"Takagi, how did you become like this?"

Fujita asked again.

"nothing."

Takagi probably didn't want to tell the truth, he said lightly: "It's just that I accidentally fell on a motorcycle yesterday."

Can you fall like this?

Your right eye is covered with black blue, it is impossible for it to fall out, right?

The other members of the boxing club looked at Takagi with a strange look on their faces.

“Takagi.”

Fujita sighed.

"You should be clear about the rules of the boxing club, right? Fighting is not allowed. If things are exposed, the better is just banned. The worst is that the entire club is implicated. Takagi, I hope you can understand this."

"President, don't worry, I won't fight again."

Takagi opened his mouth calmly.

"This time I was really just riding an accident..."

"If you say that, then I will believe you."

Fujita patted him on the shoulder and left the boxing club.

Takagi looked at the departure president Fujita and walked into the club and put down the bag in his hand, but there was a hint of worry on his face.

Zhikura Tomoya felt that something was definitely happening to Takagi, but the relationship between the two was not familiar enough to talk about such personal issues. Besides, he was also preparing to quit the boxing club, so he had no intention of continuing to inquire.

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Noon break.

Zhicang moved to the direction of the club's office building at Dongye. He planned to go to the supernatural research club to see the statue of "Yan".

He doesn't have many clues at the moment, maybe the person from the Supernatural Research Society knows something.

You know, the first time he posted a statue of "Yan" was in the club office of this club.

However, when he came to the house in the club office building with the "Supernatural Research Society" sign hanging, he unexpectedly found that the layout here was completely different.

"Student, are you doing something?"

A second-year-old wearing glasses looked at him in confusion and asked with a frown.

"May I ask, this is the Supernatural Research Society?"

He asked so.

"Ah...no, you made a mistake."

The second-year student smiled helplessly.

"This is a literary and artistic club, but you can't blame you for reading it wrong. It turned out to be a 'Supernatural Research Society', but because of the insufficient number of people, the club has been abandoned recently. Now it is the social office of the literary and artistic club. I have forgotten to take down the sign outside... By the way, if you look for people from the Supernatural Research Society, go to the third floor to find them. I heard that they have put the social office there."

"What?"

Zhikuang Dongye felt very confused.

The Supernatural Research Society's office in the copy world is indeed here. If this club moves away, wouldn't it be inconsistent with the timeline in the copy? This is too strange.

"Forget it, go upstairs and take a look!"

Anyway, the location was not far away, so he simply walked towards the stairs on the third floor.

The bulletin board on the corridor on the third floor said a few lines of chalk saying "Don't run in the corridor". The ground is not clean and I feel that I don't clean it very often.

It looks like a place where the company office is located, with papers with the names "Shu Dao Society", "Movie Research Society", "Bridge Society", "Desktop Football Society", and "Game Society" posted on the door.

Since each door was half open, he looked inside, but there were no people in several offices.

"I feel that this floor is full of unpopular clubs and fellow enthusiasts. Sakurasaka's rule is that if the number of members of the club is less than five, they will be demoted to fellow enthusiasts. If they become fellow enthusiasts, they will have two troubles. The first trouble is whether the student association will withdraw the budget, and the second is that it will be difficult to find a good social classroom to be demoted to fellow enthusiasts. No wonder the literary and artistic clubs occupy the original place."

He continued to walk forward and finally found that in the end of the corner of the third floor corridor, a narrow iron door of the utility room was pasted with words "Supernatural Research Society" written in white paper and black markers.

“Is it just here?”

He raised his hand and pushed open the door of the closed "Supernatural Research Society".

Click.

The door was pushed open.

In an instant, I smelled the fresh atmosphere of life like freshly ground coffee and heard the sound of light music.

"Who?"

After the door opened, Zhicang Dongye discovered that it was an extremely narrow space. It was already very narrow. Whether it was the wall or the floor was densely filled with books. In the gap in this narrow room like a "tomb full of books", a boy with a mushroom head was sitting cross-legged on the floor. He was wearing heads with a leaking sound, holding a disposable paper cup on his right hand, and exuding the aroma of coffee, and a book was also flipping through his other hand.

“…The books piled up are really exaggerated.”

Zhicang Dongye looked around and then turned his eyes to the boy.

"Hello, I am Zhikura Dongye from Class D. This place should be the Supernatural Research Society, right?"

"Yes, but now it's not a 'society', but a supernatural research fellowship."

The mushroom head boy took off his headphones and said calmly: "There are few people in this club. The original members are all third-grade seniors and seniors. This year they are preparing for graduation exams and have no time to manage the club. Now the club is only me and a second-grade senior... Zhicang classmate, what's the matter?"

“That’s how it is.”

Zhikura Toshiya said loudly: "I heard that the supernatural clubs in our school know very well about supernatural and unknown events, so I want to come to the supernatural club for consultation. By the way, do those seniors in third grade have contact information? Can I ask them some questions?"

“Contact information?”

The mushroom head boy slowly stood up.

"Tell me what's going on, right? If possible, I can send you a message to them. By the way, I am Kusao Iori from Class B."

"Hello, Kusao classmate."

Zhicang Dongye took out a simple painting of pencils. The painting was a stone statue, which was the stone sculpture of "Yan".

"I want to ask questions about this statue,"

"Statue?"

Kusao Iori took the painting over. He looked up and down the statue on the painting, held his chin and said slowly: "I always feel a little familiar, but I can't remember it for a while. Is it really weird?"

Suddenly, he punched the palm of his left hand with his right fist.

"I seem to remember it, I must be hiding here..."

The grass tail pushed the heavy book down quite roughly and searched it. It took him several minutes to find an album from a pile of collapsed piles of books.

"Student Zhikura, come over and take a look at it yourself. Is the statue you mentioned in this photo?"

He opened the album, raised it up, and pointed to one of the old photos.

"Look... I'm talking about this one."

Zhikura Toshiya hurriedly came over, just as Kusato said, the statue of "Yan" really appeared in the photo, but it was held in the hands of a man, and the man was standing around a circle of students wearing Sakurasaka High School uniforms.

“When was this photo taken?”

He quickly asked Kusao Iori this question.

"Is it time?"

Kusao Iori tilted his head, as if calculating and muttering to himself: "It should have been seven years ago from graduation, right? The history of our school's supernatural research club has been quite long. Look at this girl, she is my sister..."

"Speaking of this... this woman was obsessed with supernatural phenomena before fighting. She got a recommendation after graduating from college, but she worked for less than a year and said she wanted to be a fortune teller."

"At that time, the whole family wanted to stop her, but it was useless. My parents were so angry that they broke off their parent-child relationship with her. You said that you can make money by being a fortune teller. I haven't seen her for a year, and I don't know if she starved to death on the street."

Zhikura Tomoya suddenly became silent. He instantly thought of seeing a female fortune teller in a small shop on the street of Harajuku.

"Student Kusino, let me ask, does your sister have a temporary shop in Harajuku where she does divination or something?"

"Hey? No! Could it be that you have seen her?"
Chapter completed!