Tokyo Psychic

I hope the principal is still in the office.

Noticing that Kurusu Akatsuki had woken up, Jing Qin Rencai put down the pen in her hand and looked at her with resentment, "President, where are our club activities?!"

"You go to STARRY first." Kurusu Akatsuki yawned loudly. "I'm going to the administration building to do something now."

"That's too much! Hongxia and the others have been urging us for a long time!"

"It's okay. I'm the rhythm guitarist. My role won't be any bigger than the bass."

"I'm almost done with today's homework." The resentment in Jing Qinrencai's words was about to overflow.

"Isn't this a good thing?" Kurusu Akatsuki patted her shoulder. "Keep going! Study hard! The future of Shujin depends on young people like you."

After saying that, he quickly escaped from the classroom.

After a good sleep, my mental strength did recover a little.

It should be no problem to drive the personality mask to kill each other in the impression space.

On the way to the principal's office, I saw some students on duty passing by after finishing their work.

"Oh, it's the 'Legendary Amemiya'!"

"Has Amamiya-san not gone home yet? Do you want to go together?"

"..."

Kurusu Akatsuki declined each one politely, "No, I have something to ask the principal now."

He walked up the stairs to the top floor of the administrative building and knocked on the office door.

The office was quiet and I couldn't hear anything through the door.

After a while, a gentle and calm voice came from inside.

"Please come in."

Kurusu Akatsuki pushed the door open and walked into the principal's office.

The principal stood beside the bookshelf, flipping through a book filled with English. His entire face was covered in the deep shadows of dusk, making his expression and eyes blurred.

Kurusu Akatsuki glanced at the cover of the book. Translated from English, it was "My Educational Creed".

The author of the book is John Dewey, a famous representative of the pragmatic view of truth in the last century.

Xin Ma Xiaolian turned around, allowing Kurusu Akatsuki to see his face clearly this time.

This is a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head and a well-proportioned body. His brows and eyes are serious, showing a pragmatism and integrity.

"I know you, the gifted transfer student."

Shinma Xiaolian opened the topic with a happy and appreciative tone, "Amamiya Ren, Mr. Ito told me about you."

"It seems that I am indeed quite famous."

"Haha, are teachers from other schools already contacting you?"

"No, I'm very grateful for the financial support provided by the principal."

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the neatly ironed surface of Xin Ma Xiaolian's suit and judged that this middle-aged man must have a harmonious family and a virtuous wife.

Xin Ma Xiaolian smiled kindly, "You are very smart."

"Thank you for the compliment." Kurusu Akatsuki responded calmly.

"As for me, I've always been a supporter of bright students," Shinma Xiaolian said to Kurusu Akatsuki. "Your admission to a good university is a credit to Shujin. So, today I took the time to discuss this with Mr. Ito, and we've decided to increase the 'club funds' appropriately based on your final exam scores each month."

Kurusu Akatsuki stared intently at Xin Ma Xiaolian's eyes, but could not find anything unusual in them.

Finally, he nodded and said, "Then I will hold this gratitude and work hard to improve my academic ability."

"Also pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

The principal's hearty laughter mingled with the evening bell for the end of school.

The first negotiation between Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu ended so dully.

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(I heard you have a lot of monthly tickets, blades, and rewards?)

(Haha, now that things have come to this, I won't hold back any more. Today I'll update 1.8 words, a total of nine chapters of standard size. The remaining six chapters will be released one after another at pm and pm.)

(If that's all you have right now, it's not enough to force out my full strength!)

037.Hamburgers and Debt ( in )

（周六爆更：4/9、5/9、6/9）

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Dusk seems to always be equated with "tranquility" in people's cognition, and the days in mid-April gradually become hot, and with the falling cherry blossoms, they transform into another kind of melancholy mood.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked out of the bathroom and looked up at the crimson sky, his expression as awkward as if he were constipated.

Just to be clear, he is not constipated.

But the specific situation is probably more uncomfortable than constipation.

The thief sneaked into the memory space and went down from the platform of "Shujin High School" to kill his way through.

There were hundreds and thousands of "shadows" falling into his hands, and the draft papers or love letters bursting out of them could be piled up into a mountain.

I'm really fed up with these students who don't study hard and only think about dating and skipping school all day.

However, when Kurusu Akatsuki took forty minutes to reach the bottom of the impression space again, he found that the huge hole that had appeared where the principal's office was had disappeared.

The smooth cement floor was covered with crisscrossing dark red lines that resembled blood vessels, and the shadow symbolizing the principal himself was wandering back and forth there.

The thief's intuition told him that there was definitely something wrong with Xin Ma Xiaolian, and the impression space of the changes that had occurred one after another was enough to explain the problem.

But when Kurusu Akatsuki stood in front of the unconscious "shadow", he still felt at a loss.

Thousands of words merged into a silent curse, and then he left the impression space.

It was obvious that there was an invisible enemy watching him.

Every time Kurusu Akatsuki enters or leaves the impression space, he will attract the other party's attention.

This time, it was probably just to cover up for Xin Ma Xiaolian, or at the very least to delay time.

If I were the rookie myself seven years ago, maybe I would have been fooled and gotten away with it.

What a shame, such a fuss only makes me more vigilant.

Kurusu Akatsuki looked at the setting sun in the distant tall buildings. In the red light reflected by countless glass windows, his eyes became sharp.

If someone's impression space is worthy of being manipulated to cover up the truth, then he must have extraordinary value... Just wait and see, Xin Ma Xiaolian, from now on, I have plenty of time to waste with you!

You'd better hide under the protection of the person behind you for the rest of your life and never reveal any flaws.

Kurusu Akatsuki walked across the playground and out of the school gate.

The setting sun stretched his shadow into a long, slender shape, piercing into the endless darkness like a long sword.

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Successfully caught the evening rush hour.

The advertising screen at the tram station was playing a performance preview of "Black Moon Tide", the latest work of Imagine Dragons, a rock band that is ranked number one on the hot list.

The lead singer is a red-haired Japanese girl who sings sweetly and elegantly into the microphone.

Behind her stood a shirtless Italian man, revealing his muscular chest. He was shaking his flowing blond hair and dancing wildly on the electric guitar with a pick in his right hand.

To the right of the Italian guitarist stood a Chinese man with a stern face, as if someone had killed his father, swinging a bow back and forth on the cello.

Behind the crowd, a young man, also Chinese, dressed in a jet-black suit, was operating an electronic keyboard. His hands flew and his output speed and accuracy exceeded that of the top StarCraft players. The layers of syllables formed a melody like a tide.

......

Kurusu Akatsuki stopped and looked at the bus stop for a while, then stopped paying attention.

The level of this performance is so high that compared with the band I am in, I feel a huge disparity.

He skillfully opened Line in the crowded waiting room and changed his username from "The power of pearl tears cannot be disobeyed" to "The big aliens are so scary."

Then I found Yuki Mishima in the contact list.

According to Yuki Mishima himself, he is very familiar with the configurations and prices of various computers and mobile phones. Not long ago, he even pulled Ryuji Sakamoto to discuss the "3060 graphics card" that has recently set the market on fire.

[Big Astronauts Are Terrible: Mishima, Are You Free?]

Apex: Get Out of My Computer: Why did you change your ID again? I remember it was called "The Sky is the Hero's Stage" before, right?

[Big Universe People Are Really Scary: Never mind all that. I want to buy a laptop, not a gaming laptop. Any recommendations for a budget under 100,000?]

Apex Get Out of My Computer: Where Are You Now?

[Big Space People Are Terrifying: At the Aoyama 1-chome train station.]

Apex, get out of my computer: I'm playing games at the internet cafe we ​​used to go to. Come find me, I'll take you to the digital store.

Kurusu Akatsuki put down his phone, looked at the high wall of people around him, and couldn't help sighing.

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By the time Akatsuki Laisu said goodbye to Yuki Mishima and got back on the train with his newly bought laptop, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The setting sun had burned out at this time, sinking into the cold night like ashes.

The setting sun had burned out at this time, sinking into the cold night like ashes.

Then, like artillery fire, the dappled lights roared upward, dispelling the darkness of the city night. The crowds continued to bustle, and even though the daylight had completely faded, for this city, it was just the beginning of another life.

After getting off the train at Shibuya Station, he strolled toward Shibuya Central Street.

There are many bustling shops along the way.

The thief walked through the prosperous forest. On the screen of his mobile phone, the girls in the band who had already finished their training were praising the new song of "Imagine Dragons".

Suddenly, Toyokawa Shoko's chat bubble lit up in his private chat interface.

"Amamiya-san, you didn't come to STARRY for your part-time job today, nor did you attend band practice... The manager specifically asked me to inquire about your situation."

Kurusu Akatsuki tapped away on the numeric keypad. [I have something urgent to deal with at school today. I'll definitely come to STARRY tomorrow.]

I clearly saw the words "typing" appear under Toyokawa Shoko's ID, but it quickly disappeared.

This process was repeated several times, and finally she asked, "Are you near Shibuya now?"

I just happened to be in Shibuya.

After a while, photos of two "challenge tickets" were taken.

Toyokawa Shoko: [This afternoon, while working part-time in the kitchen of a fast food restaurant called "Big Bang Burger" in Shibuya, I got this from the manager... It allows you to challenge the "Cosmic Tower Fortress" without paying.]

Kurusu Akatsuki was stunned for a moment before continuing to type: [Isn't that just free food and drinks?]

Toyokawa Shoko: [...That's right.]

Toyokawa Shoko: [Have you had dinner? ]

Kurusu Akatsuki: [I haven't eaten yet.]

Toyokawa Shoko invited: "Let's go to the hamburger shop together."

About fifteen minutes passed.

Kurusu Akatsuki waited for a while under the optically polluting billboard of "Big Bang Burger Shop".

Soon, he saw Shoko Toyokawa carrying a schoolbag on the busy streets of Shibuya.

The girl with long light blue hair changed into casual clothes after school, and put on sunglasses and a baseball cap as if she was worried about being recognized.

At this moment, the big screen behind him was playing an advertisement slogan recited by an unrecognizable female idol in an excited tone:

"The most powerful Big Bang Burger in the universe! The Big Bang Burger restaurant is holding a limited-time Universe Burger Challenge. Those who succeed in the challenge can enjoy a free meal. There are also various peripherals and high bonuses depending on the level..."

As they got closer, Shoko Toyokawa once again saw the huge monster called "Cosmic Giant Tower Castle" on the billboard, and she felt a little uneasy.

"Amamiya-san, this challenge... let's not take it too seriously. As for dinner, it's enough to fill us up."