Tokyo Psychic

"You're welcome." Ito Sanshui's amiable smile made the invigilator who was passing by to use the restroom stumble and almost fall.

"The next exam is Chinese. It starts in twenty minutes. I'm going back to the classroom now."

"Well, go ahead." Ito's smile became brighter.

Although every subsequent exam will not be easier than the math test just now.

But he sincerely believed and hoped that Lord Fengxian would be able to break out of the siege.

As long as every teaching and research group loses face, then he, as the proposer and founder of this "back-to-school test", will not be embarrassed.

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The entrance exam didn't end until Friday afternoon.

Mishima Yuki went through the stages of making bold statements before the exam, talking nonsense in the exam room, and remaining silent after the exam.

The last English exam is over.

Recalling the English test paper that involved a variety of word forms and difficult sentence structures, he slumped over the table in a daze as if he had a hangover, feeling a splitting headache.

It's all over.

The happy experiences of spring break and the memories of playing in the Internet cafe a few days ago became colorful pictures that flashed before his eyes one by one.

The revolving lantern is here.

Mishima couldn't imagine what kind of wonderful expressions his parents would have when they received his report card next week.

Fortunately, he has two good brothers who share the same hatred and hatred! They hang out at the Internet cafe together and lag behind in the class together!

You agree, right?

Ren Amamiya, Ryuji Sakamoto?

He turned around and found that Ryuji Sakamoto had taken off his school uniform jacket and was ready to go to the playground to squander his excess adolescent energy.

As for "Amamiya Ren"...

"Mishima, I'm a bit short of money lately, so I may not be able to go to the Internet cafe with you to play games." Kurusu Akatsuki pushed the plain glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"It's my treat!" Mishima Yuki slammed the table, making a deafening sound.

We are all brothers who are at the bottom of the class. How can we let him go home alone? It would be so sad!

017. Choose Suicide Between Consciousness and Self-Discipline (Two-in-One)

(Weekend update: 5/6/8)

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Kurusu Akatsuki had a dream.

I dreamed that I was sitting in a classroom at the University of Tokyo that was used as an examination room.

There was a senior student whose face could not be seen clearly pacing back and forth on the podium, then giving instructions to the test paper in front of him.

Remember this, he's not just any ordinary student. He's a student who cheated, a student who got into Kyoto University with his bare score in a previous life...

Then the bell for the exam rang, and countless complex and obscure questions burst out from the test paper, overwhelming Kurusu Akatsuki.

Faced with such a desperate situation, Kurusu Akatsuki could only call out the name hidden in his subconscious mind—

"Dioscuri."

Boom.

A thunderous sound echoed through the room.

Kurusu Akatsuki opened his eyes in shock.

He saw his Persona playing the black electric guitar by the window.

Countless electric currents flowed through its fingertips, combining into a deafening roar. Faintly, lightning-like patterns of light could be seen on the black surface of the guitar.

"Stop," Kurusu Akatsuki picked up the alarm clock that was ticking under the pillow and was about to throw it at him.

Dioscuri immediately raised his hands and stopped touching the guitar.

Kurusu Akatsuki's first reaction was, "My Persona is out of control?!"

But then he realized that this was the second awakening of his personality mask.

From "Nameless" to "Dioscuri", it represents that the vast cognition belonging to Kurusu Akatsuki is gradually correcting the power of the "heart" remaining in this body.

This is a bit like the setting in the "Bleach" manga, where all the Shinigami start out with the same Zanpakutō: a blank "shōuchi" (shōuchi). Once they begin to forge their souls into the "shōuchi" and complete the initial forging, they will receive a unique Zanpakutō with a name that belongs only to them.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at "Dioscuri" and immediately five attribute entries about it appeared in his mind: [Summoned in reality regardless of conditions, using musical instruments as a medium, and able to influence reality to a certain extent], [Cannot be seen by ordinary people], [Ability to save and read the user's memory], and [Excellent growth potential].

More than these.

He discovered that the "entry" in his mind could actually turn pages, which meant that it already had a considerable degree of combat capability.

Then, a strange data panel appeared, like a traditional Japanese RPG game:

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Dioscuri

——Son of Zeus, the king of gods, the patron saint of sailors, and the twin gods who soar in the universe.

Arcana: Faith

force 15

Magic 30

Stamina 25

Speed ​​50

Luck 15

Special Skills: [Performance Across Storms and Tsunamis], [St. Elmo's Fire]

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Kurusu Akatsuki turned off the alarm clock that was buzzing in her hand and started to change her clothes.

It was still early, so he had to go downstairs to clean the shop and roast, check and label the status of the coffee beans.

He was indeed surprised that the personality mask could awaken for the second time so quickly.

But it was only a "little surprise".

Compared to the awakening of his personality mask, he was more concerned about the report card that would be issued today.

Three days have passed since the "stressful" entrance examination ended, and Kurusu Akatsuki's daily life has become leisurely again.

I work part-time, play games, and read novels and comics every day. Time flies by unknowingly, and it is already the day for the exam results to be announced.

The phone number of "Toyokawa family" had been removed from the blacklist a long time ago, but the other party had not contacted Qi Xiao since late that night.

After changing her clothes, Kurusu Akatsuki walked down the stairs.

