Tokyo Trickster

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In the first ball, Amamiya Ren did not perform well. He had never participated in the volleyball club's training. His five basic skills, serve, pad, pass, spike and block, seemed awkward and rough.

Kamoshida caught it easily, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

But that hope was soon dashed.

For the second ball, Amamiya Ren seemed to have a sudden epiphany and counterattacked with great agility. The amazing pressure made Kamoshida feel as if he was back in the final volleyball tournament of the Olympics.

He saw many familiar figures in the ball, including his biological father, his coach, his teammates, and the countless volleyball club students he had taught.

His counterattack seemed extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders.

The volleyball flying from the sky seemed to be his life, flying to the peak and about to fall to the bottom, smashing his life to pieces.

The third ball...

Perfectly imitate Kamoshida's movements, and then perform them with more skill and exquisite techniques than his.

A sharp and gorgeous shot.

The ball speed is unprecedented.

The volleyball hit Kamoshida's knee at close range, causing him to stagger in pain for a moment.

Kamoshida fell to his knees once again.

His knee was shattered.

I finally realized that this volleyball does not belong to me.

But...

Yellow and blue bands converge towards a point like a spiral.

They are the lives of countless young people who have been ruined by themselves.

Kamoshida raised his head tremblingly, and all he saw was Amamiya Ren's condescending gaze.

No hatred or anger.

Just bone-chilling cold.

The glory of the former Olympic champion, along with the talent and skills that he was proud of, were completely shattered by a young man who had only been in contact with volleyball for less than three minutes.

Amamiya Ren did not actually kill him.

"See you in reality."

The thief's back disappeared in the ruins formed by the collapsing palace.

The king was left in despair.

(4th update. 8.2k words. Please vote!!!)

Today's update is super late, don't wait

Today's update is super late, don't wait.

I wrote a long chapter of 4k words, which tells the story of Kamo Shida's super defense breakdown.

I revised it dozens of times from morning till now, and then the school lost the Internet at 23:30 in the evening. I used Qidian's Writer Assistant, and the 4k-word super-detailed chapter was directly cleared from the copy-paste key after refreshing the webpage.

I am still in the recommended position. If I stop updating, I will stop being recommended.

I have a 1500-word handwritten paper to hand in tomorrow. And tomorrow I have to wait until 8am.

There is no other way but to work through it all over again overnight.

What is left in the writer's assistant is the 700-word draft from this morning. It is completely unrecognizable and I can't even remember what it ended up looking like.

I am as defenseless as Kamo Shida is in the story.

Dry weather: 030. The King's Death

During lunch break, in the equipment management room of the gymnasium.

Kamo Shida woke up suddenly from a nightmare, with a sharp phantom pain in his right knee, like a knife scraping or a hammer hitting him.

He dreamed of the atrocities he had committed against students during the years he had worked at Xiu Gao.

As the temple of the mind collapsed, the twisted desire also dissipated.

The values ​​and morals that a normal person should have returned to him, and the unspeakable guilt and regret almost swallowed up Kamoshida's rationality.

Losing his twisted desires doesn't mean that Kamoshida has lost the dark side of his humanity. He is now in a state of mad reversal between "continue to protect the existing life" and "apologize to all the victims".

Kamo Shida finally gave up the idea of ​​turning himself in. He didn't want to go to jail.

We must find a way...

"Teacher Kamoshida!" The door to the equipment room suddenly opened, and a senior boy rushed in, panting. He looked terrified, "Hurry up and check the school forum! Our secrets have been exposed!"

"Which one?" Kamo Shida suppressed his panic, thinking of the notices posted all over the school. After checking the surveillance, he couldn't find the culprit at all, as if those things had grown out of thin air. The only thing that could be called a suspicion was a clown card left on the bulletin board.

"Ami! It's Asami!" The boy was anxious, spewing out a long string of names, "And Xingxiang, D Ji, Aino... all their stories have been spread to the forum!"

“Yonghui, calm down,” Kamoshida took a deep breath, “Those guys won’t dare to admit it.”

"Teacher," the boy called Yonghui trembled all over, "If someone really calls the police..."

"Yonghui!" Kamoshida shouted to calm him down, "Go back to class honestly."

"Yes."

There was a mixture of anxiety and impatience in Kamoshida's eyes.

Yonghui is his confidant in the volleyball club, and he often gets involved in bullying female members. In places he doesn't notice, the small group headed by Yonghui and Miyagi seems to have done bad things that even he dares not do. The best proof is that there are girls who quit the club or even transfer to other schools. But Kamoshida doesn't care about it. He regards it as a reward for them and then takes the initiative to suppress public opinion.

I heard that those guys often commit acts of rape in secret.

Kamoshida broke out in a cold sweat. If all these things were revealed to the Metropolitan Police Department, he, as the person who was openly bearing the greatest public pressure, would definitely lose the qualification to live in this city.

He had already decided to cut off ties and push these students who had done wrong behind his back to take the blame... No, they should have taken the main responsibility. Coincidentally, Miyagi, who was the most involved in all aspects, had already transferred to another school, so it was up to me to decide how to arrange things next.

The pale cold light from the indoor lamp shone down on a hideous face, with bloodshot eyes in its wide-open eyes.

Kamoshida shook his sweat-soaked collar. He put his hand on the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off, then took out his cell phone and found the head of the sports department in the phone book.

This is the only one who can save himself.

Before making the call, Kamoshida had used his influence in Xiugao to suspend the use of the gymnasium and informed the volleyball club that the club activities after school today were cancelled.

