Expelled from school? I am the Emperor of Sobu!

"What, what's wrong?"

After Miura Yumiko responded, he patted her head and pointed outside the toilet and said:

"It's okay, go home and get some sleep."

"Thank you, thank you! Hanyu-kun, you are a good person, I will never go against you again!"

When she learned that she could leave, Yumiko Miura bowed to express her gratitude and even gave Hanyu a good guy card.

It was obvious that she didn't know that there was a crime for which one could be pardoned by death but for which one could not escape punishment while alive.

Even if there are external factors, the fact that Miura and Hanyu have been fighting for so many days cannot be changed.

Want to bury the hatchet?

can.

Only her.

"It's okay. I don't usually hold grudges."

"You just need to make up for it a little."

“Eh? Ugh…!!”

Chapter 17 Tragedy

Sixty years later.

Yumiko Miura can recall it clearly.

Her first kiss was not lost on the romantic and poetic seaside, nor on the top of a mountain that was refreshing and relaxing.

But it's given for free.

In the stinky first grade girls' restroom!

late at night.

Poor Miura's classmates didn't know how they walked back home.

She vaguely remembered lying on the soft big bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.

"Wow."

"Orange-flavored lip balm? It smells good. I like it."

"Come home, Yumiko. We'll see each other soon."

Instead of feeling guilty about having his first kiss that he had treasured for many years forcibly taken away from him, Hanyu became even more aggressive.

It looks like you are making a lot of money while I almost lost money by taking the bus.

"Woo..."

"Bad guy, idiot, fool, hooligan, stinky shit!"

Wiping her lips again and again with tissues, Yumiko Miura threw all the vicious words she could think of at Hanyu.

She closed her eyes now.

I can remember Hanyu's actions at that time, and I can recall the wonderful temperature when we kissed.

This wave, this wave is a hard lesson for the hot girl on the outside but pure girl on the inside.

So, at this moment.

What is Hanyu doing now that he has committed such a great sin?

Apartment downstairs.

Wearing a robe and surrounded by dozens of ferocious ghosts, Hanyu put his hands together, showing a strange aura of solemnity, majesty and dignity.

"Chunshui, set up the barrier."

"Remember, not even a fly can escape from the apartment."

Issue good combat missions.

The evil spirits that came with Hanyu scattered and performed their duties conscientiously.

Only Chunshui didn't leave.

One of the first deceased people to sign a contract with Hanyu.

She looked worried and advised with a little distress:

"Hanyu, have you really thought it through?"

"There's an old saying next door that goes, 'It's easy to defeat a thief in the mountains, but it's hard to defeat a thief in the heart.'"

"I can kill that little guy up there with just two strikes. There's no need for you to bear the entire Chiba, or even the entire Neon's dead, all by yourself."

As soon as Shunsui finished speaking, a sharp sword appeared in her hand.

The ghost sister was not bragging.

The thing that was entangled with Yumiko Miura was just the weakest spirit. If she were to take care of it, the battle would be over in three seconds.

but.

Hanyu held Harusui's hand and shook his head with a determined look.

"I've sworn an oath since that incident."

"No wandering souls are allowed within the range of my sight."

"The rejection of the living, the lingering of the dead? It doesn't matter."

His hands were spread out to the sides, as if embracing the darkness.

The next moment, a tremendous amount of source power gushed out from Hanyu's body.

Bathed in dim light, he looked like a demon from hell.

"I alone am the six realms of reincarnation."

"Ugh."

Having said that, Chunshui knew that it was pointless to continue to stop it.

however.

No matter how determined Hanyu appears, no matter how strong his will is.

Chunshui still does not look favorably upon the oath that Hanyu made.

One man shoulders all the ghosts in the world.

Many years ago, someone tried it, but he failed.

He, the man with the highest talent and the most innate willpower in history, failed, and ended up with a miserable end with no remains left and a shattered soul.

that person.

His name is Abe Haruaki.

....................................

Inside the apartment.

Twenty-third floor.

Although she still had countless complaints hidden in her heart, her eyelids became increasingly heavy, causing Yumiko Miura to slowly close her eyes.

next second.

The sleeping Youmiko felt dizzy, and when she opened her eyes again.

I have left my home and am now in a shabby and dirty room.

“This…where is this…?” Miura tilted his head, a little confused about where things were going.

It was that familiar shouting voice that brought her back to reality.

"Hey, bitch, what are you doing standing there?" Holding a can of beer in his hand, Hanyu sat cross-legged and ordered in a rude tone:

“How much did you earn today?”

"Forget it, give me the wallet and go cook first."

Without saying a word, he snatched the wallet from Miura's shirt pocket. Hanyu wet his fingers with saliva and counted the money happily.

Until then.

Miura Yumiko was so confused that she didn't come to her senses and didn't understand what was going on.

"Idiot!" Hanyu didn't pay attention to her strangeness. Seeing Yumiko standing there without moving, he beat and scolded her, urging her:

"Standing here pretending to be dead? Go and cook."

"Really? I was stupid and slow to react when I was in school. Now I've been married for three years, but I haven't improved at all."

"Get lost, you loser. I'm annoyed to see you standing there."

Familiar rough movements.

Same bad attitude.

It was not until she was pushed into the kitchen that Miura Yumiko reluctantly believed that the unkempt guy in the living room was Hanyu.

Make money, cook, get married...

Repeatedly think about what the other person said.

Yumiko finally remembered.

Yes, it has been six years since I graduated from Sobu High School.

And three years ago, she married Hanyu and entered into an unhappy marriage.

Maybe he was born a bad person, Hanyu is rude, arrogant and unreasonable.

It's like it's deep in my bones.

He has never worked a day after getting married, and his food, clothing, housing and sleep all depend on Miura Yumiko's salary.

Moreover, Hanyu, who is living off his wife, has no guilt at all. He usually either beats or scolds Yumiko, and will scold her harshly if she is not satisfied with him.

Remember the last class reunion.

Her former good friend once asked her what Hanyu's married life was like.

At that time, Miura Yumiko was speechless and could only drown her sorrows in alcohol and respond with silence.

'I……'

'Why did you marry him?'

Standing in the kitchen, Yumiko Miura looked at her slightly yellow hands.

How can this hand look like that of a modern urban beauty who has been well-dressed and well-fed and has never suffered any grievances since childhood?

"Sigh~"

"My head hurts..."

Perhaps due to long-term overload of work, Yumiko Miura suddenly felt dizzy and accidentally knocked over the stainless steel basin she was using for washing vegetables.

"Kang Dang"

An unexpected sound came into the living room.

Hanyu, who was holding a game console in his hand, rushed over when he heard the noise and started cursing the scumbag as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You useless thing, if you can't even do this, what's the point of me marrying you?"

"Damn it, seeing you like this makes me lose my appetite, eat by yourself, I'm going to eat outside."

His wife worked so hard that she had low blood pressure, but Hanyu was only thinking about his own meal.

Not to mention that even the money for his food was earned by Yumiko Miura's hard work.

"boom"

The sound of the door closing was deafening.

Loneliness, helplessness, pain, regret, all kinds of negative emotions flooded into Miura Yumiko's heart like a tide.