I'm sorry I went to the wrong set [Comprehensive]

After the training, Akashi stopped the miracles in the locker room who were about to leave after changing their clothes, "You used to go home together after training, and sometimes you would have supper. I remember one time you teamed up to catch a thief."

If this rhythm is not careful, it will pull everyone to look back at the past and look forward to the future.

Kise had no choice but to interrupt his thoughts of forcing memories, "What the hell are you trying to say, little Akashi?"

Akashi glanced at him without any displeasure, but emphasized, "I think this habit is very good. In order to re-cultivate the tacit understanding between you, it must be maintained in the future."

"Are you serious?" Qingfeng couldn't understand what he was thinking at all, and suddenly wanted to reappear the past?It's not like a kid who doesn't know anything. After going through so much, he still says such innocent words. It seems that he is a third personality whose personality is temporarily unknown.

Akashi was noncommittal to everyone's doubts, and issued an ultimatum, repeating the request to let them go home together just now.

This is not a discussion, but a semi-mandatory order issued by the captain.

Ziyuan didn't cooperate this time, picked up the newly opened delicious stick and sucked it hard, with too much stuff in his mouth, he couldn't pronounce it well, but he could barely hear what he meant.A few days ago, he returned home early without training. Today, he also prepared a sumptuous meal at home. He was thinking about dessert.

Akashi hadn't reached the highest level of hard-heartedness yet, and wanted to wave his hand to let him go. Unexpectedly, Aomine became agitated all of a sudden, and when he saw Akashi raising his hand, he had a conditioned reflex. The little bit of strength Gou had until now was all used to push Murasakihara away.

The bodies of the two tall and burly boys overlapped and fell to the ground, inexplicably unable to bear to look directly at them.

"What are you doing, Oda!" Momoi hurriedly called Kise and Midorima who were stunned by this sudden scene to help Aomine who couldn't stand up by himself.

Qingfeng couldn't help feeling embarrassed and wanted to justify his name, but how could he speak in front of the person involved?Lashi is inexplicably ashamed.

Akashi probably guessed Aomine's thoughts, but he was not interested in explaining that he really didn't have the interest of forcing people to pull shit. Today, the exchange of feelings was impossible, so he asked everyone to disband and go back to their respective homes.

A high-end private car was parked at the gate of the school. After the bodyguard in a well-suited suit opened the door, Akashi sat in the back seat without looking sideways. The driver handed over the towels and water prepared in advance, and waited for a while before turning on the air conditioner. So as not to cause a cold due to rapid temperature changes.

Akashi is one of the few big chaebols in Japan with a long history, and his accumulated prestige and wealth are beyond the reach of ordinary people.And Akashi, as the only son of the current patriarch, in order to better inherit the family business, in addition to receiving various elite education, he even studied medicine from the emperor.

Even after losing the only mother who can comfort the soul, the family will not allow him to stop.

Akashi Seitomi and Akashi father and son sat at two ends on the extended western table. The atmosphere was so quiet and serious that it didn't look like a family meal at all.For the upper class, etiquette is the most important thing. Not to mention chatting while eating, it is very rude not to make a sound of collision or even chewing.

But sitting so far away, even if you really want to talk, unless you shout loudly, you can't hear clearly.

After dinner, Akashi Seishomi called Akashi to the study, without much explanation, just handed him a thick stack of documents/materials, "This is a project that the company is about to cooperate with Bandai, I hope to see it at this time tomorrow The perfect plan."

Akashi has long been familiar with handling the company's business, not to mention that it is just a cooperation project, and it is not a problem to have ten orders worth hundreds of millions.

Returning to the room with the materials/materials, Akashi felt that there was still plenty of time, so he decided to take a bath first, put half of the hot water in, and the mechanical sound in his head made him almost throw out the essential oil in his hand.

【Good evening Kamiya 131, sorry to bother you in your busy schedule. Just now a message came from the main system of Kamiya Goodnight. Kamiya 163 has lost contact. Please deal with it as soon as possible. The countdown counts down for three seconds to cross. The coordinates are B0413 , L3578 parallel world. 】

I really don’t give any buffer time, three seconds is fleeting, and I will appear in a strange place as soon as I close my eyes, and the gift box in front of me is the initial camouflage props that come with the system. Yes, only if you are lucky will you be rewarded with a permanent random skill, but there are specific materials/materials for the ability to learn, so as not to lose the horse. Of course, the learned skills cannot be brought back to the original world.

Take out the wigs, costumes and other props in the box and put them on one by one. The dark blue hair set and the color of the color contact lenses are bright blue painted on the clear autumn sky.What should I do if the facial features are different?Kamiya's good night system thoughtfully prepared a "black mole", as long as it is pasted on his forehead, no one will find that he is a special body that does not exist in this world, that is to say, some subtle differences can be detected neglect.

Then, Akashi doesn't want to know why the gods wear sportswear + scarves. This body exudes a poor smell from head to toe, and the one-liter magnum that only contains a few five-yuan coins makes Akashi directly treat it as Recyclables are disposed of.

Open the character profile/data card:

The God of Night Fighting has no fixed place to live and no fixed food, causing the artifacts under his command to quit. He is a desolate god who has no shrine to enshrine and lacks incense.

Because he is the last nameless god among the 800 million gods, having a shrine of his own has almost become an obsession.

This is really...

Akashi put only six five-yuan coins into his pocket, and looked up at the gloomy sky.

The place where he is now should be an abandoned park. Before the rain falls, he must find a place to hide from the rain, unless he wants to spend the night in a public toilet that has been abandoned for an unknown amount of time.

For the first time, Akashi, who has never worried about food, clothing, housing and transportation, felt the sadness of a smart woman who can't live without rice. With his super high IQ, he started a business without capital?The premise is that someone can see him. In this world, ordinary people cannot see gods, and once people lose their faith, gods will disappear.

Yato has been doing all kinds of miscellaneous tasks all this time, and maintains his own existence by charging five yuan as a reward for praying.

Looking for cats and dogs, cleaning toilets, this kind of work Akashi would not do if he was killed.

While thinking about countermeasures, Akashi unknowingly walked into the mountain behind the park. There was a huge banyan tree on the mountainside. The branches that covered the sky supported a sky for the small world below. Next to it was a small shrine half a meter high. , the tribute placed in front has turned into a black unknown object, and I don't know how long ago it was. Maybe the gods here have disappeared long ago.

Gods are born because of people's wishes, and disappear because of people's forgetting.

Gods, shrines, shrines...

Isn't this a ready-made shrine?

The author has something to say: No. 131 and No. 163 are the corresponding character numbers that the author counts down in order from the TV animation provided by Camia. Of course, don’t really count the cuties. The author’s eyes are not good. Wrong π_π

By the way, "black mole" is a stalk of the theatrical version of Silver Fuck.