[Net King] Gently kill the crane

On, the scalp could not help but tingle.

Suddenly, Miyoshi Tsurumi had the illusion that Atobe had seen through her.Through this long-term tempered and excellent calm appearance, ruthlessly penetrate the rot that hides in the depths of the heart and emits an embarrassing smell.

Must be an illusion.

Miyoshi Tsurumi tried to turn his gaze away, like many times in the past, he pretended to be cowering in an understatement, and hid back in his safe little world.

Can't move.

Is it Atobe's gaze or his own inner demon that restrains all movements and makes his legs feel heavy like lead?I can't tell the difference and I don't have time to think about it.Miyoshi Tsurumi stood stiffly at the entrance of the classroom, staring straight at the boy.

Dark clouds drifted from nowhere to block the afternoon sunlight, and the originally bright classroom was gloomy for an instant, and the iron handle of the teaching whip and the metal edging of the desk that reflected the sunlight were all dimmed.

Only the light from those slightly squinted eyes did not diminish their spirit.

"Report to Atobe-sama!"

Subconsciously clamped the tail that did not exist, and when he woke up again, Miyoshi Tsurumi had already stood in a standard upright posture with a serious expression.

"Huh?" Atobe's brows were tightly condensed, and the originally vague meaning in his eyes quickly became clear and clear.

It's the impatient look, the crazy look, the look of the guy who wants trouble and disappears quickly.

It seems to have done something stupid again.

There was a silent wry smile in my heart, now that things are going on, instead of being so guilty that everything is destroyed at the slightest sign of trouble, it is better to obey the demon in my heart and give up my position to make a fool of myself.

"Miyoshi Tsurumi, the review representative of the Atobe Support Group, has applied to go to the toilet now, and ask for your approval."

It's the look in the eyes of the bastard who doesn't know what to say.

Ignoring the playful and mocking glances of the boys at the back of the classroom, and trying to ignore the surprised and disgusted gazes cast by the girls, Miyoshi Tsurumi put all the mess behind him by using the elegant and beautiful turning around that he had practiced for a long time , driving his feet to leave the classroom quickly, and went straight to the women's toilet shared by several grades.

It seems to violate a school rule.

Ice Emperor Academy School Rules No. 20 three, can not run in the corridor.

While speeding, Miyoshi Tsurumi laughed at himself and remembered the school rules booklet he had memorized.Miyoshi Tsurumi, who keeps a low profile, has always followed the rules, knows the school rules by heart and never goes beyond them.This is the first time...

Fortunately, Miyoshi Tsurumi did not run out of luck after all, and did not meet those school rules defenders and discipline committee members who often appeared and disappeared along the way.

The all-out sprint came to a sudden stop at the end of the corridor.

Take a deep breath to calm your beating heart.With the determination to see death as home, he pushed open the closed wooden door with all his strength.

Announce the exit loudly.

"See Miyoshi Tsurumi, the first review representative of the Atobe Support Group."

18 The battle of two men

Chapter Eighteen

"Snapped."

The crisp sound of water droplets hitting the tiles echoed in the empty room.

It was water dripping from an unscrewed bridle.

The dark and damp toilet was deserted and quiet, empty.

For a moment, Miyoshi Tsurumi thought he had come to the wrong place.The location of the incident may be in the staff bathroom downstairs?Or the exclusive toilet for the third grade upstairs?

Until she saw the abnormally large water stain on the white porcelain floor.

Reflecting the faint sunlight pouring down from the skylight, there are vague traces of blood mixed in it.

I'm late.

All the malice was fully released, and all the damage was done, just when she hesitated and flinched for her own benefit.

All the strength in her body was sucked away by the invisible needle in the void in an instant, exhausting her last bit of strength, she slammed on the creaking and swinging wooden door hard.

"hateful!"

The door of the compartment opened suddenly, and the face of a strange girl poked out from behind, "Three... Senior Mihao..."

That face was obviously frightened, "Isn't... this toilet... can't be used?"

Miyoshi Tsurumi who disturbed her to go to the toilet pulled the corners of her mouth, smiled awkwardly and apologetically, "Oh, no, you can do whatever you want."

Making a gesture of please, Tsurumi turned and exited the toilet.

"If you're looking for those girls from before..."

A thin and faint voice came from behind.The girl obviously hesitated.

"Being bullied... No, I mean the girl who made a mistake." As if she was still in fear, the strange girl who showed half of her face from the cubicle carefully weighed her words, "It seems that she fell on the ground and hurt herself. They sent her to the infirmary Well... maybe..."

Ai Chuan sent the victim of bullying to the infirmary?

That kind of thing is impossible.

Despite being so sure, Tsurumi went to the infirmary with an inexplicable hope.

