Chapter 25: The Founder's Sacrifice

"Wow, these kids are doing a good job!" It wasn't so much that he was holding the mountain and blowing away, but that he was pulling Weinai and let out a sigh of surprise while looking around.

"If you compare your age, you're just a few years older, and you're not qualified to say that others are children, right?" Maki grabbed Weinai, who was dragging the mountain blow forward, and finally stopped her after she was also led and stumbled forward two steps.

"That...... What's the matter?" With a look of innocence, Wei Nai turned his head to look at Maki who was holding her.

"Do you remember what we're here for?" asked Yamabuki, who sighed helplessly, but still had a smile on his face that didn't force him, pulled out his arm from Nai's arms, and then pinched her face.

We participate in the founder's festival of Mitsusaka High School. Wei Nai smiled smugly, and nodded as if he was satisfied with his answer.

"If that's all you remember, you might as well go back and see the store with Fujino and Wright. Maki said.

"Oh~, I don't want it, the two of them are in a world of two people who have finally gotten their hands on it, I don't want to be caught in it as a light bulb. Wei Nai shook her head with disgust, then lowered her head and thought about it carefully - it didn't take long for her to raise her head all of a sudden and say, "Ah, by the way, we came with the store manager to see Chiyo-chan." ”

"Good, it looks like you haven't completely forgotten about it. Maki nodded.

"Hey, hey, that's of course, how could I forget about Tomoyo-chan!" a cheerful smile spread across Weina's face, and then he grabbed the arms of Maki with a black line on his face and Yamabuki who was smiling and watching the two of them interact, and then turned around and ran towards the place where there were various stalls on campus, "Hurry up, hurry up, I just saw that there is a candy apple seller over there, and it looks good." ”

"Wait~ Wait!" But before she could run a few steps, she was pulled by Maki to stop again, "What are you in a hurry by yourself, our store manager hasn't come over yet, if you rush in like this, it won't be easy to meet with you!"

"Eh, the store manager's words, didn't you already go in by yourself just now?" After listening to Maki's words, a lot of question marks appeared on Weinai's head, and she looked at Maki with an innocent face and said this.

"Huh, when?" Maki looked back, and sure enough, Zhao Mian, who was supposed to be standing behind them, had already disappeared.

"Probably...... It was when you first held on to it. Miss Yamabuki smiled and said.

"......" Maki looked at Yamabuki and Weinai beside him speechlessly, and then shook his head, "Forget it, let's shop for ourselves first, if the store manager says, it shouldn't matter." ”

"Then let's go!" Wei Nai grabbed Maki's arm and tugged hard, and then walked quickly towards the school, "GO!GO!GO!"

The three ladies who were more mature and stable than the students around them quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Hmm, where have all the people gone?" It didn't take long, because Zhao Mian, who had been queuing for a while when he went to buy marshmallows, returned to the place where the ladies were standing just now, but he was stunned to find that three ladies had been lost here.

Zhao Mian frowned, then handed the marshmallow in his left hand to his right hand, holding it together with the two strings of marshmallows in his right hand, and his left hand touched his pocket, and when his fingers touched the phone, the vibrating touch was also fed back to his fingers. He pulled out his mobile phone - it was a touchscreen machine from the school city, which didn't change much in appearance, but in this era, it still attracted the eyes of some students and others - there was a text message, and the screen showed Yamabuki Yuzu representing the sender of the message.

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Description: Let's walk around on our own first, and we'll meet later.

Zhao Mian sighed, turned off the screen of the phone, and put the phone back in his pocket. "You're having a good time, didn't I buy this marshmallow for nothing? He looked helplessly at the four strings of marshmallows he was still holding in his right hand, and then looked at the situation around him slightly-the crowd of people, and there was no sense of disobedience in using this word to describe the current situation, "I heard that this founder festival can only be regarded as a miniature version of the school festival in the second half of the year.,If that's really the case.,It's really exciting.。 ”

On the whole, though, with four bunches of marshmallows in his hand, it was not easy to move through the crowd, and he had to find a way to deal with it—and so, in the eyes of a discipline officer who had been sent to this place to maintain order, something happened that he could not forget for a long time.

Naoto is a second-year student at Mitsusaka High School, and although his grades are not at the top of his grade, he has not yet fallen out of the ranks, and as a student who is largely excellent in character and academics, he also serves as a member of the school spirit committee, and this attitude and college life have also won him the praise of many teachers - although for some reason he also fell in praise among other girls of the same age. But none of this matters, for this time, for this time, for this time, all this is just a passing moment, 'look forward to everything!', Naoto, who has made this sentence his life motto, is currently just seriously carrying out his duties.

