"Hey, hey, hey... Poor sister, poor sister... Hey, hey, hey..."

Eri Kitagawa threw Nishikujo pitifully into the sky, and reached out to catch it, and when she picked it up, she let out a burst of smirks, so that Kitagawa Temple couldn't help but glance at her twice.

Eri Kitagawa has a big heart, and she is not afraid after learning that she has a good sister, and she also plays with Nishikujo pitifully.

So even if Kitagawa Temple wanted to say something, in the end, he didn't say a word.

Poor play, I'm very happy.,I threw myself on Eri Kitagawa.,Eri Kitagawa is also happy that she has an extra sister.。

That's good, too.

He took out his phone and opened his homepage for urban weirdos.

The photo of him going to Mikawa Elementary School has been uploaded, and there are some "bloggers are amazing" below, "Where are you going this time?" ''The blood on the door is a prop, right?'' Is human blood so bright? Comments like that.

Ignoring these comments, Kitagawa Temple flipped through the private mailbox at his usual pace.

After skipping all the private messages sent by malicious swearing, pure luck, and nothing, Beichuan Temple saw the content of the supernatural talk he wanted to see the most.

There are three private messages about the content of the supernatural story.

It is suspected that a shadow of 100 meters high has appeared in Tokyo. ’

Kitagawa Temple raised his eyebrows and skipped this one.

One Hundred Meter Shadow: What is the concept? What kind of wraith is that? Coming out and still not ruined? This is obviously the content of a scam, so that Kitagawa Temple does not want to pay attention to it at all.

'The legend of the Rip Girl. ’

"Isn't this a strange rumor that has been circulating for a long time?" Kitagawa Temple shook his head and ignored it.

In the past two months, he has often haunted the streets and alleys at night, but he has not met any rift girls, so from this point of view, the authenticity of this legend is also doubtful.

Three have now erased two, and Beichuan Temple looked at the bottom line of the phone.

'The resentment of the female students still lingers in the old school building! ’

This line of words looks quite powerful, attracting Beichuan Temple to continue looking.

Legend has it that one night in an old school building in Tokyo, a campus security guard heard the wailing of female students at night coming from the old campus. ’

At the same time, there are rattan-like... Or the snap, snap, snap of a heavy object falling to the ground. ’

The cold voice mingled with the wails of the schoolgirls... I heard that after that, the campus security guard became seriously ill and died. ’

'After that, whenever you hear the wailing of female students in the old school building, you will be haunted by resentful spirits, and you will not die well-'

The words disappeared with a dash, and Kitagawa Temple looked at the key words of 'old campus', 'rattan', and 'the wail of female students' in contemplation, and finally touched his chin.

"Hmm..."

"Ahh

"Hmm... Let's go upstairs and see how Kagura Bell is doing. ”

Beichuan Temple put down the phone, shook his head and didn't bother to say anything.

Instead of caring about this, let's go upstairs and check out Kagura Bell.

Asamiya Eiyo's soul trapped in Kagura Bell has been moving a little lately, and if she really has woken up, Kitagawa Temple wants to ask her about other things.

Kitagawa Temple entered his room and looked at the bookshelves that were slowly being stuffed, and his heart was also a little relieved.

Most of the documents brought out from the village of Kamko, Kinoshita Yuki's audio tape, Sucha High School's roster, and so on.

This is another kind of hobby.

He picked up the kagura bell that was lying horizontally, and looked at the colorful halo on it, and his eyes unconsciously flashed with death.

Sure enough, in the lifeless perspective, a tear mole hangs from the corner of her eye, and a girl in a white kimono appears.

Asamiya is eternal.

This girl, who helped him a lot in the village of God, doesn't seem to be waking up yet.

But—

Kitagawa Temple wordlessly held the handle of the Kagura bell.

From the stalk, there was a burst of intimacy, and the crisp sound of jingle bells sounded, as if Kagura Bell was vaguely happy.

"It seems that absorbing resentment can shorten the recovery time of Miss Asamiya."

At first, Kagura Suzu didn't have this kind of abnormal movement, and it wasn't until Kitagawa Temple went to solve the strange story of sewing up the resentful spirits and Mikawa Elementary School, and Kagura Suzu gradually seemed to have recovered something.

Kitagawa Temple put the Kagura bell back on the bracket, and for the time being, there was no hope for the communication of Asamiya for eternity.

It seems that the other party will sleep for a while.

Although Kitagawa Temple wants to help her wake up and make her the next tool person who can help her... Companions, but at the moment it seems that it can't be done.

