MTL - Dangerous Girls Drag Me Into Danger-Chapter 4

A passive person like me has no reason to encounter such a situation... Or is it because I am so passive that things get out of hand...

Ah, my ordinary life... Where did it start to go off the rails?

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Chapter 1 Getting hit in the head by a UFO

In the class, I am a transparent person.

How should I put it, it's the kind of person who has a very low sense of presence and is called by name only when the teacher calls.

The seat is in the second-to-last row by the window, which is the so-called protagonist's seat, but she has not received the proper treatment of the protagonist at all. Maybe it's because I don't have the peculiar temperament of those male protagonists, and I don't like looking out the window like those male protagonists...

Ah, it's not a complaint, it's just an explanation of the current situation.

My name is An Juncheng. I was born in 2000. My birthday is January 1. I am 17 years old this year. I am a sophomore at Gunshui High School.

He looks ordinary, at least worthy of his parents. His short black hair is mixed with a lot of white hair. From a distance, it may seem that my hair is gray. Most of the gray hair is hereditary. It's not because I think too much, and it's not because I rub too much.

The name comes from "You treat me with sincerity, and I will not take the blame." It was the name given by my grandfather. It means that if someone treats you sincerely, you can't live up to the sincerity of the other party, and you must repay them well.

It's a pity that your grandson has no friends at all... Grandpa...

Ahem, I accidentally fell into a pessimistic mood... It's also one of my habits to always think about things from a bad perspective.

Like I said just now, I don't have any friends, so I spend all the time at school by myself.

Always staying alone, of course, it is impossible to stare out the window in a daze all the time. So the entertainment I choose is to read manga, read novels, and also watch anime and movies when I'm at home. I don’t really play games. I’m the type who likes watching other people play games rather than playing games myself.

On weekends, I usually sleep at home and watch movies to pass the time. To say that I am an otaku, it may be considered as such. But I didn't collect figurines or anything, and I'm not very interested in cosplay, so it's a fake house at most?

Well, all in all, I'm such a boring person.

After reconfirming my own sadness, I sighed and closed the finished manga.

It's eight forty-five in the evening, and I'm still in the school library during the evening self-study time.

Although most schools have cancelled the evening self-study system, our school still retains the evening self-study system, because the vast majority of our school are day students, and even dormitories have not been built. However, although there is evening self-study, it is a bit different from ordinary evening self-study because there is a 'grading' system.

Of course, according to the Chinese tradition, students are graded according to their test scores. If you rank in the top 100 in the unified exam, you can skip the evening self-study. If you are ranked 100 to 200, you can stay from 6:00 to 7:30. Going home, if you are ranked below 200...you will have to stay sadly until nine o'clock in the evening.

This is also a way for the school to motivate students. After all, most people don't want to stay at school until nine o'clock.

And I happened to be ranked 201st, so unfortunately I needed to stay until the end of the whole evening study.

However, for other students, it may be a torment for the late self-study time, but for me it is fine.

Because there are comics and light novels in the corner of our school library, since I learned about this last semester, I often spend time in the library. Sure enough, it is more delicious to read the physical book than to read the electronic version on the mobile phone.

Evening self-study does not have to be in the classroom. As long as I give the head teacher a note signed by the librarian teacher the next day, it will prove that I am participating in the evening self-study.

Besides me, there were four other people who did this, but they weren't students in our class, and I didn't try to get to know them. After all, it's common sense to keep quiet in the library.

I thought there would be a lot of people in the library, but it turned out to be five with me. Others may think it's the same wherever they stay... If they knew that the library had novels and comics to read, the library would be full, but no one came to ask me, my relationship is really bad...

By the way, the librarian is a female teacher with glasses, her name is Yang Lili, she looks like she is in her twenties. The long hair covers most of his face, but don't imagine that Mr. Yang is very beautiful. I have seen Mr. Yang's appearance. How should I put it... Uh, it's a little sloppy, so it's impossible for any novel to happen. A plot-like teacher-student love.

