Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

In Kono Sakura's memory, Luo Zhen was the type who didn't care about anything except his part-time job.

He didn't care about his classmates or what the teacher said in class.

She only gets a little more energetic when the topic of 'part-time jobs' comes up occasionally.

In Kono Sakura's opinion, Luo Zhen must have found a job with a very good salary.

To a certain extent, they can achieve economic independence, at least enough to buy what they want.

This can be seen from Luo Zhen's usual behavior.

They wouldn't call themselves extravagant, but they're not stingy either.

Although Sakura Kono wanted to say that this kind of part-time job couldn't be done forever, and that she should focus on her studies instead.

But in the end, she didn't say it.

Although the two are friends, they are not close enough to talk about this.

It's best not to meddle in other people's business.

Suppressing her inner thoughts, Kono Sakura looked at Luo Zhen with curiosity.

"Yes, a little bit."

His keen interest in contained objects could also be attributed to his interest in urban legends and the like.

After a moment's thought, Luo Zhen gave an affirmative answer.

He also had his own little schemes.

If I establish a persona of being 'enthusiastic about urban legends,' it should be easier to collect such information in the future.

Often, the rumors circulating among students are about a certain containment object.

Sometimes even the research institute doesn't understand why these students are so well-informed.

Ultimately, they can only be categorized as Japanese high school students.

"Something unexpected, isn't it?"

Kono Sakura looked at Luo Zhen in surprise and said.

It doesn't seem right.

"why?"

"how to say?"

Kono Sakura hesitated, carefully choosing her words.

In her mind, people who are keen on urban legends should be the kind of people who are very gloomy and don't communicate with others.

Dark, unsociable, and said the room was filled with all sorts of posters and strange items.

These stereotypes formed Kono Sakura's impression of this type of person.

Ultimately, she herself had never met anyone who was enthusiastic about urban legends.

These images are all things I saw online to understand that type of person.

Although it may sound a bit biased, many people nowadays learn about others from what they've heard elsewhere.

It's not really wrong to criticize Kono Sakura for having this idea.

"Perhaps it's because our temperaments are different?"

After hesitating for a moment, Kono Sakura tentatively asked.

Aside from not being very sociable, Luo Zhen doesn't fit the bill at all.

Furthermore, Kono Sakura sensed that it wasn't that Luo Zhen couldn't get along with people, but simply that he felt it wasn't necessary.

I'd rather lie on my desk than talk to my classmates.

At least when he was chatting with Sakamoto and himself, he seemed quite normal.

"Maybe it's because I'm just interested?"

Luo Zhen could roughly guess what Kono Sakura was thinking.

After all, discrimination against otaku and similar groups is quite severe in Japan.

Many people, after being discovered to be homebodies, will even hide in the toilet to eat their bento boxes.

Although the toilet was clean, it's not a place to eat.

Some companies even explicitly prohibit employees from eating their lunch in the restroom.

"That's it."

Nodding, Sakura Kono didn't continue the discussion on that topic, but instead started talking about the Paranormal Research Club.

She could tell some information about this club.

"I remember that club only had five people."

As a member of the student council, Kono Sakura has memories of most of the clubs in the school.

This includes a ministry staff consisting of only one person.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Kono Sakura's deep impression of this club stemmed from the blatant protection of a certain unscrupulous teacher and the unique personality of a certain individual.

The Paranormal Research Department, which had once been on the verge of being shut down, naturally had an impression of it as well.

"The club president is a senior in the third year, and the remaining four are two freshmen and two second-year students."

"It's called a research department, but it's really just a club that plays games."

"However, their president really likes things related to urban legends."

"The club was basically supported by him."

After a brief recollection, Sakura Kono couldn't recall any useful information.

There are quite a few of these clubs in schools.

It's impossible for Kono Sakura to remember them all one by one.

Even their president's name, Kono Sakura, is a little hard to remember.

"Thanks."

Luo Zhen casually thanked him, but he wasn't too disappointed.

Currently, there are two possibilities.

Someone in this club accidentally came into contact with some organizations and was recruited into them.

This led to the discovery of the existence of SCP-3008.

Another possibility is that these individuals are all members of an organization.

However, the chances are slim.

Let's go check on it after school this afternoon to find out what's going on.

Luo Zhen wasn't worried about anyone causing trouble during this time.

As I said before, we must have faith in the power of government agencies.

For an ordinary person to cause trouble under the very nose of the human rights protection authorities is no less difficult than getting a crying angel to give up her obsession with the flesh on the back of her neck.

There are many small organizations that want to challenge the authority of the organization, and there are also quite a few people who want to cause trouble.

Yet, human rights agencies remain the dominant force in the shadows of the world.

To this day, the small groups that challenge the authorities still exist, though they have changed several times.

Someone looking to cause trouble?

They should be reincarnated soon.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Summoning Game?

After lunch break, Luo Zhen lazily lay on the table.

"I feel so sleepy after eating."

He let out a long yawn and stared blankly ahead.

Sakamoto, who was packing his schoolbag, turned around and looked at Luo Zhen thoughtfully, saying:

"You seem really tired lately."

When Sakamoto asked his question, Rozen once again resorted to his usual explanation.

"I had to work overtime at my workplace last night."

"I could have left work earlier, but I had a rather troublesome customer."

"That's it."

Sakamoto nodded, seemingly believing Luo Zhen's words.

In fact, Luo Zhen's perfunctory excuses are fine once or twice, but over time anyone would become suspicious.

In particular, Sakamoto himself is not a carefree person.

However, Sakamoto never questioned Luo Zhen's account.

As long as Luo Zhen uses that excuse, he will believe it.

Sakamoto had already suspected something about the so-called 'part-time job'.

Although several years have passed, Sakamoto still occasionally thinks of that crimson figure from back then.

My memory is hazy, but the figure with his back to his classmates remains vivid in Sakamoto's mind.

Although I don't know why everyone around me has forgotten about it.

But Sakamoto didn't care.

He didn't know what Luo Zhen's part-time job was, nor what he had been doing for the past two years.

But what does it matter?

Pushing up his glasses, Sakamoto continued flipping through the book in his hands.

If someone were to pick up the book in Sakamoto's hand, they would be surprised to find that it wasn't a high school textbook.

Instead, they are books that are highly specialized.

He is also working hard in his own way.

Good afternoon, everyone.

Shizuka Hiratsuka, wearing a white lab coat and carrying lecture notes, walked into the classroom.

After scanning the classroom, they began taking attendance.

"Hayama Hayato."

"arrive."

"Miura Yumiko."

"arrive."

"Oreki Houtarou."

"arrive."

A response, noticeably quieter than before, rang out.

Hiratsuka Shizuka didn't mind and continued calling out names from the roster.

To be honest, Luo Zhen couldn't understand this behavior at all.

It would be understandable if this were in a university, since seats aren't fixed and you wouldn't immediately notice if someone missed their seat.

But this is a high school.

You can tell who didn't come at a glance, okay?

"Luo Zhen."