A collection of stories about Ayanokoji

Reactioooooon!!!!!!!

(Hello everyone, my dear readers!

How are you? I hope you are doing well, and may it always be so! I won't drag it out and will say it straight: I decided to try to return to the world of reactions. Of course, new issues will not be released every day or every week - it all depends on the circumstances.

I hope you enjoy this chapter, and if so, I will be happy to continue!)

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Students and teachers suddenly found themselves in a huge room that looked like a movie theater. The space was darkened, only the soft light of the screen barely illuminated the rows of empty seats. The high ceiling, dark walls and many chairs going into the shadows created an atmosphere in which it seemed that this hall stretched to infinity. In the very center of the room there was a huge screen, but there was nothing on it except barely noticeable shimmering stripes, as if he was waiting for the start of the show.

All those present, students of the first, second and third courses, as well as teachers, were lying in the seats, like puppets with cut threads - motionless and unconscious. Only Ayanokouji remained on his feet, looking around with a cold, shrewd look. He sighed, mentally noting the scale of this new test.

"You must be joking," - he thought with a slight irony, looking at the whole scene. "Well, it's a take two."

A minute later, the students and teachers began to recover. At first, everyone looked stunned, but then, looking around and realizing that they were in an unfamiliar place, they began to panic. Questions, restless screams and sounds of nervous voices filled the space, dispersing the silence, as if a wave had covered the room.

"Where are we? What's going on?" - screams were heard from different ends of the hall.

First-year students, talking conversively, looked at the seniors in fear, looking for support. The sophomores were no less worried, trying to somehow understand the situation, and it seemed that they were also on the verge of hysteria. Third-year students and teachers, although they tried to keep their cool, still could not hide the tension.

Ayanokouji was sitting in his seat, quite calmly watching the chaos around. There was no shadow of excitement or surprise on his face - only boredom and indifference.

Suddenly, Ayanokouji had a glass of coke and a bucket of popcorn in his hand. He made himself more comfortable, leaning back in the seat, and, slowly bringing popcorn to his mouth, watching the panic around as if he was watching some absurd movie.

"Somehow this GOD is lingering," - he thought, glancing at the time on the phone screen. All this chaos reminded him of a performance, act by act played out before him, but so far he was the only spectator who knew what would happen next.

A bright flash lit up the whole hall, like an instant explosion of light. All those present instantly fell silent, their screams and whispers dissolved in the air, when they, amazed, stared at the center of the hall, where something inexplicable was happening.

From the dazzling radiance appeared a man in a snow-white suit, perfectly sitting on his slim figure. He had a cylinder hat on his head, and his posture was confident and calm. He stood motionless, with a slight smile on his face, as if he was enjoying the attention of all these people. His gaze, calm and at the same time deep, slid through the hall, as if he was evaluating each of those present, but stopped, noticing Ayanokouji, who continued to sit, leisurely eating popcorn.

"Finally," - Ayanokouji thought, casting an indifferent look at a strange stranger.

The mysterious man with a slight wave of his hand called everyone to silence, and his calm voice echoed through the hall: