People in Tokyo, the world is clear

In the end, the girl had no choice but to show a slightly dissatisfied look and end the topic.

She sighed and finally turned into a cat mother who felt sorry for her child.

"Anyway, take Milk Tea to see a doctor. By the way."

The girl opened her wallet and pulled out a sculpture of the Phoenix Hall in Byodoin Temple. After a moment's hesitation, she gritted her teeth and pulled out two butterfly flowers.

⒏ⅰ 缌叔叔灵散企９母

"Let's go to the supermarket and buy some cat snacks, fur-changing cream and other cat supplies, and that."

She pointed behind her, "One of those breathable bags for running around with cats. I'm planning to take Milk Tea to the pet store for a bath this weekend. Senior, please prepare something for Orange Juice with the extra portions."

Lin Sen was stunned by the generosity of spending money lavishly.

This kid.

I usually try to save as much as possible on meals, and I only wash and change four or five sets of clothes every day, but I am really generous when it comes to spending money on my own cat.

I was shocked immediately.

So much so that after seeing off the loving cat mother, someone stood there for more than thirty seconds.

When I came to my senses again, I could only sigh.

As expected, they are of the same nature. I really love cats.

That's it.

Let her do it for once. I feel relieved after getting the diagnosis report.

He lifted up the little folded-ear cat sitting on his hand with one hand and pointed at the silly cat face.

As a warning.

"Although I've found you a good master, please don't go too far."

"Meow!"

Just consider it as listening to it.

I locked the little orange cat at home and was just about to take Milk Tea to the veterinarian for a checkup.

But he was stopped by a neighbor who opened the door again.

"Hey. Count me in too. Milk tea and orange juice."

A small hand stretched out and picked up a piece of Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Then, with a guilty tone:

"Well, the fact that Milk Tea doesn't eat might have something to do with me."

"?"

"I-Ito doesn't close the window when he's at work. Milk tea will jump over the small balcony and crawl over here by itself. I often feed it potato chips, milk, etc."

"???"

Well, the culprit has been found.

"Milk is abstract enough, but potato chips are really unbearable. Don't you know that your crappy potato chips are full of artificial additives, sister? Is this something you can feed a cat?"

"Ugh, I'm sorry I don't understand."

"How dare you feed me when you don't know anything?"

"Woooooo~"

"So if you want to play with a cat, just tell me or Ito no. Doing this kind of thing secretly isn't just a prank?!!"

"Sorry! I won't do that again!"

After finally finishing a common sense lesson for the messy stray dog ​​lady, Lin Sen tiredly held the cat and leaned against the wall with one hand.

"That kid, too. He even has a cat. Can't he close the window when he goes out? This is the top floor, and the pet could easily fall down!"

It's really unbearable.

They are all talented people, and their words give people a heart attack.

Now I really need to take the little guy to get checked out, in case there is any real problem.

Then I emphasized the basic pet knowledge to the otaku girl who was almost retreating into the house, and made sure that she listened before I said goodbye.

When I ran to the mall to buy something that the caring cat mother had repeatedly urged me to do, my tiredness finally turned into a smile that made me smile despite the hardship.

"never mind."

"Although it's really messed up, I've also gotten some writing material, so it's not a loss."

Comfort yourself like this.

I put the kitten into the cat backpack I had, carried the big bag of things out of the mall, ran to a nearby newsstand to buy a map, and asked someone for directions. Finally, I found the direction to the veterinary hospital.

Lin Sen originally thought it was a clear straight road, but when he actually ran on it, he found that it was full of winding alleys.

"It's actually in an old building complex. I wonder if it will be demolished in the future."

After wandering around twice and almost getting lost, I finally saw the sign in the distance.

"It's around the corner."

Just as I was about to speed up, the bag behind me, which had been quiet, suddenly started to move.

"Meow~meow~"

It seems to be reminding something.

Lin Sen took off the bag and held it in front of him. Through the gap, he found that the little folded-ear dog inside had sat up, with its ears erect, and its two paws in front of its body were frantically scratching in a certain direction. Then it turned its head and looked out through the spider-web-like holes in the cloth.

The meaning is obvious.

It took no more than two seconds to consider.

The young man looked in the direction the cat pointed, which was another alley.

This time I calmed down and listened carefully, and indeed heard some strange movements.

There are certain sounds that, if heard carefully, can ignite uncomfortable emotions in your heart.

