Tokyo Psychic

Through the blurred light reflections on the glass, he seemed to really see a dark blue flame flickering in the dark gray pupils hidden by the plain glasses.

This doesn't seem to be an illusion...

Then, his gaze passed through the glass and fell on the indigo mountains in the distance. The wave of cherry blossoms in Tokyo had already begun to fade as spring advanced. The train sped along, and only a hint of pink could be seen occasionally among the rolling city buildings.

The tram has arrived.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked out of the car amid the two girls' warm farewells.

This is Shibuya Central Street.

He found a bookstore, asked for some printing paper and a pen, walked through the shelves filled with reference books, and began to conceive of his own club.

He has always been decisive in doing things.

After all, in order to carry out club activities normally, there must be a more convincing activity guideline.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the names of several departments he had written on the paper.

[Muscle Modification Department], [Financial Planning Department], [Rebellious Rock Club], [Amamiya Ren's Fan Club]... He is quite interested in all of these.

But I always feel like something is missing...

After thinking about it, he crossed out all the above words with a pen.

Then, as if it was a premonition, he unconsciously wrote the English word "PHANTOM".

PHANTOM

Kurusu Akatsuki pinched her nose and painfully crossed out the name of this frivolous and ostentatious club with a pen.

But this gave him a good idea.

The "Thief of the Mind" steals the "sins" in the hearts of evil people and helps them repent. Isn't this helping them solve various psychological problems?

So he rewrote under the blacked-out "Phantom Thieves of the Minds".

[Club name: Mental Health Education Department].

Help students establish correct and healthy values, and educate students about the dangers of mental illness...

It was as if the valve of inspiration suddenly opened.

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(This chapter is a little late.)

(I had influenza B and a high fever. I was in the emergency room and was on IV drip until I lost consciousness. I just woke up and hurriedly uploaded this to my phone.)

(It will not affect tomorrow night's update.)

020. My Damn Good Looks (Two in One)

The school bell rang in the deepening autumn air. Groups of high school students walked together on the narrow path outside the campus. A dozen pitch-black power lines passed straight overhead, like sewing threads passing through orange-red silk, cutting the smooth and light satin into thin pieces.

Surrounded by tall buildings, the school sometimes reminds me of the ancient well beside the vermilion torii gate at a shrine. Every inch of the stone bricks is a dark, water-soaked color, and moss grows in countless fine cracks. Then, the late spring sunset, carrying the blood-red petals of the cherry trees, slowly drifts down, falling onto the quiet water.

The petals fell, creating countless ripples.

Wearing a baseball cap, Kurusu Xiao lowered his head and walked into the school gate in a low-key manner.

He typed rapidly on the numeric keypad of his mobile phone screen, searching his name intensively on the campus forum.

Browsing through those posts filled with adolescent delusions gave him a headache.

When a person becomes famous, his past and his life will be put on the table and even put under a magnifying glass, allowing countless people to examine them with critical or inquiring eyes.

All actions will become disadvantageous...

However, perhaps you can try to use "club activities" as a cover to cover it up.

Kurusu Akatsuki opened the memo and rechecked the "club application" he had written, then started contacting Ito Sanshui using Line.

The teaching building was sparsely populated. Occasionally, one could see students on duty walking in the corridor with a mop or broom in their hands, looking depressed.

Portraits of historical figures were hung on the walls on both sides of the corridor. In the glow of the setting sun, there was a sense of dusk. It was quiet from beginning to end, with only sporadic footsteps echoing.

Passing by the first grade classroom, I suddenly saw a girl with skin as bright red as a rose standing under the blackboard. She tried to stand on tiptoe and stretch her arms, but she couldn't reach the eraser stuck on it.

In the dim light of the setting sun, her white socks with hollow lace were particularly eye-catching.

