Protect our prophets

After a short silence, Renzu coughed dryly to ease the atmosphere, saying that they came to Yukimura to discuss a friendly match.

To be precise, Atobe went to look for Yukimura, and Huadi was his loyal follower who went in and out with him and never separated.

"And I was just picked up along the way." He explained, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Songxue asked politely: "You don't need me to lead the way, do you?"

Ninja stepped aside quickly, gesturing to show that he was not counted.Atobe looked at him and said casually, "It's just the tennis club, and it's not hard to find."

Maybe he originally planned to do so, but now...

After imagining the scene of meeting his predecessor with swords drawn, Atobe gave up this idea very considerately.

"Let's go, Huadi." The Eldest Young Master snapped his fingers, and led the silent follower away gracefully.

Songxue and Renzu looked at their backs, and heard him ask with a smile: "Is it like a king giving orders?"

She felt this deeply, but after thinking about it, it was better not to talk about others behind their backs.After all, she is not as familiar with Shinobu and Atobe, so she can make jokes casually.

She changed the subject casually: "So, is there something else for Ninzu-kun to come to Kanagawa?"

"Well, it's a long-awaited new book release, and the fan association here in Kanagawa held an event... There are poster giveaways." Shinozu added the second half of the sentence solemnly.

Songxue immediately looked at him with admiration.

Can't tell, he's still a literary boy.

"There are fan activities? Such an exaggeration?"

"Yeah, the author is a famous literary girl, don't you know?" Renzu took out the new book from the bag generously, "Here, this is—"

The Werewolf Game.

Author: Qiu Ming Bai Ye.

When she saw the bright red characters on the title of the book, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and found it very familiar: "I saw Liu Sheng-kun reading this book these days..."

No, no, the signature is more familiar.

Isn't this what she found when she was cleaning the house, what...

Matsuyuki looked at Shinozu vaguely, wondering if he knew the author's other "writings".

It's amazing to say that this lady didn't even change her vest, but she used the same pseudonym to engage in fandom. This is not like Sakura girl's style at all.

Don't they feel very disturbed?

She coughed dryly and said, "Coincidentally, I also have a few at home."

"Unfortunately," Ren Zu said with a smile, "Mrs. Bai Ye's mystery novels are very popular."

No, that, maybe, the best sellers are not only mystery novels...

The two took advantage of the opportunity to chat about Mrs. Bai Ye's works, and before they knew it, they walked downstairs to the club activities.Liu Sheng had shown Songxue the way before, and she still had the impression.

"I don't know if I can go to your reasoning agency." Ren Zu stood downstairs and looked at the row of windows above, and said with great interest.

"This afternoon is an outing for the club, and there may not be anyone in the teaching building—according to what you said, they may have gone to the fan meeting ahead of time." Songxue took out her phone and glanced at it, remembering something.

"Hmm... Well, I have an appointment with my classmates to meet in the classroom, and it's almost time, so I might have to go first."

"It's okay, I'll just wander around by myself, and I won't get lost here." Renzu waved his hand in a good mood, "Then don't delay Songxue—is the tennis club going this way?"

Songxue pointed him in the direction, the two said goodbye in the atrium, and she turned and hurried upstairs.

……

The person who asked her out was of course Ayanokōji.

She has been busy with club activities for the past few days, and has been unable to find time. After thinking about it for a long time, she finally found an opportunity.

After the lunch break, the domineering young lady came over in front of the whole class and knocked on Songxue's table: "At 04:30 this afternoon, let's have a good chat here."

To say it was a discussion was an undeniable tone.

"it is good."

As soon as the snow fell, Ling Xiaolu walked away.The rest of the class looked at him with respect, even awe.

Someone at the back table muttered: "She is the eldest lady of the consortium, why do you insist on getting along with her... You were hit by a car, haven't you learned a lesson yet?"

When she heard this, she turned her head and smiled friendlyly at the back seat: "You mean, it was Ling Xiaolu who instructed others to bump into me?"

The girl was startled, her face turned pale, and she waved her hands again and again: "No, no! I didn't mean that... I, I just... Uh, I was talking nonsense!"

The others also scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared all of a sudden.

Song Xue shrugged.

These students, when watching the excitement, are all in high spirits. They are best at discussing gossip and adding insult to injury. Whenever they involve themselves, they are extremely vigilant, for fear that they will bear joint and several liabilities.

When I separated from Shinozu, the phone screen displayed 28:[-].Songxue originally calculated the time to go back to school, but she got so involved in chatting with Ren Zu that she almost forgot the time.

Their classroom is on the fourth floor, which is not in the same building as the club room, separated by a diagonal and connected by a corridor.

If it was only a few minutes late, Ayanokouji wouldn't be too angry, right?

Songxue hurried up to the second floor, subconsciously glanced at the phone again, it was 04:30.She quickly pressed the lock screen, and suddenly heard a slight movement.

It seemed to be footsteps, on the upper floor, but it was very vague, and she wasn't sure if she heard it wrong.

