This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Boom! ! ! !

The vibration of Beichuan Temple's expression as he put down the podium made all the students in the classroom startled.

Since Mizuki-san thinks it's not good for me to go out now, then I will trouble Mizuki-san to hand in my homework.

Beichuan Temple put his hand on Mizuki Yui's shoulder:

I don't want to hear about homework being lost, or falling somewhere else, or missing handing in—please rest assured, I am a kind person, and I won't do anything to girls—

you are kind

After Shui Shuwei swallowed, he looked at the podium that Beichuan Temple had put back to its original position, and nodded desperately, not daring to say a word of disapproval.

The meaning of Beichuan Temple was understood by everyone present, but these people were just looking at their noses and noses, and none of them jumped out at this time to uphold justice.

As mentioned earlier, Beichuan Temple is not against the use of violence, because violence cannot solve the problem, but it can solve the person who caused the problem.

Moreover, Beichuan Temple has no reason to be wrong, and of course it will not accommodate anyone.

The look of Beichuan Temple was reflected in the eyes of the pale-faced girl who was reminded just now, which made her heart move slightly.

But soon, she lowered her head again, her eyes flickering and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Beichuan Temple didn't notice this, he returned to his seat, and when he was about to sit down again, a small head poked out from the door, it was Mirai Kamiya.

Temple Lord! Temple Lord! Temple Lord!

While waving at Beichuan Temple, she blinked, hoping that Beichuan Temple would notice her.

Another student was surprised.

Isn't this Mirai Kamiya from Class Three a year?

This is a big celebrity.

Not only is he good at both style and style, but his grades are also among the best; he also treats people calmly, generously, and politely.

It's just such a sweet-looking girl who treats people very politely - like a girl who came out of the second dimension, who doesn't like it?

Apart from the two shortcomings of the other party who are too fanatical about supernatural and strange talks, and their undisguised and frank words make people panic, there are basically few people in Shengu's superior conditions in the future.

It is said that several seniors in the second year of high school fought for her.

Really, Shen Gu from Class 3 actually knows Bei Chuan?

Impossible, isn't that guy's reputation all rotten?

Whispering came out, causing Shen Gu to curl his lips in disdain in the future, these high school students didn't even know what kind of fierce person they were sarcastic and sarcastic at the moment.

But this is not necessarily a bad thing for her. These people now dislike Beichuan Temple because they have not discovered the potential of the other party.

But she, Shen Gu, will know in the future! In this case, let her be a good friend of Beichuan Temple!

She rolled her eyes, and various thoughts appeared in her mind for a moment, but since it was almost time for the morning assembly, she could only call out to Beichuan Temple:

Sijun! I will come to see you at noon. I hope you can spare a little time to come and we can talk.

After leaving these words, Shengu Mirai quickly left class one and returned to his own class.

Wow——

Mirai Kamiya's last words undoubtedly made the atmosphere a little out of control.

Kamiya Mirai took the initiative to meet Beichuan Temple, a irritable and gloomy guy?

No one present thought that there would be such a big melon to eat after returning from the winter vacation.

Beichuan Temple didn't respond to the detonated atmosphere in the class, he turned around:

Asamiya-san, thank you just now.

When Beichuan Temple stood up earlier, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the other party's name written in the textbook——

Asamiya Hitomi.

Hitomi Asamiya did not expect Beichuan Temple to thank him again, a bright blush appeared on his paper-like face.

Her voice was already low, and after deliberately lowering it, she couldn't even hear it clearly:

That... I'm sorry... Kitagawa-san, can you please stop talking to me.

No disgust could be heard from the other party's tone, so Beichuan Temple thought, perhaps this Hitomi Asamiya was also in a situation of being bullied, and Beichuan Temple talking to her again might lead to more serious bullying.

This is indeed Beichuan Temple's lack of consideration. He showed an understanding expression, turned his head to look at the blackboard again, and moved his mouth:

Sorry to trouble you.

No, that's not the problem. Hitomi Asamiya blushed even more.

She knew that Beichuan Temple had misunderstood, so she said embarrassedly:

If you keep talking to a weirdo like me, you will be hated by everyone.

Her voice was so soft and thin that Beichuan Temple couldn't help but cast a strange sideways glance at Hitomi Asamiya.

He said amusedly, Asamiya-san, don't you think I'm very popular now?

If you want to be hated, he is the one who has been hated all the time.

No, it's not that problem...it's because of my own problems, I've always been unlucky—

Asamiya Hitomi's movements suddenly became louder, and she waved her hands vigorously.

All the classmates I have been in contact with are like that, lying in the hospital because of various accidents at every turn...

Hitomi Asamiya said something strange in her heart.

She remembered that she had clearly told this tablemate about these things before, why did he still hear it for the first time today?

Is there such a wicked thing?

...It's been like this since I was a child. I seldom have contact with my family at home. My luck has always been bad. Ahem—— Hitomi Asamiya coughed violently.

She seldom spoke at school, she said so much all at once, and coughed without recovering.

Water. A freshly unscrewed bottle of mineral water was handed over.

Thank you. Hitomi Asamiya subconsciously took the water, took a sip before reacting, and waved his hand in a voice:

Yes, I'm sorry, Beichuan classmate, I, I will give you the money, and you can buy another bottle...

It's just a bottle of water. Compared to that, I'm more interested in the topic of 'bad luck' that Asamiya said... Beichuan Temple pondered, looking in the direction where Hitomi Asamiya coughed just now.

There, there are strands of black silk threads entangled for a long time, lingering endlessly...

Different from resentment, the black thread was more like pure malice, surging up and down along with Hitomi Asamiya's breathing.

The cold message came——

Discover an alternative and weird 'curse', and unlock the task 'The Darkness Buried in the Heart'.

System prompt: Your friend at school is shrouded in a curse, and everyone close to her is swallowed up by bad luck. Misfortune befalls this poor little girl again and again. The fire of her life is faltering under the swallowing of the curse, and what you have to do is to unearth the unknown past buried in the darkness - either be dispelled by the darkness, or swallowed by the darkness.

Task completion condition: remove the curse.

Mission Completion Reward: Voodoo Doll (X3).

Actually triggered the task?

Beichuan Temple was a little surprised.

He just got in touch with Hitomi Asamiya for a while, how could he gain so much?

However, under Beichuan Temple's gaze, the black thread climbed onto his body like a living thing.

That icy cold feeling came into direct contact with him.

Has such a strong corrosiveness?

Beichuan Temple gathered the dead energy in his pupils.

Under the magnification of dead air, the details of the black line are also displayed.

The wriggling black thread was actually trying to blend into his body.

This may be the reason why Hitomi Asamiya said that if you stay in contact with her for too long, your luck will gradually deteriorate.

Beichuan Temple covered this black line with strands of dead energy invisible to the naked eye.

Under the writhing and struggling of the other party like a living thing, this black line was finally wiped out.

'Reminder: You absorb the curse (remnant), and your total dead energy has slightly increased. '

Um? !

There was a hint of surprise on Beichuan Temple's face.

There is such a good thing?

When he looked at Hitomi Asamiya again, extremely interested eyes flashed in his black pupils.

Hitomi Asamiya, who felt Beichuan Temple's burning gaze, shrank her neck subconsciously.