The goal is the Faculty of Medicine of Dongdae

What do normal high school students do on weekends, of course they do their homework, watch TV, go shopping, play games and read comics.And what does Morin Taro do on weekends?

In the basement, which was as bright as day, the young man in a white coat and rubber gloves stretched out his hand without changing his face, and the mouse's neck broke in response, and it died without even struggling.

He picked up a small scalpel, pressed the mouse's body with his left hand, held the knife with his right hand, and closed his eyes.

The scalpel cuts through the epidermis with ease, inserts between tiny blood vessel gaps, and moves between bones and arteries with ease.Just like a skilled chef, he can separate the subcutaneous tissue from the blood vessels without hurting the arteries just by feeling and memory. This is his weekly dissection exercise.After all, holding a scalpel is an extremely delicate job. Although he can only afford small white mice and rabbits now, he will definitely get some experimental monkeys after he is admitted to the medical department.

The boy with his eyes closed seemed to be directing a wonderful symphony with an almost intoxicated expression. The scalpel was dancing a delicate and elegant dance on the mouse like a ballet dancer on his feet.

But in the next second, Morin Taro suddenly felt something, and the scalpel was thrown out from his fingers, and he bent down to avoid possible attacks.

The person who came turned his head to avoid the rapidly approaching blade, and the tip of the blade was inserted into the wall and hung there straight.

"Kusuo? It's so rare, I thought you wouldn't want to come to my lab."

After seeing that the person who came was his neighbor with superpowers, Rin Taro relaxed a little, his sharp eyebrows gradually softened, and he returned from a ready-to-go alert posture to his usual gentleness.

[I've been used to meeting human skeletons every day, but I just don't like the smell of blood. 】

Saiki Kusuo put his hands in his pockets, facing the black-haired boy in a white coat and tied up with a rubber band in a levitating posture.

"Okay, so Kusuo, are you here to ask me to go shopping?" Mori Taro tilted his head slightly distressed, "Although it is rare for you, Kusuo, to take the initiative to ask me to go out, my work is not finished yet. Of course, it's not that I don't want to go out with Kusuo, it's just that the body of the mouse will change if the time is too long, which will affect the measured data."

【No. ] Saiki Kusuo ruthlessly interrupted the opponent's fantasy.

"Hey, isn't it." Lin Taro made a very disappointed expression, but Saiki Kusuo, who was familiar with him, knew that this was just a trick this guy used, but how could he treat this guy's disguise like those ordinary people It's impossible to be soft-hearted, just looking at the corpse of a small white mouse lying on the table with its neck cut off and its skin cut open to reveal pale yellow fat, has already eliminated the little trust left.

"Then why is Kusuo looking for me?" Rintaro turned his head, picked up a syringe filled with liquid medicine from the table, and accurately inserted it into the vein of one of the surviving mice in the cage. Push down the syringe and pull it out. This series of actions takes only five seconds.

【I have something... I need your help...】

From the sound of his heart, he could hear how reluctant Saiki Kusuo must be, but the young man who had always shown himself to be extremely enthusiastic about things related to Saiki Kusuo just raised his eyebrows at this moment, turned around, and felt completely Leaning against the table, he slowly took off his rubber gloves.

"It's really rare. Kusuo actually needs help from me, an ordinary medical student. Let me guess. Last night, my uncle and aunt said that I was going to attend a friend's wedding banquet today, and Kusuo would come to me instead of your brother. , that is, this is not a very serious matter that Kusuo cannot solve."

"Then, the answer is already obvious—bugs, right?"

[...Laugh if you want to. 】

"Hahahahahahaha!" The black-haired boy instantly lost his gentle and mature image just now, laughing as he pressed the operating table until his body trembled, "Although I knew it a long time ago, every time I think Kusuo, you are afraid of bugs." That's really interesting."

[It's not that I'm afraid of bugs, it's just that I can't hear the thoughts of bugs and don't know what this kind of thing is thinking. It's just disgusting. 】

Saiki Kusuo stared at the leaning boy seriously with a sullen face, trying to protect his face with sharp and cold eyes.

"Insects are low-level animals. Although they have a 'brain', they don't have high-level neural activities. They communicate more instinctively through sound waves and pheromones." Rintaro smiled and shook his head, "Why does Kusuo have to do it? Do you understand what they are thinking?"

[Do you want to help? 】

"Help, of course." Hayashi Taro finally laughed enough, he took off his white coat, "Then, is it okay for Kusuo to help me tidy up the operating table first?"

Whether it is more disgusting to use the ability to catch the dead and dissected mice, or to use the ability to catch the bugs, these two choices, Saiki Kusuo only thought for less than a second and came up with the answer.

He snapped his fingers, and immediately, whether it was the white coat hanging on the back of the chair, the small white mouse on the table, the scattered test tubes and glass instruments, they were all neatly put away, and the exhaust channel was opened to make the inside stuffy. The breath of blood was expelled, and the tabletop was cleaned up.

"Ah, no matter how many times I read it, I think Kusuo is really convenient." For medical students, the most troublesome task of cleaning laboratory instruments can be done with just one thought for Saiki Kusuo. "Is Kusuo interested in being my medical experiment assistant? I can pay coffee jelly every week as salary?"

