There was again a prolonged embarrassment on the field.

It's not funny. For those of you who are super academic, you may be the best genius in your different fields, but you can ...... in terms of interpersonal communication It's a bit bad.

The first person to break this embarrassment was the eternally hyperactive Seita Ishimaru (I really doubt that he takes stimulants every day), made a fist gesture to us and shouted, "Okay! Next, no matter what, we will continue to give it our all! As long as everyone works hard, they will definitely find an exit from this place! ”

Now is the time. A bold idea came to my head and made my decision.

I took a step, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of others, and walked to the door of the gymnasium.

Ishimaru Kiyotaxia shouted loudly from behind, "Onikawa-san! Don't just leave the group! ”

The Ten Gods opened their mouths as if they were about to say something. Seeing me be the first to leave, he regained his composure as if nothing had happened.

"I think it's far more meaningful for everyone to investigate independently than for a group of people to huddle together," I said, "and besides, who knows if someone is already planning to kill each other?" ”

I'm sure I'm right. A voice reminded me that there were already several students calculating "which person is better to kill".

In the next second, Owada's pattern soil jumped, appeared in front of me in an instant, and yelled at me: "Stop! Who allowed you to make your own decisions! ”

You can't beat me. I'd love to say that. But I know that no one will believe me until I make a move. And...... I don't want to fight with him.

So, when faced with Owada Wentu, who can smash the floor with one foot and throw a black and white bear full of bombs ten meters away, and has a violent and irritable personality, I can still keep my face unchanged.

It's not just a question of combat effectiveness. Because I always feel ...... I'm looking forward to being beaten up by him.

This...... It can't be, right? Could it be that I was ...... before I lost my memory? Is it a neuropathy?

So I just lifted the hat of the hooded black robe and waved at Owada Wentu with an indifferent look: "Don't get in the way, plankton." ”

"Huh? You repeat? Owada Wentu's eyes gradually became extremely hideous, like a lion about to tear apart the enemy, "If you want me to say, you kid is looking for death, right?" ”

It stands to reason that it would have been better to tell them that I had a headache, but I didn't. A voice kept reminding me that I couldn't trust any of them right now.

And...... The reason for the headache seems to be closely related to the next action.

Kiyo Ishimaru was shouting, "Owada-san! Onikawa-san! No violence! ”

Hurry up and provoke him! Let Owada Montochi punch me! There was a voice shouting in my heart.

"Hey...... I said......" A dark green figure ran over. Looking down, Miao Mu Makoto waved his hands at us anxiously and interrupted, "Now is not the time to quarrel......

"Do you also want to teach Lao Tzu a lesson?" Owada clattered every knuckle. He looked away again.

"That's you," I sneered, "so impulsive...... No matter what you do, you can't change the sea called 'destiny'. ”

"Shut up! You trash! Owada Wentu immediately panicked at the Miao next to him, and Miao Mu Cheng, who was shouting "Don't be like this" while retreating, lost interest, jumped three feet high, and yelled at me while jumping, "Eat me with a punch!" ”

I heard a couple of voices. I don't know who it is, but if I'm not mistaken, it should be......

And just like that, my consciousness dropped.

That's what it is...... Super university-level strength?

……

While in a coma, I had a rather long, non-existent nightmare.

Why is it a nightmare...... It's because when I woke up, I felt the cold sweat on my pillow and forehead; As for the length, that should be my personal psychological feeling......

No...... It's a psychological feeling, indeed. The clock on the wall points to the 8:03 position. It's good that I've been in a coma for a lot of time longer than I thought.

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a strange room with red walls and gray ceilings and countless white beams.

I was lying on a bed covered with plain white sheets. Directly across from my bed was a round clock, and directly below it was a square table.

To the left of the clock is a display table, below which is a circular table and an empty trash can. There is a lone cleaning roller sticker lying next to the trash can. To the left and right of the bed is a bedside table with a key on it.

I picked up the key on the bedside table and looked behind my back to see the iron plate of the window, and the surveillance probe in front of one of the windows.

It's just that the arrangement of the desk and chair is so disgusting that it's actually behind the bed. The owner of the room was scribbling at his desk, and realized that there was a bed behind him, and I am afraid that it would be easy to relax......

Don't worry about it for now. I picked up the black robe from my chair, got up from the bed, walked to the closet behind the display table, and pushed open the closet door.

Unpleasantly, the clothes inside are designed according to Ryusuke Onikawa, not my own style preferences. And Ryusuke Onigawa...... Seems to be particularly fond of dark clothes. Take a few random pieces and put them on your body, and then put on a robe with black tones, which can always give people the sense of a crow.

The position at the door of the room let in not only a glimmer of light, but also a familiar voice. So I immediately ran to the door and stole the sound.

"Maihara-san, I want to become a 'super high school musician' in the future. It stands to reason that a gorgeous musician like me should have a more appropriate relationship with national idols, right? ”

I heard that Kuwata Reen is a person who can easily attract the charm of girls...... But I didn't feel it.

Like what...... If it were me, and I talked with someone for a long time, and the other party didn't answer, I would never say "I have time to drink tea together".

But Kuwata didn't realize it. The wishful conversation faded away from the end of the hallway. I immediately closed the door and locked it, gasping loudly.

I can be sure...... The scene just now should be familiar to me......

Then I saw some broken memories. Standing in the gymnasium, facing the enemy whose figure had been blurred, I put my left hand on my left eye and shouted to him, "You don't deserve to steal my memories!" ”

After being knocked unconscious by Owada...... It seems that there are more and more things before the amnesia that come to mind......

This painful sensation ...... It's like suddenly unzipping a compressed file that greatly exceeds the total amount of computer memory after being released, and unzipping it all at once......

No way! Can't fall here! Holding on to my aching head, I stepped into the bathroom.

Memories of the past...... It's time to begin......