I, the lord of ghost stories

The tables and chairs are neatly arranged, there is a bit of chalk dust in the air, the plaque with the school motto written on it, everything that can evoke nostalgia and melancholy is perfectly placed in front of you according to the golden rule.

Through the open window, you can see the corridor outside. Childish boys are playing with brooms like they are playing baseball.

Noisy, yelling, chasing... This is the classroom during recess.

Outside the window, the bright sky shines through several tall cherry trees, and casts mottled and uneven spots from the gaps between the whirling leaves.

Countless tiny spots of light are projected on the other white wall of the classroom.

The breeze blows, the leaves rustle, and the light and shadow shake, almost like being in a dreamy seabed.

In the classroom, the teenagers and girls in memory are all smiling.

The girls are all wearing sailor suits, the skirts are deliberately rolled short, and they have long or short cotton socks. The white and smooth thighs between the cotton socks and short skirts form a dreamlike absolute field.

Everything is like entering Two-dimensional.

"The memory has been beautified a bit too much... It is absolutely impossible for a normal freshman in high school to have so many beautiful girls."

Yuu Sifeng looked at the empty space around him...it was empty.

Naoko Asaka did not enter the memory corridor.

Two young girls walked slowly from behind.

"Lian, last month's exam results were posted, and this time I failed the exam again, and none of the three subjects got an 80..."

Naoko Asaka was wearing a beret, a white sleeveless dress, and slender white legs in inlaid sandals, a girl like a work of art.

She hugged a girl wearing a sky-blue uniform top and a white pleated skirt affectionately, and even rubbed her face towards her.

The latter looked disgusted, and helplessly pressed his hand on his friend's face, like pushing away a cat or dog who was too close.

"Okay, okay, I'll make up lessons for you... Really, it's so hot, don't come here!"

Although her tone was disgusting, she was smiling, not rejecting such intimacy.

"Speaking of which, haven't you given up yet?"

"Well, I want to get to know Qiu Ye, I want to see how he is participating in the competition, and I want to go to the field to cheer and encourage him!"

Speaking of this topic, Asaka Naoko was immediately excited, her whole body seemed to be bursting with pink bubbles, and her little face was slightly flushed.

"... Naoko."

Ren Sawamura, this girl's smile gradually disappeared, and there was a look of worry between her delicate and correct eyebrows.

She listened to her friend continue to confide in her heart, and couldn't bear to interrupt.

"Student Quan is so good. It is said that he has a professional level. The swimming department of the school is counting on Student Quan to get the ranking..."

Asaka Naoko was still talking, completely oblivious to her friend's expression.

Ren Sawamura hesitated several times, opened his mouth, and finally gave up again.

"Naoko, do you like Izumi that much?"

She asked this sentence solemnly.

"Of course, Mr. Quan is so good at sports, handsome, and soft-spoken. I like him so much!"

"Is that so..."

Ren Sawamura sighed softly, but finally made some kind of decision.

She met Asaka Naoko's eyes straightly, and solemnly warned her:

"That man is very dangerous. He has beaten his juniors many times in the middle school, and he has a serious tendency to violence!"

"If it weren't for his sports expertise, he won awards for the school several times, and he would have been expelled a long time ago!"

"Listen, Naoko! This person is not for you!"

"Yes, is that so?"

Asaka Naoko lowered her head, her expression darkened, and her voice lowered a little.

"Where did you hear about it?"

"Maybe it's a rumor spread by jealous people?"

"I know Lian is very smart, but it may be a false slander, isn't it?"

She was not very willing to believe such words that were not good for Qiuyequan, so she subconsciously excused him.

"This is not a rumor... Since you said last time that you like Akiba-san, I asked someone to go to the junior high school in Akiba-san's hometown to inquire about it."

"Although the matter was suppressed and there was no rumor about it, the graduates of that class knew it well."

"Lian, that's enough... I don't want to hear this."

Asaka Naoko shook her head, as if she could get those words out of her head.

"Even, even if Student Quan really fought before, it doesn't mean that he has bad conduct now... Maybe it's fighting back against bad boys? Maybe it's a misunderstanding? Maybe it's just a spur of the moment?"

"Besides, that's all in the past."

"I'm tired, I want to go back to the classroom first..."

Saying this, Naoko Asaka, with a depressed expression, let go of Ren Sawamura's arm, and was about to go around and leave.

"Wait a minute, Naoko!"

Ren grabbed Asaka Naoko's arm, and with her unique soft voice, she gently insisted on her opinion

"Don't Naoko think that Akiha-san is a little weird sometimes?"