Mr. Yang is probably not married. If you are married, you will not be able to work overtime in the library until nine o'clock... And the reason why you can't get married is probably because of that face... Even I, who are not from the Appearance Association, accept it a little. No.

Cough, cough, it's a bit too rude to say that... a sin, a sin.

Seeing that the evening self-study time was almost over, I put the book back on the shelf, walked to the counter and asked the teacher for a signature slip.

Walking to the counter, I lowered my voice and called the teacher.

"Teacher Yang."

"Huh? Oh, Juncheng, are you here for a signature slip?"

Teacher Yang looked up at me, took out her phone and checked the time, and guessed what I was doing here. Because I know Mr. Yang very well, the teachers always call me by my first name. Occasionally, I will be called by the teacher to help with moving things. Although I have no friends, I get along well with the teacher, and the head teacher is also very good to me... Of course, it is more likely that she is worried that I will be excluded...

"right."

"Well, I see, just wait a minute."

Teacher Yang happily tore off a piece of paper from the notebook, folded it into several sections, and tore it apart. The piercing sound was a bit noisy in the quiet library. The teacher tore up several pieces of paper at once, and then wrote the names and stamps on them one by one, probably wanting to prepare other people's signature slips.

However, what I didn't expect was that in the end, Teacher Yang gave me all the signature slips directly.

"Well, take all these."

"Hey? Give it all to me?"

I thought it was a note prepared for other people, but it was given to me in one breath...

With so many signature slips, it means that I don't need to go to the evening self-study. Could the teacher be encouraging me to escape from the evening self-study...

No, no, definitely not. How could the teacher do such a thing? It must be because it is too troublesome to write to me every time, so I just distributed it all together. She trusts me! I believe I won't skip school so I did it.

In short, since the other party trusts me, I can't live up to the other party, so I can live up to my name.

"Well...you know what it means. It's not very safe at night these days, so you won't be studying at night if you have these notes."

I go! It really made me skip class!

And what is the reason for this? Not safe at night? What am I afraid of as a man... I wouldn't say it if there were murderers at night, but there hasn't been that kind of news lately, right?

Shouldn't it be... ah, I understand.

The teacher must want to skip class.

Yes, there are only five students in the library. As long as we are sent away, Teacher Yang will be able to leave work early!

It turns out that~ I understand, I understand, teacher, I won't break it~ Maybe Teacher Yang is so anxious to get off work because he finally found a boyfriend, not necessarily.

Having figured this out, I silently nodded twice and took the signature slip from the teacher.

"Ah ah!"

When he was picking it up, he accidentally touched Teacher Yang's hand, but the teacher called out inexplicably, and pulled his hand away like lightning, spilling the signature strip on the ground.

This kind of plot that should only happen when you meet the beautiful girl Miu actually happened when she met the "Miao Ling" female teacher... I can't be happy at all.

"Hug, I'm sorry, Juncheng, it may have been static electricity just now..."

While Mr. Yang apologized, he hurriedly squatted down to pick up the signature slip.

"Ah, it's alright, I'll just pick it up."

I also squatted down to pick up the signature slip, but I was still puzzled. Static electricity? Why don't I feel it here?

After picking up all the signature slips, I put all the slips in my pocket, saluted Teacher Yang and left the library.

Before leaving, he heard Teacher Yang muttering to himself: "...would it be better to wear gloves..."

"…"

I don't quite understand what Teacher Yang is worrying about. Did the menopause come early?

When the bell rang, I just walked to the gate of the school. The gatekeeper opened the gate when the bell rang, and I became the first person to leave the school.

I took out the signature slips in my pocket and counted how many there were in total.

There are eight in total, which means that I can study for eight days without going to the evening... But staying at home, I don't seem to have much to do...

"Um... what the **** is this?"

When I was checking the number of signature slips, I suddenly found that there seemed to be something drawn on the back of the signature slip.

I'm a little curious, and I'm going to find a place to put it together to see what the pattern is.

After walking to a bench in a nearby park and sitting down, I pieced together the notes one by one, and easily spelled out the correct pattern.

