This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Aikawahara is a piano lecturer at Sacred Heart Girls' High School, and he happens to be in charge of Class B of the second year of high school where Sugihara Yuko belongs.

As luck would have it, there is a piano lesson this afternoon.

Beichuan Temple has roughly understood the situation.

"The time is now 7:30, and there is still some time before class begins." Beichuan Temple sat silently in the teacher's chair, his brain constantly spinning.

He found the office of the second grade of high school through the information on the teacher's certificate and the flow chart below, and then found the desk belonging to Aikawahara with great difficulty among the desks.

I have to say, this road is really not easy.

And for an instrument like the piano, in fact, Beichuan Temple only knows a little bit.

But that was only in the hobby stage, and it was simply impossible to teach this group of noble female students well.

After all, the students of Sacred Heart Girls High School are of high quality.

But now is not the time to deal with these things.

Get all the information about Sugihara Yuko first, even if Beichuan Temple will be kicked out of this world of mental images again. At that time, it didn't matter anymore.

Beichuan Temple reached out and turned on the computer on the desk.

Maybe it was God's favor, on the computer desktop where a lot of things were placed, Beichuan Temple saw the folder "Student List and Specific Information of Class B of Senior Two" at a glance.

Logically speaking, teachers should back up such files on the USB flash drive, and generally do not keep them in the school computer.

But for the current Beichuan Temple, this information is just a life-saving straw.

In order to avoid unnecessary complications, Beichuan Temple did not hesitate to move the mouse cursor to the folder "Student List and Specific Information of Class B of Senior Two"——

Beichuan Temple was stunned for a moment, then when he raised his eyes again, everything around him changed.

There was a piano in front of him, the black and white keys that had been wiped clean reflected the luster.

I don't know when, the dark sunset has already wrapped everything up.

The cold air permeated the room, causing Beichuan Temple to raise his wrist subconsciously.

On the watch, the time has jumped to more than three o'clock in the afternoon.

It's time for music lessons to start!

Beichuan Temple frowned.

If he skips class, will Sugihara Tamako, who is hidden in the world of mental imagery, notice something is wrong?

But even if Beichuan Temple is allowed to take lessons, his piano skills will be exposed immediately.

This is the time to do it.

Beichuan Temple pinched the piano chair with one hand expressionlessly, and lifted it high——

Boom! ! ! ! !

A piercing roar came from the music classroom.

 …

"Today's piano class is temporarily unavailable. The piano in the music room is damaged for unknown reasons. I have reported it to the school. There should be a new piano in the near future." Beichuan Temple calmly announced this to the students who rushed to the class with great interest.

Among these female students, Kitagawa Temple immediately saw Sugihara Tamako with a quiet smile on her face.

There is no feeling of being expelled for the time being, and this time it should be regarded as a successful muddle through.

Beichuan Temple's expression remained unchanged and he thought in his heart.

"Then Aikawa-sensei, what are we going to do next?"

Someone below asked curiously.

"I'll take the roll call, and the students whose names are called come up and share some topics that you are interested in, how about it?" Beichuan Temple flipped through the roster, his mind spinning quickly.

The whole process seems to be very natural and coherent.

In this way, Beichuan Temple can "naturally" address the name of Sugihara Tamako. Similarly, he can also listen to what this little girl cares about recently.

If all of this is still expelled from this world of mental imagery, he will have to take a more gentle approach.

Beichuan Temple thought so, and he no longer hesitated:

"Tamako Sugihara, I wonder if you would like to share some topics that you are interested in recently?"

Sugihara Tamako, whose name was called, was stunned for a moment, but soon recovered, stood up and walked to Beichuan Temple.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Aikawa." Sugihara Yuko nodded politely to Beichuan Temple, then turned to look at the students.

Should it be said that it is a student representative? There was no trace of stage fright.

"Since Mr. Aikawa asked me to come up to share the recent interesting experiences, I would be happy to tell the students about the interesting things that happened recently."

Her voice paused slightly, showing a calm air: "I don't know if the students have heard of such a strange story that was once circulated in Sacred Heart Girls' High School?"

Strange stories?

