The supernatural everyday

“Perfect to avoid all the correct answers, in a sense Furuhashi-san, you are also very good!”

Glancing coldly at Furuhashi Bunai’s test paper, the voice under the snow did not mean to praise at all.

Wow—don’t look at me like this garbage.

Didn’t I just tell the truth, is it necessary for you two to hit me like this!

“It’s really leaving, but from this point we can still see that Guqiao-san is very serious, and she is doing almost every question!”

Jingu Makoto said as if he was praising Fumino Furuhashi’s attitude towards learning.

It’s weird!

“Well, yes, without serious thought, it is impossible to avoid all the correct answers so perfectly!”

Nodding, Yukinoshita said in agreement.

Well, I’m a math idiot, I’m just white trash flying in the wind, transparent, useless, waste of resources, let me die alone, don’t stop me.

Furuhashi Fumino was sad in her heart, and at the same time she had already thought about what the garland at her funeral would look like.

“So, Ogata Riju’s grades have exceeded double digits, why are you still regressing Wen Nai!”

Obviously, Shinomiya Makoto did not intend to let Fumino Furuhashi go, and continued to hit her and said.

“Because I haven’t slept well in the past few days, and… And because I didn’t sleep well, those mathematical formulas had their own hypnotic effect, and I fell asleep when I looked at it…”

Furuhashi Wennai said sadly, because of nightmares at night, she has not slept well in the past few days, and what can she do in the face of mathematics that she is not good at.

“That’s not right… Fumino Furuhashi, didn’t I help you make study materials? ”

“Hey, hey… When I took the exam, my head was empty, and I forgot all the formulas! ”

Furuhashi Fumino said cutely sticking out his tongue.

Suddenly, Makoto Jingu’s eyes became dangerous.

“I want to sleep when I look at the math formulas, don’t I?”

“Hmm!” Furuhashi Wennai nodded her little head with a pitiful face, she really wanted to learn mathematics, but the enemy’s hypnotic technique was too strong, and our army had no means of resistance.

“You want to get into a science university, right?”

“Well, it’s my dream!” Furuhashi Wennai said without hesitation.

“Not going to give up?”

The corners of Jingu Makoto’s mouth turned up slightly, revealing a dangerous smile and said.

“Eh-” A bad premonition came to his mind, but Furuhashi Fumino still said without flinching: “I will definitely not give up.” ”

“Very good!”

Makoto Jingu clapped his hands approvingly, as if he was moved by Fumino Furuhashi’s firm will.

What a ghost!

His expression is obviously super terrifying, okay… I want to go home.

Furuhashi Wennai cried in his heart.

Under the expression of Furuhashi Wennai’s face about to go to the execution ground, under the slightly jumping gaze of Yuki’s eyebrows, Jingu Makoto picked out the cup that was brewed for the first time under the snow from the pile of black tea on the table and took a sip.

Fumino Furuhashi, who seemed to be exquisite, asked.

“Guqiao-san, you are so good in literature and good Chinese, then you should also have an understanding of the idiom ‘hanging beam thorn stock’ of ****!”

“Well, yes!” Furuhashi Wennai nodded: “The hanging beam thorn stock, which is a metaphor for the hard study of forgetting food and sleep, comes from the story of the head hanging beam cone thorn stock.” ”

“It’s about the ** Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a young man named Sun Jing, who was tireless and diligent and studious, and rarely rested from morning to evening behind closed doors, and sometimes it was easy to nap (drowsiness) in the middle of the night.”

“In order not to affect his studies, Sun Jing came up with a way, he found a rope, one end tied to his hair, the other end tied to the beam of the house, so that when he was tired of reading and dozing, as long as his head was lowered, the rope held the hair and pulled the scalp, he would wake up because of the pain and continue to study, and later he finally became a famous politician.”

Furuhashi Fumino once again showed her accumulation in literature, and said in a voice without a pause.

But when she told this story, she looked at Makoto Jingu’s cheeks with a nuclear smile and the look of Yukina Yukina.

Fumino Furuhashi’s expression stiffened, her neck was like rusty clockwork, and she turned her head stiffly to look at Makoto Jingu with a ‘click’.

“Chengjun, there is no need for that!”

“What do you say!”

Smiling, Jingu Makoto took out a red stick with countless strange symbols from the mysterious religious items on the side and pulled it hard in front of her.

“Snap!”

Red makes a crackling sound and is clearly super sturdy.

“I still have that at home…”

“Furuhashi-san, your will is like this? It seems that your desire to enter university is not firm…”

“Whew… I was wrong, Makoto-kun, I shouldn’t have said that you liked under the snow! I was really wrong. ”

Fumino Furuhashi said apologetically.

However, the smiling Jingu Makoto obviously did not let go of her thoughts.

Then she turned her gaze to the snow, well, because of some things, the look in the snow’s eyes was super terrifying.

As for Riju Ogata on the side… Well, she didn’t understand the development of the situation at all.

Finally….

Furuhashi Fumino tilted his head without tears, looking at the red rope tied to the electric fan in the ceiling with his hair.

I wondered if I would become a ghost if I committed suicide with a red rope.

Ah, what the hell am I thinking, I’d better study hard.

In order to dream of taking science courses, I can’t give up even without this thing.

Fumino Furuhashi, who had made up his mind, glared, took out his math textbook and looked at it very seriously.

Well, very seriously.

Even if you look at her with the naked eye, you can feel her decisive will.

However

After three points.

Ten minutes later.

Thirty minutes later.

Under the powerful hypnotic power of the math textbook, Fumino Furuhashi’s eyelids began to fight.

And at this moment, suddenly Furuhashi Bunnai’s hazy eyes suddenly saw something shining with silver light….

What is that, as if it were a needle ….

Wait a minute…… Needle.

Head suspension beam cone thorn stock? Stinging stocks?

Furuhashi Wennai’s confused head suddenly snorted, and the whole thing came to his senses.

The next thing that caught my eye was that I don’t know when, Makoto Jingu, who was supposed to be reading light novels opposite, didn’t know when he had moved the chair next to her.

While reading the novel, a needle dangled in front of her eyes with a hand in his hand.

The cold light flickering at the tip of the needle is like ice water, and what hypnosis and confusion disappears.

“Go to sleep again, I’ll stab down! Rest assured, this needle is very thin and will not appear scarred. ”

“Absolutely not!” Fumino Furuhashi exclaimed.

“Given that you really need help so much from Furuhashi, I decided to supervise you in this way in the future.”

“Makoto-kun, please let it go, I’m wrong, I’m wrong, haven’t you heard, there is a new homeroom teacher in our school, Oh, called Mr. Takagi, I heard that there was a case of a missing girl in his former school, and he was still a student in his class.”

“He was very uncomfortable, so he transferred to our school!”

“Takagi sensei?” Jingu Makoto chanted the word Takagi, he always felt that the name was a little familiar, but he couldn’t remember it.

Seems to be some supporting role?

Shaking his head, is there still a few supporting roles in this comic world, except for those main characters, how can he remember such supporting roles.

“Don’t change the topic like this, this matter is so pleasantly decided!”

“It’s not pleasant at all!!!!”

“By the way, missing schoolgirl? Do you know what the schoolgirl’s name is? To be on the safe side, Makoto Jingu asked anyway.

“It seems to be called Tomoe… Go for it! ”

“……”

Depend on! No wonder it’s so familiar, Takagi, isn’t this the scumbag teacher who killed Tomoe!

The missing Tomoe – definitely the one who planted a seed today and grew a group of beautiful women tomorrow, right!

Thinking of Tomoe’s information, Makoto Jingu’s expression was a little unnatural.