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Spring was on the verge of arriving, but it was still a ti of unpredictable cold snaps, with over a week of cooling weather to go.
Magong Tong unexpectedly broke out in a cold sweat. On one hand, it could be attributed to her weak constitution, and on the other, to the curse afflicting her.
From previous instances, it appeared that the curse on Magong Tong rely suppressed her luck and dragged down the fortune of those close to her.
But now, the curse seed to begin targeting her vital signs.
Her face turned pale, cold sweat appeared out of nowhere, and her voice seed to lack energy.
"Bei, Beichuan..."
Magong Tong felt uneasy under Beichuan Si’s gaze, her face flushed slightly as she spoke quietly.
"Magong, do you have so ti in the next couple of days? I’d like to talk to you privately about sothing," Beichuan Si softened his tone, aware that his earlier intense stare might have been inappropriate.
Magong Tong looked at Beichuan Si oddly, hesitated for a mont, then shook her head before nodding.
Her inexplicable actions puzzled Beichuan Si.
"Ah, sorry, I an I might not be free in the next couple of days. Tomorrow is my grandmother’s morial day, and I have to go with my family for the ceremony, so I’ll be preparing to leave tonight..."
Magong Tong watched Beichuan Si’s expression as she spoke, and when she saw there was no significant change, she continued, "Maybe I’ll be free the day after tomorrow after school."
Beichuan Si didn’t mind—it was a traditional activity important to Japanese people to pay respects to ancestors.
After hearing Magong Tong’s words, Beichuan Si didn’t hesitate much and said plainly,
"Then the day after tomorrow it is."
"But I hope, Magong, you won’t decline again due to so trivial matter." A hint of determination glinted in Beichuan Si’s eyes.
Surrounded by this aura, Beichuan Si clearly saw the curse’s black aura on Magong Tong starting to take shape.
Though it was still so ti before it fully ford, and Beichuan Si couldn’t decipher the curse’s shape, he was sure that once it fully took form, it would inevitably harm Magong Tong’s life.
But—
What was that?
Beichuan Si adjusted his view, using more energy, and finally saw it clearly.
Around the black aura of the curse, there seed to be a wisp of golden airflow tightly binding the black aura, preventing it from expanding further. The golden airflow appeared weak yet was incredibly resilient. Despite the curse’s overwhelming force, it could only keep it contained, preventing it from easily leaking out.
This was likely why Magong Tong had only suffered minor misfortunes over the past nine years of being cursed.
What was the golden airflow, and where did it co from? That was sothing Beichuan Si didn’t have ti to consider.
Given the urgency, Beichuan Si was contemplating whether to use a firr approach to restrain Magong Tong and dispel the severe curse from her.
Although it couldn’t be eradicated, it would provide him so ti to investigate Yashan City.
But eventually, Beichuan Si gave up on the idea.
While it was for Magong Tong’s good, it also disrespected her wishes to a degree.
He also needed to delve into the event Magong Tong ntioned that happened ’nine years ago,’ and antagonizing her would not aid the next steps.
So he could only temporarily suppress his thoughts and respect Magong Tong’s own choice.
"Mm..." Magong Tong nodded slightly.
Just then, the teacher entered from outside, and Beichuan Si stopped paying attention to Magong Tong, turning his eyes to the blackboard.
A morning passed in silence.
...
Acting Student Council President Qian Xia Chiyuki had a bit of a headache due to the phone handed over to her.
According to the student council mber who submitted the recording, he was simply going to the bathroom and unexpectedly stumbled upon a case of organized bullying.
However, the bullying incident later escalated into sothing rather unusual...
"This... could be called organized bullying, right?" Qian Xia Chiyuki stared at the phone for quite a while.
As she watched, her delicate features took on an indescribable complexity.
As student council president and a mber of Kyubei High, she was obligated to protect students from bullying.
But the video left her utterly bewildered about who was the victim in the situation.
The video was short, divided into segnts, each lasting about five or six minutes.
Mostly, it showed Beichuan Si kicking people away with several swift moves, quickly clearing his surroundings and thrashing so third-year delinquents.
By the end of the video, a group of delinquents was kneeling in a row, heads down, listening to Beichuan Si’s lecture.
Was this group bullying, or was it one person bullying a group of people? Qian Xia Chiyuki couldn’t quite discern it.
If it was group bullying... it technically was, as it was those dozen people who first struck; Beichuan Si rely retaliated.
But to call it group bullying was also slightly off. Qian Xia Chiyuki felt a bit pained watching so of the bullies on video, wanting to cry but unable to, twitching helplessly as if in an epileptic fit.
The beating was too severe... Though not heavy-handed, Beichuan Si’s attacks surely left people feeling sore for a while.
Seeing this, Qian Xia Chiyuki found herself at a loss for words.
If ten or more attacked one person and still couldn’t prevail, what more could she say?
Moreover, she noticed that the boy in the video demanded these third-year tough guys stop bullying other students, threatening to et force with force...
Qian Xia Chiyuki felt even more dismayed. Not only did they not need the assistance of the Discipline Committee and the student council, but they also even reduced their workload.
She didn’t know whether to thank or criticize this boy.
It was her first ti dealing with such a ’tricky’ incident, and ultimately, resigned, she knocked on the table, asking,
"Which grade is this boy in? What class?"
"Uh... the video quality isn’t clear... but from his profile, he seems reminiscent of Beichuan Si from Class 1-A, the one involved in the underwear incident a while ago," soone uncertainly remarked from below.
"Beichuan Si?" Qian Xia Chiyuki rembered a bit.
She vaguely recalled that the Discipline Committee reported the incident to them, but before they could start investigating, rumors spread among the students that Beichuan Si was the underwear thief.
The previous student council president, preparing to step down, didn’t bother with such trivial matters.
Perverts... they appeared every year and never dwindled.
With everything long concluded, despite feeling sothing was amiss, Qian Xia Chiyuki had left it unresolved.
After all, when everyone believed an event to be true, it beca reality.
Now hearing this familiar na again, Qian Xia Chiyuki felt a stir within.
Perhaps it was necessary to et with this student?
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