high school student called out to Akira Kurosawa who came out of the corner.

"Eh? You are...that high school student on the basketball court that day? How did your eye hurt?"

Vulcan Tai I was carrying a backpack, staring blankly at Akira Kurosawa in his school uniform.He smiled slightly at them, pointed in a direction and then turned and left.

"Wow! Huoshen-kun knows so many friends! Didn't you just come back from abroad? Now you can meet acquaintances when you come to Kanagawa Heshu?"

The teenagers standing around him surrounded him one after another, their eyes full of inquiry, and then hurriedly took out the map to study the direction of the hotel.

Only the only young man with a very weak sense of existence stood silently at the side, watching the back of Akira Kurosawa leaving.

Under the setting sun, the figure of the boy walking alone was stretched extremely long.

The light golden sunlight gradually faded on the street, and the night gradually became darker.

Hei Zizhe's usually indifferent expression also loosened a bit.

That person...

He can't be wrong.

Even when he first appeared from around the corner, the man also had a smile on his face.

It's just that the only exposed right eye, the look in the light brown pupil, is dead.

That is, there is no color, only the dark eyes are left.

There was a dead silence in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

Gin: 【Train hard】

Akira Kurosawa: [Blackening] My gin still hasn't come back to find me...

[Vermouth who kindly passed by]: Haven't you always been black?

Kurosawa: ...

Why don't the cuties talk?Ah Chen likes chatty readers, and I don't know if I write well... If you have any questions or suggestions, cuties, remember to ask them!Ah Chen absolutely accepts it humbly and will not change it! [? ? ?not]

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