Tokyo Psychic

The phone vibrated again at this time.

It was still Yoshizawa Kasumi who sent the message on Line.

My little sister can't be this cute: Senior, sorry to bother you! I suddenly have something very important to ask for your opinion!

[The giant cosmic being is truly terrifying: It's okay to say it.]

My sister can't be this cute: My sister is also a gymnastics student, but she has to try out for the school team this afternoon. The gym is too far away, so it's inconvenient to get there. So, I'd like to borrow a little more space in your club room during lunch break.

[Big Aliens Are Really Scary: I've heard of the famous "Twin Roses of Class 1-A."]

My little sister can't be this cute: This nickname is embarrassing!

[Big Universe Man is really scary: I agree, you guys can come over at noon.]

[My sister can't possibly be this cute: Then, I will remember your kindness on my sister's behalf!]

【（The other party is offline）】

Kurusu Akatsuki switched to her band's Line chat group, watching with utter boredom as the girls discussed various gossip topics. It was nothing more than the latest entertainment news: a variety show star's scandalous infidelity, a teenage idol's exposed secret relationship... The entertainment industry was a recurring theme, and no matter how many times a "hot" entry was tagged, its authenticity was always questionable.

It is really hard to tell what is true and what is false, so it is better not to put any expectations or emotions into it and just be a bystander watching the fun.

Out of professional habit, he still tried to search for the corresponding "scandal" on the Internet, trying to find suspicious things beyond the daily routine.

By the time Lai Qixiao put down his phone, the bell for the end of get out of class had already rung twice.

There was a knock on the door of the club room.

"Come in," he said.

Then the door was opened, and two beautiful girls with almost identical looks and bright red hair tied into single ponytails walked into the classroom carrying yoga mats.

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(My conjunctivitis is finally almost healed. I'm back to writing 10,000 words today!)

(There should be 4 to 6 chapters updated at pm. Anyway, please give me a monthly pass! Please give me a blade! Please give me anything!)

061. "A Day of Using Privileges" ( words)

(5k/1 words.)

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Fried beef ribs topped with honey mustard sauce, melted cheese and chopped bacon mixed between rice mixed with corn kernels, small pieces of starch sausage embedded in the middle of the bento, carefully arranged into the shape of a heart - just looking at it, you can almost feel the explosive heat in it. If you add a bottle of beer and a cigarette, you can pretend to be an adult.

According to Kurusu Akira's life experience, a lunch like this that is high in sugar, salt, and oil is usually something that blue-collar workers who do physical work only occasionally consume.

A normal person would feel greasy after just a few bites. If this is used as a daily meal standard, they may face serious obesity problems such as high blood sugar and high blood lipids.

Kurusu Akatsuki couldn't help but feel amazed when he saw the two twin sisters with impeccable slim figures sitting opposite him feasting on such a calorie-rich nuclear bomb.

"Do you usually eat like this?"

"Hmm." Yoshizawa Kasumi responded vaguely.

To say they were feasting on the food was a bit of a misnomer. They ate very elegantly, but also very carefully, minding their movements to prevent any rice from falling out of the lunch box.

Each movement, when slowed down, is as graceful as a young lady in seclusion, but when connected together, it results in an extremely fast eating speed. Not only does she eat quickly, but her proper posture and serious expression also make her seem extremely secretive. Often, if you blink, you will be horrified to find that part of the contents of the lunch box has disappeared.

Even with the eyesight of a psychic thief, it takes full concentration to discern the process of the food disappearing.

Otherwise they will disappear from sight at some inadvertent moment.

If you look up at Yoshizawa Kasumi and Yoshizawa Sumire, you will find that they are still chewing rice or side dishes in small bites.

Kurusu Akatsuki has thought more than once whether the sisters have awakened special abilities of spatial attributes.

It's very mysterious.

Ultimately, it was because his self-esteem as an adult office worker did not allow him to stare at the two little girls while they were eating with such an overly rude look.

He took out his cell phone and checked the time. It was almost 1:20.

At this time, looking back at the corner of the music classroom, a very small girl was sleeping soundly on a small bed made of two chairs, with a school uniform jacket covering her body.

The warm breeze from late spring to summer blows in from the window, accompanied by the singing of birds and the noise of the playground, forming a plain and leisurely little song, so comfortable that it makes people feel sleepy in their hearts, just like the rapid growth of rice.

But rice will ear and bloom. Jing Qinrencai, who was sleeping in this atmosphere, seemed to be having a daydream that was so beautiful that it made people feel a little distressed.

The two chairs put together were only about the length of an adult's straight arm, but she was so petite that when she curled up, she could just fit most of her body inside, leaving only a small part of her slender ankle hanging in the air with lace-edged white socks and small, palm-sized black patent leather shoes, swinging up and down with the owner's mood.

