Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

That is, when the teacher is not in the classroom, the whole class is noisy and bustling, like a festive market.

But at some point, the classroom suddenly fell silent.

There were no warning signs, and no prior agreement.

It just fell silent so abruptly.

No one in the class knew what had happened or why they had stopped.

Is there a ghost?

Yumiko Miura's expression turned unnatural.

She didn't know what the two women were like, but she always felt that something was watching her.

If it's about ghosts and monsters....

Yumiko Miura's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"I've heard similar claims before."

At this moment, Hina Ebina, who had just realized what was happening, whispered:

"It is said that the human brain subconsciously blocks out things that are beyond its cognition or acceptance."

"When you feel like something is watching you nearby, but you can't see anything..."

Hina Ebina didn't continue speaking, but the meaning behind it was self-evident.

In fact, neither Hina Ebina nor Yui Yuigahama paid much attention to this matter.

It's just a coincidence.

After all, there are so many people in the world, how could it be that I'm the only one who happens to encounter ghosts?

Impossible, impossible.

But Yumiko Miura, caught in the middle, is not so optimistic.

'The feeling of being watched, something unseen...'

The horror stories the two told were like a key that unlocked the fear in Miura Yumiko's heart.

Many horror story plots I had seen before kept replaying in my mind.

The more you try to ignore it, the more you can't help but think about it.

The gradually darkening sky made Miura Yumiko's body feel even colder.

In many legends, dusk represents the time when demons appear, the time when the human world and the ghost world are closest.

Countless demons and ghosts will sneak into the human world.

"No, stop talking! Let's go back!"

Yumiko Miura interrupted the two who were having a lively conversation, grabbed her handbag, and strode out of the cake shop.

Yui Yuigahama and Hina Ebina exchanged a glance, both reading confusion and doubt in each other's eyes.

What's wrong with Yumiko?

"They're out."

The little devilmon, who had been observing from the shadows, suddenly brightened up.

It's finally here after waiting for so long.

"Pumpkin Beast, the rest is up to you."

Turning around, Devimon spoke to a Digimon that had appeared there at some point.

Actually, it would be more reliable for Digimon like Wizardmon to do this kind of thing, but there's no other way now.

"give it to me."

The pumpkin beast spoke in a peculiar tone, like a villain at a Halloween opera.

Meanwhile, Luo Zhen, who had been under Hirasawa's watchful eye all along, finally left the school.

Looking at the dim sky, Luo Zhen sighed inwardly.

Chapter 504 The Gradually Deviating Trajectory

Pumpkinmon is a doll-type Ultimate-level Digimon.

It looks like a Halloween doll.

The body is a white doll-like body, and you can see the stitching marks.

Its head is a huge pumpkin face, with an axe stuck on top of it.

If it were placed at night, it might scare a lot of people.

However, Pumpkinmon, as a Perfect-level Digimon, is not particularly powerful.

They are fully qualified to compete for the title of the complete basement.

Myotismon, being a Perfect-level monster, is far superior to Pumpkinmon in terms of combat power.

It's like comparing the top students and the lower-ranked students in a school with ten thousand students.

Sometimes the difference between these two can be so great that they seem like people from two different worlds.

"Leave it to me next."

As if a ghost were making its entrance in a Halloween opera, Pumpkinmon glanced at Devimon and quickly followed Miura Yumiko and the other two.

Even though its combat power is a disgrace to many fully-fledged beings.

But Pumpkinmon was still somewhat arrogant in front of a little Devimon in its growth stage.

Even if this little Devimon is a trusted subordinate of Myotismon.

Despite Pumpkinmon's somewhat hostile attitude, Devimon seemed unconcerned.

Like Pumpkinmon, Chiba's little Devimon is also somewhat proud.

This arrogance does not stem from ability.

Rather, it comes from wisdom.

Since its last invasion of the real world and its near-death experience after being chased by that crazy woman (actually, it was because it was too weak and was ignored), LittleDevimon seems to have unlocked its full potential.

His mind was no longer filled with fighting and killing, and he no longer resembled a villainous extra.

Since then, it has thought a lot and finally realized a truth.

What does fighting, killing, and conquering the world have to do with a little Devimon in its growth stage?

Just make sure you survive.

After Pumpkinmon had been gone for a while, Devimon calmly flapped its wings and followed.

Anyway, I don't need it to fight, as long as I can collect Despair, that's fine.

If Chiba's little Devimon were placed in the human world, it would have a specific name.

They call him a seasoned veteran.

He is senior, experienced, and powerful. He is good at reading people and also likes to play dumb to take advantage of others.

These people are much more troublesome than those new recruits who are always ready to fight.

"Hey, Yumiko, don't you feel like something's following us?"

Yui Yuigahama rubbed her arms and asked in a low voice.

She didn't know when it started, but she always felt like something was following her.

At first I thought it was just my imagination, but the feeling grew stronger over time.

The gaze from behind also changed from a prying look to an almost blatant stare.

It was at this moment that Yui Yuigahama realized what it truly felt like to have a gaze that was almost tangible.

"I think so."

Before Miura Yumiko could speak, Ebina Hina chimed in.

Her senses weren't as sharp as Yui's.

It wasn't until I noticed Yui Yuigahama looking around and her unusual expression that I belatedly realized what was going on.

This feeling is very bad.

"I've had this feeling since I started in the cake shop."

As Miura Yumiko kept pressing her phone, her expression grew increasingly grim.

If you call it stalking and obsessive behavior, isn't that a bit too arrogant?

After noticing that someone seemed to be watching her from behind, Miura Yumiko deliberately led the other two toward a more crowded area.

Hopefully, this will deter that guy behind us, whoever he is, whether he's a idiot or something.

But why is this guy still here?

Their gazes became increasingly unrestrained.

"Ok?"

What Miura Yumiko didn't notice was that the boy she had just seen at the cake shop brushed past them.

Another classmate from school was with her.

"Miyamura, what are you looking at?"

Kyoko Hori, who had changed into a set of loungewear, asked with some confusion.

Following Miyamura Izumi's gaze, I saw three very pretty girls.

...........

"I said, Miyamura?"

After a two-second silence, Hori Kyoko gave a kind smile.

Although she was smiling, Izumi Miyamura felt a chill run down her spine.

Not good!

That smile is definitely not a good sign!

"Ah, those three girls bought cakes from our store earlier, and they're students from our school, so we're a little concerned about them."

"I don't know them and I've never spoken to them."

Driven by an overwhelming survival instinct, Miyamura Izumi spoke at breakneck speed, rattling off a long string of words.

If it's not explained properly, things could get really bad.

He knew all too well about Hori Kyoko's possessiveness.

"That's it."

After hearing Miyamura Izumi's explanation, Hori Kyoko's expression returned to normal.

I believed it so easily.

As for whether Miyamura Izumi would lie or not.

She hadn't considered it.

The two chatted about school matters as they walked away.

What Miyamura Izumi didn't say was that he was actually focused on the blonde girl in the middle.

To be precise, it was her action of constantly pressing buttons on the black-screened phone.

However, Izumi Miyamura didn't pay much attention to it.

It's probably because they put on a screen protector to prevent peeping.

"I just messaged Ye Shan and the others; they should be here soon."

"Put the phone back in your bag," Miura Yumiko said, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible.