The pencil swiped across the paper, and the sound of Sasha's rubbing was like a crawling worm, which tickled people's hearts.

The breeze blows, and the blue curtains that are tied up like jellyfish fluttering in the air.

This is Springfield No. 2 Middle School, the city's key high school, with an average deviation of 85 (similar to the expectation of the college entrance examination, the higher the higher the more likely you are to go to a good university).

But grades don't represent character.

In such an involution environment, pressure has contributed to the qualitative change of people's hearts.

Springfield No. 2 Middle School is privately known as the "Human Skin Ghost School" by the students.

Some things look like people on the surface, but in private...... Who knows?

"Motoji." A small voice interrupted Mizumi Motoji's thoughts.

The boy looked up, and it was a classmate sitting diagonally on his side, waving to him while the invigilator was not looking here.

It's the top student in the class, Takahiro Tuta.

It is also an ATM machine of Genji Mizumi.

Don't get me wrong, it's the kind that you only save and can't take.

"Hey Motoji," Takahiro Toshida beckoned to him, "I don't want to do the test paper anymore, give me your answer sheet!" ”

Genji Mizumi frowned slightly.

Takahiro Toshida is the first in the class.

He is the second.

I don't know why, Takahiro Tusuda can learn well without having to work hard.

In Springfield No. 2 Middle School, cheating is a very serious act.

"Hurry up!" Seeing that Mizumi Motoji was a little hesitant, Takahiro Tushengda's face was not good, and he said lightly, "Aren't we best friends?" ”

Minakami Motoji's body trembled, and he took out the answer card of the test paper and handed it over.

"What are you doing?"

A voice rang out from the lectern, and it was the invigilator who noticed the situation.

"Genji Mizu! Takahiro Toshida! Stand up for me! ”

The two of them had no choice but to stand up, and the other students just glanced at them and lowered their heads to write.

"You... Who copied whom? ”

Genji Mizumi's throat rolled a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

“… Don't say yes! ”

Seeing this, the corners of Takaohiro's mouth were imperceptibly hooked: "I'm sorry Yuan Sijun, but I think honesty is a very beautiful character." ”

Mizumi Motoji's face changed, and he understood: "...... It's my teacher, it's me who copied Tushengda's papers, I'm sorry. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp pain came from his cheek.

The middle-aged teacher withdrew his somewhat reddened hand and wiped it with a tissue: "Go out, your exam is invalid, go to the office and wait for me."

Then he smiled and looked at Takahiro Tusheng: "Honesty is indeed beautiful, Hyo Haojun must keep it...... Genji Mizumi! If it weren't for Xiao Haojun's morality, would you still put the blame on him! ”

"There are mothers who don't teach mothers!"

Genji Minakami was expressionless, and the shadow of his hair obscured his eyes.

A rusty smell spread from Genji Mizumi's mouth.

The tongue pushed, and one tooth loosened.

Fillings should cost a lot of money...

So thought to Motoji Mizumi.

…………

"Won't Xiao Haojun's conscience hurt? Beware of his parents coming to revenge, hahahaha."

After school, at the school gate, the classmates of the baseball club put their arms around the shoulders of Takahiro Tusuda and said this, but it was a smiling face.

Takahiro Tusheng Tian rubbed his thighs with his hands in his pockets: "Hahahaha, it's okay with that garbage, his mother has died a long time ago, and his father died in a car accident a few days ago!" ”

"Then there's no problem..."The senior student suddenly said: "Anyway, Xiao Haojun still hasn't gone [there], I've been a little short of money recently, you see ......." ”

Feeling the weight on his shoulders, Takahiro Tushengda rubbed his shoe uneasily.

At the school gate in the distance, a familiar figure walked out of it.

Takahiro Tushengda's eyes lit up: "There will be money soon." ”

With that, Takahiro Tsuchida walked towards Minakami Motoji and put his hand on his shoulder from behind.

Genji Mizumi was taken aback.

"Yuan Sijun, I've been experiencing a little bit of trouble lately, and I may need some money... I heard you work part-time at a convenience store, right? ”

"Sorry, I don't have any money..."

Takahiro Tushengda was stunned for a moment, and twisted the face of Minakami Motoji with his hand: "Really? Our friendship can't be tarnished by lies. ”

With that, he reached into the boy's schoolbag and touched it.

He remembers one time when he felt like he had touched a mezzanine.

Looking at Takahiro Toshida's movements, Genji Mizumi was stunned.

It was at this moment that a dozen dollars appeared in the hands of Takahiro Tushengda.

"Oh roar, a lot!"

Takahiro Tusheng pinched the money into a fan and smiled at the wind.

The next moment, a fist landed on his face.

Nosebleeds ran down Takahiro Toshida's face in surprise.

"Give me the money back!"

Takahiro Tu looked up, and it was a pair of bloodshot eyes, protruding like a hamster about to be crushed to death.

"You, hit me?"

Takahiro Tusuda muttered.

"I'll call the police!" Genji Minakami calmed down a little and said tremblingly.

Unexpectedly, Takahiro Tusheng broke out into a burst of wild laughter.

"Harada-kun, come here." Takahiro Tsukita pulled a member of a baseball club over and said, "This is Harada-kun, the son of the chief of the Metropolitan Police Department." ”

That Harada-kun smiled and put his hand on the pile of money: "Thank you, boy!" ”

Minakami Motoji's throat rolled, and saliva blocked his throat like superglue, unable to breathe.

Is it drowning?

The sun was obscured, and the raindrops fell like fists.

The scar that had just scabbed over in the mouth cracked open again.

The smell of rust filled his throat, regurgitated to his nose, flowed through his eyes, and overflowed from his pores.

Genji Minakami didn't feel the pain, he cared more about the money than the injury.

It was his father's burial expenses.

I don't know how long it took, the school bell rang, the wind blew through the friction of the leaves, the slate cracked after exposure, and the withdrawal notice sounded......

And the sound of footsteps in the distance.

Gone?

Should it be gone?

Can you get it back?

What about the father?

What am I going to do?

In other words, why do they need so much money, and what are they going to do?

What fascinates them so much?

What is it... Do I need to suffer this?

I really want to... Check it out!

"Hey!"

Takahiro Toshida, who was laughing while walking, heard the call of Genji Mizumi and stopped.

"I know I can't get my money back, but can you take me there?"

"Where you're going."

Takahiro Tusuda glanced at his classmates around him and laughed in unison.

"We just need a friend."

……………

"Emergency, there is a demonic reaction in Springfield City."

"Urgently mobilize the surrounding members of the Demon Branch."

"The message is sent."

"Commissioner confirmed."

"Commissioner's departure."

…………

Lin Ke looked at the transfer message on his phone and sighed.

I've been on this mission for almost a month now.

Is it finally coming to an end?