Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 694 Ghost Stories
If it is said that it was used on Edo Chuan, he would not believe it, because Edo Chuan is not the kind of person who uses other people's money casually, so where did his brother's money go?
"Brother, have you been short of money recently?" He asked while taking out money from his pocket and handing it to Fuji.

"No," he took out a part and returned it to Yuta, and kept a part for himself, saying, "It's just useful."

"Then what's the matter with you coming home late every night?"

"I want to prepare to participate in the international painting competition, so I need to practice more with my teacher."

"Practice until two or three o'clock in the evening?" Yuta gave him a suspicious look. Obviously, he didn't believe what Fuji said, and wanted to ask something, but was interrupted by Fuji.

"Well, Yuta cares about me."

"Hey, stop being so sentimental, who cares about you!!!"

Here, the brothers and sisters talked respectfully and walked into the room slowly.

The setting sun gradually sank and disappeared into the hazy forest. There was no light in the sky, and it was drowsy, as if it had been sleeping for a long time. There was no moon, no stars, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly, a strand of silver thread as thin as a hair fell from the sky, and then another strand, and then another strand, and soon, strand after strand fell down continuously, slanting down from the sky, and The heaven and the earth are connected with each other, forming a huge curtain, light like yarn, like smoke like mist, like brocade like satin, fluttering and intertwined obliquely.

At night, the darkness is opened in the sparse raindrops.

Sitting by the window, Sakura looked sideways at the water stains that splashed on the window, scattered into flowers and then slid down silently, finally hidden in the dark red eyes, strands of thoughts seemed to grow wings Fly freely in this endless rainy night.

knock knock ~
After a while, the sound of tapping on the table sounded, calling back Ying Yi's thoughts.Turning around, I saw a cold girl with glasses standing in front of the table, with an indifferent voice, "You are boring."

Matsumoto Chizuru was once defeated by Sakuraichi, but she never thought that she was worse than Sakuraichi.After losing once, he continued to improve his own strength, looking forward to defeating Sakura one day in the future.

"A little bit." Sakura turned her head and glanced at Qingxue and Bingdi Women's Nets who were nestled in a pile not far away. She didn't know what she was playing with, and her face was full of happiness, annoyance, anger or something. It was a gloating expression, and occasionally there was a loud laugh or two.

"It's not suitable for you." Matsumoto pulled a stool and sat next to Sakuraichi, with his hands resting casually on the backrest.In her opinion, Yingyi is really not suitable to play cards with those Zhengxuanwo.

Fujiwara, who was sitting on Sakuraichi's left, turned his gaze, glanced at her and did not speak.The cold light was projected on her lens, and the silver-white streamer moved quietly on it, gradually covering up those cold eyes.

Outside the window, the rain was rustling, neither light nor heavy, like a cat scratching.

"Well, this weather is perfect for telling ghost stories."

I don't know who suddenly said such a sentence, and in an instant, the classroom that was still noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

They all turned their heads to look at the person who spoke, but saw Saki Shinazoo looking at everyone blankly, as if asking what he was looking at me for.

Everyone froze, a chill suddenly rushed to the head, and the chills suddenly turned up.

"Hey, I think it's good." Suddenly, Xiangzi's frightened expression turned into excitement, and he stood up abruptly, "You wait, I'll call Tezuka-senpai and the rest to see who the boys are. I am most afraid of ghosts." After saying that, he ran out of the classroom in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)