"Hiss—it hurts."

"Be patient a little longer."

Behind the half-covered white curtain, the girl sitting on the edge of the bed was administering medicine to the person on the hospital bed. When she turned around following the sound, it was the girl from the support group who ran to Tsurumi for help.

"Lixia has become like this, are you satisfied?!" The girl stood up from the edge of the bed with a "swish", stared at Tsurumi bitterly, and the five knuckles holding the medicine bottle turned white due to the force.

It was the first time in his life that someone questioned him with such strong resentment, Tsurumi subconsciously took half a step back, "I..."

Surprised by his momentary timidity, Tsurumi's eyes dimmed, "I just came to see."

"If you refused to help back then, why are you pretending to be a good person now! Three, okay, on behalf of." After a word, the girl read out her name full of hatred.

Under the merciless questioning, Miyoshi Tsuru was ashamed.

She was speechless and unable to explain, her eyes wandered around the ward in panic, trying to find a safe landing point.

Half of her swollen face was revealed from behind the girl's indignant figure, and the girl lying on her back on the hospital bed was looking at this side indifferently.

The moment he noticed that look in his eyes, Tsurumi's heart trembled suddenly, and the bone-chilling chill quickly penetrated his whole body.

Stern eyes containing strong negative emotions of hostility, hatred, and hatred.

Tsurumi was sure that he would not admit his mistake, the hatred that seemed to devour everything was not directed at her or Mika Aikawa who was not there.

The target of the bullied girl's hatred is the girl from the support group standing in front of the bed with her arms outstretched as a protector.

The girl who is the protector is still complaining about her cruelty and Aikawa's cruelty, but Miyoshi Tsurumi can't think about anything, and just fights a cold war from the bone.

There is an impenetrable quagmire in front of him, is it too late to run away now?

"Did I do something wrong?" Leaning lazily on the bench in the atrium of the campus, Tsurumi tilted his head and looked at the girl beside him.

"Yeah, I made a big mistake, I made a mistake again and again, I made a mistake from the beginning to the end, and I didn't do a single thing right." Hualun innocently put on a livid face, as if she was angry with someone.

"Hey, hello, naive, don't be so heartless, my fragile little heart is like the glass of the activity room hit by a tennis ball, it shatters to the ground." Tsurumi stared sadly at Hanawa naively, "I'm obviously doing good deeds , why don't you praise me as much as you can."

This kind of coquettish behavior only got the girl to criticize more ruthlessly, "If you decide not to take care of it at the beginning, don't change your mind halfway. Apart from being unflattering, what have you gained? Peace of mind? Actually, not at all. "

"So that's how it is." Gulu sat up straight, Tsurumi beat his hands and Dache realized, "The people should be appeased, otherwise they will be wiped out."

"What's that?" Tian Zhen squinted his eyes.

""The Prince", Machiavelli's political theory is honest, and it is also the truth in life. It tells us that half-bad guys and half-hearted people can't get things done after all."

"Although I don't quite understand it, Mr. Machiavelli must be crying because of Tsurumi's misinterpretation."

He casually waved his hand to signal his friend not to worry so much, Tsurumi held his chin thoughtfully.

"But why did that hurt girl show that expression? Her friend is really protecting her."

"Because we are friends, so I can't forgive you." Tian Zhen casually played with the flower vines hanging above the flower gallery, "Tsuru saw you clearly, didn't he?"

Recognizing and opening his eyes subconsciously, Tsurumi looked down at the ants busy moving at his feet, it must be raining soon.

It's not that I can't imagine such a mood.

When you need a friend to lend a helping hand the most, when you most expect a friend to come forward, those who thought they were friends shrink back and only go to irrelevant people for help.

Compared with strangers who did not help, the so-called friends who reappeared to scold others after the calm was more hateful.

But is it wrong to think for yourself?The moral expectation of friends is actually just wishful thinking from one's own standpoint, isn't it?

Miyoshi Tsurumi, a pragmatist, can't feel at ease in judging what is right and what is wrong.

If you are facing a similar situation yourself, if that person is...

Tsurumi's heart moved, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to glance at Hanawa Tianzhen beside him, only to find that the other party was also staring at her face intently.

A shocking bang suddenly came from above the head.

……

"So?" The low voice was full of deep ridicule.In the background of thunderstorm and heavy rain, it is even more shocking.

"Did you solemnly apply to go to the toilet just to fill your brain with garbage?" In the discussion room, Atobu crossed his arms and made a deep sneer on his lips.Three days later, Miyoshi Tsurumi, who was teamed up with him, couldn't answer any questions about the content of the materials.

"What's in the toilet is not called garbage, it should be called excrement." I don't know why I suddenly entangled