After all, the most popular weird stories in Tokyo are either scams or have already been solved by Kitagawa Temple, which also puts Kitagawa Temple into a situation of unemployment.

"Let's live a peaceful life recently."

Kitagawa Temple secretly made up his mind.

......

The next day, Kitagawa Temple and Eri Kitagawa went to Keihoku High School.

Along the way, Eri Kitagawa asked a lot about Kitagawa Temple about high school matters.

It's probably about making friends and introducing yourself.

"So Brother Si! I'm leaving! Ignoring the stunned gazes of the surrounding students, Eri Kitagawa waved at Kitagawa Temple, and then disappeared across the cloister on the first floor.

Seeing that she was so motivated, Beichuan Temple was relieved.

As soon as he entered Jingbei, it was equivalent to entering his territory, and basically no one dared to bully Eri Kitagawa.

I also hope that Eri can have a good high school memory in Keihoku High School.

Kitagawa Temple stopped in place for a while and wanted to go upstairs.

But at the moment when he turned around, a voice from behind him caught up:

"Kita, Kitagawa classmates!"

"Asamiya-san."

This figure that rushed up in a hurry was not Hitomi Mamiya, who else could it be.

After half a spring break of conditioning, her originally pale face revealed a hint of ruddy.

And the bangs that have been covering her right eye are fixed on the other side by her with a cute cherry blossom hairpin, and a pair of big eyes with ethereal inspiration shine brightly, attracting the attention of many people around.

As Beichuan Temple said earlier, Asamiya Hitomi is not ugly, but she lacks self-confidence, and her face is too pale, giving people a sense of gloom.

Now that she is brushing her hair up and revealing her eyes, Asamiya Hitomi is undoubtedly much sunny, and her pink face makes people unable to take their eyes off.

"Kita, Kitagawa-san... I'm like this... Isn't it weird? ”

Feeling that Kitagawa Temple was looking at him, Hitomi Asamiya's tone was slurred, and gradually became an 'ostrich' again.

"Hmm..."Hitomi Asamiya wanted to cry a little, her voice stammered: "I—I'm sure... It's not pretty, a lot of people looked at me so strangely along the way... I shouldn't have asked my mother for 700,000 yuan to buy new clothes..."

It was also the first time that she was determined to change her image, so it was the first time she asked her mother for money.

And her mother, Ma Gong, was overjoyed when she saw her daughter asking for money to dress up, and gave her a bank card.

It is said that it is a bank card of 700,000 yen, but in fact, it is not, but Hitomi Asamiya only used 700,000.

“...？？？？” Kitagawa Temple was still looking at the new image of Asamiya Hitomi, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes moved.

Asked for 700,000 to buy clothes?

What do you usually wear? And don't you have to wear a uniform at school? Why do you buy such expensive clothes?

Seeing that Asamiya Hitomi was getting more and more embarrassed, Beichuan Temple put aside the distracting thoughts about 'money' in his heart and said, "It's not strange, it's quite suitable for you." ”

"Yes, yes? Hey, hey, hey..."Hearing that Beichuan Temple was not a compliment, Asamiya Hitomi still laughed stupidly.

But when she smiles, she is paired with those big eyes full of empty inspiration, not only does not make people feel silly, but also has an indescribable sense of innocence.

The rich woman's smile.

This thought flashed through Kitagawa Temple's heart.

The two walked and talked.

Kitagawa Temple tilted his head and said, "Asamiya-san, how are you doing?" ”

"Is it about inspiration?" Hitomi Asamiya scratched her hair and said in an uncertain tone: "I think there should be no problem, because I haven't seen much recently, and I feel that I rarely see those things in real life, just like Kitagawa-san." ”

Kitagawa Temple once told her that she didn't need to pay much attention to those things, as long as she didn't take the initiative to contact them.

At first, Asamiya Hitomi was skeptical, but as time passed, Asamiya Hitomi found that Kitagawa Temple was actually right.

As long as she doesn't take the initiative to make contact, she can't see those hateful spirits.

Kitagawa Temple said briefly: "That's good. ”

Seeing him like this, Ma Gong Hitomi's eyes shifted, and his tone bumped: "Bei, Beichuan, although we are not in the same class this semester, I still hope you can take care of it!" ”

She bowed vigorously to Beichuan Temple: "Hmm-whether it's a reward or something else, I hope Beichuan classmate won't dislike me for holding you back." ”

Remuneration?

Beichuan Temple did not show any expression on his face, and he replied flatly:

"Well, then Miss Asamiya, please take care of me."

