Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

His expression was relatively calm, but his breathing and heartbeat were erratic, and cold sweat broke out on his palms.

Time seems to be frozen on the edge of eternity.

After an unknown amount of time, his fingers also touched the surface of the mug.

A small smile seemed to appear on Yuxiang's face.

The gentleman took a gentle breath and asked in the softest voice:

"Ma'am, are these your children?"

"Yes." Yuka replied with a smile.

"Such cute kids."

"Thank you."

Great, communication has begun.

Gradually clear your brain and put the two separated parts into operation.

The husband felt that he was gradually able to enter the feeling of clear thinking that comes from psychological diagnosis and treatment.

He swallowed, as if a piece of frozen iron had slipped into his stomach.

Because he is going to continue talking:

"So, madam, please tell me, where is the father of the children?"

The smile on Yuka's face disappeared instantly.

The husband felt pain like needle pricks on his skin. It was an irresistible death threat, sending a crazy warning to his body.

Yuxiang took a sip but didn't answer.

The gentleman turned around and took a gray coffee pot and placed it gently on the table:

"Is this the father of the children?"

A cold wind blew through the empty office.

Yuxiang's expression was dull for a few seconds, then she slowly raised her head and stared at where her husband was:

"Yes."

Sir closed his eyes.

It seemed that making the next move would require a lifetime of effort.

But he still did.

He picked up the gray coffee pot and put it behind his back, out of sight of Yuka.

"He left, Yuuka. The children's father left."

After saying this, he was ready for blood to splatter on the spot.

After an unknown number of breaths, he opened his eyes.

He saw obvious emotions appearing for the first time on Yuxiang's face, which seemed to have been isolated forever.

In her empty blue eyes, there seemed to be crow feathers flying like ashes, and the entire fantasy world began to become dim,

Tears quickly accumulated in her eyes, and she sighed in a low voice:

"You're not leaving. I love you so much."

Mr. walked gently behind Yuxiang,

Then he leaned down, gently hugged Yuxiang's neck, and said in her ear:

"I'm just a pile of dry bones in a grave."

"Do not."

"You have to wake up and face this, Yuuka."

"Do not……"

"I'm not here, nor anywhere. Only when you return to reality can you see me, Yuuka."

"Do not!!!"

Yuxiang suddenly broke away from her husband's arms and threw him to the ground wildly and desperately.

Those slender hands strangled the gentleman's neck tightly!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The gentleman's whole face has turned red.

Yuxiang's strength was so great that he couldn't break free!

In a daze, he felt that his stomach was churning wildly, and his brain seemed to be squeezed out of the Tianling Cap.

(Damn it, hands, move them, move them!!)

The gentleman used all his remaining strength to stuff the pill hidden in his right hand into Yuxiang's mouth.

His hand felt Yuxiang's warm tears overflowing on his face, but his consciousness was about to disconnect.

Feeling that the dark abyss was waving to him, he suddenly realized that he might have the rare achievement of being the teacher who was strangled to death by his students.

However, before that, he still had one more job to do.

He looked at Yuxiang, whose face was filled with tears and couldn't control herself with grief. He reached out to her ear with his trembling right hand,

then,

"Snapped"

He snapped his fingers crisply.

The sharp sound, like a loud bell, dispersed the remaining illusion.

Yuka's upper body fell into the husband's arms like a puppet with its strings cut off.

(Literally, I walked away from the gate of hell...)

The husband looked up at the ceiling of the office and exhaled all the breath he was holding in his chest.

"Hey………"

I don't know if it's relief, or complaining about why he's not dead yet.

He had said before that 'ten lives are not enough trouble', but now that he thinks about it, he is still conservative.

A hundred lives are not enough for them to endure.

Chapter 022: Day 079·Morning·'Xia Lai' Office⑤

When Yuka opened her eyes again, she saw her husband sprawled on the floor.

Like a deflated balloon, it was so shriveled that it had no power at all.

Seeing Yuxiang walking towards him, the gentleman blinked, and then said in a tone as if he had seen through the world:

"Yuxiang, you can do whatever you want with my body. I've given up struggling. You can help yourself."

After that, he moved his legs, like a rotten fish flopping on the ground.

Yuxiang covered her mouth, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Sir, you saved me again."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, thank God. I can't bear your gratitude."

The gentleman waved his hands repeatedly as if he was still frightened.

He seemed to remember that a certain mythological figure once said something very reasonable:

"Be careful, God's love is far more terrifying than God's hate."

The gentleman now truly understands the meaning of this sentence.

The students of Kivotos - young gods with godhood and great power but immature minds,

The love that sprouted in their immature hearts simply made him unable to live or die.

When I think about the fact that there may be more than one child similar to Yuka, maybe more than two or three,

The husband felt a dull pain in his neck.

He looked at Yuka again.

Yuxiang still looked like she was lost, but her eyes had become much clearer.

It seems that the illusion should not bother her for the time being.

In the silence, Yuxiang asked:

"Sir, do you still want to leave?"

The gentleman stared at the ceiling, thought for a long time, and finally nodded honestly:

"Yes, Yuuka. I still have a job."

"Is it about Hoshino-san?"

"That's right." The gentleman sighed, "There are many other things."

"...Can't we not go?"

"I won't give up on any student, and I won't give up on you, Yuuka."

Seeing the disappointed look on Yuxiang's eyes, Mr. added:

"I know what you are thinking and what you want...but Yuxiang, you are not yet 17 years old."

The gentleman paused.

"...Also, actually, I may have some psychological problems. Maybe I should have given up a long time ago, but my body still can't stop. This is so stupid."

"I know."

Yuxiang smiled, with sparkling tears in her eyes,

"I just like silly gentlemen."

"So, sir, let's get to work."

Chapter 023: Day 078·Dusk·Trinity Station Cafe ①

A cold breeze blew across the track-paved driveway, and the flags on the Holy Trinity platform fluttered in the wind.

A little bird flapped its wings and chirped a few times. It seemed that it couldn't stand the noisy students. It shook its head, spread its wings and flew away towards the sky.

"Boom..."

A low rumble of thunder rang out from deep within the thick clouds, and a gloomy gray enveloped the sky above Kivotos.

As if hearing the call from the trumpet, raindrops pattered on the umbrellas, clothes or hats of the students passing by.

Everyone on the street was in a hurry, but no one complained about the sudden rain.

After all, it’s not surprising that it rains in the middle of summer.

In Kivotos, rainy days always come unexpectedly, and everyone is accustomed to them.

Acigu Rifumei leaned against the window and looked at the people outside the window who were in a hurry due to the heavy rain.

She thought that the person she agreed with was probably on the way, and she couldn't help but frown.

The waiter had already started setting up the coffee table, and Hifumi was leaning on the velvet lounge chair, looking forward to the next second when the person she agreed with would appear.

Or never see each other.

Nifumi has already experienced many wars.

There is always no shortage of conflicts in Kivotos, such as the mercenaries lurking on the border, the black market next to the hospital, and the shady corners of the three major colleges, filled with conspiracy and violence.

She no longer had the qualification to call herself ordinary, but she felt inexplicably trembling in the coffee shop.

She has been growing these past few days, or more directly, she is training.