An equipment management room that no one visits.

The flattering and fawning voice and smile make it difficult to associate him with the idol-like Mr. Kamoshida on campus in the past.

......

"Okay, I will keep your teachings in mind."

"Zhuo, it's time for you to grow up. Resign from your position immediately and stay at home to avoid the limelight."

"You are right. I will submit my resignation immediately. However, the Metropolitan Police Department..."

"According to what you said, the police will definitely intervene in the investigation. You just need to deal with all the evidence and cooperate well," the old man said slowly, "Don't worry, I will help you to maintain your bottom line. The people in charge of investigating the case will be my old friend's subordinates, and they will turn a blind eye to you. But those students will be more difficult to deal with."

"Students who are not in compliance with the law should be corrected."

"It's great that you have the determination to cut off your own arm. After the incident tomorrow, you can publicly announce your major shortcomings and deficiencies in the field of education. This way, you will be safe."

"Yes, yes, I will never forget your kindness."

The old man snorted in disbelief, "Don't forget the 'gift' you mentioned."

"I'll send you the girl's information right away...her figure and appearance are absolutely top-notch."

"..."

Kamo Shida waited until the other party hung up the phone before he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He slumped in his chair, not daring to leave the gymnasium.

He could not accept the questioning and embarrassed expressions shown towards him by teachers and students on campus.

The sun sets in the distance and the school bell rings in all directions.

The empty gymnasium was dim, and the blood-red glow swayed with a haziness similar to red wine. The ball grid cast a dense shadow. Perhaps as a symbol of remembrance, Kamoshida sorted out the equipment on the field for the last time.

He was carrying heavy objects around by himself and soon he was sweating profusely.

We won't see each other again.

Kamo Shida smiled with relief. He chose the latter between atonement and survival. Escape was shameful but effective.

I have already planned to buy a store and open a izakaya in the future.

We should stay away from fame, fortune and other things.

The former Olympic champion locked the iron door of the equipment management room, and prepared to fly away with the expectation of a new life...

But it is obvious that before he could meet the huge future, the huge past had already caught up with him.

It was already two hours after school.

The campus should have been empty.

At the door of the gymnasium stood a boy who looked very thin, his figure outlined in the floating glare of the dusk.

pat, pat.

It was a familiar sound. Kamoshida had heard it countless times in his long life. It was the echo of a volleyball hitting the plastic floor.

His pupils shrank sharply, and uncontrollable fear surged from his heart like a tide.

The net formed by shadows, a boy with a faint smile on his face, and a volleyball falling to the ground.

Amamiya Ren walked in from the dusk, her tone bright and warm, with positive joy, "Mr. Kamoshida, please teach me volleyball!"

"No..." Kamoshida slowly backed away.

He smiled and closed the gymnasium door.

"Volleyball, solo, each person touches the ball three times."

"Don't..." Kamo Shida couldn't remember what happened in the palace of the mind, but he could feel that his fear at this moment came from instinct.

Amamiya Ren held the ball and slowly approached, then took out a clown card and slapped it on Kamoshida's shoulder.

His smile disappeared and his tone was cold.

"Then, count your sins."

(I can't remember the original content of this chapter in the 4k-word version. The "execution" plot with all the explosive points and details carved out in ten hours has become the "trial" plot that was rushed out in this version. It makes me a little nervous.)

(It’s probably like getting a super high score on the Chinese language test during the day thanks to your impromptu performance and all kinds of inspiration, and thinking you’ve finished the course and can throw away the textbooks, but the next day you’re notified that the test paper is lost, and you have to take the test again in a state of extreme exhaustion and lack of inspiration.)

Dry weather: 031. Metal smelting: Copper

10 hours ago.

The purple sky was shattered.

The moment Amamiya Ren left the throne, his expression changed from calm to panic. The castle collapsed very quickly, and he had to take an unconventional route... In an instant, he went from the set of "Dragon Quest" to "Super Mario". The brave plumber jumped up and down in the sewers, trampled the panicked enemies to death, and rushed to the prison where the princess was.

Finally, before the underground area completely collapsed, Amamiya Ren rushed out of the castle, swung out the grueling moat, and jumped into the Velvet Room with a standard diving move.

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Click, click, the key was inserted into the keyhole and turned.

The gate slowly opened.

Lavenda sat on the cold concrete floor with her knees hugged, her little face buried in her eyes, refusing to look at him.

Amamiya Ren began to think back on what he had learned throughout his life. Coaxing girls is a technical job, involving humanities, philosophy, biological sciences, sociology, ethics, etc. It seems that none of the above is necessary.

Because the little secretary in the Velvet Room had hugged herself.

There was a hint of grievance in her bright amber eyes. She did not scold, but cast a gentle look on Amamiya Ren's face.

What kind of power is this? Amamiya Ren was about to be killed by her own guilt and shame.

"Although I don't know what purpose the Trickster secretly used Lavenda to achieve, it doesn't matter," the girl showed a warm smile, "We are partners."

The overflowing trust, as well as the recognition and appreciation of Amamiya Ren were all mixed in. From the moment he signed the contract with this room, Lavenda tried hard to get in touch with it and try to understand it.

Amamiya Ren was completely shocked. The personal assistant assigned to her by the Velvet Room was really... from appearance to personality and the way of speaking, she was exactly the type that the contractor liked the most.

"I'm sorry," the Trickster admitted his mistake, "because..."