Then, one could see the pair of round-toed leather shoes wrapped around the fair little feet, and the calves stretched straight upwards, slightly curved like a crescent moon. The smooth knees had a slight pink hue, and the hem of the school uniform skirt covered the fair thighs from the knees upwards, and the skirt outlined the girl's overly slender waist.

But as she jumped impatiently, accompanied by the crisp sound of her leather shoes tapping on the ground, I could vaguely glimpse a little bit of the scene under her skirt.

Kurusu Akatsuki stood at the door for a few seconds, then continued walking towards the second grade classroom.

She is a pretty girl. She must have learned gymnastics. She has excellent flexibility and a perfect figure. She should be able to achieve good results in gymnastics in the future.

But rather than paying attention to a first-year girl he had never met, what he needed to do now was to submit the application for the establishment of a club before the administrative departments got off work.

"Um...senpai! Please wait a moment!"

The jumping sounds in the classroom had died down at some point, and anxious words were mixed with a hint of pain and frustration.

Just because you ask me to wait a moment, do I have to do what you say?

One of my favorite things in life is to say "NO" to those self-righteous people!

He just copied this line from "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Season 4" yesterday.

Of course, it's a bit out of place here.

Kurusu Akatsuki turned around and took two steps, then stood by the door, looking a little impatient. "What do you want?"

The "Mind Thief" would even try to rescue passing cats and dogs if they fell into the sewer.

To expect him to turn a blind eye to a classmate's plea for help...

Then the Velvet Room would never have chosen him.

The girl who was so lively just now now sat silently beside the podium, holding her ankle and nodding dejectedly, "I accidentally twisted my ankle."

"It's really not suitable to do some large movements while wearing leather shoes." Kurusu Akatsuki acted like a senior.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I was rash."

He walked into the classroom and looked at the blackboard eraser stuck in the groove at the top of the blackboard. The distance was higher than the basketball hoop. "Is this a prank?"

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at a bench next to the blackboard. There were two very faint shoe prints on the bench.

The girl supported herself on the podium and stood up on one foot, her expression growing increasingly frustrated and uneasy. "In the afternoon, we had a birthday party for our teacher in the classroom, and everyone helped tidy up the blackboard. Since there was no place for the eraser, they put it there. But after school, it seemed like everyone forgot about it... It was only when I was on duty that I remembered I hadn't taken the eraser down."

"How reckless of you, high school student."

Kurusu Akatsuki couldn't help but complain.

The girl could only apologize to him repeatedly.

It's really rare to see such a polite high school student nowadays. It wasn't her fault, but she got hurt...

Kurusu Akatsuki actually looked at her twice more this time. "After I help you get this blackboard eraser, I'll take you to the health room."

This sentence is very cleverly said.

It not only shows a willingness to help, but also takes into account the embarrassment and reluctance that the person being helped may feel.

After all, the residents of this country have a deep instinctive understanding of "not causing trouble for others."

This second-year senior is so mature...

The girl pursed her lips and bowed to Kurusu Akatsuki, "I'm Kasumi Yoshizawa from Class A, first grade! Sorry to bother you!"

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Yoshizawa Kasumi. Kurusu Akatsuki remembered this name.

"I'm just trying it. After all, it's so high, and I'm not sure I can get it down."

"It's okay, please feel free to use the table and chairs. I'll clean them up."

"That would be perfect."

As he spoke, Kurusu Akatsuki suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the wall in front of him, exerting a little force, and then suddenly pounced forward like a cheetah in an extremely agile posture, and then jumped up with the foot on the wall as a fulcrum, and then kicked the wall again in the air very quickly, using the extremely difficult parkour move "Unassisted Moon Step" very naturally.

A distance of more than three meters was completed in an instant.

He easily removed the eraser that was stuck on the top of the blackboard.

After completing the whole action, Kurusu Akatsuki was more surprised at her own performance than Yoshizawa Kasumi, who was watching in a daze.

He knew clearly how weak this body was compared to the battered one in his previous life, but when he subconsciously used the various skills of the "Mind Thief", it was surprisingly easy.

