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The room fell into deathly silence.

Shop assistant A, panting heavily, slumped to the ground, her shirt soaked with sweat that clung stickily to her back.

He trembled as he reached for the bedside table, wanting to drink some water to calm down.

"Buzzing—"

The mosquitoes started buzzing again.

He felt like he was suffocating, as if someone had grabbed his neck tightly and forcefully, choking him.

It's just a mosquito! It's just a mosquito!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The frantic sounds drifted through the door, softly and quietly reaching the outside.

Asakusa Tetsu's lips curled up slightly.

That's enough for today.

He wasn't going to spend the whole day on this person.

In fact, the soundproofing of the advanced development dormitory is quite good. After all, it is funded by the government, so it is not as bad as having walls that let in drafts from all sides.

Otherwise, Ms. Kushida wouldn't have dared to 'sing' loudly in the middle of the night.

However, even the best soundproofing is still only for dormitories.

Improving physical fitness enhances more than just strength.

Asakusa Toru's hearing is equally acute, and combined with his seemingly useless but actually somewhat useful absolute pitch, he can accurately pinpoint the location of others even in a corridor, as long as he calms down a little.

In this way, the buzzing sound produced by transmitting sound in a secret way can reach the other person's ear in a precise direction.

Of course, this system still has some minor flaws.

When clerk A makes a frantic sound and shifts position, he has to readjust his direction and is forced to stop supplying clerk A with the buzzing sound.

But not important.

He couldn't discover this characteristic.

If he had discovered this, he wouldn't be a stalker shop assistant who's obsessed with his idols.

I estimate that if this continues for another two days, it will be enough to drive him insane.

Thinking about it this way, maybe losing an arm or a leg is actually a blessing for this guy.

......not good.

We still need to reflect on this.

I think I went a bit too far.

It's all Ayanokouji Kiyotaka's fault.

It's all the fault of the white gym.

Violence takes root, and the semblance of order crumbles.

However, losing an arm or a leg might not be a big deal.

After all, if Long Yuan could break a classmate's leg, it would be a bit too moral for him not to do something like that.

......

"Buzzing—"

The buzzing of mosquitoes echoed in her ears, but clerk A was already numb to it.

This is the umpteenth day that the buzzing of mosquitoes has been echoing in my ears.

He suspected he was cursed.

He originally intended to find a fortune-telling shop in the shopping mall, but when he arrived at the shop's location, he suddenly remembered that fortune-telling activities were not fixed. In order to meet students' needs for various activities that they could not do outside the school, such as concerts or amusement parks, the school would occasionally organize different activities.

Divination is one of them.

Whether or not a divination will be performed this year is still uncertain, and he can't find a diviner to help him break the curse.

He has tried countless methods online over the past few days, but none of them have worked.

Mosquitoes buzz at fixed times, just like they're going to work.

The only thing that brings me a moment of peace is going back to my dorm after get off work and repeatedly refreshing 'Shizuku's' blog, trying to see more photos to soothe my soul.

However, in recent days, 'Shizuku' has shown no intention of updating her blog at all.

Yes, are you having difficulties with your studies? I had the same problem during the midterm exams, but the exams just ended recently, right?

Yes, you've found a boyfriend?

No, no, how could that be? How could it be allowed?

Shizuku, Shizuku, Shizuku is mine—

"Buzzing—"

Perhaps it's because of the buzzing in my ears for too long.

Even when I'm not at work, even in the middle of the night, I can hear the buzzing of mosquitoes playing in my ears as if it's an auditory hallucination.

There's definitely something wrong with his mental state.

As expected, it's because Shizuku hasn't reciprocated my feelings, isn't it?

For no apparent reason, the shop assistant A had this thought.

As expected, I guess I have to confess in person to get a response.

Sending letters is too cowardly.

I need to express my love more directly!

Just as I made up my mind to do something, my terminal rang.

"You've been caught. Pack your bags and prepare to resign," the superior's calm voice rang out.

