Zongman I fight weirdness in everyday world

"None of those."

Toma Kazusa was even more puzzled, thinking that high school students playing musical instruments were basically doing it as a hobby. Besides those, what else could it be?

"Then what instrument is it?"

Yexing slowly opened his mouth.

"Suona."

"Uh…"

Toma Kazusa was stunned.

Her pretty face, which had always been devoid of emotional fluctuations, like a robot, and always carried a cold expression, showed obvious emotional fluctuations for the first time.

After hesitating for a long time, Toma Kazusa nodded, noncommittally.

"Well… that's good too."

She really didn't expect that there would be a high school boy practicing the suona, of all instruments.

The suona, that's the hooligan of instruments!

"Since that's the case."

Yexing stood up, smiled and said.

"Then there's no time like the present. I happen to be free right now, so I'll go to your house to exorcise the demon."

"No problem."

Toma Kazusa didn't show any shy emotions, because that was her intention from the start.

"Farewell, may our green hills remain, and our green waters flow forever. We'll meet again someday."

Yexing cupped his fist at Sakurajima Mai and Futaba Rio, and then, with lightning speed, left with Toma Kazusa.

Sakurajima Mai and Futaba Rio exchanged a glance.

The air became silent again.

They like to compete?

Now it's good, Yexing has run off to Toma-san's house, there's nothing to compete for.

"Futaba-san."

Sakurajima Mai looked at Futaba Rio, smiling.

"Yexing is already gone, why don't you go home first?"

Futaba Rio glanced at Sakurajima Mai, put on her glasses again, and asked back.

"What about you?"

"I have something I want to ask him, so I'll wait for him to come back."

"Is that so, then I'll wait with you too."

"That's good."

The two women sat facing each other, both determined.

Normally, since Yexing had gone out, they would just come back the next day, since it's not like they wouldn't see him.

But today.

Sakurajima Mai and Futaba Rio were absolutely not going to leave here.

Otherwise, wouldn't that be leaving an opportunity for the opponent?

…

Half an hour later.

"This is my house, there's no one else here, make yourself at home."

Toma Kazusa said casually.

The house she lived in was a luxurious flat, and in the center of the living room was a piano, polished to a shine, that looked expensive.

Yexing didn't express the usual exclamation of "Your house is so big."

At this moment, he had already retracted his deterrent force against evil spirits, the so-called aura.

Otherwise, ordinary ghosts and monsters would probably not dare to approach within a kilometer of him.

Yexing usually didn't choose to do this, mainly for two reasons.

On the one hand, he didn't want to see those things getting in the way.

On the other hand, this was also a strict standard for a gourmet to control his food.

Devouring ordinary evil spirits and ghosts, for him now, was just a drop in the bucket, better than nothing.

Only powerful evil spirits who dared to approach despite the pressure he emitted, and were very confident in their power, could meet Yexing's current standards.

"It seems it hasn't started yet."

Seeing that the piano placed there hadn't produced the slightest movement, Toma Kazusa said lightly, and then sat down on the sofa.

According to her character, she wouldn't waste a single moment that she could spend playing the piano.

But this time, it was the first time in Toma Kazusa's life that she didn't want to play the piano.

She wanted to put all her attention on Yexing.

And…

Toma Kazusa's expression seemed calm.

In fact, her hands were trembling nervously.

This was the first time.

Toma Kazusa, who possessed extraordinary piano playing talent, no less than her mother Toma Youko, had experienced trembling hands for the first time.

Why was this?

She didn't understand herself, she just felt very nervous.

Even more nervous than her first public performance, or when playing in front of her mother.

"Oh, then we'll just wait a bit."

Yexing said indifferently, and also sat down on the sofa.

Seeing that he sat on the sofa next to her, instead of choosing to sit beside her, Toma Kazusa felt a sense of relief, but also a inexplicable sense of loss.

To be honest.

Toma Kazusa didn't know what she was thinking.

There were still a few days left of spring break.

If she wanted to make a request, she could completely wait until after school started.

That way, she wouldn't have to call her teacher Hiratsuka Shizuka.

According to Toma Kazusa's usual character, she would avoid talking to others as much as possible.

Why didn't she choose to wait, but made a decision that violated her consistent character?

Toma Kazusa didn't understand, she couldn't comprehend this version of herself.

Silence fell in the living room.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

Yexing looked very relaxed, not in a hurry to go back at all.

He enjoyed spending time with Futaba Rio and Sakurajima Mai.

But there was a premise.

It was Sakurajima Mai "or" Futaba Rio.

Not Sakurajima Mai "and" Futaba Rio.

A battlefield of love.

What a terrifying term.

The best way to resolve a conflict is to make the source of the conflict disappear.

So Yexing disappeared.

Of course, there was another reason.

He really wanted to see what kind of ghost would play the piano at Toma's house every day.

Such high artistic talent?

I don't know how long it had been.

Just as Toma Kazusa was thinking wildly, she suddenly heard a slight piano sound.

Yexing looked up and saw that a key on the piano in the living room had sunk down.

"It's starting."

Following Toma Kazusa's words, the keys on the piano began to undulate like waves.

The keys fell and popped up one by one, creating a beautiful melody, but also one that made people feel sad and heartbroken.

In Toma Kazusa's eyes, the piano was playing itself.

She even had the leisure to listen attentively, nodding from time to time, as if expressing her approval of the piano piece.

Seeing Toma Kazusa like this, Yexing finally understood.

He thought that she didn't have the attribute of being afraid of ghosts.

It turned out that Toma Kazusa's love for the piano completely overshadowed her fear of supernatural events, which was why she reacted this way.

Yexing even suspected that if this matter hadn't started to affect Toma Kazusa's daily performance, she wouldn't have even looked for him to make a request, but would have chosen to continue enjoying it.

Yexing looked at Toma Kazusa and lowered his voice.

"What do you think?"

Toma Kazusa pondered for a moment before slowly opening her mouth.

"I think this piece has very high requirements for speed and fluency, the difficulty is extremely high, proving that the performer's level is also very high, almost comparable to my mother's."

Yexing was speechless.

No, I didn't ask you that.

Forget it.

After all, it's Toma Kazusa.

It's normal to be a little abnormal.

The scene that Yexing saw was completely different from Toma Kazusa's.

A woman wearing a red evening dress, with her long hair loose, and a thin figure, was sitting in front of the piano and pressing the keys.

The evening dress on her body wasn't actually red.

From her face, two lines of bloody tears kept flowing down, dripping onto her clothes.

This evening dress was dyed red by blood.

"Damn, it's a vengeful ghost."

Unexpectedly, a common supernatural event actually had an unexpected gain.

The food had already prepared the ketchup itself.

That's interesting.

Upon hearing the words "vengeful ghost", the piano sound came to an abrupt stop.

The female ghost sitting in front of the piano slowly raised her head.