[Comprehensive Manga] Under the Feather Clothes God

In fact, sometimes, deliberate self-suggestion will only magnify the reality that you want to ignore infinitely in your mind.

Shiraishi Kuranosuke, who has been completing daily physical training with the youth group all morning, always involuntarily stays on the window glass closest to him in his intermittent leisure time.

The glass in the daytime is shining like a mirror under the warm sun in early winter, including the endless green hills in the distance, the endless blue sky, the emerald red background, the well-defined arena, and——

A rather unmaterialistic weak(?) soul body.

at this time.On the window sill at the corner of the first floor, Yu Yi was leaning his back against the wall, bathing in the sun in Ge You's paralyzed posture.

The slowly rising body temperature made the already lazy girl even more unmotivated, her drooping feet were shaking, and the hem of her skirt was rippling like water.

[This is life...]

With a pipe dangling from the corner of Yuyi's mouth, he happily puffed out clouds of smoke to create exhaust gas.

Indulgence~ Anyway, there is no sense of existence.

Ahead, Kuranosuke Shiraishi ran past her breathing steadily, and when everyone was sprinting for the last 1000 meters, his gaze suddenly shifted from head to toe.

Where there is competition, there is negativity.

In the corner where the light was not illuminated, one eyeball opened in the darkness, and it was turning with a strange rhythm.

"...Be quiet." Yuyi moved the pipe away, and spit out a light-colored mist with half-drawn eyelashes.

The eyeballs looked at the girl, and after shaking up and down for a moment, there was a sudden sharp and hasty sound.

Two piercing eyes suddenly emerged.

——So arrogant?

Yu Yi's gaze was slightly slanted, he turned his head expressionlessly, stretched out his hand and slapped three eyeballs on the window glass with a brutal slap.

A high-pitched sound wave came out from the palm and then stopped abruptly.

Shiraishi: "..."

This is definitely an ominous spirit! ! !

Then some time passed.

There was a sudden harsh noise from the radio room on the second floor.

Shiraishi, who could hardly hold onto the board of Marx's coffin, slowed down at this moment and completed the lap running task perfectly.

He turned to the right and left the team smoothly.

"Huhu——" There were a few men's blowing voices from the loudspeaker, "Okay, first of all, I would like to congratulate all the team members for completing the task on time. The arrangement for the battle in the afternoon has been announced downstairs, and now you have a two-hour lunch break , dismissed."

The crowd scattered.Baishi went to the bench and took his water glass, unscrewed it and took a few sips.

A hand clapped on his shoulder: "Will you go together?"

"No two?" Shiraishi turned his face sideways and nodded when he saw Tezuka waiting not far away with a tennis bag on his back.

"Go to eat first." Fuji withdrew his hand, "I don't worry about the list later."

Yukimura, who was also not in a hurry, packed his racket unhurriedly, and was about to call Hagoromo down to the restaurant, when he suddenly saw Atobe and Shinobu walking there from the corner of his eye.

Yuyi straightened his spine, restrained his arrogant sitting posture.

"When did you come?" Atobe, who originally wanted to snort to express his dissatisfaction, saw Yu Yi's cute expression...

I couldn't help but pressed the girl's head: "Isn't this uncle going to say hello if he doesn't come over in person?"

With 5.0 eyesight and absolute insight, Atobe of Yuyi has already hinted at the other party many times when running laps.

However, Yuyi, who didn't get the brainwaves at all, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and then raised his clenched fist as if suddenly realizing it, and posed him in a posture of "punching the duck."

Atobe: "..."

Shinobu laughed at Atobe many times in his heart, but his face was still expressionless.

He pushed the plain mirror on the bridge of his nose, and his deep voice was very unique: "You, Yuyi, are treating you differently. It stands to reason that we have a life-threatening friendship."

"Can't you come to find me first?" Atobe raised his chin and crossed his arms.

"I've thought about it." Yuyi raised his hands and swore, "...but the row of green plants on the windowsill of No. 201 dormitory is so conspicuous!"

Atobe seems to smell a conspiracy.

"Have you not finished talking yet?" Yukimura came over and said, "There is only so much food prepared by the chef every day, and there will be only leftovers when we go late."

