August 15th, Wednesday. Today was another sunny day.

When Yuki Komori opened her eyes, she was faced with heavy dark circles and stiff joints. She struggled to stretch her body and slowly got up from the bed.

She opened the window. It was the beginning of spring.

The sun had already risen, and the wind was slightly blowing, bringing with it the smell of grass.

In a few days, the cherry blossoms would be blooming.

Yūki slowly changed into her school uniform, adjusted her watch to the correct time, and yawned while looking at the mirror.

There was a young girl standing there. She was wearing the school uniform of the local middle school. She had light yellow short hair and light pink eyes. Her mouth was pursed and she looked lifeless.

No, I can't go out like this.

Yūki patted her cheeks, this time showing a bright smile, and her aura became brighter.

With this smile, she finally went out.

She was already 14 years old, but she still lived alone in this apartment.

Not only was it thanks to the fact that the Komori Family was too lazy to take care of her, but it was also thanks to the fact that there was a famous killing god guarding this town.

The apartment wasn't big, it was just a normal rental apartment.

Next door lived a poor manga artist named Mr. Fujinuma. He was always busy with his dreams, but he couldn't succeed in publishing and editing. In the end, he had to work everywhere to survive. Occasionally, when he met Yūki, he would teach her how to draw. He was a very kind uncle.

It was so early in the morning, he should have already started work.

After greeting the landlord, Yūki went to school with a smile on her face.

"Kōyūki is so energetic this early in the morning." The landlord, Chie Risaka, swept the fallen leaves at the door and sighed as she watched the girl leave.

Reiko Shirai, who was passing by, lightly patted Chie Risaka's head, "You're only a middle school student, you're even younger than Kōyūki."

Due to various reasons, the landlord of this apartment was now a girl who had just entered junior high school. She was in the same grade as Yūki, but not in the same class.

She was only a junior high school student, yet she was able to take on such a heavy responsibility without being afraid of danger. It had to be said that it was all thanks to the powerful killer in town.

Yūki arrived early today because she was on duty today. She greeted the Conduct and Discipline Committee member at the door and entered the classroom.

It's still early, so there shouldn't be anyone here … Eh?

The girl with the broom in the classroom saw Yūki and nodded timidly. "Good morning, Komori."

Sawada from her class.

Yūki walked in and put down her bag. Puzzled, she asked, "Why are you cleaning here? Aren't the students from the Ancient Village on duty today?"

"Erm, yesterday after school, he asked me to replace him …"

"Oh, I see."

Even in this school where the Great Killing God ruled, the weak being bullied and humiliated was still a matter of course, not to mention that this boy was a well-known good-for-nothing in his grade.

Not good at studying, not good at sports, not good at socializing, and also clumsy at doing things.

No matter how you look at it, he was a good-for-nothing.

Yūki didn't have any thoughts about this kind of school bullying.

This wasn't something that an outsider should interfere with, and it wasn't too much. In the territory ruled by the Killing God, this was just ordinary bullying.

To get rid of this kind of situation, the person involved had to work hard and change. If he didn't want to change, then no matter who intervened, they wouldn't be able to do anything. They might even drag themselves into it.

"Don't you think you're too nervous, Sawada classmate?"

"Ah, no …"

"We're all classmates. I want to chat with you, but you don't want to chat with me. Aren't you not giving me face?"

"Erm, no … Wah!" He hurriedly waved his hands and tried to explain, but he panicked and fell to the ground.

Yūki smiled at his reaction and said, "How about this, you go over there and I'll take care of here."

"En, okay." He lowered his head and shyly got up from the ground.

This time, the awkward atmosphere finally eased. Yūki began to take the initiative to talk: "Today's weather is very good. The cherry blossoms will bloom soon."

"En, yes, it's going to bloom again."

Yūki's attitude towards Sawada was very relaxed. She didn't mention Sawada being bullied and acted as if it didn't exist. She chatted with him as an ordinary classmate and finished her shift.

It was an ordinary day, an ordinary day, and an ordinary day.

The girls were noisy, worrying about Valentine's Day in a few days.

