Me and Zhong also are playing each other again

Zhong Yuanzhong really believed my explanation full of loopholes, and didn't ask a single word.

"...Don't you find it strange, Nakaya-kun?" I asked.

Chuya Nakahara looked at me suspiciously.

To be honest, since I went to college, I have given up such a weak thing as conscience.But when he looked at me, there was a pain in my chest, and I almost wanted to confess on the spot.

But it's impossible for me to do that. It's not okay to scare him away before we have a relationship.

I don't think I'm a good person, and I will never be honest at this moment.

Nazaki grabbed me secretly: "I think he really believed it?"

I nodded puzzled.

"Do you think he also has some special identity?" Nazaki thought thoughtfully, "Ordinary people will only find it unscientific when they see this kind of scene..."

Several of her long nails were still tightly embedded in the marble floor, and the thin winding cracks intersected with each other. Although the robbers who fell on the ground covered some of it, Zhong Yuanzhong could find something wrong with a little attention.

I looked at her with disapproval: "Nakaya-kun lives in Yokohama, which is a place where people with supernatural abilities gather, so it's not surprising that such things happen."

"That's true." Nazaki had obviously heard of Yokohama's famous name, and said clearly, "I heard that there are people with supernatural powers walking around there, just like little curse spirits like teeny heads."

The police came quickly, handcuffed the person who snatched the things, and expressed high praise for our brave actions.

Soon, a young lady who had her purse robbed came to hear the news, took back her wallet, and excitedly shook hands with us one by one: "Thank you very much, otherwise I don't know how to live this month, you guys He's a good guy."

Help, I'm suffocating.

My toes have already started to work automatically, and when the young woman turned to me, it took almost a lifetime of effort to maintain a kind smile.

She stared at me for a while, then suddenly approached, excitedly said: "Yes, is it you?"

I frowned.

"Your name is... Taozhi?" She pronounced my name uncertainly, "You studied in Bingsheng Middle School, right?"

Yes I am."

Don't, it's too embarrassing to have an old classmate recognize a relative at this time, can you simply pretend that you don't know me.

Nakahara Chuya asked me, "Are you a classmate?"

I felt guilty: "...Maybe?"

Not impressed at all!

About middle school, I remember only two people.One is my deskmate with a pothead and a passerby face, cowardly and introverted, but one day he got into a fight and blew up the whole school; We don't know each other.

And the woman in front of me obviously misinterpreted the embarrassment on my face into something else.

She said, "Sorry, it's really something you don't want to remember."

I was shocked: "What?"

Is there anything I can't recall from my middle school days?

She lowered her head, as if looking for self-criticism, and pinched the purse tightly with her fingers: "I was ignorant at that time, and the hurt I caused to you because of jealousy made me feel guilty and uneasy for many years, really I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

I finally couldn't help asking: "Are you talking about me? My name is Tsurumi Taozhi."

"...It's you. By the way, I'm Asakura Miyuko."

I think this person's memory is probably confused, so he said perfunctorily: "Ah, yes, yes."

As a result, I was shocked by her next sentence: "Tsurumi-kun, you lost weight when you were in the second year of middle school, and you became a graphic model when you were in the third year of middle school, right? Your stage name is MOMO... ..."

Nazaki: "Wow."

Knotweed: "Wow."

Fu Heihui: "?!"

Several pairs of curious eyes looked at me, including Nakahara Chuya.

I was breathless, and reluctantly admitted: "...Yes. It is indeed me."

After losing weight, I was often accosted by scouts when walking on the streets of Shibuya, and there were always guys who claimed to be a manager of a certain company in private messages on social software.

I chose a top-ranking company in the industry to be a part-time flat model, firstly because the company has a good reputation, and secondly, my family is the largest shareholder of the company.

Relatively speaking, I don't want to recall those days, but the appearance of this person dragged me back.

Asakura Miyuko lowered her head: "I'm sorry, the graffiti on your Chinese homework book was drawn by my friend, and I didn't stop it."

"Is there?" I thought for a while, and said frankly, "Uh, actually, you don't have to pay too much attention to it, I haven't opened the Chinese homework at all."

"The same guy put the dead mouse in your drawer."

I was silent: "..."

Nazaki wrinkled his nose: "It's disgusting, why don't you do it all in school?"

I'm used to seeing curse spirits, but I'm not frightened by dead rats at all.The reaction of Jarhead's tablemate was quite intense, but I was taken aback by him.

"Mr. Yingshan, you are too exaggerated." I joked, "It's just a little mouse, isn't it scary?"

Shigeo Kageyama at the same table shrank his shoulders and whispered, "You should report this to the teacher, it's too much..."

I suddenly realized: "It makes sense."

I think what he said is right, then he wrapped the little mouse in a ball of paper and secretly threw it into the briefcase of the wretched male teacher who loves to snag money, and left a note "Die pervert, this is your future fate", Shi Shi Then left the office.

It is said that he was so frightened that he foamed at the mouth and resigned voluntarily not long after.

"Also, me." Asakura Miyuko's eyes were stained with tears, probably out of shame, her cheeks were flushed, "I hid your gym suit, really, I'm sorry."

It's even more painless, because I'm too lazy to move - exorcism is really exhausting, and I hardly go to gym class.It is true that one day I had a whim and wanted to go to class with the class, but I checked the cabinet and found that the gym suit was gone, so I just gave up.

Me: "Please don't worry about it, because I don't..."

"Don't you think it's too late to apologize now?" Nakahara Chuya said coldly, "After the damage is done, what's the use of saying these high-sounding beautiful words?"

His cold face is actually quite threatening.Like a cat with a tense back, it will launch a long-planned ambush in the next second, and this is a crushing hunt.

Asakura Miyuko said tremblingly, "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Nakahara Chuya rolled his throat, easily restrained his emotions, and looked at me gently with his blue eyes.

He is waiting for me to make a decision.

"I actually want to know, why do you hate me?" I asked curiously, "Obviously we don't have any relationship."

In the whole school, I only remember the faces of two opposite sexes, the chairman of the Second Committee and Jarhead at the same table.Could it be that he likes my deskmate and wants to get rid of me?

No way, my deskmate is simply an ordinary passer-by with a low sense of existence!

"...Because, Kise Ryota." Asakura Miyuko slurped, "At that time, you and Kise Ryota had an affair, and we were both Ryota-kun's fans..."

My pupils trembled: "...!"

I subconsciously turned my head to see Chuya Nakahara's reaction, but found that he was also looking at me.

"Sorry." Asakura Miyuko realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing, her eyes widened, and she tried to argue, "Is this your boyfriend? I'm really sorry, it was a long time ago, almost It was nine years ago, please don't mind..."

Help, where did this ghost come from, you might as well not explain it!

I weakly tugged at Chuya Nakahara's sleeve: "Mr. Chuya, please listen to me..."