Suddenly, clerk A gripped the terminal tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

The superior's voice continued through the receiver:

"Students have reported that you have been stalking and harassing them for a long time, and the school has already verified the handwriting sample..."

"Buzzing—"

The buzzing of mosquitoes and auditory hallucinations reached their peak at this moment, and sticky sweat slid down his face, which was contorted with emotion.

Click.

A broken sound echoed in my heart.

Me? Reported? Subjected to long-term stalking and harassment?

Who can report me? Who would report me?

There is only one name in my heart.

One he regarded as a faith, one whose house was covered with posters, and one he believed to be his destiny.

Photo idol.

Shizuku.

She ignored my feelings, got a boyfriend, betrayed the expectations of her fans, and even turned around and reported them.

Without offering any explanation, the fact that her superior had issued such a notification meant that her letter had indeed reached the school.

No amount of talking can undo anything.

"..."

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The mosquito buzzing continued to echo, but the expression on the shop assistant A's face had long since collapsed.

Standing in front of the counter, he looked completely dazed.

Well, anyway, his highly developed professional career is over.

Why not do something crazy at the end?

He knows Shizuku-chan's dormitory address perfectly.

......

"Phew..." Stepping out of the shadows and watching the clerk A's swaying gait, Asakusa Toru let out a long sigh: "It's about time to end this."

What a waste of his time.

They painstakingly created mosquito buzzing to harass the other party and disrupt his mind. When his mind was nearing its breaking point, they simply had Kushida make a report call and kick him hard, extorting money from the school to clean up the mess at the end.

In the final moments of his mental breakdown, the actions and decisions he instinctively makes will directly determine how Asakusa Tetsu treats him.

Those who instinctively turn to evil will perish, and those who instinctively cower will meet their end.

It all depends on whether he intends to save face for himself.

"..." Looking at the direction that clerk A was heading, Asakusa Toru sighed softly, sentencing him to death.

Shop assistant A walked unsteadily, but with unusual determination, toward the student dormitory.

He carried a small utility knife in his pocket. It was a utility knife that posed no threat to a healthy man, but its sharp edge alone was enough to hold a vulnerable girl hostage.

He usually only used this knife to remove packaging, but he never expected it would come in handy at this time.

It really does take having the right tools.

Having a knife in hand made me feel much more at ease, and even the auditory hallucination of mosquitoes fading away a bit.

"Betrayal, betrayal, betrayal..." the murmured words repeated in his mouth. "Punishment, punishment, punishment..."

We can't let him continue down this path.

Asakusa Tetsu glanced at the surrounding cameras, pondering how to create an opportunity for 'self-defense'.

Although I attacked his mind with a mosquito-like hum, it didn't feel quite right not to actually punch him.

If we don't beat him up now, we'll never have another chance.

He was probably holding a knife in his pocket, but someone of this level of weakness wouldn't be able to hurt him even with a large machete, let alone a small knife.

After struggling for a moment, Asakusa Tetsu placed his hand on the voice changer at his collar.

Switch to Sakura's voice.

"I found that shop assistant disgusting before, and now that she's finally leaving, I'm so glad you're here, otherwise I don't know what I would have done."

"Mmm, kiss, darling—"

A sickeningly sweet voice entered her ears, and even the shop assistant, A, felt a moment of pleasure involuntarily.

But he quickly lost his joy.

Because this is definitely not the kind of sound he would make.

It was a fawning voice directed at a complete stranger!

It's disgusting. She rejects her fans who support her, but will she still lift up her skirt for other men?

Anger was building up.

My steps faltered, my brain subconsciously ignoring why I could hear such a sound, and I instinctively turned my body toward the direction from which the sound seemed to be coming from.

On the wide road, he clearly saw a man who could attract attention at a glance.

Ah, that's the face, the kind that attracts all women and makes them swarm around you.

It's disgusting.

I really want to slash him to pieces.

Ah, or rather, let's just shred it now.

With a cold smile playing on his lips, clerk A gripped the knife in his hand and moved closer to Asakusa Toru.

Closer, closer, closer.

enough!