Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Akira Sakurai put down the pen, carefully closed the diary and hid it under the pillow.

He has just finished adding new characters to his novel.

Originally, he had countless thoughts in his mind that he wanted to express in writing, but unfortunately he ran out of time.

He stood up hurriedly, changed into the school staff's clothes, and walked out of the dormitory.

"Sakurai-kun! Here!" The female teacher, wearing a one-line skirt, waved to him.

Akira Sakurai quickly ran to Teacher Nami and said, "Teacher, I'm here."

Nami pursed her lips and smiled: "Sakurai-kun, now that you are a school janitor, you don't need to call me teacher, just call me Nami."

Akira Sakurai scratched her hair stupidly and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Nami-sensei."

Nami reluctantly handed the shovel to Sakurai Akira, clasped her hands together and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Sakurai-kun!"

Sakurai Akira took the shovel with great enthusiasm.

After explaining the task, Nami turned and left.

While digging the soil, Sakurai Akira quietly raised his head and looked at the beautiful figure of Nami, who was wearing a one-line skirt and twisting her waist as she walked away.

His head suddenly dropped.

Because Nami stopped and looked back at him: "Sakurai-kun, I made some plum rice, do you want it?"

Sakurai Akira raised his head, was stunned for a moment, and then nodded quickly.

Nami smiled, turned and left.

Sakurai Akira continued her work as a school janitor, but her mind was filled with the image of Nami.

This school is located in the mountains of Kobe, surrounded by thick stone walls with electrified barbed wire.

A brave child once wrapped himself in insulating cloth and grabbed the barbed wire, successfully scaling the wall and escaping from the campus. However, he then got lost in the mountains and was already thirsty and dehydrated when he was found by the rescue team.

This school is a "caring school".

The targets of care are children who have been rejected by other schools, such as Akira Sakurai, who are judged to have "violent tendencies."

The nuns kissed the children on their foreheads every night before going to bed, and powerful guards attached chains to the iron doors.

Sakurai Akira knew the real reason why he was sent to the Care School, and that was because of his blood.

He comes from the mysterious Sakurai family, a family that has inherited dragon blood since ancient times. When he was five years old, his elders gave Sakurai Akira a bloodline assessment. He was judged to be born with a flaw in his bloodline, and he might go berserk at any time.

He was quickly taken away from his home and sent to a missionary school in the mountains. The biggest benefactor of this school was his family. His parents never saw him again. Instead, he was replaced by a man in black clothes like this. man.

Nami is his former teacher.

Sakurai Akira was very attracted to Nami when he was a student, and he is still the same now.

Because Nami is the most beautiful woman he can see, but he is so far away from Nami, so far that he can't reach her. The only thing he can do is to make trouble as much as possible and let Nami scold him angrily.

Nami is a good teacher. Sometimes she gets so angry that she scolds Sakurai Akira for his stubbornness, but after scolding him, she will take Sakurai Akira to the teaching and research room, patiently tell him words of encouragement in the sunset light, and gently stroke his lips. top of head.

After Sakurai Akira graduated from high school and became a school janitor, Nami was also the first person among the staff to greet him.

She also brought a lunch box as a gift for his first day at work. The lunch box contained perfectly steamed custard and plum rice.

Sakurai Akira spent many years fantasizing about his love with Nami, but he always kept this love carefully hidden in his heart and never told others about it.

Because he knows that this is just his extravagant wish. If he tells it, others will laugh at him. He doesn't like to be laughed at by others.

He could only stay as close to the class Nami taught at work as possible. When she was in class, he stood outside the window and looked at Nami who was smiling like a flower on the podium.

Like a mole hiding in the dark to peek at his beloved.

He knew it was impossible for him and Nami, but this love was almost everything to him.

You only have this little stuff, do you want to sweep up all the remaining stuff and throw it into the trash can?

No matter how small the hope is...it's still hope.

Sakurai Akira is 22 years old. He graduated from high school and became a school janitor.

After becoming a school janitor, he had a single dormitory and got out of the dormitories surrounded by iron fences.

I originally thought this was a sign that everything was changing for the better, but security personnel still came to lock the iron doors every night.

The school said this was because his "violent tendencies" had not yet healed and he would cause trouble to society if he went out. He would not be able to enter society normally until he was forty years old.

Forty years old.

It seems very far away, yet very close at the same time.

Sakurai Akira has been in this school for 18 years. He can leave here as long as he stays for another 18 years. He has already passed half of the most difficult days.

