flstandardbreds Chapter 339 My Undead
Chapter 339 My Undead
After the rain stopped, I walked back to the high school with Geto Suguru.
Along the way, it seemed that I accidentally scared a lot of people.
The first to bear the brunt was Ichichi, who had just stepped into the school gate. I can swear on every dollar in Fushiguro Shige's pocket that his eyes were bigger than copper bells and his mouth was wider than a buffalo.
The documents in his hand flew out with a crackling sound, and the papers inside were covered with dirty mud, and the ink marks were all seeped into clumps.
He cried out in a piteous voice, "I spent two days writing reports!"
Hiss...it's handwritten, how many overtime hours will I have to work to make up for it...As a fellow office worker, I immediately empathized with her.
"That...that that..." Yidizhi was extremely panicked. He raised his glasses again and again, stammered, hugged himself tightly, and asked tremblingly, "Excuse me, is it..."
"Yes, it's what you think."
"Ms. Tiger Stick, are you alive?"
Not really alive. In fact, I wasn't dead at all. I was just dragged to Ryomen Sukuna's space and fought with him several times.
Seeing that I came back without agreeing to any conditions, he must be pissed off inside now, haha~
"Yeah." I nodded, then shifted my gaze to the ground and asked sympathetically, "What about your documents?"
Actually, I didn't mean to scare him, but I didn't expect his grip to loosen so quickly. He was so far away and there was no way to save him.
"It's okay, it's okay." He shook his head quickly, swallowing his saliva and explaining, "In fact, what was originally written here was about your funeral. Now, it has become a pile of waste paper. It's just..."
"Huh? Just what," I asked.
"It's just, it's great." Yidizhi took a deep breath, tears welling up in his eyes, he looked up and said, "You're still alive, it's really great."
Seeing him in such a state, I was deeply moved. I grabbed his hand and said, "I never thought that my resurrection would make you cry with joy, Mr. Ijichi."
"No... wuwuwuwu..." He was even more excited than me. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face while crying to me, "It's so good that I don't have to be forced by Mr. Gojo and Mr. Geto Suguru to resurrect you, wuwuwuwu..."
Ah this.
Just then, Gojo Satoru came over after class and asked in confusion, "Ichichi, why are you crying?"
I stared at him expressionlessly: "Maybe he is crying about his miserable life."
Gojo Satoru: "?"
Before I could calm Ijichi down, the second victim walked out from the other side in a tidy manner.
Nanami, wearing a technical college uniform, with neatly groomed blonde hair and a leopard print tie, appeared behind me.
He first completely ignored Gojo Satoru as usual, then nodded to Ijichi, and finally looked at me.
Then he stopped, frowned, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and rubbed the trigeminal nerve vigorously. After about three seconds, he put them back on.
"Good morning, Mr. Nanami." I blinked, not knowing what to say, so I asked like those socially anxious people who like to have awkward conversations, "Come to work?"
"No." He looked calm, as if the person standing in front of him was not a resurrected auditor, but just an ordinary plant in the college. "I just finished overtime and am going back to rest."
"Goodbye then, have a good rest."
"Yes, I will." He passed over my shoulder and prepared to continue walking out. He seemed to be talking to me, but also seemed to be muttering to himself, "Is there any medicine that can treat hallucinations caused by excessive fatigue? I must go back and check it online."
"Wait, Mr. Nanami." Ijichi called him in a low voice and explained awkwardly, "This is not your illusion. Miss Yuji is really alive."
Who would have thought that Nanami paused, did not turn back, and said numbly: "It seems that Ichichi was also my illusion."
p.s. I ignored Gojo Satoru the whole time.
Gojo Satoru was very unhappy and was about to make a scene. He jumped in front of Nanami and shouted, "Nana Ming, am I also your illusion?"
However, Nanami just glanced at him dimly, walked around him, and continued to walk away with heavy steps.
Gojo Satoru: “….”
The child can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
Anyway, after this commotion, the entire college was in an uproar.
The second-year students, except for Otsutsuki who was on a business trip, did not attend classes and dragged Haibara along with them.
There were also the cafeteria's chefs, serving ladies, cleaners, maintenance workers, and even Principal Ye Moth, who was having a headache because Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had another fight and destroyed a wall last month.
They surrounded me, making me look like a rare dinosaur that had traveled through time and space and just returned from the Jurassic period.
Even Panda doesn’t have this kind of treatment!
Oh, even Panda is watching me.
However, after looking around for a long time, I still couldn't see any trace of the three first-year students, so I couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did Tiger Stick and the others go?"
Not in school now?
"Oh, that..." Maki touched her nose, glanced at me with a strange look, and said in a rather subtle tone, "They said that they will go to the suburbs to commemorate your soul today."
Oh my undead, wait...
"........ha?"
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Anyway, let’s go back to the present.
Facing me was a photo of the dead that was printed out in a 1:1 ratio.
The three children were thoughtful enough to buy a high-quality mahogany frame with a big white flower hung on the top. On the back, there were two lines of couplets.
On the left is written: "The voice and appearance are still there." On the right is written: "Live forever."
If you move your gaze to Mingzhao, it will be even more amazing.
A big, pre-prepared fire basin, wreaths, paper mobile phones, comic books, skirts, and... photos of a group of half-naked handsome guys?
Well...the handsome guys are all pretty good, there are stars, male models, idols, 2D male gods, oh, even the famous founder of the Champagne Tower is there, too many to count, absolutely too many to count.
If I really went down there and looked at these photos, life would not have been bad, right?
After lingering on the photo for a while, I looked away and looked at the three people who were in a daze.
Megumi Fushiguro was the farthest away, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on me, without blinking, and he didn't say a word.
Wild Rose took a deep breath and asked Yuji, "What day is it today?"
Yuji swallowed and replied, "It seems like it's the sixth day."
"So... you managed to get back before the seventh day?" Wild Rose asked solemnly.
The two of them looked at each other solemnly, then approached me cautiously, moving gently, as if they were afraid of scaring me. Ye Qiangwei asked me in a low voice: "Sister Youxin, you came back now, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
There was a bit of excitement and anxiety in the nervousness.
I:"........."
They must have thought I was a ghost.