The room chief's sword doesn't want to go home today

After smoothing the irritable Chijian in front of him, Qingshou also noticed that it was almost time to leave school, and thought of the tennis club training, he greeted Chijian and quickly left the conscious world.

'It's just a little game for humans to waste their lives. '

Chi Jian sneered, expressing his disdain for Qingshou's serious attitude towards everything.

Remembering the homework left by the teacher, Qingshou replied through his consciousness while packing his schoolbag, "Existence is reasonable. Achi just didn't see the meaningful side of these things." '

For Chi Jian's disdain, Qing Shou also expressed his understanding. For Wang Jian like Ah Chi who only likes to fight and kill, studying and club activities are just a waste of time.

' By the way, isn't Ah Chi going to say hello to King Chi? '

Qingshou thought about opening his mouth. Generally speaking, after exchanging pleasantries, shouldn't it be a friendly farewell to leave, but until now the other party has not shown any signs of leaving.

Although Qingshou didn't want the other party to stay in his own consciousness world, but if Wang Jian's consciousness slipped away for a long time, it would reduce the power of Red King.

It's like comparing a spiritual weapon with a simple forged weapon, and everyone knows which one is more powerful.

But now, because the Chijian consciousness has left, if Zhou Fangzun fights with Munakata Reishi at this time, Zhou Fangzun will be holding the ordinary forged weapon, and Munakata Reishi will be holding the spiritual weapon blessed by Qingshou.

To put it simply, the original two-on-two fair game has become two-on-one.

Hearing Qingshou's question, Chi Jian snorted, "The only place I can go now is to go back to the sky besides you." '

The implication is: I will not go here.

'As long as you are happy, Achi. '

But how should I explain this to Asi?After agreeing, Qingshou thought distressedly, forget it, let's finish the task of the tennis club first.

So, Aomori began to concentrate on recording the data; Chijian shared his vision with him, while belittling the physical fitness of human cubs while mocking Aomori for being so responsible for this kind of shit; Munakata Reiji also began to be serious after the power of the riot calmed down review file...

It seemed that everything that happened before was just an illusory dream, except for Zhou Fangzun.

Homra bar.

After the power riot suddenly subsided, and then he felt that the connection between himself and Wang Jian had suddenly weakened for no reason. Zhou Fangzun ignored everyone's worried eyes, returned to the second floor with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and leaned on the balcony. Fingers swirling red pyrotechnics approached the cigarette and lit it.

The weakening of power must be a very bad thing in the eyes of others, but from his own point of view, the uncontrollable tyrannical factor has been controlled, and the evil thoughts of wanting to destroy everything have gradually faded from his mind. a good thing.

The current him in this state, in a sense, is stronger than the previous one.

Looking up into the sky, that guy probably thought the same way because he was using the sword of Damocles whose power was looming.

Suddenly there was a slight tugging sensation from the corner of the clothes, and Zhou Fangzun lowered his head to meet a pair of clear and ethereal eyes.

"Anna." He held the lit cigarette in his hand, and the sudden flame swallowed up the half of the cigarette in an instant. He let go of his palm, and scattered dust fell down.

The little girl with white hair and red eyes held a red marble in front of her eyes, "Beautiful red, it flew away."

At this time, the barbarians who secretly followed Anna up to investigate the situation looked at me and I looked at you.

What does red fly away mean?Wait online, hurry up!

Kusanagi Izumo and Tokuta Tara who was holding a camera at the side looked at each other, maybe it won't be long before they will be able to chat with their Barbara Wang Jian.

Tokyo Hyotei Gakuen Tennis Club.

After familiarizing with the work in the morning, Qingshou has a clearer understanding of the manager's work, which is generally responsible for data recording, logistics supplies, cheering (?) and so on.

Seeing Qingshou cheerfully running up and down handing water and towels, Chi Jian couldn't look away directly, and was instructed to do this and that by mere human cubs, shame on him!

After finishing the supply work, Qingshou took his small notebook and sat on the sidelines. The next thing to do was to record the training data.

However, these recorded data should be shown to coach Sakaki in the end. After all, Aomori is just a newbie who has just touched tennis.

Time flies when there is something to do. When everyone gathered at the court in tacit understanding, Aomori silently followed behind everyone. For the community culture where everyone shouted 'the winner is Atobe', He is still a little hard to accept.

So he stood at the end to fish in troubled waters.

But the goddess of fate always does not make people get what they want.

"Where's Munakata Aomori?" Atobe's gorgeous voice came from the front, and then the people in front of Aomori separated neatly like Moses divided the sea.

Qingshou weakly raised his right hand, "I'm here."

"Manager, Munakata Aomori." A very concise and clear introduction, after finishing speaking, Atobe motioned Aomori to stand beside him for others to get acquainted with.

Then the gorgeous young man raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. Following his movement, the coat drew a graceful arc in the air and fell into the hand of Huadi beside him.

"The winner is Atobe! The winner is Atobe!"