Her shoulder-length brown hair was not tied into two childish ponytails as usual. Instead, it was spread out like a handkerchief, flat on the seat of the chair, letting the sunlight from the window pour down on it, giving the delicate hair a slightly golden sheen.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her pearly lips were slightly pursed, the tip of her nose was trembling slightly, a faint blush was floating on her cheeks, and her still young face was filled with the kind of innocent romance that is rarely seen in high school girls nowadays.

Kurusu Akatsuki sighed more than once: this girl is truly adorable. If she could pay more attention to her appearance and keep quiet, she would definitely become a popular and even sought-after figure at school.

Maybe debuting as an idol would be a promising future.

He looked for the right angle, then reached out to the napping Jing Qin Rencai... He pulled the hair aside from her ear, then took out a Bluetooth headset, which was playing the song "Black Moon Like Tide", which was currently number one on the hot search list.

"Jingqin, don't sleep anymore. It's time to go to class. We have English class this afternoon."

The girl hummed lazily twice, but she couldn't open her eyes. Instead, she arched her knees into her arms as if she was afraid of the cold, like a kitten that couldn't find a heat source on a winter night, and tried to curl up into a ball with her head and tail.

Kurusu Akatsuki shook her shoulders and tried to urge her several times, but he couldn't wake her up.

No longer disturbed, Jing Qinrencai quickly lost the clarity she had finally regained and quickly fell into the entanglement of sleep.

The two first-year gymnastics students had already packed their lunch boxes and quietly left.

The two yoga mats stacked together were quite heavy, so Yoshizawa Kasumi asked Kurusu Akatsuki to leave them in the club's activity room.

It's not difficult to guess the girl's little thoughts. She just wants more reasons and opportunities to meet Kurusu Akatsuki.

I have to marvel at the fact that beautiful girls do have privileges.

With a pretty face, a sweet smile, and a humble request, coupled with her previous impression of being well-behaved and polite - it would be difficult for anyone to refuse such an offensive.

The person being asked will use excuses like "she just wants to chat with you more" to convince herself to keep lowering her bottom line.

It was the first time that Yoshizawa Sumire met Kurusu Akatsuki. Holding her lunch box, she looked back at him nervously, then followed her sister out of the club activity room.

Bang! The metal door closed with a muffled, trembling sound.

The music classroom returned to silence.

Four sparrows jumped onto the windowsill together, chirping and looking at the boys and girls in the classroom.

Today is the school's volleyball team selection day.

Kamoshida relied on his connections as a former Olympic champion to recruit an entire active school team from the neighboring Wuyang High School as his opponents.

Mishima Yuki, who had been chased and ridiculed by Sakamoto Ryuji for half a month, seemed to have exploded on the spot. He abandoned all his morals, dignity, and conscience. The devilish training he received from Kamoshida for a whole school year produced extraordinary results the moment the game whistle sounded.

The main attacker Yuki Mishima ended the match in the deciding game with nine consecutive vicious and violent smashes, making the active school teams suffer terribly.

I heard that this matter has been posted on the campus forum of the neighboring "Wuyang High School", and ranked second in the popularity list with the search volume second only to the post "Show off the legendary transfer student".

It is said that some nosy people over there gave Mishima Yuki a nickname full of middle school elements, "Mishima who smashes the sun", based on the mythological allusion of "Houyi shooting down the sun" from the neighboring big country.

This is the charm of sports competition.

Compared to the cruelty and bloodiness of arithmetic competitions that constantly pursue the limits of mental agility and the end of natural understanding, those teenagers running and cheering on the court can really win the game through sweat and hard work, and then shouting the so-called "roots" or "bonds", and relying on willpower to burst out with amazing performance when exhausted.

Kurusu Akatsuki sat on the desk, holding his mobile phone and congratulating Mishima Yuki with his classmates in the class group for being selected for the school team.

At this time, the bell for class rang, lingering over the campus through the radio, and a series of hurried footsteps immediately followed in the corridor outside the music classroom.

Class has already started.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at Ichi Serina, who was still sleeping soundly at the back of the classroom despite hearing the bell, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Thinking back to when we first met, that girl didn't want to go to the band, refused to play games, didn't dare to read comics, and was always clamoring to study hard to get into college. Now seeing her peaceful sleeping face, where she doesn't move even when she's late for class, I feel that life is impermanent.

Now that he has lost the passion to improve his academic ability, what will he do in the future? Kurusu Akatsuki is a little afraid to think about it.

Did I harm her?

The thief pinched his chin, his expression becoming a little serious.

This girl seemed to really enjoy playing in a band, and her smile never faded from her face as she went to STARRY's studio every day.

If you think about it carefully, she is indeed very talented in singing. Her voice is so clean that even laymen can appreciate it. She can keep her breath steady even when jumping and dancing next to the microphone... Is it possible that she will imitate Miss Kawaharaki and drop out of school to become the lead singer of a band?

That's really the end of it.