It seems to be a pentagram... No, looking at the text above, it should be read upside down. In other words, the reverse pentagram?

Uh, I remember that the reverse pentagram seems to be a demon representing Satan... Could Mr. Yang believe in some kind of cult? This is kinda bad...

Just as I was thinking about what to do, there was a cracking sound in my ear, and I turned my head suspiciously, but just halfway through, something hit my side head like a shooting star!

The violent impact made me fall to the side, and finally hit my head on the reverse pentagram that I had just restored to its original state.

Immediately afterwards, I felt a dazzling light that could blind people shine into my eyes!

The dizziness and blindness made me instantly lose consciousness.

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"Wow, bad, bad! It even affected ordinary people!"

"It's all your fault for being so impulsive. Let me see... Fortunately, this person just fainted, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Just leave it alone and take back the magic weapon first."

"Oh... Huh? It's gone!"

"what?"

"The gossip mirror is gone!"

"Huh? How could the magic weapon disappear? You can look for it carefully."

"I've looked for it! It's really gone! And the connection with the magic weapon has also been cut off!"

"How is that possible? The connection between the magic weapon and its owner is interrupted. It is only possible that the magic weapon is completely damaged... But how could the gossip mirror be damaged so easily?"

"But, I really don't feel it! Woohoo, what should I do... Grandpa will definitely scold me to death..."

"Ha... Anyway, go back first, and then think of a way."

"Uuu... um..."

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Chapter 2 seems to see something strange

Uh... Damn, it hurts...

When he woke up in a daze, the surroundings were already pitch black, and even the street lights had been turned off. I took my phone out of my pocket, turned on the flashlight mode, and glanced at the current time.

What the hell! It's already midnight!

I held down the side of my head that was still aching and struggled to get up from the bench.

Tsk, I feel the vision is still shaking... It's really uncomfortable...

It's really unfortunate, what wicked **** is throwing things around!

I took a picture of my surroundings with my mobile phone, but I didn't find anything that seemed to knock people unconscious. It seems that the guy who hit me on the head has recovered the tools for committing crimes.

Sigh, forget it, let's take it as bad luck, fortunately there was no blood, just a big swollen lump.

Sure enough, as Teacher Yang said, it's really dangerous at night, so don't turn around in the future, just walk home honestly.

By the way, you have to put away the signature strip first. If I didn't have those notes, I wouldn't be able to openly skip the evening self-study.

Karma?

Originally, I wanted to take back the signature note, but I found one thing, that is, the reverse pentagram drawn on the back of the note has disappeared!

Could it be that I had a dream... No, no, then I have no reason to come to the park.

It's so strange... how did it disappear? Could it be that Teacher Yang used something like a magic pen to draw it? Was it just drawn for a prank?

Ah, forget it, I'm too lazy to think so much. Just thinking about it gives me a headache, so I choose to stop thinking now.

Because of the headache, it made me feel a lot worse. After putting the signature slip in my pocket casually, I once again embarked on the road home.

Because it was already late at night, it was too late, so I tried my best to speed up the pace. Usually it takes half an hour to get home, but this time I only walked for about 20 minutes to reach the door.

Entering from the main entrance, after taking off my shoes, I did not put on slippers, and the stairs on the second floor were on the right. I walked up the stairs as silently as possible, not wearing slippers, because no matter how careful I put them on, there would be a clack of footsteps.

Although that level of noise should not wake them up, it is better to be careful.

Judging from the shoes in the shoe cabinet, my parents seem to be away from home. My mother is an mortuary, and my father is a surgeon. Because of the particularity of their profession, they often stay up at night... I have long been used to it. It may also be because of this special family environment that I have such a light-hearted personality.

But because there are still sisters, I have to keep my voice low so as not to wake them up.

As soon as I walked up to the second floor, I was thinking of continuing to go up to the third floor to go back to my room when I heard a cold voice.

"who is it?"

Uh, it's really a coincidence... Then again, if you're here, turn on the light.