"Lian, are you weird today?"

Naoko Asaka raised her head reluctantly, and met the very serious eyes of the black-haired girl.

"I hope Naoko stays away from Akiba-san, he's really, really dangerous..."

"Okay, okay, I know Lian must be right."

"But I still can't accept it. Student Quan shouldn't be a bad person."

Reluctantly, Asaka Naoko made a promise not to get close to Akiba Izumi.

It's just that reluctance, almost written on his face, and his perfunctory attitude made Ren Sawamura look a little melancholy.

Her face was already beautiful, but now she showed a bit of melancholy, which made her even more pitiful, compared to the lovely Naoko Asaka.

Many boys couldn't help but look towards this side.

Naoko Asaka seemed to notice this, her expression became complicated.

"That's how I was jealous at that time, isn't it ugly?"

Chapter 250 The Voice

Sifengyuan watched in rapt attention, and there was a "Naoko Chaoxiang" beside him.

Here, she changed into a summer uniform short skirt, without the vivacity she had just now, the whole person seemed to have fallen into a depression.

It seems that she has accumulated a lot of courage, so she calmly stood in this memory scene and faced the past.

"What Lian said is right, she has always been right."

Her voice was the same as before, with a hint of sweetness, but with a lot of regret.

After silently saying this, she bit her lower lip and remained silent, looking at the scene in her memory.

They've been friends since a long time ago...probably as early as kindergarten.

"If you can listen to her at that time, the following things will not happen."

"In short, at that time, I did not believe what my friends said."

Asaka Naoko's remorse cannot change what has happened.

Right in front of her eyes, she in the past gradually became estranged from Ren Sawamura.

"She's your real friend."

Yuu Sifengin nodded slightly.

Those who will persuade at such times are true friends.

"Ren is my forever friend, but at that time I..."

The picture of memory is flashing rapidly, like pressing the fast forward button thousands of times and tens of thousands of times.

When they stopped again, Naoko Chaoxiang was standing near the swimming pool, looking in the direction of the men's swimming lane. For some reason, it was very busy there.

It seemed that Quan's time was being measured, and several boys gathered around to peek at the schedule, making a commotion.

"What's in the fifth class?"

"It seems to be a modern Mandarin."

"Huh~ I'm sure I'm going to oversleep, right? Seriously, how can anyone take swimming lessons at this time, they'll get sunburned."

On the way from the locker room to the classroom, Mako, who was next to Naoko, kept complaining.

"Yeah~ It hurts the quality of your hair."

"Although I don't hate swimming, but because my bangs are all knotted, I can just keep up with the topic."

"what?"

Mako made a questioning voice, and Naoko Asaka followed her gaze.

There was a crowd of people in front of the classroom, and students from other classes also gathered there.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Asaka Naoko spoke to one of the spectators, but he didn't answer the question, but spoke to the classroom instead.

"Hello—the girl is back."

The crowd immediately made way for the girls to see the scene in the classroom.

The male students who returned to the classroom early all stood near the door.

The classroom is in a mess, and there are traces of flipping everywhere.

"A thief has come to the classroom."

The nearest Akiba Izumi replied.

Naoko Asaka couldn't help but sneak a glance at him.

He has neat short hair, a tall and thin figure, and a gentle attitude towards everyone.

Just leaning against the door, he attracted the attention of many girls.

"Thief?"

"We returned to the classroom after physical education get out of class and found that the contents of watches, wallets, and schoolbags had been flipped. My things were also stolen."

Quan scratched his head and threw his wallet on the table.

"No way, it's true!"

Mako on the side opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth in disbelief.

"My bag is new... It cost me [-] yen!"

"Anyway, we have asked the teacher to come over and check, and the girls should also confirm if there is anything missing."

"Everyone, don't say anything about this matter in advance. We will send someone to check the surveillance video as soon as possible, and the security room will also investigate."

The first thing the grade director who rushed over was to block the news and not spread it outside.

"What a disappointment!"

Asaka Naoko returned to her seat and found that her schoolbag had also been turned over.

Although nothing was lost, no one likes their things being flipped... Especially the people who flipped it were very rude, and they took apart the pencil case, and erasers, compasses, triangle rulers, and pencils were scattered everywhere.

In the process of tidying up, Naoko Chaoxiang bent down, lowered her head and squatted down, and when she went to pick up her eraser, her hand crossed the limit.

Ren Sawamura picked up the eraser one step ahead and handed it over.