Beichuan Temple took another look at Sugihara Yuko, and lowered his eyes again when he didn't find anything unusual on the other party's face.

"The name of this weird talk is the Laughing Clown..."

Under the cadence of Sugihara Yuko's narration, the story began.

Mr. A is a clown. He often publicizes in the Shibuya neighborhood not far from Sacred Heart Girls' High School, making passers-by laugh.

No matter how sad the day was, he still never gave up hope and always faced others with a smile on his face.

But one day, Mr. A's father passed away.

Originally, he should have been crying very sadly, but what showed on his expression was only a genuine smile.

It turned out that without knowing it, a false smile had already occupied Mr. A's face. He couldn't show any other expression, so he couldn't mourn his father's death, he could only laugh, and forever and ever hide somewhere on the street corner dancing on one foot and being a clown.

This story is very short, and Yuko Sugihara portrayed a poor person in just a few words.

"Whether that smile is true or false, maybe only Mr. A knows?" Sugihara Yuko made a brief summary, and bowed to Beichuan Temple and the students on the ring seat: " The story I am more interested in recently is over, Aikawa-sensei."

"Yes." Kitagawa Temple nodded, and waved his hand to let Sugihara Tamako go down.

Seeing the other person walking down with a peaceful smile on his face, Beichuan Temple's eyes flickered slightly, and he clicked on the next person's name.

 …

The music lesson didn't actually last long.

Just after Beichuan Temple ordered two or three people to come to the stage, the scene turned again.

In this mind-like world, it seems that there is no concept of time and space at all, and everything revolves according to Sugihara Tamako's subconscious.

But what happened to the weird talk just now?

Laughing clown... what does this refer to?

Tamako Sugihara always faces other people with a smile.

Could it be that she wanted to use this to express something?

Beichuan Temple pondered and looked around.

It was still a dark and bright red evening.

There was a sense of unrest and frenzy in the air.

Beichuan Temple looked out of the window and found that the whole school was empty and there was no one in sight.

This is undoubtedly a very strange thing.

It stands to reason that now should still be the time for ministry and regiment activities.

The school was empty except for Beichuan Temple.

It's so quiet...

The shadow of Beichuan Temple was inexplicably elongated under the dim setting sun that seemed to be covered in blood, presenting a hideous shape.

He didn't pay attention to these, after looking out of the window, he scanned the surrounding situation again.

Medicine cabinets, hospital beds, desks and chairs, sinks...

"Health care room?" Beichuan Temple scanned the surrounding environment and pointed to the desk.

His attire hasn't changed a bit, it should still be Aikawahara.

"January 24th." Beichuan Temple picked up the calendar placed on the table, looked at the only date marked with a bright red circle, and fell into a subtle state of thinking.

This is the mental world of Tamako Sugihara, so can we draw the conclusion that January 24th is a special day for Tamako Sugihara?

"And why the infirmary?"

Judging from the way Sugihara Yuko looked at Kitagawa Temple several times, Aikawahara should be a very important person in her mind.

But if it's in the infirmary——

Beichuan Temple pinched his chin.

Knock knock knock.

There was a crisp knock on the door, and at the same time it was Yuko Sugihara's voice: "Mr. Aikawa, excuse me."

"En." Beichuan Temple nodded lightly.

Sugihara Yuko was standing by the door, looking at Beichuan Temple, and saw that he was standing by the window of the health care room, so she took a deep breath and walked towards him.

She looked flushed, and looked at Beichuan Temple with a bit of attachment and a bit of reverence: "The last piano competition... I won the second place relying on the skills my teacher taught me gone."

"Um."

If you are in doubt, just nod your head, and if you are still in doubt, you should respond.

That way you won't be suspected of talking too much.

But...Tamako Sugihara really has a special affection for Aikawahara.

"I'm really grateful to Mr. Aikawa!" Sugihara Yuko walked over quickly, with her hands resting on her chest.

When she was alone with Aikawahara, this girl seemed to have shed her quiet and gentle ladylike shell. She was like a little girl who had just been pregnant. When she saw the omnipotent teacher at this time, she naturally wanted to be with him. close.

