Tokyo Psychic

Kurusu Akatsuki raised his schoolbag, pushed through the crowd in front of Isen Renna, and squeezed into the carriage.

The morning rush hour, no matter how many times you experience it, always makes you feel an indescribable sense of depression.

Tokyo is a very wonderful city. It seems to be a place with many opportunities and where one can easily make a name for oneself. However, once you step into those seemingly spacious worlds of fame and fortune, those explicit and implicit rules will be tightened around you like shackles. When you are entangled in the shackles and can no longer walk, you will realize that the so-called "fame and fortune" have already been divided up by the bigwigs in the VIP seats.

The poor people trapped in chains have to spend their entire lives swayed by the words of those business owners, taking risks and even fighting to the death for a little bit of profit that slips through their fingers.

The tram, packed with urban white-collar workers, made a dense and loud sound as it moved along the track, as if countless chains were whipping the ground.

The car's TV was broadcasting the news of the "Kawasaki Arts Academy female student disappearance case."

If I have some free time this weekend or next, I'll try my luck at Kawasaki, Kurusu Akatsuki thought silently as his body swayed with the train.

......

My Little Sister Isn't That Cute: Amamiya-senpai! Your lunch box is ready for you! It comes with fried pork cutlet, squid tentacles tempura, grilled seaweed, and finally, a topping of mayonnaise and sakura sauce! (Picture)

At eight o'clock in the morning, Kurusu Akatsuki was flipping through a fashion magazine on the train seat, feeling bored. The phone in his pocket vibrated, and he received a message on Line with the ID "My sister is not that cute."

After he opened Line, he saw the above content.

Kurusu Akatsuki: Sorry, I was just catching a bus.

After just two seconds, the message showed "Read".

Line is terrible, especially the "read" feature.

Even in group chats, it will show how many people have read a message, leaving no room for lurkers to survive.

Kasumi Yoshizawa's "instant reply" frightened Kurusu Akatsuki.

[My little sister isn't that cute: Senpai! Sorry to bother you!]

The power of pearly tears cannot be disobeyed: The bento is beautifully prepared. Thank you very much for your kindness. Let's meet in the "Mental Health Education Department" club room during lunch break.

[My sister isn't that cute: Yeah! ]

Kurusu Akatsuki switched to the class chat group. It was quiet. He scrolled up and didn't see many people showing up until six in the morning.

The train was about to arrive at the station. He turned off his cell phone, grabbed Jing Qinrencai, who had unknowingly begun to doze off beside him, and began to sprint towards the world outside the car.

*

It was not too early, and outside the beautiful school gate, groups of high school students were walking along the iconic winding path.

"Hey, did you hear about that Ishihara-san from Class A, Grade 2 yesterday..."

"disappeared!"

"That's right! Her parents haven't seen her come home for a whole day and night. They can't get through on the phone, and they're not receiving text messages. They even asked the police to help check the surveillance footage, but in the end, they found nothing!"

"It's like... he just disappeared from the face of the earth!"

"very scary......"

Kurusu Akatsuki frowned as he listened to the students in front of him loudly discussing the disappearance that happened yesterday.

Why does this sound so similar to the "Kawasaki Arts Academy Female Student Disappearance Case"?

The Phantom Thief was wary of this and planned to investigate the relevant information.

He walked up to the teaching building with his schoolbag on his back and changed into indoor shoes at the entrance on the first floor.

When opening the shoe cabinet, Kurusu Akatsuki was particularly careful and took a step back.

Unexpectedly, I was still hit in the face by the crowded love letters.

He picked up a letter from the ground and found that it was sent from the school next door.

That post on the campus forum really went viral.

Kurusu Akatsuki always felt that after a while, an agent from an idol agency would contact her.

At this time, there were more students coming to school.

After changing her shoes, Jing Qinrencai quickly fled to the teaching building as if to avoid suspicion.

Sakamoto Ryuji, who had been too lazy to even carry his schoolbag, walked into the gate carrying an empty cloth bag and waved enthusiastically to Kurusu Akatsuki, "Amamiya, good morning!"

"morning."

