Chapter 9 Please, read the unfinished poem to me one last time. Happy New Year...
"Chuan..." Komatsu Aoi's gaze fell on the blackboard for a long time, and she murmured in a low voice.
Suzuki Kawa casually threw the chalk back onto the table. The chalk bounced twice, rolled along the edge of the table, and then fell to the ground.
The boy also turned his head and looked at Xiaosong Kuizi: "Where are you going?"
"……supermarket."
The supermarket is just downstairs from the teaching building. The corridor is still empty, and the papers on the bulletin board are blurry. Only the sunlight shines through, casting a long shadow.
Only the sound of Suzuki Kawa's shoes stepping on the floor could be heard.
The girl beside him didn't even breathe. She walked on the inside, avoiding the sunlight. The dark junction was exactly three centimeters away from the edge of her shoe.
The pair of clear black eyes were hidden by slightly messy hair.
To get from the classroom to the first floor, you need to pass through five classrooms. There are a total of twenty-six steps. If you run, it only takes three minutes to reach the first floor and then walk towards the supermarket.
If you walk slowly, then it is seven minutes. Seven minutes is four hundred and twenty seconds.
Suzuki Kawa looked up at the small supermarket. The things inside were similar to the supermarket in his junior high school.
He suddenly thought of something and reached out to touch his pocket, but found that the uniform on his body had no pockets, and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Kuizi looked up at him.
Suzuki Kawa: "I don't have any money with me."
The girl in school uniform stood there in a daze.
Those eyes trembled and looked at the frowning boy.
It's really embarrassing to go to the supermarket with a girl but find out that you don't have any money, Suzuki Kawa.
Suzuki Chuan touched his nose and said, "How about this, next time——"
"No need." Before he could finish, Komatsu Aoi seemed to know what he was going to say and interrupted him. Her pale face suddenly showed a bit of color and she said, "Don't make promises to me easily."
Those black eyes had a familiar clarity.
The two walked into the supermarket side by side.
Suzuki Kawa habitually glanced around the supermarket shelves, and then his eyes stopped at the cashier counter at the end of the shelves.
Although the shelves are high, this tuft of white hair that pops up suddenly seems out of place—Gojo-sensei! How come you're working as a cashier in a supermarket?!
What about Huihui and Hisahito?
After another glance around, Suzuki Kawa spotted two people looking at them furtively in the corner.
Noticing that Komatsu Aoi looked back, Suzuki Kawa quickly looked away and followed her.
They stopped in front of the freezer. Suzuki Kawa lowered his eyes and met the blurry reflection on the surface of the freezer. The boy's expression changed slightly - that blurry reflection was not his face.
Suzuki Kawa's hair color has changed!
The freezer door was opened, and a slender white hand grabbed a frosted package.
Suzuki Kawa put his hand on the opened cabinet door and suddenly said, "It seems there is no matcha flavor here."
Xiaosong Kuizi was stunned and whispered, "Yes."
She handed the cold, frosted package to Suzuki Kawa, who took it without hesitation. There was a brief physical contact, and after separation, the warmth of the boy's hot skin did not leave any trace.
The two went to the cashier to pay.
Looking at Gojo Satoru with the store manager's badge, Suzuki Kawa almost couldn't help laughing out loud. His ears turned red as he watched Gojo teacher clumsily take the ice cream and start counting the product codes.
I tried three times without success.
Suzuki Kawa took a breath and tried hard to hold back his laughter.
Fortunately, Yuji Itadori suddenly jumped out from the corner and took over the work of the novice store manager Gojo Satoru and successfully paid their bill.
Gojo Satoru looked at Yuji Itadori's skillful movements, thought for a second, happily took off the store manager's card, and slapped it hard on Yuji Itadori's arm.
The new store manager - Yuji Itadori.
Suzuki Kawa took the ice cream and walked out of the supermarket with Komatsu Aoi, but found that the weather outside suddenly became gloomy, the air was filled with moisture, and it seemed like it was going to rain.
Suddenly, there were many more students around, whispering in a moderately loud voice, saying that they were going to the auditorium to attend some kind of social gathering.