"Really?" Beichuan Temple took two steps back calmly.

"Really, to meet such a good teacher as Aikawa-sensei...I really..." She said and shed tears.

She looked very endearing.

With Sugihara Yuko's teary eyes blurred, she raised her head and moved closer to Beichuan Temple, her cherry pink lips opened and closed:

"teacher..."

get closer——

any closer—

closer.

What should Aikawahara do at this time?

Beichuan Temple is not very clear about this issue.

But what he has to do is very simple.

Kitagawa Temple pushed Sugihara Tamako away without changing his face.

In reality, there is Mirai Kamiya who likes him, even if Mirai Kamiya still can't get an answer, it is impossible for Beichuan Temple to indulge in such an ugly desire in this kind of place.

After all, Tamako Sugihara is not the person he likes.

Moreover, after Sugihara Yuko showed such an expression, he has basically guessed what might happen next.

In the health room at dusk, the female high school student and the young male teacher—

It's just that what Beichuan Temple didn't expect was that the expected feeling of being expelled did not come.

He looked at Sugihara Tamako again.

Sugihara Yuko was standing where she was, looking at Beichuan Temple with her head tilted.

Her head was tilted exaggeratedly, as if her entire neck had been broken.

"Ms. Aikawa—"

Black blood oozes from Sugihara Yuko's crystal eyes, she looks at Aikawahara, her voice is shrill and hoarse, under the dim sunset, her whole body seems to be stained with blood:

"Did I tell a strange story during the day? Then there will be another strange story... an incredible legend——"

"In the Sacred Heart Girls' High School, there is a top floor that cannot be climbed. There were two people who were very close to each other. They made an agreement to commit suicide by jumping off the top of the building."

"They stole the key and came to the roof. They had agreed to count and jump together, but the person next to him watched the previous person jump off. When the previous person was dying, he walked away with a smile on his face. To the other side, the voice sarcasm—"

"I'm just playing for fun, who knew you were serious."

"But——from the very beginning, the two of them were accomplices. Someone violated the oath to die together... That oath will turn into a curse, constantly cursing the survivors."

Kitagawa Temple remained silent about what Sugihara Tamako said.

In his sight, Sugihara Yuko took out a sharp paper knife from her skirt pocket, and slashed her snow-white arm open.

Blood flow profusely.

"Am I still alive?! Aikawa-sensei?"

A miserable howl came from the front.

"Am I still alive?"

A sharp roar came from behind.

"Am I still...alive?" A distorted...distorted voice came from the top of Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple couldn't help raising his head.

Something is hanging over your head.

It was a twisted human body with its neck completely broken, and its ferocious limbs were unfolding——

watching him.

The setting sun...is a little coquettishly red.

 …

Familiar picture transformation, familiar sense of expulsion.

When Beichuan Temple came back to his senses again, he was already on the bench in the hospital.

On the other side, Sugihara Yuko was still lying quietly on the bed, but the sadness between her eyebrows became more serious.

"Brother Beichuan, are you alright?" Seeing that there was finally movement from Beichuan Temple, Nanami Qiaona hurried over and asked.

"It's not a big problem for the time being." Beichuan Temple waved his hand, and then pinched his eyebrows.

What is the meaning of those things I saw in the mind image world just now?

And why is there an inexplicable noise every time I go in?

What do those noises symbolize?

Laughing clown.

The top floor cannot be accessed.

What do these two ghost stories symbolize?

Or does it symbolize nothing?

After all, what does the Sacred Heart Girls' High School look like in reality?

There are too many mysteries right now.

The only thing that gave Beichuan Temple some clues was the role he played——

That is the case of Aikawahara.

"That man...what did he do to Sugihara Tamako in the health room after school on January 24th?"

There are too many things that I want to know, so Beichuan Temple does not want to continue to enter the world of Sugihara Yuko's mind image for the time being.

It is also possible to find out some things from reality.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple also raised his head.

The dimly lit classroom looks like a health care room painted red with blood...

Everything in the past is still sinking underground, making it impossible for people to discover it.

Thinking about something about mental patients today... for a while. Didn't update till now...sorry.