I’M Really Helpless In Tokyo

Hearing what the professor said, Yamada Kengo stood up stiffly with a dark face like a prisoner about to be executed.

Of course I know there is no "person" in the first row.

In his eyes, in the few empty seats in the first row, there were neatly gray-white female figures sitting neatly, looking at the old professor "thirsty for knowledge".

This is when the old professor came in, he followed in.

When he walked to the gray and white figures standing still, Yamada Kengo's forehead was already covered with fine sweat.

Brushing the ground, the gray figures turned their heads and smiled at him.

Surprisingly, they are several "female classmates" with white faces and red lips.

Except that the skin and flesh of the whole body rotted and a lot of bones were exposed, there was nothing wrong with it.

In the eyes of the professor urging, Kengo Yamada bit his head and sat down.

He sat on the stairs of the classroom.

"Ahahaha, I twisted my waist during the club activities yesterday, so I can't sit in a chair with a backrest."

Seeing the strange gazes of people around him, Yamada Kengo exaggeratedly laughed.

Joyful philosophy lessons are always fleeting.

With a strange look, Yamada Kengo, who finally got through to the end of get out of class, quickly fled the classroom.

"Damn it... can't I go back to my usual days for the rest of my life?"

He ran to the toilet in one breath and closed the compartment door.

Leaning against the door, he finally calmed down.

Recently, there is too much mental pressure, and he has some constipation.

Sitting on the toilet, while exerting force, he dialed someone's phone.

"Senior Araki? Uh...I have to discuss with you about the things I can see dirty things...What? You went to Kamakura yesterday, and you stayed up all night fighting with the giant snake. Do I figure it out myself? Wait..."

Before I finished speaking, a busy tone came from the phone.

How can I solve it myself.

Thinking of this, Yamada Kengo touched his chest, and felt calmer.

There, a thick stack of talisman paper was placed next to him.

That night, it was the burning light of this talisman that dispelled the female ghost and saved his life.

Just as he settled down and tried to release himself on the toilet, a bluish-white, blood-stained hand slowly stretched out from under the partition.

"Ordinary heart, ordinary heart..."

Yamada Kengo stared at his cell phone, silently exerting force, not daring to turn his eyes.

"Is there...paper...?"

Don't talk, it's so noisy.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the hand explored slowly, extending longer and longer, almost touching the tip of his nose.

On the arm in front of him, there was a ray of black air lingering.

According to the witch, this thing was different from the one he had seen this morning.

It's something called "Resentful Spirit".

"If you see a resentful spirit with black resentment, you must run away immediately."

The sincere words of the witch still echoed in her ears.

But when I was released at a critical moment, Xiaohe only showed her sharp horns, how could she "run away immediately".

"Is there...paper...?"

The thing spoke up again.

This time... the sound came from above.

Yamada Kengo looked up.

In the gap above the toilet partition, I don't know when, there was a black middle-aged man's face, squeezed there crookedly, and looked at himself with a smile.

"You...look...have...see...me..."

Brother, your hands are clearly on the bottom, but your head is on the top. This is unscientific.

Yamada Kengo, male, 21 years old, is facing the second major crisis in his life.

...

"Ping Changxin, Ping... Ping your sister!"

Facing the resentful spirit, sitting on the toilet, constipated for many days, and finally felt a little bit, Yamada Kengo, who was released at a critical moment and had nowhere to escape, ran away.

"You are a perverted voyeur who wants paper crazy, don't you want paper, take it, take it all..."

He took out a stack of talisman paper from his pocket and put it on the hand beside him.

The talisman ignited immediately.

The flame followed that hand and burned all the way to the end of the partition.

The man above the partition, howling in pain, slowly turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Seeing the resentful spirit wailing in the fire, a weird smile appeared on the corner of Kengo Yamada's mouth.

Then, as the wraith turned into black smoke and dissipated, the smile on his face became more and more brilliant...

"Puff-through...wow!"

The depression of many days was finally released.

...

In the middle of the night, on the branches of the moon, the campus of Shibuya University of Economics is completely dark.

An odd man with a hooded T-shirt inside, a trench coat outside and a long strip of baggage on his back sneaked out of the dormitory building.

It was Kengo Yamada.

He stood on the playground, looking solemnly, with breathlessness, watching a figure running along the runway in the distance.

It was the ghost of the man with the javelin hanging from his belly that jogged with him in the morning.

"I am tired after running for so many years."

According to the witch, although these spirits did not become resentful spirits, they still stayed in the world because of the obsession in their hearts.

It only takes an opportunity to become a resentful spirit.

Their time, from the moment of death, has stagnated.

Yamada Kengo nervously took out a training wooden sword from the long bag behind him.

Unlike ordinary wooden swords, this training wooden sword is densely covered with a layer of yellow talisman paper.

Seeing that the man was about to run to his side, Kengo Yamada took a deep breath and held the sword in his hand.

Kendo practice is most concerned about the ordinary mind.

Holding the sword in his hand, the original tension, anxiety, hesitation and uncertainty in his heart have all turned into firmness.

"Congratulations, you have reached the finish line and won the first place in this competition."

With that said, the bamboo sword in Kengo Yamada's hand slashed horizontally, and greeted the running man's waist like the finish line.

A piece of talisman paper on the bamboo sword immediately ignited and burned the man to death.

"Senior Araki's talisman is really effective. It is indeed a product of Asakusa Shrine..."

Gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, Yamada Kengo retracted the bamboo sword from his waist like a peerless swordsman, and left with a firm expression.

Kendo Department Activity Room.

Yamada Kengo used the excuse "something is missing" to find the key Nanmu Taishi asked for and open the locker.

"Help..."

"I'm here to save you, I must be desperate to be locked in."

He stabbed the man who was squatting inside.

As the flame burned, the world became quiet.

student cafeteria.

Yamada Kengo sneaked in through the window.

"The food in the cafeteria is always delicious!"

With that said, he leaped high and swung his sword at the woman hanging from the ceiling.

As for the group of "friends and relatives" behind the philosophy class professor, he didn't intend to hinder other families from celebrating.

"The Great Operation of Purifying the Great Environment".

This is a battle that belongs to Kengo Yamada alone.

Seeing a spirit being freed by his sword, the fear in Yamada Kengo's heart gradually diminished, but it gave him an extremely stimulating pleasure.

We swept around the school, and it was close to midnight.

After consuming nearly ten pieces of talisman paper, he proudly embarked on the way back to the dormitory.

Passing downstairs in the girls' dormitory, he subconsciously looked up.

On that day, he accidentally ran into the dance of the woman on the balcony, which completely changed the trajectory of his life.

At midnight, there are naturally no people on the balcony of the female dormitory.

Seeing the empty balcony, Yamada Kengo subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, his eyes suddenly gathered at the corner of the rooftop of the female dormitory.

There, I don't know when, a woman in a red dress was standing quietly.

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