Komatsu Aoi's voice also rang out beside him: "Let's go, Imai-kun, don't you still have to go on stage today?"
Suzuki Kawa: ???
What's on stage? Him?
It was very fitting that a piece of draft paper suddenly fell out of his empty pocket.
Suzuki Kawa picked it up with a puzzled look on his face, and when he looked down, he saw a beautiful handwritten poem on it, signed by Imai Makoto.
There is a line of small words at the bottom: A poem read to Kuizi at the social gathering.
He is going to go up and recite this poem?
Still in a daze, the surrounding light dimmed even further. Suzuki Kawa smelled a strange, fishy odor, and was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes by Komatsu Aoi. Her voice trembled, "Imai-kun, they're here again."
What is coming and what is not coming?
Suzuki Kawa raised his head, his pupils trembling.
In the empty corridor on the first floor, the students who were discussing some fraternity not far away just now have now turned into mutants, some are lying on the ground, some are staggering, and many are hanging on the ceiling, staring at them hungrily.
What the hell? Didn't he just glance at his scratch paper? And isn't this a youth campus romance story? How did it suddenly switch to a horror novel?!
Is it too late to go back and look for Mr. Gojo now?
Suzuki Kawa's fingers turned white as he held the draft paper. He seemed unmoved, but in fact the child had been gone for a while.
No, this unfolds too quickly, doesn't it?
"These are evil spirits," Komatsu Aoi said in a trembling voice. "They've been dead for a long time, but they won't go away."
Suzuki Kawa: "Then what should we do?" Aren't you their leader, sister?
He didn't understand what was going on.
If it is a re-enactment of the scene, can Komatsu Aoi see ghosts?
What about Imai Makoto?
A clue seemed to appear in his mind, but Suzuki Kawa couldn't grasp it and always felt something was wrong.
Komatsu Aoi looked at the stiff Suzuki Kawa with a flicker in her eyes and asked, "Imai-kun, are you scared?"
Suzuki Kawa swallowed subconsciously, stuffed the draft paper back into his pocket, took a breath, and shook his body, blocking most of Komatsu Aoi's figure.
"Although these things are really disgusting," the boy's stiff voice sounded, "it doesn't matter. I'm very tough."
"We're going to the auditorium, right?"
Regardless of where the auditorium is, let’s leave this corridor first.
Suzuki Kawa threw the troublesome ice cream away like a hidden weapon. He raised his hand and through the gaps between his fingertips he could clearly see the enraged ghost running towards them.
Komatsu Aoi closed her fingertips, which were emitting blue flames, and the flames went out. She grabbed the corner of Suzuki Kawa's clothes and looked up at his movements.
The curse power was instantly concentrated in one place, and the curse seal on the heart flashed away.
"Technique - True 7 Brain 3" is activated.
The ghost that pounced on them was frozen in place, and time stood still.
"Next order, two Heart World plus packs for Mr. Suzuki."
The live broadcast room was still filled with comments rapidly, and the number of people was even greater than before. There was a pot of newly packaged Baji on the host's table.
[Teacher Suzuki!]
[A pack of God of War is coming!]
[The amount of real brain content is quite high. The previous teachers have all eaten it, but it seems that there is only one new character. Isn’t this too few handles?]
The host picked up the two packages and quickly tore open the seals with a letter opener.
He didn't rush to take it out, but changed the angle slightly, obviously to peek at it himself.
"Huh?!" He suddenly got excited and took out the baji without keeping anyone in suspense. It was made of frosted relief and featured a blond boy looking down with a blue flame burning on his fingertips. "Suzuki Kawa" was written in a frame on the side.
[Big Hide!!]
[It's a half-body hidden weapon. Someone just pulled out a regular half-body weapon, but it looks like a combat weapon.]
"Holy crap! Congratulations to Mr. Suzuki for revealing a hidden gem! Wow, you two even have the same last name," the host said, pulling out his second pack. "Isn't the second pack going to be a real one? - Holy crap!!"
The second bag contained the blond boy’s big head.
This time it was a full-face shot, with a second dark eye reflected in the boy's purple eyes. The light and shadow flickered, and the background was a surging blue flame, but it did not detract from the beauty of the image.
