Restarting life, starting from bullying Pochi-chan

The blonde girl with glasses had never seen Xiaohua's ability, so she obviously didn't believe it and said bitterly:

"That kind of thing is simply impossible..."

"There's no point in talking any more." Yamada Ryo crossed his arms over his chest and said calmly, "Kitahara-san, let Xiaohua open the door directly."

Kitahara Makoto nodded: "Xiaohua, open the door and go home."

The girls voted in favor.

After experiencing the endless loop in the subway tunnel, all I want now is to go home quickly, take a comfortable bath and rest.

But at this moment, the lights in the carriage suddenly went out, and the entire carriage was dark.

"Hey, why did it suddenly get dark?"

"The lights went out."

"Someone touched me!"

The girls' panicked exclamations suddenly rang out.

Kitahara Makoto said in a deep voice:

"Don't be nervous, stand still and don't move. Everyone, turn on the flashlights on your phones for illumination."

While speaking, Kitahara Makoto quickly took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight function.

Fortunately, the turning off of the subway lights did not affect the lighting function of the mobile phones. As the lights came on, the girls quickly quieted down and took out their mobile phones.

Yamada Ryo suddenly said:

"That middle-aged bald uncle is gone."

"Ok?"

Kitahara Makoto raised his phone and scanned over, and sure enough, he saw that the middle-aged bald uncle who had been sitting quietly at the door had disappeared without a sound.

"He's really gone." Kita Ikuyo became nervous, "Where did that uncle go?"

At this moment, a small hand suddenly reached to Kitahara Makoto's waist and gently pulled Kitahara Makoto's shirt.

"Ichiri-san?"

Kitahara Makoto turned his head and looked at the little socially anxious kid behind him.

Pochi-chan opened her eyes wide, her face full of nervousness, and she stammered in a low voice:

"Two, two senior sisters Hongxia..."

"what?"

Kitahara Makoto raised his eyebrows and looked quickly, and sure enough, he saw two identical senior sisters Hongxia standing not far away.

"How come there are two Hongxia?"

Yamada Ryo also discovered something unusual at this time.

"Eh hey hey?" Kita Ikuyo was startled and quickly retreated behind Kitahara Makoto, "Senior Nijika has become two people!"

Chapter 174 Sparkling Rainbow Summer Sauce

"What are you talking about..."

Ichichi Hongxia sounded puzzled.

However, before he could finish his words, he heard the same voice ringing in his ears.

"Eh?"

When Ijichi Hongxia turned around, she saw the other Hongxia with her eyes wide open, looking at her in shock. She was immediately frightened, and both Hongxia stepped back together.

"who is she?"

"Why are you imitating me?!"

The two Hongxia's voices were still exactly the same, 100% synchronized, which seemed indescribably strange.

The cousin with glasses said calmly:

"The middle-aged bald man sitting at the door disappeared. If I remember correctly, Hong Xia was closest to him just now, so it should be after the lights went out that the middle-aged uncle turned into Hong Xia's appearance."

After a pause, the cousin with glasses frowned and said:

"We must find the real Hong Xia as soon as possible, otherwise something bad will probably happen."

"But the two Nijigas look exactly the same..." Kita Ikuyo opened her eyes wide, trying to find the difference between the two Nijigas, but unfortunately she couldn't see the difference at all, and said dizzily:

“…I can’t tell the difference. I really can’t tell the difference!”

Not to mention Xiduo, even senior sister Xieliang had her brows furrowed and her expression solemn at this moment.

Be it height, weight, or movement patterns, there is absolutely no difference between the two Hongxia seniors. Even the words they speak are 100% synchronized. Even if Hongxia's parents came over, they would not be able to tell them apart at a glance.

"Now that things have come to this, let's ask for some advice..."

Kitahara Makoto took a deep breath, decisively took out the book of answers, and used his last chance to ask questions.

"Who is the real Hongxia-senpai?"

Crash.

The book of answers began to turn pages rapidly without any wind, and soon gave the answer:

[The left side is false]

"The one on the left is the fake Hong Xia-senpai!"

Kita Ikuyo hurriedly shouted.

Facing everyone's vigilant gazes, senior sister Hongxia on the left suddenly revealed a strange smile.

next second.

Snapped!

The lights in the subway car suddenly brightened.

The white light made everyone close their eyes subconsciously.

When I opened my eyes again, the two Hongxias were already sitting on the subway seats.

"She just pulled me!"