Whew-

Hitomi Asamiya let out a sigh of relief.

The uneasiness of not being in the same class as Beichuan Temple was diluted by the other party's words.

She thanked her again and again and then left with a flushed face.

And just after Hitomi Asamiya left, Kitagawa Temple looked at the corner of the stairs, and his voice didn't change much: "Kamiya, come out." ”

The air was only quiet for a moment, and Miku Kamiya's slightly curious voice rang out: "Si-kun, how did you do it?" I think this time I've been eavesdropping perfectly. ”

She walked out of the corner, came to Beichuan Temple with a leather bag, and tilted her little head very confidently: "I'm curious!" ”

After speaking, Kamiya Mirai didn't wait for Kitagawa Temple to respond, and a quirky smile appeared on his pretty face: "This is the first time this year has started - the little girl will also ask the temple to take care of her in the future!" ”

Beichuan Temple glanced at Shen Gu Future, didn't answer, and walked forward: "Let's go, it should be almost time to draw a seat." ”

Mirai Kamiya blinked wide-eyed, inseparable, and obediently followed him.

Now the students of Keihoku High School are no longer surprised to see Miku Kamiya take the initiative to follow Kitagawa Temple, they all think that Miku Kamiya is such a cute girl who was coerced by Kitagawa Temple and had to follow him.

But as a party to Kamiya, the future scoffs at these thoughts of them!

Sijun's goodness, you don't understand it at all!

......

Drawing seats is something that every student who has just promoted to the second grade is looking forward to, after all, this is a new class, a new class, a new encounter-

But this is not the case with Mizuki.

She looked at Beichuan Temple, who was sitting next to her with a pale face, and swallowed hard.

Mizuki only felt that he was about to cry.

Why can't you get away from this big demon king even if you take a seat by yourself? What's going on?

As a harsh lesson by Beichuan Temple, she can't forget the other party's ruthless action of not treating herself as a girl until she dies.

Although she died by herself, Beichuan Temple was too heavy.

The seat drawn by Kitagawa Temple was in the fourth seat of the four columns, and the seat she drew was in the fourth seat of the three columns.

Kitagawa Temple wants to beat her up just a matter of reaching out.

Just when she was vaguely desperate in her heart, and was even ready to drop out of school, a smiling voice sounded beside her:

"I said, classmate, do you want to change seats with me?"

Ay?

Mizuki Yui's eyes widened, looking at the girl standing beside him holding a paper stick.

"God, Kamiya-san...?" Mizuki stammered.

In fact, she has always had a bad sense of Kamiya Miku, thinking that Kamiya Miku is simply pretending to be cute to attract the attention of boys.

At this moment, as soon as the other party spoke, she turned out to be-

Not! Law! Refuse! Break off!

She jumped up and quickly snatched the paper stick in Mirai Kamiya's hand, eager to hug each other and kiss each other.

Kamiya Mirai is really an angel.

"Thank you, thank you very much! Thank you so much! Kamiya-san! Thank you for saving me. Woo woo-" Mizuki Yui cried out in tears, her right hand tightly squeezing the paper stick that Kamiya Mirai gave her, and her expression was as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

"Uh...?" Kamiya Mirai couldn't help but touch his head, thinking that Mizuki Yui had a bit of a problem with his brain.

After sending Yui Mizuki to her seat, Mikumi Kamiya looked at the other party covering his head and crying on the desk, and his mouth twitched.

I thought that the matter of changing seats might fall through, but it turned out that Mizuki Yui was like a princess who escaped from the hands of the Demon King.

But that's none of her business.

She sat beside Beichuan Temple and gave him a look.

Beichuan Temple turned over with an expressionless face, and it was kind of a reply to her eyes.

The rest of the class looked at Kamiya Mirai with a look of great admiration, as if they were all admiring her behavior of feeding tigers with her body.

The front table and the back table of Kitagawa Temple were also set at the back, and they were two boys.

As soon as the two boys saw that they were sitting in front of and behind Beichuan Temple, they couldn't help but show a sad face.

The others looked at the two of them with a look of relief.

Originally, I thought my sophomore year of high school was pink, but now it seems that my high school is dead gray.

Sitting in front of the Great Demon King of Beichuan who tears the living, this is not...

The two looked at each other, speechless.

But no matter what, the sophomore life of high school has begun.

In this regard, Kitagawa Temple's mind gradually became lively.

"It's the morning meeting later, and maybe you can see Chiba Hotaru at the morning meeting." ’8)