Yuyi immediately tidied up her skirt and jumped off the window sill.

The restaurant of U-17 is big enough, but it still feels a little crowded when people come and go.

Fuji went early, so it was rare for him to occupy a round table with Tezuka and Shiraishi.

A few days ago, Shiraishi, who always sat when he was free, pulled out the chair and put the dinner plate on the table: "Is there anyone else today?"

"Yes." Fuji sat down and rested his chin on one hand, "In addition to Yukimura, I think there will be Atobe and Shinobu."

"...Trace Department?"

Shiraishi supported his forehead.

It always feels that some details become weird and subtle after one night.

Most haunted houses gather negative magnetic fields, which will gradually lead to weakness, bad luck, nightmares, and even visual hallucinations in the occupants. Perhaps only the keen fifth sense and meticulous observation can feel what is wrong.

Shiraishi, who felt that his spirit might be disturbed by the magnetic field, lowered his eyes halfway, with a pensive expression on his face.

"What's the matter?" Tezuka turned his face sideways, stared at Shiraishi who seemed to be distracted, and paused for a moment with the hand holding the chopsticks.

"I think." Shiraishi Kuranosuke replied, with his forehead slightly covering his face, "I may be hallucinating."

Tezuka: ...Sure enough.

Bu Er: Sure enough.

Yui: Of course.

Shiraishi:? ? ?

Why is there a relieved expression.

"Compared to the problems with the body, the hallucinations are not too serious." Yukimura finally arrived late and sat down, clasping his hands casually on his lap, "Does it affect training?"

"No problem." Shiraishi finally moved his chopsticks, and the soft and glutinous cheese risotto tasted just right, "Mmm~~Ecstasy!"

Atobe and Shinobu sat down one after another.

Six people formed a circle, and there was still one seat left.

"Shiraishi!" Behind him, Chitose Qianli, who had already turned his gaze around the restaurant several times, shouted, and walked over with Jujuping behind him, "There are two of us, is it convenient to squeeze?"

"Sorry." Buer spoke first, raised his head and waved his hand with a smile, "There is someone here."

"That's really a pity." Qiantose Qianli put his arm around Ju Juping's shoulders indifferently, "It seems that someone has left ahead, let's go over there and have a look."

After Chitose Qianli left, Yuyi carefully moved the chair to Atobe.

No one noticed this slight change.

Yuromo exhaled, sat down again, and took a small fork to poke the extremely rich black pepper sauce steak in front of him into his mouth: "Delicious しい——"

Covering his cheeks and staring at the stars for a moment, Yu Yi's gleaming face suddenly restrained: "Unfortunately, no red wine was added."

Shinobu glanced at Yuromo, who was obviously starting to become addicted to alcohol, coughed and lowered his voice: "It is said that the staff-only bar lounge has top-quality wine."

"...Don't be like this." Yuyi's stupid hair suddenly turned up, and he wanted to greet but refused, "I didn't hear anything when I was so upright."

Looking at his nose, nose, and heart, Yuromo buried his head and continued to cut the steak. At this moment, Kirihara, who hadn't found a seat, rushed over, shouting "Minister, Minister".

Yuromo put down the fork, slowly took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, then slid the plate to the left with force with his right hand——

At the same time, Kirihara's plate full of food was put down.

Standing up and grabbing his own lunch, Yuromo circled around 180° to the back of the chair the moment the bluffing boy sat down.

"It's great that there is still a vacant seat here, Minister." Kirihara rubbed his hands, "Today, I went around a lot outside again, but luckily I didn't come too late."

Yukimura: "..."

"Eh? Minister, what are you looking at?" Kirihara followed Yukimura Seiichi's gaze and glanced behind him suspiciously.

Because of the lack of presence, I can only take the initiative to avoid the crowd's feathers stepping, spinning, drifting, jumping left and right, Z-shaking... to say that I am OK

Tezuka, who was very worried that Yuromo would crash the car, could not help but focus all his attention on the girl.

The movements of the rest of them also gradually slowed down, and they focused their gazes on the same focal point in the void.

Shiraishi, who saw all this clearly: "..."

Guys, is there anything else I don't know?

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