He frowned.

Squint your eyes.

Lin Sen put his bag on again and changed his original direction according to Scottish Fold Milk Tea and his inner desire.

"Go and have a look."

"Meow~"

Chapter 53: World Runner-up Level Entry

Moist moss crawled out from the damp alley walls in spring. The warm wind did not favor my frail body, but instead caused me to shiver as it passed by.

Holding his still aching stomach, the high school student let the raindrops soak his torn and dusty school uniform. With his head down, he leaned against the wall and slowly sat down on the wet ground.

The pain gradually turned into a deeper unwillingness, causing the child to clench his fists.

The concrete manifestation of the cruel campus rules is that the weak have to bear the suffering.

The first bird to stand out will suffer more severe retaliation.

Beside him was an opened bag. Scattered on the floor were written-on toilet paper, stained with dirty water and a disconcerting brownish color.

The notebook lay upside down on the ground, and the lines left for writing were covered with dirt.

The girl, whose gender is often misidentified because of her short boyish hair, gasped and unconsciously began to recall the past.

It all started with an incident that happened on the bus we were riding after school a few days ago.

The school bus belongs to a school where most of the students are from poor families. It is located in the far suburbs of Tokyo. It is a notoriously bad public school, so naturally there are all kinds of people.

The so-called strict school rules naturally became paper rules that were ignored and trampled upon.

The female classmate's bulging handbag attracted the attention of several senior students on the bus.

The underage scumbags deliberately made exaggerated and curious noises, snatched the package from the girl's hands, opened it while she tried to stop them, and took out a childish-looking lunch box that was obviously a free gift from a supermarket event.

After being stunned for a moment, these bastards who were used to doing evil things in their daily lives began to laugh unrestrainedly.

"I said, are you a child in elementary school?"

"Look at this pattern, hahahaha! My sister, who hasn't even graduated from elementary school yet, is already starting to think this stuff is childish!"

Yuzuru Niwa could have stayed out of it and been a bystander like the other students who kept their heads down and said nothing.

But she understood one thing better.

There are some things that should never be taken as a joke.

And if it involves an offense against one's personality, it is an unforgivable crime.

The other party was outnumbered and powerful. She had no ability to punish such behavior, but she still felt that she should stand up and do something.

and so--

"stop."

As she said this, she stood in front of the senior students and pointed to a classmate whose eyes were completely filled with tears. "Give the bag back to this classmate. You can't take other people's things without permission."

It feels very comfortable when you speak up for what is right.

But the price soon came.

"Huh? Who the hell do you think you are? Also, is this how all the kids talk to their seniors these days?"

"You're such a rude thing! You like to show off, don't you?"

"Why, do you want to be a hero and save the damsel in distress?"

People who are used to bullying others will be angered by any disobedience.

The tallest of the seniors reached out for her hair, trying to grab the girl who had once again been mistaken for a male student.

Faced with the impending malice, Yuzuru Niwa did not retreat.

She reached out first and grabbed the other person's neck.

Then, before the opponent's furious attack came, he stretched out his fist in advance and hit the opponent's cheek hard, like a mantis blocking a car.

Miracles rarely happen, and Yuzuru Niwa is very self-aware.

She is not Superman, nor is she Hercules.

She is just an ordinary student who is not outstanding and even a little weak.

So, before parking the car, although the girl hit those people many times, she was also surrounded and beaten all the way.

Her abdomen was hit by fists and her body rolled to every corner of the bus, even rolling to the feet of students who were trying to avoid her.

Everyone saw it, but everyone could only pretend not to see it.

Several students sitting in the back seats looked at her with respect, but after hesitation, they did not muster up the courage to stand up and lend a helping hand.

Only the bus driver hurriedly pulled the handbrake, came over with his eyes wide open and roaring to separate the two parties.

But only the initial stage of the battle was stopped.

Then, as it happened, she was targeted.

The sequel to the second phase took place this morning in the alley in front of us.

She became a new toy for venting malice, outnumbered and faced a so-called "lesson."

This time no faculty or staff came to help her.

Belly, face, back.

All vulnerable areas were visited.

At this moment, she could only raise her arms and try her best to block the dirty soles of the shoes that were kicking towards her face.

There was a burning and abrasive sensation on the palm of my hand.

Today's meaningless act of heroism would only bring her more trouble since she was already at the bottom of the academy.