[Two packs and two big hidden cards! It's been an hour since the show started and only one big hidden card is released. Suzuki-sensei graduated with two packs.]
[Is the new character's name Suzuki Kawa? The official is keeping it a secret and refusing to reveal it.]
[The new series seems to be produced by the Zong World Animation Group, no wonder Zong got the product so quickly.]
[Okay, I’ll book a new one~]
Suzuki Kawa looked at the two shots that had hit his head. Wasn't his own technique "True 7 Brains 3"? If it hit him, wouldn't that mean he would have to keep using the technique?
The anchor took Suzuki Kawa's two packs of Baji and began to look at the next order: "Suzuki-sensei's... ten packs of Heart World plus a pack?"
"Teacher Suzuki, are you here to buy some goods?"
The host had a vague sense of foreboding.
Twenty minutes later, the table was covered with Baji bags. The host looked at the full row of unopened Baji bags and the "group photo" x99 in the barrage, while he savored the familiar feeling.
Sure enough, the familiar flavor of capturing the Emperor Shi.
Everyone who has tried it says it’s delicious!
After the card was opened, the system did not give him the settlement turntable skill. Time began to flow, and Suzuki Kawa raised his palm and burst out a dazzling blue flame, which instantly swept the entire corridor.
The screams of ghosts filled my ears.
Komatsu Aoi stuck her head out and stared blankly at the green flames that covered the entire corridor. The flames devoured the ghosts at an extremely fast speed. Almost in the blink of an eye, the corridor became empty again.
It's not her ability.
The corners of Suzuki Chuan's lips relaxed slightly, and he looked down at Komatsu Aoi: "Okay, let's go."
Wow, what a cool skill! Suzuki Chuan secretly made a "yeah" gesture, feeling very satisfied.
This is how Suzuki Kawa is treated.
The auditorium was not far away, just a few minutes' walk away. When Suzuki Kawa walked in, he found that the entire hall was full of people, and Komatsu Aoi was walking in front.
Suzuki Kawa attempted to force his way down, but Komatsu Aoi seemed to understand what he was going to do. She turned around and a faint voice rang out, "Imai-kun, it's your turn to go up on stage."
As soon as he finished speaking, all kinds of eyes in the seats fell on Suzuki Kawa.
The focus of everyone's attention.
There was a low piano music playing on the stage, which was intermittent and very scary.
The red carpet on the ground was so bright that it almost seemed to bleed, and it felt soft when you stepped on it.
Suzuki Kawa muttered to himself, but still walked up to the stage and took out a crumpled piece of draft paper.
The black font I saw before inexplicably turned red, as if it was written with a red pen, or blood, and the edges of the words were black.
Komatsu Aoi stood in the audience, looking up at him.
The lights around were turned off, leaving only a light on the stage. The boy was wearing a slim-fitting uniform, and in the eyes of others, he looked exactly like Imai Shin.
Only she, with her black eyes, reflected her overly dazzling golden hair.
Suzuki Kawa lowered his head and saw the title of the poem, which read two words: Bad Ending.
The boy frowned and quickly glanced at the content of the poem. It looked like a normal love poem.
In the corner, three people poked their heads out stealthily, one with white hair, one with pink hair, and one with a sea urchin head. The hall was not small, and they were looking at the people on the stage in the distance.
Gojo Satoru lifted his blindfold and took a closer look, then whispered, "Yes, this cursed power belongs to Ogawa."
In the audience, Aoi Komatsu looked at him. A low piano piece started playing, and it was time for him to begin.
Her black eyes flickered, and the person in her eyes changed several times, switching back and forth between the images of Imai Shin and Suzuki Kawa. She was also fighting with herself.
Eyelashes drooped, and for the first time, Komatsu Aoi was not in the stands.
The dead soul was lying underground, stretching out its hands to grab her ankles, but she crushed them harshly. In the darkness, ghosts were surging, and vicious curses were ringing in her ears without stopping for a moment.
But the stage knows nothing.
——Please, read the unfinished poem to me one last time.
——Please, read the unfinished poem for me one last time.
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