Kurusu Akatsuki folded up the thick stack of love letters and asked, "Can I use the bag in your hand?"

Sakamoto Ryuji readily agreed, "No problem. This is what I'm going to use to hold the club's suggestions for this semester. Just return it to me before school is over."

Then he looked curiously at the stack of colorful letter papers in Kurusu Akatsuki's hand.

"What are you holding? A girl's love letter?"

"love letter."

"Are you going to get rid of them?"

Kurusu Akatsuki stuffed them all into a cloth bag under Sakamoto Ryuji's envious gaze, "I'm going to burn them all."

"It's too much to just burn it!" Ryuji Sakamoto had never experienced the feeling of being pursued by countless girls.

"High school students falling in love is like a moth to a flame. I just help them complete the process in one step."

"Tsk... Could you please pick one up and show it to me? I've never seen a love letter written by a girl."

"That won't do. Even if you have no intention of falling in love, you should at least respect other people's privacy."

"Damn it, can't you be understanding of my pathetic youth?!"

"Needing to secretly read a girl's love letter to someone else to comfort yourself, that's truly pathetic, Ryuji!"

The two went upstairs arguing.

The first class in the morning is Chinese.

It talks about the question types for haiku appreciation.

The most boring time.

Ryuji Sakamoto, who played games until two in the morning, couldn't make it through the fifth minute of class and simply fell asleep on the table.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who had overdrawn his mental strength last night, tried to hold on for ten minutes. However, he was also infected by the snoring behind him. The arm that was supporting his chin fell down with a bang, and his head hit the book, and he lost consciousness.

The entire Chinese class quickly ended with the snoring sounds from the students in the last and second to last rows by the window.

When the bell rang, Sakamoto Ryuji, who had been sleeping like a corpse, suddenly twitched all over. Then he straightened his back, opened his eyes, and checked his schedule. The second class of the morning was... physical education.

All the sleepiness is gone.

He kicked off his chair, stiffened his neck, and yelled into the classroom, "It's physical education class!" Immediately, a group of boys responded to his enthusiasm and rushed out of the classroom like monkeys.

Kurusu Akatsuki, who was woken up, covered his ears in pain and stood up staggeringly. "What the hell, why is there still a physical education class?"

He still felt sore from the aerobic training set he had done ten hours ago.

Do you want to skip class? I heard today's class is about volleyball.

Kurusu Akatsuki made a choice in his heart. Rather than sleeping in a corner like an old widower, he would rather watch high school girls jumping around in the gymnasium in their sports shorts with their long white legs exposed.

So he walked out of the classroom despite feeling sleepy.

On the way from the gate to the gymnasium, I saw Jing Qinrencai walking alone. The late spring sunshine shining on her shoulders made her look even more lonely and pitiful.

*

Jing Qinrencai was wearing in-ear Bluetooth headphones, listening to the latest popular rock songs and humming those beautiful melodies quietly.

His steps became lighter and lighter, as if he was stepping into a realm shrouded in clouds and mist.

At this time, the sunlight reflected from the distant teaching building and the white and light red flowers nearby are integrated into one, like a hazy cloud.

Her soft brown hair, tied in twin ponytails, exuded a rare childishness and innocence. Her school uniform-style blazer perfectly outlined her slender waist, and her pleated skirt swayed gently as she walked. The aisle, filled with soft light, gave the inexplicable feeling of I Serena stepping off a concert stage.

Although he has never performed on stage, his every move exudes the temperament of a famous singer.

Kurusu Akatsuki quickened his pace and stood beside Io Serina, but the girl seemed unaware and stared at the clear sky with empty eyes.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking sound in my right ear, and then the world of music collapsed in half.

She turned around angrily and found that it was Kurusu Akatsuki. She just stared at him dryly without saying a word.

It's a bit like a kitten with its fur standing on end and then turning around to find it's its owner.

Kurusu Akatsuki pinched the earphones and spun them around between his fingers twice. The highest level of pen spinning is being able to spin any strange and bizarre thing between his fingers. "You haven't made any friends yet, have you?"