It's 2:25 p.m., and there are less than five minutes left before the shift change, but even if it's only five minutes, Naoto is still patrolling and observing the surrounding situation, ready to support the work around him, and at this moment, a guy who stands out in the crowd enters his line of sight. It was a man who was much taller than the crowd around him, his body was clearly well trained, and the mere movement of a bent arm reflected a clear shape in his coat, and some of the small scars that were exposed proved that the man might not be a good person, and the four strings of marshmallows he held in his hands also attracted Naoto's attention.

This may be a dangerous person, Naoto thought so, he looked around as if he was looking for a target to attack, and his eyes often stayed in some sparsely populated places, perhaps confirming his retreat route, but also maybe looking for his own path of action after he succeeded. Suddenly, the man turned his head and made eye contact with Naoto's eyes, and before he could see anything in the other's eyes, Naoto quickly withdrew his gaze so as not to startle the snake.

After a few seconds, Naoto, who felt that the other party should not be looking at him, once again cast his eyes to the position where the man was just now, but the man had already left the position just now, and Naoto hurriedly searched for it in the crowd, fortunately, the other party's figure also made it difficult for him to hide in the crowd, so soon, near the edge of the crowd, the man was following the direction of the crowd while heading towards the back of a first-year booth.

He's going to be out of my field of vision soon!, Naoto quickly realized that there was such a problem. If the other party enters the back of the stall, these connected stalls will become his natural cover, and many of the stalls are separated by gaps that are not too big but large enough for people to pass through, and there is no way to determine where the other party will leave from.

So, with a sense of justice, the Discipline Inspector stepped out of his own way, ignoring the feeling of the classmates who were likely to be rushing to take over his class. He made his way through the crowd quickly, perhaps thanks to his skinny physique, but the lack of exercise was one of the reasons. He thrust through the third- and second-year stalls, and the small gap was probably just enough for him to lean sideways in—but what came to his eyes was more than he could bear.

The man held three strings of marshmallows in his right hand, one of which was specially flavored with strawberries, and though he didn't know why, he only held one in his left hand. He walked briskly into the shadows behind the stall, then deflected his right hand slightly downward, and then, something creepy happened to Naoto's eyes.

The man's right hand disappeared into thin air, as if some kind of monster that could not be seen by ordinary people devoured his arm, and only half of the sleeve remained in Naoto's field of vision. Naoto, who only showed one eye at the edge of the slit to observe, swallowed with difficulty, and at a moment when all other voices seemed to be far away from him, the sound of swallowing even gave him the illusion that he would be exposed. The cold feeling crept up his scalp from his ankles, and Naoto felt that the shadows in the darkness seemed to be monsters devouring his soul, and the shadows swaying from side to side under the action of the sun and the breeze were some kind of unknown fear, he felt as if he was out of his body, as if there was another self crawling in this dark corner, and he watched it all happen.

Naoto shuddered and took off his glasses, just enough to lean on his side, but his hand seemed to be out of order, and he couldn't even hold the frame of his glasses, which was usually extremely simple, and his glasses collided on his shoulder, and then fell into the back of the stall. No! Can't fall out there! Naoto's mind went blank at this moment, as if he had heard the strange roar of the unspeakable monster, the monster that devoured the man's right hand was crawling in the shadows, and the tentacles extending from its body were reaching for his glasses.

Perhaps it can be attributed to the power that human beings burst out of fear, and at this moment, it seems that some kind of power bursts out of their own bodies, and that power may come from the heart, or it may simply come from the most primitive instincts of human beings. Naoto rushed out at a speed he had never reached before, grabbed his glasses from the ground, and rushed towards the gap on the other side. Perhaps it was just human curiosity, and at that last moment, Naoto glanced back in the direction of the man—he still held the string of marshmallows in his left hand, but in his right hand, there was no trace of the marshmallows, and even around him, there were no wooden sticks.

Maybe it was the feeling of escaping, or maybe it was some other emotion, the corners of Naoto's mouth rose irrepressibly, and then cracked into a distorted smile, he laughed and walked through the venue of the event, unscrupulously bumped into the two girls, and then disappeared at the school gate with laughter.

It seems that the boy just now saw part of it? Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows, and then shook his head indifferently. Whatever, if he's just alone, it's not a big deal. So, Zhao Mian took out his mobile phone again and dialed Zhidai's phone.