I'm a teacher in Tokyo!

However, it is absolutely impossible for her to say these words aloud.

"Please, please do it!"

Kayako is my student; this is a dream.

But perhaps—

Even if—she is just a memory.

There are two systems at this school: one is living in the dormitory.

At the same time, she told herself that this was just a dream, that Kayako was fake, and that she might just be a memory of Tomie.

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I regretted throwing that thing in the trash.

But how could Kayako let Yoshizaki Kawa make things difficult for her? A bright smile appeared on her face as she wiped her eyes, which were wet from crying: "Okay! Brother, you have to draw me beautifully!"

So they turned their attention to the English class representative.

There is another type called "commuter living," which simply means that people who live close to home usually choose to live at home.

It was crumpled into a ball, then soaked, and finally left in a drawer for a day. Given that it was originally a sketch, unless time could be reversed, this piece of paper is absolutely beyond repair.

I sighed inwardly; there was no way to fix it.

Cooking, then eating.

All of these emotions vanished without a trace when he pushed open the door and found the still unconscious girl lying on the bed, and the obviously tattered piece of paper in the drawer.

"Let me pour you some warm water."

Why be so angry about something that is clearly unimportant?

After a while, he came to his senses and stood up, taking out a thermos from the wardrobe.

He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment. Damn it, it was so close!

"Brother...brother...are you done with get out of class?"

"I will be obedient from now on."

Yoshizaki Kawa, carrying his schoolbag, walked out of the school gate. As he looked at the sun receding into the distance,

Looking back on today, the children's individual thoughts, joys, sorrows, and emotions are just like real, vibrant lives.

"At this critical moment, only he can save Tomie!"

"What if Kayako joins this dream like before? Besides, even if it's just a memory, I still have to do things that match the dream. So... let's just leave it at that and treat her as the real Kayako."

Even if they could barely understand some of the words just now, they would still find it difficult to compete with them, even after searching through all their knowledge.

Then, he hurriedly prepared to leave.

This painting... what painting is it? It's clearly Kayako herself.

In this way, the world will have one less evil spirit, and the chance of destruction will be greatly reduced.

Should we blame him?

He was her brother, he was her everything.

Because it was a gift from my brother to me on my birthday, after he had spent a long time learning to draw for the first time.

Because he intended to surprise Kayako, Yoshizaki didn't say what he wanted to do with the paper.

Paradoxes can easily bring a person to their senses. As long as one does not forget the memories of the outside world, one can determine that this is just a dream world through the conflict of memories.

The next moment, Tomie Kawakami's body stiffened;

"Who would want something like that!"

If they woke up from this dream, what would they become?

How strange! I've actually developed feelings for a group of people who only exist in my dreams?

He was kneeling in front of Kayako, while Kayako was sitting, embracing his frail body. To be honest, Yoshizaki didn't feel much emotion, because the numbness in his feet kept coming from below.

The time came to nine o'clock in the evening.

Nothing, nothing can compare to it.

Would he be willing to make a move?

At the same time, Kayako saw Yoshizaki Kawa intending to take the painting and, thinking he was going to throw it away, instinctively reached out to stop him.

Yoshizaki stood up and glanced at the piece of paper in front of him, which had been pieced together and was now just a dark shadow.

As the words were uttered, everyone looked at Yoshizaki Kawa, who sat calmly in the middle, their eyes filled with admiration.

After pouring Kayako a cup of hot water, he said, "It was my fault before. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

He simply stood there, yet an immense pressure emanated from him. In the eyes of the English class representative, the classroom had turned into black and white.

To discard the painting is to abandon her.

Yoshizaki tried to let go, but Kayako held on tightly and wouldn't let go.

He then gently patted his chest, took a deep breath, and thought of the painting that had been pressed underneath, which he had only seen half of but was already excellent.

Looking at Tomie's appearance, Yoshizaki Kawa wanted to laugh.

Thinking of those English sentences that had just been whispered like a demon, carrying the power of a curse.

He wasn't a hard-hearted person. If he were, he would have acted immediately upon learning that killing Kayako would cause Tomie to self-destruct.

Seeing the latter's reddened ears, Yoshizaki knew that the best way to deal with a tsundere was to refuse, but when it came to this kind of thing, it was natural to know when to stop.

What if he gets angry or ignores me because of this?

She was really scared, really scared of being abandoned.

……

Thinking of this,

But memories can be faked, can't they?

She lowered her hand and watched as Yoshizaki took the paper away.

In dreams, emotions are an accumulation of negative realities. So when Kayako entered this dream, the unease and fear that were originally hidden in her heart surged out from the depths of her heart without reservation.

In reality, Tomie would rather suffer the consequences herself than make such a "request" to herself.

Why don't I carve it into a human shape with a carving knife and then draw another one using this line drawing?

Thinking of this, Yoshizaki Kawa decided to take the paper away, and he reached out his hand.

But just as she reached the classroom door, a voice suddenly came from behind her: "Do you want to draw?"

The classroom was quiet.

Upon seeing this, everyone held their breath and stared at the figure in front of them.

Tomie thought to herself.

Every time he appeared calm, it was like hearing thunder on flat ground or sipping tea in a storm in the eyes of the crowd—it was terrifying!

As the school bell rang,

A group of men had gathered in front of Yoshizaki Kawa;

"Godfather, please accept our bow!"

He slowly squatted down, looked at Kayako on the tatami mat, reached out and gently touched her forehead. Feeling that it was slightly warm, but not too hot, he gently touched Kayako's forehead with his own: "Did you take your medicine today?"

At that moment, he even felt ashamed of his own retreat.

That is something that carries important emotions.

Of course, one of the reasons is that Tomie is still young and therefore more open-minded.

The memories of the conflict receded quickly like a tide, and Yoshizaki regained his composure.

During class, Yoshizaki would occasionally step in and help the children fend off countless attacks.

After saying that, she quickly left the classroom and walked to a pillar.

The conflicting memories began to echo in my mind again.

Yoshizaki had convinced himself at that moment.

"I……"

His heart was filled with anxiety and regret, and memories of the girl from his dream quickly flooded back and took over his mind.

"Memory can be faked; it is the answer one obtains in the outside world, not the answer obtained from this world."

Nothing else matters.

Other students left the classroom one after another to go get lunch. Yoshizaki Kawa was packing up his things when almost everyone had left.

As Tomie passed by his desk, she said casually, "You're smart enough not to pursue the matter of you drawing me."

The white aura emanated from Yoshizaki Kawa, who took all the pressure upon himself, protecting the others in the classroom.

Of course, Yoshizaki could understand why Kayako cared so much; that fleeting thought was just a memory from a dream.