The birth of "Dioscuri" gave him more confidence to face the debts inherited from the original owner of this body... He used to be worried about causing irreparable harm to ordinary people, but now that he has the ability to ignore conditions and influence reality, the "Yakuza" in the underworld can no longer forcibly collect debts from him.

Kurusu Akatsuki was confident that he could subdue them all without causing any injuries.

If we want to forcibly collect the debt from him now, we must at least send three teams of explosion-proof armed police to surround the Internet cafe with live ammunition.

Judging from past experience, as long as there was suitable terrain, he could even subdue the armed police without getting hurt before they could call for support.

The price is that you may be so tired that you faint afterwards.

All of this was done with the premise of "consciously holding back to avoid causing injuries that could seriously impact the opponent's future." Even without Dioscuri, Kurusu Akatsuki was confident he could eliminate an entire neighborhood of gangs within an hour if he gave it his all. That would completely contradict the principles of the Velvet Room.

In short, the above approach is not advisable.

He also didn't think that a debt of 10 million yen would warrant such a large-scale deployment of the riot police...

One hundred billion yen is about right.

That's not right. According to the current nature of this country, if he really owes a debt of 100 billion, he will probably be worshipped as a ancestor.

Kurusu Akatsuki picked up a sponge mop, filled a plastic bucket with water, and began to clean the floor skillfully.

When Sakura Sojiro came into the store with fresh eggs and beef, he had just finished wiping the counter and was putting the rag in the sink to wash it.

"Mr. Sakura actually bought beef."

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the plastic bag in Sakura Sojiro's hand.

In Japan, the meat of these animals is very expensive.

"I'm going to try making beef curry tonight after listening to a customer's suggestion." Sakura Sojiro remembered that Kurusu Akatsuki said that he didn't eat beef.

"Can I come and try it tonight?"

"I remember you said you don't eat beef." Sakura Sojiro looked at Kurusu Akatsuki and smiled helplessly, "Okay, remember to come back early, otherwise the beef will be sold out."

"Oh, by the way, today is the day when the results of your opening exam will be announced, right?"

"Jingqin said she did terribly on the test. How about you?"

"Me? Maybe I'm doing okay. After all, I've been studying hard those days." Kurusu Akatsuki picked up the schoolbag on the sofa and moved towards the outside of the store.

In fact, there are no textbooks in it at all, only various comic books.

"Remember to bring your transcript back for me to sign in the evening."

Sakura Sojiro's instructions were blurred by the opening and closing of the shop door.

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At 8:12 in the morning, panel lights emitting cold white light lit up one by one in the lobby of the teaching building. The student union instructor was about to post the ranking list of the opening test scores on the bulletin board.

A group of students, either nervous, frustrated or desperate, waited outside the lobby for the rankings to be announced.

After all, the report card will always be sent back home. Sooner or later, you will die anyway. Instead of living in anxious waiting, you might as well give yourself a quick death.

The sun was rising through the buildings behind them.

Thousands of veils of light rose, painting the corridor between the courtyard and the lobby a brilliant rosy red and golden yellow. A tiny speck of light slowly rose. Within minutes, the sun, round and majestic, leaped out from the dark clouds, its rays a dazzling radiance that illuminated a thousand miles.

Soon, a man with a dignified appearance and a round figure, facing the sun, with a look of Bodhisattva, came in with a thick stack of printed paper. He looked at the students waiting outside the hall, and suddenly a look of sadness appeared on his face.

Hey.

His sigh seemed to reach everyone's heart.

Then the instructor took out thumbtacks and hung the ranking list on the bulletin board.

The crowd rushed forward, crowding the space around the notice board.

Yuki Mishima and Ryuji Sakamoto are also among them.

"Ryuji! Please!"

"Oh oh oh!" Ryuji Sakamoto, a sports student, relied on his excellent physical fitness to force his way through the crowd, allowing himself and Yuki Mishima to get to the front.

"Damn it!" Someone around them suddenly shouted in frustration, scaring the two people who were already feeling guilty.

"Why is this exam so difficult?!" The boy who was shouting saw his results, then knelt down against the wall in pain, his face full of despair and sadness.

"From math to English, I was completely crushed!"

There were immediately voices of agreement around.

Ryuji Sakamoto and Yuki Mishima looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me see, Mishima...Mishima..."

Yuki Mishima stared at the ranking list, searching for his position from the bottom to the top, and sure enough, he was at the bottom.

"Hey, 7 points in math, 22 points in Chinese, 35 points in English, 38 points in Geography and World History... Overall ranking is 212th, and there are 240 people in the whole grade. Isn't this completely terrible?!"

Ryuji Sakamoto, who was standing next to him, didn't dare to say a word.

Sakamoto Ryuji was staring at his grades with a look of suspicion and consideration, "0 points in math, and I didn't guess any of the multiple-choice questions correctly, which was also expected;

Chinese scored 17 points. After all, Haiku interpretation is a difficult question that is not written for humans, so I skipped it.

I got an 8 in English. I was lucky enough to get a few of the multiple-choice questions right. But I won't study foreign languages. Next...

What about the easiest civics class? 25 points. Well, after all, failure is a constant in life...keep up the good work! Sakamoto Ryuji.