Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Ah ~

Comfortable~

Wow, alcohol is really powerful.

But was my alcohol tolerance really that bad before?

Even the dwarves' wine couldn't get him drunk...

Humans are truly fascinating creatures...

And so, the goat-headed man lay down on the bed in the small inn and fell fast asleep.

He even turned over in his sleep and scratched his butt.

In the classroom, Hachiman Hikigaya felt that something was really wrong with him.

'what is going on? ’

Sitting in my seat felt like leaning against an iceberg.

A chill swept over his body from behind, making him feel as if he were in an ice cellar.

Hachiman Hikigaya felt his thoughts were in disarray.

I was fine at noon, but I don't know when my mind started to be occupied by all sorts of random thoughts.

Just like when he first got the oil lamp.

After this period of time, Hachiman Hikigaya has almost been able to control that impulse.

They can even ignore the presence of the oil lamp and concentrate on their lessons.

He originally thought his life was about to return to normal, and he could continue being an inconspicuous student.

That impulse was stirred up once again, even more fiercely than before.

His chaotic thoughts were gradually swallowed up.

Even the strongest will crumbled little by little.

It doesn't mean that his personality or soul was devoured.

Rather, it was his will that was broken; even though he knew there was something wrong with the oil lamp, he still couldn't help but want to use it.

Hachiman Hikigaya knew something was wrong with him.

His rationality was like that of a soldier surrounded by enemies in a lonely city.

Although it is still putting up a last-ditch resistance, the fall of this city is only a matter of time.

"Hey classmate? Hey classmate? Your homework?"

"what?"

In a daze, Hachiman Hikigaya heard someone calling him.

He suddenly raised his head, his pupils, gradually becoming bloodshot, looking at the person in front of him.

"You, your homework."

The person being stared at was also startled.

When Hachiman Hikigaya looked up, she almost thought she was going to get hit.

"Give."

Fortunately, the gloomy guy, who seemed to be in a bad mood, eventually gave her the homework as usual.

What a false alarm!

Patting her chest, the girl left the classroom with her homework.

I happened to run into a very familiar figure.

"Sakamoto-san."

Even though she appeared with Sakamoto, only Sakamoto was recognized.

It seems that Luo Zhen isn't very famous among girls.

Chapter 355 The great philosopher Dio Brando once said...

With his head buried in his arms, Hachiman Hikigaya struggled to control the surging emotions within him.

On the one hand, his reason told him that he could not use that oil lamp.

But on the other hand, he couldn't help wanting to make a wish.

It sounds a bit complicated.

To put it simply, before the exam, you know you should be studying, but you still can't resist taking out your phone to play games or watch short videos.

Even knowing that such behavior is wrong, one may still feel guilty.

But the body still obediently gave in to the situation.

Playing on your phone is so much more fun, why bother reading a book?

Hachiman Hikigaya's current situation is even more serious than this.

Similar to some drug addicts who still retain their rationality.

Even though I know I can't go on like this, I still can't help but cross that line.

My head was pressed against the table, feeling it go from cold to warm.

Hachiman Hikigaya's mind was also racing.

'Why not use such a good thing when we already have it?'

"Didn't we already make a wish before? And nothing happened, right?"

'Everything will be alright, make a wish.'

'Now there's a great opportunity to escape a boring youth.'

'Anything you want to do can be achieved, as long as you use this oil lamp.'

The backpack zipper was unzipped.

Hachiman Hikigaya's hand had somehow left the table and was now touching his schoolbag inside the desk.

The fingertip was less than a centimeter away from the oil lamp.

Through the zipper opening, Hachiman Hikigaya stared blankly at the dazzling gold.

The oil lamp, originally made of brass, now looked as fascinating as glittering gold to him.

With his hand outstretched, Hachiman Hikigaya was about to take it out.

The moment my fingertips touched the cold lampshade—

"Ah! It's Sakamoto-san!"

"Where where?"

"I saw it! So handsome!"

Wow! He's so tall!

"I have his picture on my phone."

"Really? Send me a copy!"

A suppressed scream came from the classroom.

Hachiman Hikigaya's lips twitched, and he subconsciously looked up in the direction from which the voice came, preparing to deliver a sarcastic remark in Hachiman Hikigaya's style.

So what exactly is the Hachiman Hikigaya style?

Is it the "dead fish eye" style?

Why do I so naturally associate complaining with mockery?

My mind, which had been occupied by all sorts of chaotic thoughts, was now only filled with吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for complaining/criticizing).

Following the gaze of the girls, Hachiman Hikigaya saw a tall figure.

As a Japanese person, Sakamoto's height is indeed excessively tall.

'This guy must be at least 1.9 meters tall, right?'

He's at least 1.85 meters tall.

"Didn't that girl say he was 2.2 meters tall? That's obviously not scientifically possible."

'But these girls are really making a fuss over nothing.'

He rolled his eyes, and Hachiman Hikigaya's mind calmed down a little.

But only some.

After glancing at the oil lamp in his backpack, Hachiman Hikigaya laboriously zipped up the zipper.

I plan to find a suitable place to make a wish after school this afternoon.

Yes, he still hasn't given up on making a wish.

He had always managed to stop at the last minute in the past, but not this time.

There was not even the thought of stepping on the brakes.

It has a kind of indomitable spirit.

"Something seems a bit strange?"

Stroking his chin, Luo Zhen said thoughtfully.

He had also noticed the stunned expression on Hachiman Hikigaya's face.

They look just like addicts having an episode.

Don't doubt it, Luo Zhen has seen those guys who lose their minds over a little bit of powder.

By that time, they could no longer be considered human.

They have become slaves to their desires.

A withered face, emaciated limbs, a dull expression, and severely damaged nerves.

So much so that those guys looked like a bunch of fresh zombies.

Their unusual behavior was obvious as they walked.

The addicts who walk briskly in movies don't exist in reality.

Because their nerves have been severely damaged.

Even daily life is difficult, let alone running.

If you were to actually run, you'd fall to your death within five steps.

Their minds only become active when they are indulging in desires, amidst chaos.

Hachiman Hikigaya's expression reminded him of those pitiful yet hateful people.

The struggle between the last vestiges of reason and desire, the conflicting thoughts were almost written all over his face.

'I remember those guys were all wiped out before, right?'

A similar thought swirled in Luo Zhen's mind before being swept away.

Although we don't know exactly what happened to Hachiman Hikigaya, he must have encountered some tricky problems.

Now we just need to wait for the members of the organization to compile a summary of Hachiman Hikigaya's situation over the past few days.

Luo Zhen will then decide how to treat this infamous one of the four campus bullies.

"Did you find anything?"

Sakamoto, standing next to Luo Zhen, asked.

The whispers and low screams of the girls around him were not to his ears.

After all these years, he's long been used to girls' enthusiasm.