Contract with the Magician under the Moon

Kuroba said that he would come back to me later, and whispered in my ear when he was saying goodbye to me.

Before leaving, Qingzi also quietly took my hand and whispered to me in a mysterious voice, and she would come to talk to me after the game was over.While talking, she sneaked a sneak peek in Kuroba's direction, as if she was afraid of being found out that she wanted to find me.

These two people are in front of each other... and they don't know what to do.Before leaving, one person gave me a meaningful look, but it was exactly the same, and the tacit understanding between them was terrific.

Originally, I was planning to go to see that guy Kuroba's game, but it just happened to conflict with my game time. If the class guide didn't bring a group of temporary cheerleaders to call me, I wouldn't know about my game at all Time... well, I don't even know my entry.

Well... After all, I didn't intend to seriously participate in it from the beginning.

I thought I could fish in troubled waters and get away with it, so I applied for a name to pretend to be a head. As a result, my group of directors didn't know what kind of tricks they had, and they actually came to catch those who signed up one by one on the field.

Well, including me.

Until this moment, I didn't know that the item I randomly checked was throwing shot put.

Damn, how can a soft but cute girl like me x participate in such a rough guy's project.Even though I was full of reluctance, I was still driven by the class guide to put the duck on the shelf, and I stood blankly behind the white line for throwing the shot put all the way.

The gymnasium is very large, and the shot put field is only a small part of it.

Compared with running, which can make both players and spectators excited, shot put throwing seems very unpopular, except that there are a few contestants in the class who stand on the sidelines to cheer for their team members, yes Interested onlookers here are almost very few.

The first game was still in the group stage, but the lottery was so hard that I got the first one.

I don't know why, but I saw sympathy in the eyes of the referee teacher. Before the start, he even chatted with me quietly: "Is that your head teacher?"

I nodded.

He sighed: "This time the higher ups are doing big things... It's hard for you little girls to be forced to participate in the project..."

Hearing the word "forced", I instantly nodded frantically in agreement.

Seeing my expression, the referee looked at me with more sympathy.

I have never experienced special training for sports events, and this is the first time I stand on such a formal arena, so I am a little nervous.

I know that our school has many sports talents, and I heard that our school's basketball team is also very good. In terms of sports, our school is by no means bad.It's just that this time the joint sports festival of the three schools has indeed become a platform for the three schools to compete with each other invisibly.

"A classmate, are you ready?" the referee asked me.

I sneaked a glance at the head teacher standing outside the boundary looking at me with excitement, swallowed, and finally nodded to the referee.

The ghost knows that the event I randomly selected at that time would be shot put...

This is the end of the matter, no matter what, go all out!

In physical education class, I have learned a little shot put action points, and I vaguely remember some standard actions.

Anyway, what the class guide said is that the most important thing is to participate. I don’t know if he said it so gently on purpose to fool people into participating, because I clearly saw on the class guide’s face that "if you dare to lose the game, you will look good" kind?expression.

I took a deep breath and braced myself.

According to the movements taught by the physical education teacher in memory, after the referee's whistle blew, I tried my best to throw a shot put that I didn't think was too heavy.After the solid sphere drew a sharp parabola in the air, it flew farther and farther, and no one knew where it fell.

"I... out of bounds?"

The expression on the referee's face can be described as jaw-dropping. He looked at the direction where the shot put was thrown for a long time before he turned around and told me: "Maybe...should..."

"What?"

From a distance, I saw several referees who were in charge of measuring the final score waving their hands in this direction, but I didn't know what gestures they were making.

"That... do I need to vote again?"

"No, no, no, one classmate, your grades are valid."

"Oh……"

I always feel that the tone of the referee is weird, as if something terrible happened.But since the results are valid, I didn't pay much attention. After all, the most important thing is to participate. Anyway, I don't think I can qualify for this group stage.

After finishing my game quickly, I decided to go to Kuroba to see how he was doing.

The class guide excitedly ran towards the direction where the shot put fell. I seized the right time and ran quickly, because I might be forced to join by the class guide after the game was over. Everyone's face was full of reluctance. cheerleaders.

I remember the conversation between Kuroba and Aoko just now, it seems that there is a competition with Aoko, it should be a mixed race or something?

Thinking of this, I felt a kind of disappointment in my heart that I can't express exactly how I feel, as if... I really want to compete with him or something.

Bah, bah, bah, I didn't think about it!

After my own game, I did not enjoy the treatment of receiving class logistics. Probably because shot put is too unpopular, and it is not a sport that consumes a lot of energy, so I am alone.

Risa also has her own competition to participate in. The venue in the gymnasium is too large, and I couldn't find where she was for a while.

I looked around and finally walked towards the most crowded place.There should be some popular project about to start there, whether it is our school, Eguda where Kuroba and Aoko are, or Xinghua High School, which used to be a boys' high school, most of them are gathered there.Compared with the overly deserted shot put arena, it can be said to be full of people and extremely lively.

Starting from a corner where there are no people, I don’t know if it’s my illusion. I always feel that there are two eyes staring at me, but when I stopped and looked around, I couldn’t find anything unusual.

This inexplicable sense of unease followed me until I got close to the crowd, and then it disappeared suddenly.

Am I really being followed by someone?No, I shouldn't have said that, it should be those guys who I don't know who are staring at me again?

Because I remembered that a long time ago, both Kuroba and Kudo had clearly reminded me that I was being targeted by dangerous guys and so on.But the previous incident, on the surface, isn't it over?I really don't know anything about that organization at a deep level, and besides, no one wanted me to go deep, it was considered my protection in disguise.I'm not a fool, and I can't waste their good intentions, although it doesn't feel comfortable to be kept in the dark.