Whenever the girls got together to talk about chocolate, the boys would stretch their ears and try to find out if there was a chocolate for them.

One very important thing was that the so-called Valentine's Day chocolate had a clear distinction between the original and the righteousness.

Generally speaking, when the girls made chocolate together, they would give the righteousness chocolate to the boys in the class. This chocolate was redemption for the boys in the class who no one loved.

However, if they didn't think of returning the gift, that is, if they didn't return the gift on White Valentine's Day, the girls wouldn't give each other chocolates next year.

Why would you just take the chocolate and not return the gift!

Making chocolate was also very tiring!

Regarding this year's list, everyone was discussing fervently. Most of them were originally from the same primary school, so after being divided into classes, they naturally remembered the list.

The biggest surprise this year was the extra transfer student, Prison Temple. He was handsome and had good grades, but his temper was too bad. It felt like they couldn't count on him to return the gift.

In response to this, the girls were divided into three factions. One faction was that he was handsome, so even if they couldn't give him the original, they would still give him the righteousness.

The other faction was that if they couldn't receive a gift in return, they might as well give Yamamoto more. Maybe they could even get sushi in return.

The remaining factions were Yūki and Kyokushin.

Kyoko, it didn't matter if they gave him a gift or not. They were all good friends, so they were okay with anything.

The two factions were still arguing about the existence of Prison Temple. Yūki took the opportunity to find Sawada's name on the list on the table and made a tick.

Kyoko saw it and asked Yūki with interest: "Kōyūki, do you like Sawada?"

Not long ago, Jingzi had been confessed to by Sawada with his head on fire. She had always thought that it was a joke and treated Sawada the same as the other students.

Yūki shook her head and pointed at Sawada's name, "Because since everyone wants to give a gift, wouldn't it be better to give a gift that they wouldn't dare not return the gift?"

According to Sawada's personality, he might really be flattered and give all the girls in the class a gift in return.

Although she didn't know much about him, based on his personality, he probably spent his entire elementary school Valentine's Day with his mother's chocolates.

Kurokawa Hana, who was in Prison Temple's faction, also chimed in: "I think that's feasible. Compared to not getting a gift in return, there's a high possibility that Sawada will be very respectful and return a gift."

Thus, the matter of giving Sawada a gift of righteous chocolates was settled.

Yūki didn't feel like she did anything wrong. Righteous chocolates had to be given on an equal footing.

The Natal Chocolate was a type of chocolate that could only be rejected or accepted. How could there be a return gift?

"Kōyūki, do you have someone you like?" Kyoko asked Yūki with a smile. Her eyes were full of gossip.

Young girls of this age would always like this kind of peachy question.

This time, Yūki shook her head seriously: "Don't think about gossip. I don't think these boys can enter my eyes."

"Wow, Kōyūki is so serious. Don't tell me you like mature men like Xiao Hua?"

"Annoying!"

The girls played around for a while and didn't decide whether to give Prison Temple chocolates until the end of class at noon.

Prison Temple, who was always the center of the topic, was forced to sneeze a few times in the morning. In order not to infect Sawada, he resolutely chose to leave early.

The afternoon was noisy, which was a rare sight.

"Not good!

Yamamoto wants to jump off the roof! "

Accompanied by the deafening voice of the male student who came to report, the entire class came out in full force. In the blink of an eye, the classroom was empty.

Packing up the textbooks for the afternoon, Yūki suddenly wanted to sigh.

This group of people really didn't mind being noisy. Last time, Prison Temple was also full of sex appeal. Last time, they cut the playground to find time capsules and dig up the teacher's test papers. Are boys at this age a group of idiots?

"Sawada, aren't you going?"

It didn't seem right that he didn't follow. Yūki stood up and noticed that there was still someone at the other end of the classroom.

He nodded hesitantly with an expression that said it was all his fault.

What a good-for-nothing face. Didn't he have a good relationship with Yamamoto yesterday?

Yūki said with a cold face: "Aren't you Yamamoto's friend? It's such a big thing. What are you hesitating for?" With that, she turned and left.

Sawada opened his mouth, but in the end, as if he had accepted his fate, he followed her out.