Then I thought of the personality mask that awakened with the "cognition" instilled by the "Phantom Thief of the Mind".

Is it because the ability of "Dioscuri" is taking effect?

All the skills that were acquired through hard training were fixed deep in the memory because of the ability of this personality mask.

When he desperately needed the skills of a Phantom Thief, the relevant memories would naturally flow out and merge directly into this body, even omitting the "reading" process. He then forced it to complete every required action according to the master's wishes, even if it meant making even more exaggerated hormonal adjustments to compensate for the difference in physical fitness...

In short, even wearing a high school uniform, Kurusu Akatsuki is still the battle-hardened "Mind Thief".

He can do what the "Mind Thief" could do once.

It's just that the muscles and ligaments might complain after completing those movements.

Kurusu Akatsuki felt like her thigh was about to cramp, and her ligaments were aching slightly.

Start exercising tomorrow.

The thief complained inwardly, casually placed the blackboard eraser on the podium, and glanced at the girl standing there in a daze. "Do you need me to help you get to the infirmary?"

Fang Zexia seemed to be in a daze. When she was suddenly questioned, she was flustered as if she had woken up from a dream. She quickly bowed to Kurusu Xiao and said, "Excuse me, senior..."

Kurusu Akatsuki politely lifted her arm and did not take advantage of the little girl.

After all, I have long passed the age when I was controlled by the excessive secretion of hormones during adolescence and was in endless restlessness... Although my body is indeed honestly restless now, don't underestimate the willpower of the "Mind Thief"!

The two walked quietly in the corridor.

This girl is really beautiful, and her figure is impeccable and perfect among the slim types.

Kurusu Akatsuki thought, if a young virgin with no experience in love were here, he would definitely lose his composure and make a lot of jokes, right?

However, in fact, in his eventful life in his previous life, there was only one woman who could truly be called a "partner".

That's Lady Lavenda of the Velvet Room...

Kurusu Akatsuki was reminiscing about the warm embrace of Ms. Lavenda, and temporarily ignored the expression of Yoshizawa Kasumi who was being supported by him.

The senior is obviously very handsome, so why doesn’t he like to dress up at all?

Yoshizawa Kasumi walked with a limp, and from time to time she secretly looked up at the face behind Kurusu Akatsuki's glasses.

In the past, she could only see such a handsome boy through the screen.

The senior is very mature and gentlemanly... Girls are always sensitive. She noticed that Kurusu Akatsuki did not take the opportunity to have more physical contact with her, and every move he made was very measured.

No matter how I think about it, my eyes always stick to Laiqi Xiao's profile.

I don’t know if it was because of the setting sun, or maybe it was because of the piercing pain that kept coming from my ankle.

The girl suddenly felt her cheeks getting hot. They were bright red, but in the light of the setting sun, it didn't seem any different.

Class 1-A's classroom is quite a distance away from the health room. If you don't run, you might not even have enough time to walk back and forth during the break.

The students in the class had all just arrived at Xiujin and were unfamiliar with the area. They all felt that the distance between the several stairs and hallways was a bit cumbersome...

Fang Zexia looked at the plastic doorplate of the infirmary in front of her and for the first time felt that "this road is so short."

"Just send it here. The teacher from the health center is inside," Kurusu Akatsuki pointed to the sign that read "Working" on the door.

He opened the door for Fang Zexia and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Um...excuse me, but I really want to know your name, senpai. Could you please tell me your last name? Just your surname is fine!"

Yoshizawa Kasumi suddenly bowed deeply behind Kurusu Akatsuki, her voice trembling a little unnaturally.

She bit her lip and felt the heat on her cheeks seemed to cover her ears, burning like a fire.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who had just taken a few steps, turned back in surprise. "I thought you already knew my name...Didn't you check the school forum today? That post has over 50,000 likes."

Fang Zexia hurriedly took out her cell phone and clicked on the school forum.