Aomori, who was standing beside Atobe, moved his mouth, but in the end he couldn't shout the team call as freely as the others.

Because of the extreme conflict in his heart, what he didn't notice was that no one in the main election spoke, which meant that he didn't have to shout along with him.

After finishing his work, Qingshou was packing his things with his head down, when suddenly a red head approached him.

"To express our welcome to Munakata-kun, let's go eat dessert together later." Xiang Riyue looked at Qingshou expectantly.

The corner of Renzu's mouth twitched, one step behind, "It's obvious that you want to eat dessert more, don't make decisions on your own."

"I think desserts are pretty good." Qingshou said with a smile. Compared with desserts, he thinks being accepted as a partner by everyone is the happiest thing.

Sensing Qingshou's happy mood, Chi Jian, who had been quiet for a while, cut coldly. Only Qing Jian would feel happy to be friends with human cubs.

Other Wang Jian: Please don't speak for us without authorization!

Qingshou: Ah Chi, Zhen Xiang warns!

Because he was going to eat dessert with everyone from the tennis club, Aomori called Reiji Munakata in advance and told the latter that he would be home late today.

Because there was Atobe with him, Reisi Munakata ordered some etiquette to be followed when getting along with others, and then hung up the phone with confidence. As for the power riot that happened this afternoon, he was not in a hurry.

A group of people followed Atobe to a dessert shop that is said to be a dessert shop that even members of the royal family would condescend to come.

As soon as they sat down, well-dressed waiters filed in. Almost at the same time, a delicate snack was placed in front of everyone, and then all kinds of desserts came to everyone in a small trolley. In less than a minute, The waiter had already set up the desserts and left silently with the trolley.

Qingshou who has never seen the world: Wow~

However, someone let out a loud "Wow" before Qingshou let out an exclamation.

Turning his head curiously, Ao Shou saw a sheep-headed boy, if his memory serves him correctly, his name was Jiro Akutagawa.

For this Akutagawa-kun, Qingshou was very impressed, for no other reason than he started to sleep from the morning training to the end of the afternoon work, and Qingshou, who strictly speaking did not need sleep at all, expressed his incomprehension.

Can anyone really sleep that long? !

"Ci Lang is like this, don't worry about it."

Spotting the curiosity in Aomori's eyes, Atobe took the initiative to explain, "But if you have a good way to make him sober, you are welcome to try it."

As for Jirou's sleepiness and always talking in his sleep at inappropriate times, Atobe has long wanted to correct him, but with little success.

Using Bunta Marui from Lihai University as a stimulus made Jiro persist for several days, but after that match, the lethargic little sheep gradually returned to its nature.

Thinking of this, Atobe held his forehead with a headache.

However, although Qingshou really wanted to solve the troubles of the Ministry, but he had no way to deal with lethargy, which he had never experienced before.

This dessert party is more like a tea party among friends than Qingshou's welcome party.

Qingshou, who just officially joined the group today, was brought to sit together by Xiangri and Feng, and everyone shared interesting stories from the day. After a while, Qingshou felt that the faint barrier between himself and others gradually disappeared. do.

On the other side, Atobe, who did not participate in the small animal party, listened to the laughter from the side, and reached out to stroke the tear mole at the corner of his eye, "It's really not gorgeous."

Ninjazu, who was sitting next to him reading a novel: Before you say this, please put away the smile on your lips.

……

The tea party ended before the parents called to inquire. Qingshou said goodbye to the others one by one, turned around and started the journey home.

'I always feel that I can understand the psychology of those children who don't want to go home. After walking for a while, Qingshou said to Chi Jian in the conscious world.

'...'

The other party doesn't want to answer and throws a number of fireballs at you.

'By the way, Achi doesn't seem to have called me by my name. By the way, Achi himself hasn't given a name yet. Can I keep calling you Achi? '

'I don't need a name! '

Ok.

Sensing that the other party was about to blow up again, Qingshou silently put away what he wanted to say next, he was really irritable, let's find a time for Achi to learn yoga in the future.

Back at the station, Qingshou just ran into Daoming Si and Bu Shi who were returning from patrol.

He was taken to the cafeteria by the two familiarly hugging their shoulders.

"How is Qingshou doing at school today?" Daoming Si patted Qingshou on the shoulder and said, it was so happy to have Qingshou sucking as soon as work was over.

Busch: "I've become an enthusiastic neighbor's uncle."

"As the manager of the tennis club, the classmates in the class and the tennis club get along very well, and I have made many friends..." Qingshou broke his fingers and reported what happened today to the enthusiastic Daoming Si " uncle".

Seeing Qingshou with the cute young face of the dean in front of him seriously sharing the campus life with him, Daoming Si held his heart with a peaceful expression, and died without regrets. I really envy the dean can stay with Qingshou.

Busch: Today is also on the verge of stealing Qingshou, Daoming Si.

The author has something to say: addicted to daily life and unable to extricate himself

The next chapter starts to make trouble~ (probably)

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