Mori Taro, who offered the coffee jelly 'Fishing Dafa', was not surprised to see the momentary micro-expression change of the psychic with a paralyzed face, but it's a pity that Saiki Kusuo's obsession with becoming an ordinary person is still slightly better. He hesitated to reject the other party.

He reached out and grabbed the black-haired boy's collar, and in an instant, they changed places.

[The cockroach is in the kitchen. ] Standing on the sofa in the living room, Kusuo Saiki grabbed Rintaro's collar. Although his heartbeat still sounded calm, his arms were trembling slightly, 【Quickly resolve it. 】

"Ah... Kusuo." Rintaro sighed helplessly, "At least you can bring me here after I prepare the insecticide."

【Then I will take you back now. 】

"Forget it, it's too troublesome." Lin Taro waved his hand confidently, and the black-haired little loli appeared in front of him out of nowhere in the next second, holding a huge syringe and aggressively stabbing the boy's body, "Bastard Lin Taro! Lady, go get rid of the annoying bugs! Jasmine hates you!"

"Ahh Jasmine Sauce QAQ, please, I really don't want my scalpel to be stained with dirty bugs! I like you the most, I'll buy you two... no, five strawberry cakes, okay! "

The boy, who dodged Little Lolita's vicious needle with his agile posture, knelt on the sofa with his palms folded and smiled flatteringly.

Saiki Kusuo: ...I really want this guy's support team from school to come over and see how embarrassing he is.

"Hmph, I don't want it! Even ten strawberry cakes, Jasmine would never agree! Jasmine hates Lin Taro who doesn't understand girls' minds the most!"

The little black-haired loli slammed the needle at the young man angrily, and he disappeared just like when he came.

"Jasmine sauce? The cutest jasmine sauce in the world?" The black-haired boy who yelled a few times tentatively didn't have the usual graceful appearance, and grabbed Saiki Kusuo's sleeve pitifully. With a mournful face, "What should I do, Kusuo, Jasmine ignores me and refuses to come out QAQ."

[Even if the personality you set is a real girl, you deserve it, and the point of calling her out is to play a farce? 】

"But then, Kusuo, can you kill the cockroaches yourself?"

Lin Taro said sharply.

Saiki Kusuo: ...

[Scalpels, right? I'll give you ten, new ones. 】

I usually see this guy dissecting animals with a scalpel, but he doesn't care about it, but now he looks like a scalpel is my heart, life, and half of my body, if it wasn't because Saiki Kusuo could ask for help now There is only this guy, and he will never give this guy the slightest chance to raise conditions.

"There will be a festival next week, and Kusuo wants to go with me." Morintaro immediately revived from the ashen state after being abandoned by the little lolita to a smiling and hostile state.

I knew this guy would 'take advantage of the fire'.

Saiki Kusuo nodded reluctantly, and saw that the other party showed a smile as expected, and pulled him into the kitchen.

"Temporary use of dishwashing liquid can barely replace the insecticide, but Kusuo will have to move the things out of the kitchen first."

Saiki Kusuo nodded and snapped his fingers.

The cooking table rose into the sky, and the young man looked at the clean floor and frowned slightly: "I didn't see the den... Could it be that it's under the floor tiles?"

"Kusuo~"

[No, thinking that there are cockroaches below, I will not use my mind ability to touch those floor tiles! 】

"But in this case, there is no way to find a den. Cockroaches have a strong reproductive ability. Maybe a hundred of them will hatch in an hour."

[Don't tell horror stories! 】

After weighing, Saiki Kusuo, who still convinced himself of his mental cleanliness, squatted down reluctantly. Just when his fingers were about to touch the floor tiles, a black shadow flew across his field of vision.

The pupils behind the green lenses dilated suddenly.

Morintaro silently looked at the surrounding scenery, foreigners in thick padded jackets, domed Orthodox buildings, and shops with Russian writing on the side of the road.He turned his head to look at the expressionless pink-haired boy, his lips moved.

"This is...Russia..."

[Just seeing a cockroach flying past is just a conditioned reflex. 】

Saiki Kusuo maintained a calm posture.

[Wait, absolutely not, I'm already mentally prepared. 】

"I hope so, but..." The black-haired boy suddenly fell down, his lips turned an abnormal purple-blue color.

【Oops!Forget that this guy is super afraid of the cold! ] Saiki Kusuo immediately grabbed the other party's collar, teleported back to his bathroom, put the boy who was about to become an ice sculpture into the bathtub, and turned on the hot water switch of the nozzle.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The boy who was almost choked to death stared at the superpower accusingly with a pair of purplish red eyes, "Kusuo...do you want to kill me?"

[…] Saiki Kusuo was silent for a few seconds, although he wanted to admit that he was a little moved when he heard the other party say that, but when he thought that he was the culprit, he suddenly felt guilty, and turned his head silently, 【Sorry...】

"Well, if Kusuo goes to the festival with me in women's clothing next time~ I won't be angry~"

... Saiki Kusuo suddenly reached out and grabbed the opponent's collar and pressed him into the bathtub.

[You should die now, you hopeless pervert! 】