Chapter 114

In the morning, the junior high teaching building would naturally have many students.

But the approaching class time would confine them to the classroom, also allowing the black-haired horse girl, who dislikes being watched, to work normally.

Dispelling the ghost rumors—this is tailor-made for the top students of the Spirit Summoning department.

However, the premise of 'dispelling' requires that it never actually happened.

"There are traces of spirit particle activity…"

The low-voiced Mancheng Chazuo gazed at the scene in the hallway, her dark-gold eyes surrounded by a captivating light.

Anyone who sees her now would feel a strange, non-human aura, as if she stands here yet could drift away with the wind at any moment, making her seem like a ghost.

Top students of Spirit Summoning inevitably take on some spiritual traits when communicating with souls; this relatively common sense of eeriness is also a manifestation of the department.

But for the well-read Chestnut East dorm head, it's not a problem.

She only cared about the meaning of the other's words.

"In other words, did it really happen?"

Spirit particle traces… Although I haven't studied spirits much, the concept of 'spirit particle' is also common knowledge in introductory reading.

The basic concepts that compose a soul, their traces are like fingerprints left by a criminal for spirits.

But after she asked that, the Spirit Summoning girl gave an uncertain reply: "I… still need to confirm…"

"Good." The dorm head nodded.

Mancheng Chazuo is a student of Beautiful Bay Dorm; Chestnut East dorm head Fuji Qishi doesn't know her well, but hearing Liya Maxun's confident recommendation, she was willing to trust her colleague and thus steadied herself.

But there's actually nothing much to confirm.

For Spirit Summoning students, distinguishing abnormal spirit particle distribution in the air is basic among basics. Mancheng Chazuo could fully believe that spirit activity had occurred here recently, but when she began to more finely discern the trajectory of those spirit particles, trying to reconstruct the scene……

——She then discovered that those spirit particle traces were actually very familiar.

So familiar that she unconsciously glanced at her own side.

——There was nothing there.

But that also makes sense.

"Friend" can be seen by whoever she wants to see her, but if she doesn't intend to appear, even Chazuo herself cannot detect her presence.

As for this 'Friend' who first appeared beside her during a spirit summoning ritual since birth, Mancheng Chazuo has never really understood her.

She only knows that she is very kind to her, very caring, and also looks very much like her.

But the professional knowledge she learned in class says that the appearance of a spirit summoned by a ritual varies within a certain range according to the spirit's type.

Assuming the summoned are merely low-grade wild spirits wandering above the spiritual ground, such spirits are only remnants of emotion and will, coalescing into spirit bodies by the spiritual ground's magic.

Lacking their own personality, their image either comes from imitation or from manifestation.

The ritual itself grants them abilities that low-grade spirits shouldn't have, but it does not increase their intelligence, nor does it make their fragmented consciousness clear.

"Friend" absolutely does not belong to low-grade spirits.

She should be a higher-ranking existence, similar to evil spirits, elves, heroic spirits, or even divine spirits.

It is not surprising that such an existence manifests an appearance highly consistent with that of the ritual's architect.

Therefore, Mancity Chazuo never bothered about the issue of the other's appearance being highly similar to her own.

To her, a "friend" is a friend, her best "friend," able to share all stories and emotions, accompany her in chat, comfort her, and protect her friends.

But a "friend" occasionally disappears to do things she doesn't know about.

At those times, it's just like now.

She activates a method dedicated to communicating with spirit bodies, trying to ask what the "friend" really thinks, but finds there is no feedback from the medium link as expected.

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"Friend"... isn't here.

"Chazuo classmate? Chazuo classmate? Chazuo classmate, are you alright?"

When Mancity Chazuo activates the ritual, to an onlooker it looks like she's spacing out; Fuji Qishi waited a moment, yet still couldn't help but wake her.

When the latter came to and looked at her, she asked: "Any results? Is the spirit present?"

Although she doesn't really care about spirits, the dorm head still wants to settle this rumor that could affect students' psychology as soon as possible.

"Nothing... just some lingering spirit remnants from the past," Mancity Chazuo shook her head; being naturally quiet and taciturn, she could be surprisingly persuasive when lying as long as she stayed calm, "Perhaps we need to look elsewhere."

"Oh, okay."

At the same time, inside the empty classroom on the third floor of the high school building, Aomo, who should have been resting, heard the conversation in the hallway through his keen hearing.

"That's Mancity Chazuo's classmate, right? I saw her in the middle school hallway before, and she could keep up with my full-speed sprint—amazing!"

"Mancity Chazuo? I always feel there's something different about her..."

"It's pretty strange; I greeted her and she just smiled and nodded. Chazuo classmate may not talk much, but she's not usually like this, right?"

"Maybe she drank something from Ailisuzhi that makes speaking inconvenient; I heard Meipu Bourbon was turned like that by Ailisuzhi."

"What kind of chained rumor is this? Meipu Bourbon has clearly always been like that."

A girl who had some contact with Bourbon somewhat dispelled the rumor, then created a new one: "But it's also possible that the unspeakable medicine really exists; I heard Ailisuzhi also draws inspiration from legends."

"Haha, you're talking about mermaid stories? Alright, class is really starting; we need to hurry!"

The sound, together with footsteps, faded from near to far, allowing Aomo to further confirm that Tressen's teaching building does not pursue soundproofing.

I don't know how the horse girls, with their mostly sensitive hearing, manage to stay focused.

Probably their self-regulation ability is truly excellent; Aomo recalls that an interview in a magazine indeed mentioned this, just as he himself knows how to adjust his hearing freely—able to hear in all directions when needed, and otherwise try to dull it as much as possible.

So as not to be weakened mentally by noise when rushing with a crowd into a discount supermarket.

But even though he usually chooses to dull his hearing somewhat, at this moment he can hear footsteps approaching.

The shoes match Tressen's uniform; judging by stride, it's likely a girl about 1.5 meters tall, weight roughly..... Aomo recalled the girls' earlier remarks, relaxed a bit, and heard the knocking.

"Chazuo classmate? Please come in."

From the recliner, they slightly lifted their head; Aomo watched the black-haired girl push the door open; the smile on their face suddenly turned to surprise; and their eyes, beginning to be suffused with blood, narrowed slightly.

You still have this side?

The girl who, after entering the classroom, first turned back to close the classroom door—whether facing forward or from behind, she indeed looks like Manchester Chazuo, provided you don't notice her more cheerful demeanor, and notice that her door-closing action is actually faster than the slower pace of Manchester Chazuo, and the way she looks at you when she turns around.

That stern scrutinizing gaze is hard to see in the eyes of the well-behaved yet somewhat clumsy Manchester Chazuo; instead, it brings to mind the other existence that was only encountered last night.

Zhouri Ningjing.

At this moment, her figure has shown some growth; the black hair that was originally pure-colored at her forehead also begins to show white streaks, thus making her appearance consistent with yesterday's.

Even that slightly unfriendly tone is the same.

You too? Lying here weak and sick, you wouldn't even lack the ability to get in, would you?