(Tokyo Revengers) Blurred light rays

On the railing at the end of the school corridor, a pretty little girl in a school uniform looked down at the schoolyard dejectedly. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders, a few strands of hair fluttering to cover her clear black eyes. The girl who lived in an era of unrighteousness was countless, and was placed in the most undisciplined class, so she often avoided it. She waited until the bell rang for a while before she slowly returned to the classroom. Although it was time to go to class, the class was still a chaotic scene, the class president was a rare gentle guy. So much so that the vice-study class like her is just a puppet. As soon as he saw her, Mikey sat at the bottom of the class with eyes as bright as lasers: - Ah, Shirina-chan is here. You came later than usual today. Fujitsuka Shirina weaved her way through the students to her place, looking at Mikey with a black face: - At him. Just looking at his face makes me want to go back to class. Mikey smiled stupidly, pulled Shirina's hand to lie on it, who would have guessed right away with her goddamn punch. - I told you, my hand is not a pillow. Draken-kun, you have to take better care of Sano-kun, you've always been like a child. Drake laughed: - It's okay, Mikey loves you. Shirina put one hand on Mikey's pillow, the other turned to sit seriously. The teacher had already entered the classroom, just focused on teaching, seemingly not paying attention to the students below. Students in groups of three played games, some wore makeup, only Shirina and the class rep were out of place. She didn't seem to be paying much attention to the lecture, but she was still diligently taking notes. Suddenly, Mikey's hair fell down, causing Shirina to feel itchy, about to pull her hand back. Unexpectedly, Mikey quickly grabbed her hand, muttering something in her mouth, she could even see the saliva. Fujitsuka Shirina pondered for a while, violently pulling Mikey's ear: - i***t, my hands are not chicken thighs. He exclaims: - Shirina-chan is too violent. Chicken thighs are better. Shirina pinched Mikey's cheek with her hand: - i***t, my hand is the long slender arm that many girls dream of, not chicken thighs for you to eat. - Chicken thighs, chicken thighs. - I told you not! ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ Today is a heavy rain day, the sky is dark and gloomy, Fujitsuka Shirina does not want to go out at all. - It's really over, there's no food in my house. Shirina wearing a raincoat and carrying an indigo umbrella slowly walked out into the street. The road is quiet without a shadow, giving people a bad feeling. As expected, not long after she left, Shirina saw a girl being pushed into a corner by three other playgirls. Bullying? Let's see... Well, I'm also free, moreover, if I pass by, it's good that they find an excuse to cause trouble. Thinking that, Fujitsuka Shirina turned on the siren of the police car, and deliberately adjusted the volume to the real thing. They quickly left. After a while, Shirina slowly walked past, originally intended to pass by, but unexpectedly, a voice called out: - Wait a minute ! - Huh ? - Just now... did you help me? Shirina stroked her hair. - Well, that's right. The girl stepped forward and bowed. - Thanks very much. I'm Tachibana Hinata. - Oh, I'm free. - You saved me trouble, I really don't know how to thank you. - No need, I have to go. Suddenly a squealing sound was heard. It's her belly protesting here. Tachibana Hinata saw Shirina's face gradually turning red and smiled. - So to thank you, I invite you to eat. - Do not need. - Alright. ♧♧♧ In the ramen shop, Fujitsuka Shirina looked out the window shyly. - Shirina-san, hurry up and eat before it gets cold. - C...thank you. But why are those people looking for you? - Well, they go to the same school as me, normally I don't look good. Unfortunately, the era of dishonesty is different, they can be seen everywhere. My class is mostly dishonest too, I'm in it like an outcast. I don't know why the local police let them act like this. - Shirina-san seems to hate dishonesty, doesn't it? Shirina tilted her head, frowning. - Hate ? Nor is it. It was an indescribable feeling. - Of course most dishonesty is not good. But I also have a friend who is dishonest, he is really good, very chivalrous. She stared at Hinata for a while, then said: - Your boyfriend? Hinata blushed, denied it, then nodded again. - There's nothing to be shy about. Today's generation grows up early. - You sound like an old woman. - Mom, I'm young and beautiful. I will keep this beauty even when I get older. - Haha, of course. ♧♧♧ After eating, Fujitsuka Shirina and Tachibana Hinata went to the convenience store. - God, I thought the weather would be deserted like this, who cares too much. Even to pay the bill, there is a long queue. - Well, it must be because this place has a discount today on the occasion of that opening anniversary. Out of nowhere, Shirina had to squeeze through the crowd at the food counter. She shuffled around some fresh food and a bunch of canned goods. Suddenly, Shirina felt a chill down her spine, as if someone was staring at her but the surroundings were too crowded to distinguish. She quickly pushed her way out of the crowd when suddenly she heard a sharp metal sound, turned around to see only a glimpse of an arm holding a knife despite the blood flowing, everything only a few millimeters from her back. Someone in the crowd finally noticed, screaming. In the blink of an eye, the killer and the knife disappeared into the crowd. The crowd quickly dispersed around the two. It was a boy about Shirina's age with blonde hair, shirt and baggy pants typical of dishonesty. Stunned for a moment, Fujitsuka Shirina pulled him to find a faucet and bandaged the wound. - I have brought medical equipment here, let me bandage you. Tachibana Hinata also followed, and when she saw the boy, she was surprised: - Takemichi? No, but Shirina-san, what happened? - Looks like someone is going to stab me. Luckily, he saved me. Okay, done, I don't bandage very well, do I? Hangaki Takemichi says: - Oh, it's okay. Didn't expect you to be Hina's friend. And what exactly does that guy want to stab you? Shirina always showed a calm attitude: - Sure, who knows. - That guy was wearing a raincoat that covered his face, so no one would have seen him. You better report it to the police. - Don't go. - How can that be? - All right, all right. Didn't you save me already? By the way, officially thank you, I'm Fujitsuka Shirina, currently in my third year at Shibuya Middle School. - SLUGGISH ? Ah, I'm Hanagaki Takemichi. I think I should call her sister, right? - Do not need. If you call me that, it sounds weird. And Hanagaki is Hinata's boyfriend? While Takemichi was still dazed, Hinata said: - Actually, I just met Shirina-san just now, but it still feels so close. I gave her a lot of confidence, including ours. -And I didn't expect a girl like Hinata to have such a childish boyfriend. I don't understand what dishonest people think these days, but they like shirts with baggy pants! Takemichi could only laugh, in fact he didn't understand why he was so proud when he was younger when he was younger. - Hanagaki, if you don't brush your hair up, your face will be more harmonious. Come to think of it, you look bruised, don't you? Takemichi caught Hinata's questioning gaze, sheepishly stroking his hair: - Nothing. It's the usual story of dishonesty. ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