It’s just that he sometimes thinks, what can he do when he is 40 years old and leaves school and joins the society?

At the age of forty, he has nothing to offer and has never left school in the mountains. He is an old man who has aged before he has had time to grow up, and a widow with no relatives.

How sad.

Sometimes he would lie in bed and dream about his future, and he would always shed tears uncontrollably, hiding in bed and crying about his sad fate.

Sakurai dug the hole, planted the saplings on the side, then filled it with soil and watered it.

After finishing everything, he stood aside and looked at his masterpiece.

This is a cherry blossom sapling. Although it is still very young, I think I will be able to see it grow vigorously and bloom into gorgeous cherry blossoms before I leave here.

Maybe... I can invite Nami that day?

This thought passed through Akira Sakurai's mind.

But he was quickly dismissed.

He stood there in silence for a long time, put the shovel in the corner, and walked tiredly to his dormitory.

He planned to go back and continue writing his novels. Maybe when he was forty years old, he could earn a living from his novels.

When he passed the door of the dormitory building, he suddenly stopped and looked at the calendar on the wall.

Calculate the time...

In five months, those law enforcers from our family will come again.

Every year on his birthday, a man in black would visit him as a parent.

They wore elegant black suits with gorgeous and ferocious pictures of ghosts and gods drawn on the linings of their suits.

Sakurai knew that these men were the so-called law enforcers. In this country, every mixed race was under the supervision of law enforcers, who maintained the order of mixed race society in the shadows.

Some of the law enforcers seemed carefree and would bring yaki confectionery and carp streamers to Sakurai Akira, while others were so majestic that it was hard to look directly at them.

But in the eyes of Akira Sakurai, there is no difference between them. When necessary, law enforcement officers, whether kind or majestic, will ruthlessly execute dangerous targets like Akira Sakurai.

They would all ask Sakurai Akira similar questions.

For example, will you suddenly become excited and unable to control yourself?

Have you fallen in love with any female classmates? Do you want to possess her?

Have you ever felt like there is someone annoying around you? Do you want to kill him?

Every question like this is like a sharp scalpel, cutting Akira Sakurai into thin slices and carefully observing them with a microscope.

Cold and biting.

It will be my birthday in five months.

Sakurai Akira walked back to the dormitory with heavy steps.

The moment he closed the bedroom door and turned around, Sakurai Akira was suddenly stunned.

A young man with dark brown hair who looked younger than him sat with his legs crossed in front of the desk.

He held a thick diary in his hand.

That's his diary!

One of his most precious secrets!

As if the last fig leaf had been torn off, feelings of shame and rage surged into Sakurai Akira's brain. At this moment, there was even a golden glimmer in his pupils, and he roared like a wild beast and rushed towards the man at the desk, swearing To take back what belongs to you!

He could hear the sound of blood flowing in his body, and unprecedented power flowed through every corner of his body as the blood surged.

At this moment, he was full of confidence and felt that he could tear a tiger and leopard alive!

But he suddenly froze in mid-step, like a puppet that was wound up, losing all power, and the hot blood in his body suddenly cooled down.

The man holding the diary at the desk raised his head.

Those cool and majestic dark golden eyes destroyed all his self-confidence with just one glance, turning him back into ordinary Sakurai Akira.

The man looked at him quietly without saying a word, but Sakurai Akira felt the urge to worship him.

The suppression from his bloodline made him weak, and he could no longer resist.

He was suddenly very frightened and confused.

If the law enforcers find out about his behavior just now, they will put a red mark on his file immediately!

And red represents death!

He looked at the young man with pleading eyes, wanting to beg him not to tell.

He didn't want to die yet, he still longed to be able to walk freely on the streets one day, watching the people coming and going around him, and watching the busy traffic in the distance.

The young man lowered his head and continued to look through his memory without responding to his begging.

The thick majesty that surrounded him before dissipated.

Sakurai Akira regained his freedom, but he did not dare to move and stood there awkwardly, like a student who made a mistake and was waiting for criticism from the teacher.

Until the young man raised his head again, closed the diary, frowned, and gave him the final judgment with a serious and cold expression:

"Your novel is not very good!"

Thanks to brother Guichen Wuyou 2 for the reward of 1,500 points, and thanks to brother Qingyan for the reward of 200 points. Thank you for being more low-key, "." Brother for the reward of 100 points.