The two Hongxia spoke at the same time, and what they said was exactly the same, with their tone and expressions still 100% synchronized.

"She's fake!"

"She's fake!"

"..."

"Oh no, now I can't tell the difference again." Kita Ikuyo said nervously, "Kitahara-san, hurry up and ask the book of answers."

Yamada Ryo frowned: "The last chance to ask questions has just been used up."

"Eh?" Kita suddenly panicked, "Then, how can we tell who is the real Nijigasaka-senpai?"

The girls were at a loss as to what to do.

Even senior sister Xieliang, who was closest to Hongxia, couldn't tell who was who for a while.

Yamada Ryo frowned and suggested:

"Take both Hongxia to the real world and wait until the Book of Answers cools down tomorrow before asking questions?"

"No." The blonde girl with glasses rejected it. "Although I don't know how you want to leave here, distinguishing the real from the fake is the rule of this carriage. If two people leave together, it is likely to violate the rules, and the real Hong Xia will disappear."

"..."

Although it was not certain whether what the blonde girl with glasses said was true or false, no one dared to gamble when it came to Hong Xia's safety.

At the critical moment, Kitahara Makoto suddenly stepped forward:

"give it to me."

"Hmm?" Yamada Ryo raised his eyes and looked at him. "Can Kitahara-san tell the difference?"

"Yes."

Kitahara Makoto walked up to the two Hongxia seniors and looked down at them.

"Kitahara-san, I'm real and she's fake."

"Kitahara-san, I'm real and she's fake."

The two Hongxia seniors looked up at the same time. Not only did they say the same thing, but even the nervousness and worry on their faces were exactly the same.

"Stop pretending." Kitahara Makoto looked at one of the seniors, Hongxia, and clenched his fists quietly. "Even if you can imitate 100% synchronously, you can never imitate one thing... In my eyes, senior Hongxia will shine."

In front of everyone, hearing Kitahara Makoto say something that sounded like a confession, the pretty face of one of the senior students, Hongxia, quickly turned red.

Kita's eyes widened immediately: "Ah, the other Nijiya-senpai didn't blush..."

The words are not finished yet.

Kitahara Makoto suddenly attacked and punched the counterfeit on the head.

He just said that Senior Nijika would sparkle, not because he knew that the fake wouldn't blush, but in his eyes, Ichichi Nijika would indeed sparkle -

Don't forget that the cookie box headband that Ijichi Kouka never takes off is actually a special item that can be optimized, and it really shines in Kitahara Makoto's eyes.

Just now the lights in the subway suddenly went out and the light was too dim, so Kitahara Makoto didn't notice it. Now the lights came back on, and the senior's cookie box headband began to shine again, clearly visible.

Although the counterfeit can pretend to be Senior Hongxia, it is obvious that the cookie box ribbon that Hongxia uses to tie her hair is a special prop, and the counterfeit's ribbon is just an ordinary decoration.

One is sparkling, the other is dull, and it is easy to tell which one is real and which one is fake.

puff--

As Kitahara Makoto punched out mercilessly, the counterfeit's face melted like candle wax, and his whole body twisted into the bald middle-aged man he was just now.

After being attacked, the middle-aged bald man suddenly became violent and pounced on everyone viciously.

Kitahara Makoto quickly drew his samurai sword and pierced his opponent with one blow without mercy.

Crash.

The weird uncle melted directly into a ball of black mist, spreading rapidly along the samurai sword, as if trying to invade Kitahara Makoto's body.

Kitahara Makoto was planning to dodge, but the next second, there was a sudden buzzing sound in his mind, and his soul seemed to rise infinitely, and he saw a scene in the future:

[If only I hadn’t dodged it…]

"Is your future self regretting this?"

"Regret avoiding the invasion of the black fog at this moment?"

Kitahara Makoto hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe in his future self.

This is the ability to foresee the future. I can't possibly let myself down, right?

next second.

A strange black mist suddenly invaded Kitahara Makoto's body.

"Well……"

Kitahara Makoto groaned, and felt his heartbeat suddenly accelerate. His entire vision turned blood red, and an indescribable negative pain surged into his heart.

"Is this... a side effect of the Exorcist Monk's physique?"

Kitahara Makoto suddenly had an epiphany.

The Exorcist Monk's physique is not without an upper limit. Once it exceeds the upper limit, it will be backlashed and fall into a state of collapse.

Cheating!

Didn’t you promise not to dig your own grave?

It's clear that I was cheated!