Jing Qinrencai immediately turned her head to look at the flowers beside her, "None of your business."

When she turned her face to the side, her empty ear was exposed.

"Stop listening to music, class is about to start," said Kurusu Akatsuki, then lifted the hair by Ichi Serina's ear, put the earphones back into her ears, and then went to the gymnasium in front by himself.

Jing Qin Rencai stood there in a daze, watching Kurusu Akatsuki's back as he left, a blush quickly climbing up her cheeks to her ears.

She stomped her feet hard, then took off her headphones, covered her burning ears and chased after him.

*

The class bell rang.

Class 2-D, which had already lined up, ran two laps around the gymnasium. Then Mr. Kamoshida, who was in charge of teaching physical education, gave a simple demonstration of the moves such as blocking and serving, just to wake up everyone's memories of learning volleyball in junior high school, and then began to organize the competition in full swing.

It seems like there's a competition in every PE class...or just some small games involving physical training.

Regardless of time and space, physical education teachers seem to be keen on cram classroom content into some interesting and competitive activities, and pure exercise is only a very small number.

Soon, a large net separated the two mixed teams of men and women.

Mishima Yuki and Sakamoto Ryuji were both placed opposite Kurusu Akatsuki.

As if to avenge Kurusu Akatsuki for deceiving his brother and secretly getting the first place in the grade, Mishima Yuki took the volleyball from the girl next to him.

"Amamiya, look at me dunking!"

I saw this guy Yuki Mishima jumping up, straightening his chest, raising his head and abdomen, bending his arms at the elbows and raising them backward and upward, so that his whole body became an arched shape.

Kurusu Xiao was afraid that his subconscious counterattack would break his nose, so he naturally refused to receive the "slam dunk" and decisively dodged.

The girls near where the volleyball landed also fled.

The volleyball made a loud thud in the open space, then bounced violently and hit the wall outside the court.

"Can you be a little gentler?" Kurusu Akatsuki shouted to Mishima Yuki.

Mishima Yuki was on the other side of the net, acting like a senior. "Listen up, Amamiya. Volleyball means you have to jump no matter where you are, and you have to spike the ball no matter what it is!"

"Stop using those lines from Haikyuu!!"

Kurusu Akatsuki laughed angrily, ran to the wall, bent down and picked up the ball, which was considered as a response to Mishima Yuki's declaration of war.

He weighed the ball in his hand, then walked back to the court and hit it back with a standard serving posture.

Sakamoto Ryuji, who was joining in the fun, closely watched Kurusu Akatsuki's every move. The moment the volleyball left his hand, he suddenly jumped up and tried to catch it in a cool way.

Where's the ball?

An oval-shaped black shadow passed through the net in an instant and landed about one centimeter behind Mishima Yuki.

Yuki Mishima took two steps back without hesitation, wanting to hit the ball back.

"Tsk, that hurts."

The moment his hand touched the ball, he felt a sharp pain, and the volleyball he tried to hit back failed to cross the net, and bounced weakly for a while in his own half of the court.

Kurusu Akatsuki waved towards Mishima Yuki and said, "Just to be clear, I was a very strong volleyball player when I was a freshman in high school."

This is true.

In her previous life, Kurusu Akatsuki was a freshman at Gekkoukan Private High School and was famous for being an "all-round athlete".

But the next moment, the former "all-round athlete" suddenly showed an uncomfortable expression as if he was constipated.

The lactic acid accumulated in his thighs, shoulders, waist and abdominal muscles almost killed him.

"What's with that expression on your face? You can't give up!" Mishima Yuki shouted. "We've finally made it to this stage. How can this end so easily?"

The teams a little further away that had not yet taken their turns were attracted by Mishima Yuki's loud voice, and they all came closer to watch the game with great interest. The two of them became the focus of the field.

"Stop saying anime lines so loudly!"

It's really unbearable, is it Chuunibyou? No, considering the grade, it's more appropriate to say High School Secondary Disease.

The Phantom Thief of the Mind, who has the biggest "Chuunibyou" in the whole show but has no self-awareness, commented on Yuki Mishima who was sitting opposite him.