The whole building is quiet, the outdoor sports students are all near the gymnasium, and the indoor clubs choose to go out for routine activities on this day...

Songxue was distracted, didn't see her feet clearly, was tripped suddenly, and her vision flickered.

When she lost her balance, she wanted to adjust it back, but it was too late. Her knee hit the steps. She gasped in pain, stretched out her hand to press against the wall, and just raised her head, she was stunned.

Ten centimeters away, on the steps near her knees, she sharply saw two drops of blood splashed on the gray tiles, flowing crookedly from the outside of the edge of the steps, like two little tadpoles.

Adolescent girls are always extra sensitive to bloodstains.

Not so... right.

Songxue looked down at her leg, thinking in disbelief, it was just a bump, so why didn't it bleed?Unless it was scratched by something...

Or did she suddenly have her period?

But there was nothing, she checked it quickly, she didn't see any scars, and there was no blood under the skirt, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Songxue tried to stand up rubbing her knees, and the height of her vision finally reached the platform above the stairs.

She only caught a glimpse of a dark shadow there from the corner of her eye, looked over casually, and the first thing that caught her eyes was a messy wine-red ponytail, which had already broken free from the hair rope, fell to the ground and bloomed feebly.

It's Ayanokouji.

The mind went blank, Songxue took two steps unconsciously, almost tripped over the stairs again, so she had to stop, leaned against the wall to stabilize her figure, and took a deep breath.

At this moment, she could already see clearly that that face really belonged to Rie Ayanokouji.

Although her eyes were closed tightly and her face was pale, she always remembered her features firmly.Such as the slightly curly ponytail, the dyed hair color, and the shape of her carefully trimmed eyebrows.

Ayanokouji fell sideways on the ground, her legs were bent and pressed against the bottom of the ascending stairs, her head turned to the far side.A knife was stuck in her chest, and blood trickled from under her, forming a large dark area on the ground.

……

Song Xueguang didn't know how long it had passed.

She lost the ability to judge the flow of time, stood there blankly, her nerves twitched slightly, and her temples twitched.

The back of her head hit the wall lightly, and a sentence suddenly flashed in her mind: "Killer Tennis..."

She seemed to read it, but she didn't understand why, and she was even more confused.

Until a scream pierced the silent corridor, and then the sound of chaotic footsteps quickly gathered here.

When Songxue turned her head, she saw familiar sweaty faces.

The screaming girl tightly grasped Matsumoto Yuko's arm, trembling all over, as if her legs were so frightened by the pool of blood that her legs were weak, she squatted down slowly, kneeling on the steps.

Matsumoto Yuko's expression was covered in the shadow of the backlight, and Matsuyuki couldn't see clearly.

The other girl next to her tightly covered her mouth, and after a while she let go of her hand and gasped, "It's Ayanokouji..."

They came directly from the first floor, and the sound of their footsteps echoed throughout the stairway, while another group of people heard the sound and hurried over from the opposite corridor.

"Did you do it!" The sharp female voice raised her voice, "It must be you, you want to take revenge on her—"

"Airi." Matsumoto Yuko's tone became so severe for the first time.

Airi Kawahara opened his mouth, then hugged his head tremblingly.Matsumoto bent down, put his arm around his friend's shoulder, and patted him gently.

"Do you want to call the police?" Xiaocheng Miya asked anxiously.

"The police have been called, and the ambulance has also been called." Someone said.

The girls were thrilled.

Liu Sheng stood at the bottom of the steps, looking at them, holding the phone in his hand.

Yukimura walked past them, went up the steps, bent down and stretched out his hands to feel Ayanokouji's breath and pulse, then straightened up quickly, and looked at the crowd.

His face was clearly illuminated by the afternoon sun, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, making it difficult to distinguish his expression.

Before Song Xue came back to his senses, he heard Yukimura's soft but steady voice: "Xiaoguang, come here."

She didn't move, and Yukimura walked down the stairs, grabbed her by the wrist, and led her to the second-floor hallway.

His teammates were also there, Yagyu, Nioh, Marui... and others, she was not in the mood to distinguish each face carefully, only Marui Bunta's most undisguised panic expression deeply reflected in her eyes .

No one spoke, a dead silence.

In the sound of each other's breathing, Matsuyuki gradually felt that the symptoms of the headache were lessening, but the hand held by Yukimura felt faintly hot.

Then, she realized that the heat didn't come from herself, but because Yukimura grabbed her hand tightly and passed the heat from his palm over.

Matsuyuki raised his head and met Yukimura's gaze.

His eyes were very dark, almost condensed, so depressing that everyone couldn't breathe.

She thought, he probably didn't intend to act in front of everyone, but had something to convey to herself.

……what.

Songxue suddenly turned her head and looked up at the platform in the middle of the stairs.

Although she could no longer see Ayanokouji from this angle, she would never forget the scene just now.

The knife stuck in Rie Ayanokouji's chest...

Although the handle of the knife was almost red with blood, the original white color and the light blue pattern around it could still be recognized.

She raised her head in shock and looked at Yukimura.

That "prophecy" came true.