Ii Serina's idol, the former professional singer Momoka Kawahara, now has to work several jobs every day to make a living.

Thinking of this, Kurusu Akatsuki put the Bluetooth headset in his pocket back into Jing Qinrencai's pocket, then put his hands together and said, "It seems that you have already integrated into the atmosphere of this club very well..."

Although he said this, he had actually moved closer to Jing Qinrencai, took out the cell phone from her pocket, skillfully entered the unlock password, searched for "Lost Rivers", the famous "worst song in history", in the voice software, turned up the volume to the maximum, and clicked play.

"Ah!" Jing Qinren almost screamed and jumped up from the chair, then hit her head on the back of the chair, and then looked with a bitter face at Kurusu Xiao who was standing next to her with his mobile phone and clicked "pause".

Although she was clearly bullied, she did not feel angry or sad, but just a sense of inexplicable grievance.

Kurusu Akatsuki threw the phone back, and Jing Qinrencai hurriedly caught it in a panic.

Then she saw the timestamp at the top of the screen.

【13: 34】

It's already the first class in the afternoon.

It is the English class where the teacher likes to draw student numbers and ask students to come to the stage to answer questions a few minutes before class... Students who are often called on in school should understand that there is no so-called randomness. It depends purely on the teacher's mood and habits, as well as the impression of the students associated with certain student numbers.

As luck would have it, the transfer student Jing Qinrencai, who was parachuted in as "27", is one of the student numbers that the English teacher likes to mention the most.

Thinking about the teacher finding out that someone was missing from the class during the random questioning, and how things might develop into lateness, absenteeism, expulsion, disciplinary action, or even suspension... the light in Jing Qinren's pupils instantly faded.

"What are you still doing sitting here?"

Kurusu Akatsuki took out two hair ties from the drawer and threw them to Jingqin Renna, "Tie your hair up and go back to class."

"But... I'm late." Jing Qinrencai had a sad face and looked at him with a helpless and dependent look.

They are just like puppies and kittens that are used to being taken care of by humans. When they encounter a problem, the first thing they do is not to think about how to solve it themselves, but to ask for help from the owner standing next to them.

Seeing her like this, Kurusu Akatsuki knew that this girl definitely had no experience in skipping classes or school.

I remember that Jing Qinrencai had very strict family education, and her father was a teacher... That was normal. I guess "don't be late for class" was something she remembered since she was a child.

"Just lie a little, be sincere, look a little upset, apologize to the teacher, and go back to your seat. No one will care that you actually overslept in the club room during lunch break."

Kurusu Akatsuki taught Jing Qinrencai with the tone of an experienced person.

Jing Qinrencai heard everything, looked at Kurusu Akatsuki with awe, and then walked towards the door of the music classroom.

"Well, I'm leaving first." Jingqin Rencai said goodbye to Kurusu Akatsuki carefully.

This nagging look really made Kurusu Xiao laugh.

"Hurry up and go to class!"

"Yes Yes!!"

The girl nodded and ran away.

By the way, although An He Subaru didn't understand the content of the class, she still insisted on staying in the classroom. In a sense, she is indeed a good student.

She returned to the classroom to continue her class before the end of the second class in the morning. She had no time to spare during the lunch break. Almost immediately, she was pestered by the girls in the class and asked all kinds of questions. Finally, they enthusiastically took her to visit the campus.

Having nothing to do, Kurusu Xiao was too lazy to sit in the music classroom any longer. He locked the door, tossed the key around, and walked out of the teaching building.

On the nearby playground, after the volleyball team's tryouts, Kamoshida, an experienced physical education teacher, arranged a "post-match review" for the new members of the school team.

A group of boys sat cross-legged on the lawn. A muscular man in a short-sleeved shirt revealed his broad, muscular frame. He pointed to the sky with a confident, hearty smile on his face, and began to talk. He talked about his own experiences competing in the competition, the training sessions of previous school teams, and the embarrassing moments they had encountered.

The afternoon sun slammed onto the plastic track a meter away, splashing waves of white heat. Under the pale green shade of the trees, the teenagers would occasionally laugh out loud when they heard something funny, their minds as clear as water.

Yuki Mishima was also sitting among them, with sweat soaking the back of his sportswear. He saw Kurusu Akatsuki passing by with his hands in his pockets, and excitedly made an exaggerated fist gesture to him.

"Lian! Did you see the message?!"

"Congratulations, you've shown off your skills." Kurusu Akatsuki came over and gave him a fist bump.

Kamoshida also waved towards Kurusu Akatsuki, "Amamiya-san, since you have nothing to do, why don't you stay here and listen for a while?"

He still remembered Kurusu Akatsuki's outstanding performance in the gym that day, and he had always wanted to recruit this legendary transfer student to his school team, forming a galactic battleship that would sweep all levels of leagues, break out of Tokyo, break out of Japan, break out of all of Asia.

"No, I have something urgent to do outside."