Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 813 - 803: Lively Culture Festival (Part 2)

Ayatsuki Ayaka in a hurry thought of a very good reason to refuse, and righteously said: "Saeko and their parents are always too busy to have time.

As a friend, how can I just think of myself?

You guys can just go out and date."

The parents thought about it and didn't insist on going to the school to see the cultural festival performance.

They also understood that the gap between their daughter and those friends was already quite large.

If those imbalanced factors were added, it would likely lead to a breakdown in the friendship.

That's how children's friendships are.

When things are good, they can entrust life and death, but when they break up, it's often over a trivial detail.

Young people are easily excited.

"Then we won't go."

"Mm, mm, I get your intentions."

Ayatsuki Ayaka nodded repeatedly, slipped into the washroom, and breathed a sigh of relief, finally having fooled them.

She looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfied expression. In critical moments, she still had quick wit.

She actually came up with such a perfect excuse.

Ayatsuki Ayaka chuckled.

...

Brilliant High School.

The atmosphere of the cultural festival was very strong.

The school gate was beautifully decorated by the students.

In front of the teaching building, you could also see the stalls set up by students from various classes, some making snacks on the spot, others selling toys.

Participants in the cultural festival included not only the school's students but also some parents and middle and elementary school students.

Those students would judge the quality of Brilliant High School through the cultural festival to decide whether they would choose to come here after graduation next year.

The elementary school students were just here for fun.

Various classes performed different programs in different venues, such as the maid cafe and haunted house, which were in classrooms.

A music concert or stage play required the auditorium stage.

The Sleeping Beauty performance of 2nd-year Class C was scheduled for one in the afternoon.

Hojo Shouko chose to participate in her class's haunted house activity in the morning.

The desks and chairs inside had already been moved out, and a winding path was purposely made with wooden boards, from the front to the back door, with a very eerie setup, accompanied by special effects unique to horror films.

Hojo Shouko had makeup to look like a hanging ghost, her face was pale, and even tomato sauce was dripping from the corner of her mouth.

She was wearing Sadako's kind of plain white dress.

"I still feel like this isn't scary enough."

Natsuka Yanagimachi, responsible for the costume, touched her chin, thinking that putting such a hanging ghost in front of those boys might make them feel overly excited.

Natsuka Yanagimachi thought it over and focused on the overly developed chest.

She quickly sprayed tomato sauce on it, then attached bits of broken bone to create the feeling of the chest being pierced from the back.

To cover the beauty of the chest with ghastly bloodiness.

The body shouldn't be too slim either.

She lifted up Hojo Shouko's dress, stuffed a pillow into her waist, and tied it up to create the look of being killed while pregnant, then hanged.

With this makeover, Hojo Shouko's image and temperament completely changed, and her tranquil face seemed as expressionless as if she were dead.

"Wow, this looks a lot scarier now."

Natsuka Yanagimachi was very satisfied with her masterpiece and started applying vampire makeup on herself.

Once prepared, they each returned to their positions.

Hojo Shouko stood on a stool, putting her head into the noose.

The thick darkness would cover the stool underfoot, and the light would suddenly switch on and only illuminate her body.

This would make people ignore the stool underfoot to the greatest extent, creating the appearance of truly being hanged.

"This is the haunted house." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Kono, I'm so scared, let's not play this."

"Don't be afraid; no matter what happens, I'll protect you."

The boy promised confidently.

Hojo Shouko took a deep breath, kept a blank expression, and calmly waited for them to appear.

As she thought this, the young couple already appeared before her.

The girl clung tightly to the boy's right arm, her face full of fear.

The unique sound effects of horror films flowed through the silent space.

Kono Kazuhiko didn't care about his surroundings, his mind was filled with the arm embraced by the girl.

This is a chest.

How great it is.

Kono Kazuhiko boldly said: "Not bad, they're really good at setting the atmosphere."

"I'm so scared."

The girl's timid response made Kono Kazuhiko stand up straighter, boasting, "What storms haven't I weathered? If a demon really shows up, I can take it out with one punch."

Suddenly, a dim green light flickered on.

It shone on Hojo Shouko, who said in an ethereal voice, "I'm so full of hate~~"

"Oh my god!"

Kono Kazuhiko screamed in fear and hurriedly took the girl's hand and fled the scene.

Hojo Shouko watched this unfold, thinking that Summer Flower's makeup skills were really excellent.

...

"You said you'd definitely protect me, liar, let's break up!" "Tomoko, don't do this, give me another chance."

A man and a woman walked out from the haunted house's back door.

The man had a pleading look on his face, while the woman stormed off furiously, clearly unable to accept his lack of masculinity in the haunted house.

Aozawa watched with curiosity.

Morimoto Chiyoda, Emily, and Katerina had arranged to wander around school without him.

He had received an invitation from Natsuka Yanagimachi, and with nothing better to do, he decided to check out their class's haunted house.

Judging from that couple's performance just now, this haunted house seemed quite frightening, to the point where a couple even broke up over it.

He bought a ticket at the entrance and went inside the haunted house, where the ambiance was dim and typical horror movie music echoed inside.

It didn't seem all that different.

With hands in his pockets, Aozawa walked forward, not seeing anything particularly scary, and approached Hojo Shouko.

With a sudden flick, a dim green light illuminated the upper half of Hojo Shouko, her face pale as paper, making the ketchup at the corner of her mouth appear vividly red.

A series of burst bones jutted from her chest.

A lot of ketchup was smeared there.

"I'm so full of hate~~"

Hojo Shouko stared at Aozawa with ethereal calm and unblinking eyes.

Even recognizing Aozawa, she still fulfilled her duties as a haunted house staff member.

She always took her work seriously.

Hissing slightly, Aozawa took a sharp breath, finally understanding why the couple left the haunted house with a breakup.

It was likely because Hojo Shouko was too terrifying.

Those icy eyes contained no trace of human emotion, like a true ghost staring at a human.

"Shouko, your makeup is really impressive."

Aozawa snapped back to reality and clapped his hands generously.

Hojo Shouko stood there, responding with the same ethereal tone, "Senpai, please respect my current ghostly identity."

"Alright, then I won't disturb you."

"Hmm~"

Hojo Shouko's reply echoed in the silent space.

Aozawa continued to walk forward.

The following scenes were quite plain, with skeletal remains suddenly dropping, ghost projections, and hands emerging from the ground to grab feet, "I died so tragically~"

"It's got nothing to do with me."

Aozawa squatted down, pried off the hand, and continued walking forward.

"Wow!"

As he neared the exit, someone suddenly leapt out from the side, grabbing his shoulder.

Snow-white fangs flashed coldly from their mouth.

Aozawa raised his hand and flicked her forehead.

"Ouch, that hurts."

Natsuka Yanagimachi released him, holding her head, "Aozawa-senpai, you really don't understand the romance of a haunted house!

At a time like this, you should be running away crying!"

"At this level, there's really nothing scary about it."

Aozawa replied calmly.

Natsuka Yanagimachi initially seemed dissatisfied but then shifted to a sinister smile, "Yeah, compared to what's happening now.

A real horror movie for Aozawa-senpai would be this afternoon's stage play.

If Shouko loses, she'll definitely cry a lot, but if she wins, Phoenix Academy's Seniors will be in tears.

Hehe, I'm looking forward to seeing senpai sweat buckets."

Thud.

Aozawa flicked her forehead again, "Don't underestimate them, they won't cry."

"Hehe."

Natsuka Yanagimachi displayed a face that even a vampire wouldn't believe.