Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Once the containment was confirmed, Luo Zhen turned and walked away.

He planned to check on Sakamoto's situation later.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, Sakamoto will be extremely busy for the next period of time.

Because he will be learning many things, all of which he has never encountered before.

By the time Luo Zhen finished writing the report, night had almost fallen.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but tonight seems to have come earlier than usual.

At least Kitahara Haruki felt it was much earlier than expected.

"Tsk, why can't there be any reliable guys?"

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, Kitahara Haruki felt a little irritated as she thought about the events of the day.

After being rejected by Light Music Club and Ryouma, he tried many ways to get Light Music Club to agree to 'cooperate with him and Ogiso Setsuna to perform at the graduation ceremony'.

Naturally, they were all rejected.

Ultimately, why does he think others should agree to this request?

But Kitahara Haruki didn't think he had done anything wrong at all.

Normally, no matter what he wants to do, his classmates will compromise with him, and he has gotten used to this situation.

But the sudden series of setbacks after leaving his own circle made him very unhappy.

If this were a comedy anime, Kitahara Haruki would probably be surrounded by a large amount of black, materialized resentment right now.

Unfortunately, this is not the place; only Kitahara Haruki himself can feel the resentment within him.

Of course, some non-human beings can also sense it.

'What a wonderful grudge.'

In the darkness, something seemed to be eyeing Kitahara Haruki.

The cheerful music that was often played in the amusement park started from somewhere and slowly entered Kitahara Haruki's ears.

"Huh? What music is that?"

Stopping in his tracks, Kitahara Haruki thought with some surprise.

Chapter 161 Kitahara Haruki was terrified

"This music sounds familiar?"

Listening carefully to the faint music, Kitahara Haruki had a somewhat unexpected thought.

It sounds like a children's song that's played in amusement parks.

But the songs that should have been cheerful and heartwarming took on an eerie quality under the cover of night.

"But where is this again?"

Without thinking too much, Kitahara Haruki looked around at the scenery in a daze.

He had been feeling very irritable, so he decided to go out for a walk to clear his head.

There was no deliberate route planning; we just went wherever we ended up.

Now that he has stopped, he wonders if he is lost.

"This should be that park they mentioned before, right?"

After carefully observing the surrounding scenery, Kitahara Haruki thought to himself, "I'm not lacking in something."

He had heard his classmates mention this place before, but he didn't really know much about it.

Because when he went up to ask, the students quickly ended the conversation and returned to their seats.

Sensing the other party's rejection, Kitahara Haruki didn't bother to approach and ask.

Instead, after returning to his seat, he criticized several people with great dissatisfaction.

After turning his head to look around for a while, Kitahara Haruki wanted to see if there were any iconic buildings around.

Kitahara Haruki turned off her phone before leaving home, intending to clear her head.

At the time, he was thinking that he didn't want to be bothered by unnecessary news.

In fact, no one messaged or called him during this period.

"Hurry up."

Looking at the phone's boot screen, Kitahara Haruki had never felt that her phone booted up so slowly.

The eerie song that lingered in his ears made him feel uneasy.

Perhaps he'll feel a little more at ease once he turns on his phone.

"All right."

Looking at the familiar interface on her phone, Kitahara Haruki couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although if he were to encounter real danger, a cell phone could neither protect him nor serve as a weapon.

But a light source in the darkness always gives people a sense of security.

Just like that doll in the distance.

etc. . . .

"doll?"

Coming to his senses, Kitahara Haruki looked up in surprise at what was in front of him.

A strange guy dressed in a mascot costume appeared at the intersection across the street at some point.

The mascot costume emitted a faint glow, with its eyes and exaggeratedly smiling mouth shining the brightest.

In a daze, one could even see what appeared to be a beam of light.

Kitahara Haruki couldn't see the details clearly, since they were very far away.

"Gudong."

Kitahara Haruki subconsciously swallowed.

Is this some kind of prank?

After all, there are many outrageous prank shows in Japan, and Kitahara Haruki is quite familiar with these shows.

For ordinary passersby, these shows sometimes go really too far and have no bottom line, as if they can do anything.

Although Kitahara Haruki himself enjoyed watching it.

But at this moment, when these pranks might fall on her own head, Kitahara Haruki felt a bit of hatred for these unscrupulous production teams.

It's really hateful!

"Whoo~"

Taking a deep breath, Kitahara Haruki believed she was mentally prepared.

Those production crews have absolutely no chance of scaring him!

The violent beating of my heart in my chest seemed to be gradually calming down.

Just as Kitahara Haruki was about to yell at the production crew who were secretly filming from who-knows-where, the three-meter-tall doll moved.

He took a slow first step and then began to walk slowly.

After a few steps, I started jogging, and after about ten meters, I started sprinting.

"Hey!"

It was only then that Kitahara Haruki noticed that the eerie song seemed to be coming from the doll.

As the doll drew closer, the song gradually grew louder and clearer.

Despite having planned it all out, Kitahara Haruki still felt an urge to grab his leg and run away.

But his trembling legs stood motionless in place.

"Move!"

Kitahara Haruki roared inwardly.

But his body wouldn't obey his commands at all.

Just as the doll stepped onto the intersection in front of Kitahara Haruki, an accident occurred.

"Oh!"

A cargo truck came straight out and hit the doll, sending it flying.

Looking at the motionless doll lying on the ground, Kitahara Haruki slowly typed a question mark.

?

Are you trying to extort money from me?

For a moment, Kitahara Haruki felt that she had countless things to say.

The previously stiff body seemed to relax a bit.

"Hey, are you okay?"

The truck driver got out of the vehicle somewhat flustered and asked.

He's just an ordinary delivery driver; if something really happens, he can't afford to pay for it.

And actually, he can't be blamed for this.

He was just driving normally.

He should not be held primarily responsible for this accident.

If I had to say something, he might have been driving a bit too fast.

Just as the driver was frantically trying to call an ambulance, the doll lying on the ground stirred.

"Is he still alive?!"

This brought a glimmer of hope to the driver; as long as he was still alive, that was all that mattered.

But Kitahara Haruki sensed something was amiss.

Despite being hit head-on by a cargo truck, there was no blood seeping through the mascot costume she was wearing.

He didn't want others to die, but he genuinely felt that something was wrong.

Although there were bloodstains on the mascot costume, they looked like they had been stuck on a long time ago and had dried out.

The entire mascot costume looked like it hadn't been washed in years.

Don't ask Kitahara Haruki why he knows these things.

Teenage boys often know some strange and completely useless knowledge.

Somewhat uneasy, Kitahara Haruki lowered her head, wondering if she should call her friend.

This way, if any problems arise, a friend can immediately call the police, preventing the person from disappearing without explanation.

As Kitahara Haruki scrolled through her phone's contact list, she hesitated slightly.

He wasn't sure if he should call out now.

"I said, you..."

While dialing the emergency number on his phone, the driver spoke to the doll with a hint of complaint.

Even now, he still thinks that the person lying on the ground is just an idiot in a mascot costume who doesn't look where he's going.

"Oh!"

A dull crashing sound sounded.

Warm drops splashed onto Kitahara Haruki's face.

Hesitantly, he raised his hand and wiped it off.

A scarlet color came into Kitahara Haruki's view.