The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"apologize?"

The corners of Takeya's eyes twitched when Fukui answered, I, an innocent passer-by, should be compensated for today's incident, right?Although it is no longer a passerby.

"Have you opened it?"

"Look, it's an ordinary recorder, but there is an unnamed file inside."

"Untitled? It sounds interesting, let's put it out and listen."

"Okay."

At this time, Fu 樫 didn't think too much, just clicked the play button, then slowly turned up the volume, and then——

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!"

It was an extremely arrogant but incomparably secondary laughter.

"My name is Dark Flame Master. Listen carefully, human beings. This is neither a joke nor a dream! In the near future, this world will be darkened as prophesied..."

drop!

Fu 樫 turned off the recorder in the next second with a dark face.

"..."

No one spoke, and the air at the scene was a little dignified.

Takeya looked at Fukuoka blankly. Although the voice just now was very different from his impression, there was no doubt that it was the voice of a guy named Yuta Fukuoka who claimed to be an ordinary high school student.

Although Wu Ye had already had some guesses before entering the door, but until now, he had no definite evidence to confirm his guesses.

Chimera had slipped away from Takeya at some point, and only two people remained at the scene maintaining a tacit understanding.

Finally, after nearly a minute of silence.

"Ahaha, it's really strange, why did Miss Shihua give me this kind of thing, and also left a recording of someone who doesn't know, what do you think, Kosaka."

This is a lie, Tomikashi is avoiding reality, it is clear that he is trying to get away with it by playing dumb.

Originally, for such a thing, Kosaka just turned a blind eye and let it pass by. Now Tomikashi is obviously a graduate of the second year of middle school, and it is not too much to uncover the dark history of the past. Great practical significance, but...

The current situation seems to be a little different.

Wu Ye's gaze first glanced at Chimera at the side, and then at Fu 樫 who was smirking. He went back and forth several times, and he already had a decision in his heart.

"Fukushi."

"What, Kosaka."

"About the voice just now, there is actually something I wanted to ask you early in the morning, Fukuoka, you used to have a second-grade middle school illness, right?"

"...Hahaha, what an interesting joke."

Fu 樫's expression froze for a moment, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more dense, but he tried his best to deny it.

"Why, how could it be, Kosaka, you think too much, I'm an ordinary high school student, have you forgotten? We are classmates, middle school or something, how could it be, hahaha."

"Secondary disease."

"Wow, no way, hahaha, don't you know? People often have illusions when they are not concentrating, like hearing a familiar voice."

"Secondary two..."

"Ahahaha, don't be kidding, Kosaka, I, I just..."

"The Dark Flame Maker..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

Finally, Fukuoka collapsed.

"Don't talk, don't talk, don't talk! I know! I admit it! That's indeed my voice, please don't say it again! I don't want to think about that past! I don't want to anymore There are more intersections with the past!"

The tearful Fu 樫 hit the wall with his head desperately in an attempt to escape the reality, and at the same time begged Takeshi to stop talking.

Seeing the miserable scene of his friend, Wu Ye sighed, stepped forward and patted Fu 樫's shoulder lightly.

"It's okay, Fukashi."

"Takasaka..."

Meeting Fu 樫's weak gaze, Takeya raised the corners of his mouth and gave him an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry, Fukashi, we're friends, aren't we?"

"Takasaka..."

Fukuoka's heart was suddenly filled with countless emotions, and tears of friendship overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"That's right...you're right, Kosaka, we're friends...!"

"So, Fukashi..."

Wu Ye took a deep breath, and instantly put on a threatening black face expression.

"If you don't want to expose your black history in the second class in front of the world, then help me solve the cat problem."

As soon as these words came out, Fu 樫's tears couldn't be held back even more.