Taking advantage of my size, I squeezed in from the outermost circle of the crowd bit by bit. What was more embarrassing was that I couldn't squeeze into the front row because the boys from Xinghua were too fierce to block the front row. There is no gap to squeeze.

The last time I was squeezed into the crowd like this was at a temple fair.Once again, I experienced pushing and shoving among the crowd, and my feet were stepped on several times.The pain made me instinctively want to arch my body, but because the crowd was too crowded, I was forcibly embedded in the middle and couldn't move at all.

I tried to adjust my posture, but when I lowered my head, I found that the shoelaces were also unraveled.

All of a sudden, the restless crowd quieted down, and I thought I would just take this opportunity to bend down and tie my shoelaces.However, before I fully bent down, the referee blew the preparation whistle from the other side of the arena outside the crowd, followed by the sound of the starting gun.

Almost at the moment of the gunshot, the crowd erupted in cheers and cheers.The crowd boiled, and everyone was suddenly excited like adrenaline.

But at the very moment when I bowed my body, the same moment when the sound of the gun was remembered, I felt something brush my cheek.There was a scorching tingling sensation, and half of his face was numb from the pain.

I raised my hand to touch my face, the sticky and wet touch made my heart tighten.Withdrawing my hand, my palm was bloodshot.

is blood.

I wiped it a few more times on my face, and the bright red in my palms only showed signs of increasing.I quickly realized that something scratched my face just now.

Everyone's focus is on the event that has already begun, and no one pays attention to the fact that most of my face may be covered in blood by my own random smearing.

I pressed my face with my palm, but the warm and wet palm made me more afraid, and the unstoppable blood continued to seep from between my fingers, so I had no choice but to lower my head and hide the current situation.

I arched my body half-hanging, trying to squeeze out from the crowd, but accidentally found a small hole like a bullet hole on the ground.I couldn't squat down to check the small hole in the crowd, but I could vaguely see something embedded in the small hole.

Is that a bullet?

The referee's starting gun overshadowed the real gunshot.

Is someone going to kill me?

The moment this idea popped up in my mind, I was frightened into a cold sweat.My eyelids began to twitch wildly, and the bad premonition in my heart became more and more intense.

After finally getting out of the crowd, I hurriedly looked in the direction of the bullet just now, but the venue is so big, even in a general direction, I couldn't find where the muzzle of the gun was.

The tingling in my cheek was like an alarm bell, alerting me to my tensed nerves.The sense of loss of blood continuously overflowing from the wound made me flustered, and with only a general idea of ​​the direction, I blankly glanced at the area identified by my lock.

Of course, the result of doing so was not satisfactory at all. Not only did I not see anything, but I also relaxed the strength of my palms on my face because I was too absorbed in watching, and the blood flowing from my cheeks stained my collar.

It's over, it's over, it's going to be disfigured...

When I reflected this thought, my heart was filled with a sense of grievance.At a certain moment, I actually felt a little sour in my eye sockets.However, I am not a person who likes to cry, at least not now.What's more, what matters now is not the wound on my face at all, but who fired the shot?Are they targeting me?Is the force behind them related to that organization?

Before that, Kudo and Kuroba, I have grown too much after experiencing all kinds of chaotic and dangerous incidents together, and I can still maintain a calm mind and analyze the situation under such circumstances.

Is it because my heart is too big, or I have become used to this kind of daily life that is not the daily life of high school girls...

What was going on on the other side of the track was indeed a mixed-gender relay race, and I saw Misaki-san at the front.Xinghua's last stick was Ubing, the blond-haired Chimian's serious appearance was so handsome that everyone was angry.However, I'm not in the mood to look at handsome guys right now.

I was thinking, if it wasn't because I lowered my head to tie my shoelace just now, would the bullet have been shot at my head precisely?In such a crowded place, how low is the probability of not shooting me and not hitting other people?

If any one of these two possibilities happens, then this three-school joint sports festival will instantly become a different type of news, such as "The mysterious sniper at the college joint sports festival caused riots." The title of the class will definitely be on the headlines of the newspaper the next day.And the scene where the incident happened will definitely cause quite a commotion.

As for whether the matter will become serious, it may depend on whether the school has the intention to suppress the news.After all, the sports festival this time is really too big. If something happens, it will have a very bad impact on any school.

Well... that's not something I should worry about.Besides, didn't these things happen?

I tend to be in a daze when I'm thinking about a problem, and I don't notice that someone is approaching me from behind.If it wasn't for a coat covering my head, I would probably have forgotten that my face was still bleeding.

"If you stand here again, you will really be noticed." At the same time as the coat was dropped, the boy's nice voice rang in my ears with a bit of dignity.

With a coat on his head, only another pair of snow-white shoes appeared in a limited field of vision next to his feet.I knew it was Kuroba, but he stopped me before I could rip off his coat.

Hero Feather's strength fell on my shoulders, he hugged me through the jacket, and said to me softly: "Treat the wound first, and wait for other matters."

The author has something to say: It should be the last incident. I don’t know how many words there are. The general arrangement for the next step is to solve the incident and sprinkle sugar every day, and then end it.

But at present, there may be tens of thousands, so it's a bit early to say it's over.

Yes, it's time for the weekly crematorium huh huh!

感谢在2020032523:37:442020033120:27:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 piece of Whispering Wind;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：兰陵酒20瓶；sc19瓶；肆时风语10瓶；苏苏风铃酱5瓶；璎珞雨晴、伊墨1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!