Horror/Fear Anime: Starting with a Tomie Hairstyle

Chapter 370 One Punch Tomie's One Punch

Campus life always brings a sense of leisure.

Jiuzhiche slept very well.

If teachers lose their jobs in the future, they could consider starting a class to help people with insomnia; it would likely be very effective.

Kayako was writing in her diary, occasionally stealing glances at Kyuji Che's profile and sketching his image in the notebook.

Jiuzhiche looked out the window.

After sleeping for a long time, it's nice to look at the scenery.

Oshikiri Tetsuya kept turning around from his seat.

This alerted Kayako.

Why does he always look at Che?

Kayako put down her pen, a feeling of displeasure welling up inside her.

Actually, many people like to peek at Che, but Kayako tolerated it.

Because she also enjoys watching, she can understand other people's obsession to a little bit, and as long as they don't go too far, she won't care that much.

But Oshikiri Tetsuya was too obvious.

I hate it.

Unbeknownst to them, a dark shadow gathered on the ceiling, then began to stretch out, the dense blackness about to touch Oshikiri Tetsuya.

"Kayako, what are you looking at?"

As soon as Jiuzhi Che finished speaking, the darkness vanished instantly, leaving not a trace. He seemed not to have noticed anything, merely asking out of curiosity about Kayako's behavior.

Kayako seemed to snap out of her reverie, averting her gaze. "I was wondering when lunchtime would arrive."

This was indeed just one of her ideas.

"One more class, almost there." Jiu Zhiche glanced at her diary, a smile playing on his lips. "You write in your diary every day, but it seems you haven't changed the notebook?"

"It's been replaced; this is the 33rd one," Kayako said somewhat embarrassedly.

Writing a diary is such a niche hobby that it's not exactly a trend.

The girl hid all her secrets inside, but she didn't know when someone would read them, perhaps showing them to her sweetheart.

Just thinking about it makes me feel inexplicably shy.

Jiuzhiche was astonished. 33 books! How much writing ability does that take?

With some editing, it could all be published.

With a secret thought in mind, Kayako looked at Jiuzhi Che with a hint of expectation in her eyes, "I like to record my daily life and some feelings, which are my true emotions."

So, do you want to watch it?

As expected, Jiuzhi Che asked, "Would you mind having one more curious reader in Kayako's diary?"

Kayako got excited. "Um! I, I mean, I don't mind."

I love my readers! Especially my only reader named Che!

With boundless joy filling her chest, Kayako's tremolo came out.

Her diary records her absolutely genuine emotions and state of mind, essentially dissecting and dissecting herself to show Che.

This means that she has almost no secrets from Che.

The slight shame of being seen through is nothing at all!

Jiuzhiche took the diary and opened it to the first page.

"Um... Mr. Jiuzhi, excuse me."

Oshikiri Tetsuya walked over with an embarrassed but sincere smile. "I want to formally express my gratitude to you. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened in that house. Maybe I would have been..."

"Anyway, thank you very much, Jiuzhi-kun!"

He had wanted to express his gratitude for a long time, but Jiu Zhiche had been on leave.

He hesitated for a while before mustering the courage to express his gratitude.

Jiuzhiche: "You reminded me that helping out is nothing, as long as you pay me."

Oshikiri Tetsuya was a little confused, and quickly said, "Of course, of course."

A moment later, Kyushitsu received a transfer of 10 yen.

Back in his seat, Tetsuya Oshikiri breathed a sigh of relief. 10 yen was too little. He thought it would be at least 100 million yen. He was prepared to use up a year's allowance.

Jiuzhi-jun is such a good person!

Oshikiri Tetsuya suddenly shivered. He had just felt a chill around him. Who opened the window?

Kayako pursed her lips slightly, clearly displeased.

Because class has started.

Takagi-sensei's class.

I don't know what got into him, but he immediately asked Jiu Zhiche to answer a question.

After answering, Mr. Takagi praised him profusely. Before Kyushige could even settle down, he took out the exam paper and said, "Today we're going to implement a new teaching method. We'll have the students who did well give the presentations, and I'll fill in the gaps in their knowledge."

"Jiuzhi, you're the one."

So, Jiuzhiche went up to the podium again.

Kayako bit her lip hard, the resentment in her eyes almost tangible, and whenever she caught a glimpse of Takagi-sensei, that resentment would surge even higher.

After finally getting through get out of class, Jiu Zhiche went to heat up his lunch, and the two of them ate on the lawn outside the teaching building.

Kayako was listless, wanting to say something but not wanting to give Jiuzhiche the impression that she was urging him.

Until she opened the bento box and was drawn to its exquisite surface.

Thick slices of eel are grilled to a glossy, amber-like color. Golden, fluffy tamagoyaki (Japanese rolled omelet) are neatly arranged to the side, along with a few peeled shrimp and two florets of broccoli for garnish.

This is a beautifully presented bento box; it looks delicious.

Kayako's eyes lit up. "Che, can I eat it now?"

Jiuzhi Che laughed, "This was originally prepared for you, so eat as much as you like."

Kayako suppressed the urge to cheer, and couldn't wait any longer, "I'm starting!!"

It's soft, chewy, and delicious, with a rich but not greasy sauce.

Seeing Kayako eating so happily, her big eyes blinking, Jiuzhi Che's smile deepened.

How to put it? Kayako is a very easy-going and easily satisfied girl.

As long as you find the right method.

Light clouds drifted across the midday sky, the sky a clear blue. The desolate feeling of the bare trees in winter appeared somewhat serene and tranquil under the impact of the clear blue sky.

If things could always be like this, that would be the greatest happiness.

Jiuzhiche is starting to plan his life after retirement.

Of course, this is on the premise that all the weird and strange things have been eliminated.

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Some are planning for retirement, while others are forging ahead, blasting away all the trivialities they see.

Among the broken buildings, the thick, dark green mold had faded considerably, now appearing as a pale green.

After more than two days, Tomie finally found the culprit behind the mold—

A thick clump of mold was attached to a house.

The house was covered in mold, which had spread to the surrounding area, contaminating a large area.

"Is anyone there?"

Tomie's expression shifted slightly, but he showed no intention of dodging. His inner energy detached from his body, transforming into an arrow that pinned the person who had come out of the house firmly to the wall.

"ah!!"

The man looked to be in his fifties. The mold seemed to have no effect on him; at least on the surface, he appeared to be human.

He tried to pull out the arrow, but all he saw was air; what he touched was a long, thin object.

"Who are you?"

"So there was someone behind it all."

Tomie sneered, "You don't need to know."

After saying that, she threw a punch.

The fist blasted with a loud bang, mixed with countless bursts of energy. The house collapsed with a crash, shattering into pieces. Mold filled the air as it broke apart with the energy, and in the blink of an eye, only the foundation of the house remained.

Along with that person, they turned into smoke and dust at the same time.