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

During the conversation between Munakata Reiji and the principal, Aomori, who consciously made a mistake, waited honestly outside the principal's room.

After Atobe arranged the affairs of the club, when he came here, he saw Qingshou, who was standing upright and could be called a model pacesetter.

Atobe: This person is surprisingly simple.

In the eyes of Atobe, it is just a fence that has been in disrepair for a long time. Besides, it is not a basic operation for them to break something while playing tennis.

Hearing the footsteps, Aomori turned his head and looked at Atobe pitifully.

"click"

Before Aomori could speak to Atobe, the door of the principal's office opened, and Reji Munakata and the principal came out.

The expression on the headmaster's face was as amiable as when he saw him in the morning. From this point of view, he probably wouldn't be expelled.

Qingshou thought anxiously, after all, he broke down a wall as soon as the school started. Although it was not intentional, but according to the information he learned from various materials, no school would be willing to accept such a student.

Reiji Munakata, who saw what Aomori was thinking at a glance, sighed helplessly in his heart, forgetting to tell Aomori that he had to control his power at school, and he was also responsible for this matter.

"We are responsible for the repair of the wall. As for other things, please leave it to Mr. Principal." Munakata Reiji said, holding Qingshou's shoulder, and brought him to his side.

Principal: "Of course, strictly speaking, we should also take part of the responsibility for this matter, and we will definitely strengthen the inspection and maintenance of school facilities in the future."

Atobe raised his eyebrows when he saw that the principal who always put on airs would show such a fawning expression. The last time he saw the principal of Ice Emperor complimenting a person like this was when his father sent him to enroll in Ice Emperor .

Reiji Munakata noticed Atobe's expression, and after saying goodbye to the principal, he took Aomori to Atobe's side.

"Mr. Ajibe."

"Ah, what's the matter?"

"Can I take a moment to talk?" Reji Munakata made a gesture of invitation to Atobe, "As for Aomori, go to the parking lot and wait for me first."

Qingshou, who was kicked out of the discussion group again, gave a sullen "En", obviously Mingjibu is just a child!Atobe can do it, so can I!

Fortunately, the conversation between the two didn't last too long. After Qingshou waited in the parking lot for about ten minutes, the two came out one after the other.Suddenly Aomori noticed that Atobe looked at him with a little bit of pity in his eyes...

Qingshou: What the hell did you say!

Munakata Reisi blocked Aomori's view of Atobe, "Next it's our turn to have a good talk." In order for his Qingjian to integrate into human society more quickly, a profound conversation is inevitable.

Qingshou who was suddenly arranged: Oh~

In the car, Munakata Reiji said while driving, "What happened yesterday?"

"I want to go out to play on the weekend..." Aomori said, and secretly glanced at Munakata Reiji's expression, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that it was no different from usual.

After all, in Qingshou's view of "order", one must work hard on weekdays, and can completely relax and have fun on weekends.

"But the premise of having fun is that you have completed the task at hand, just like as a student, even after school time, you have homework that must be completed. You left the unfinished homework yesterday and left without permission. Your own schedule." Taking advantage of the gap between the traffic lights, Munakata Reji took the time to glance at Aomori.

Well, it seems that I have learned to reflect.

"Yesterday, in order to find you, all the members of the youth team worked overtime to check the monitoring. Enomoto and the others made a special detour to pick you up. The rest time was greatly shortened. Munakata Aomori, do you think this kind of fun is reasonable?"

The signal light turned green after beating for a few seconds, Reji Munakata started the car and moved forward without looking at Aomori's expression.

I am causing trouble to everyone.

Qingshou blamed himself and thought that he just wanted to go out and see the human society that he had longed for for a long time. Is it really suitable for him to stay in the sky honestly?

Qingshou, who was sitting in the co-pilot, suddenly swayed, showing a faint sign of turning into a butterfly and flying back to the sky.

Munakata Reisi, who saw this scene from the corner of his eye, was suddenly shocked. It seemed that it was not feasible to use the method of preaching to human children to deal with the sword of Damocles that pierced a rectum to the bottom!

After a little detour, Qingshou looks like he is about to shut himself up to heaven!

"What I mean is that you have to finish your homework before going out to play, and remember to let me know that you are going out, otherwise I will worry." Munakata Reji quickly remedied.

Qingshou whose body has begun to appear translucent raised his head and said with tears in his eyes, "Really?"

It's great that Ah Si doesn't hate himself. In the future, I must be obedient and not cause trouble to everyone. Before going to explore the world, let's talk to Ah Si first.

Seeing Aomori's moved look, Munakata Reiji felt that he was too sinful to watch the video of Aomori's escape with all the members of Scepter4 last night, and suddenly realized that Aomori is still a child under one year old.

This kind of sense of sight that deceives the young Qingjian, go back and ask Awashima to make some red bean paste for the child.

Reiji Munakata, a full-level scholar of the Houhei School, rarely felt guilty when facing his pure green sword.

As for the wall of the Ice Emperor, it is enough for the child to be happy.

The people who were waiting to draw the green sword at the station didn't realize that they were about to lose the cute Qingshou.

……

The first day of Qingshou's campus life ended without any risk.

In the evening, Aomori and Reiji Munakata sat in front of the TV, watching the news.

After watching it patiently for a while, Qingshou's attention began to diverge. Compared with news, he prefers to watch travel and exploration programs, but he will not make rude behaviors such as grabbing the remote control to change channels.

He touched an orange from the fruit plate in front of him and turned it around in his hand. The blue Wang Li overflowed from his fingers, wrapping the orange inside and kneading it like playing with plasticine.

This kind of fine manipulation can only be done so proficiently by Qingshou, who is the original sword of Damocles. No, if he remembers correctly, there is also one person in Barbara who can do this level.

But the opponent seems to be too weak.

Munakata Reisi took a look and then looked away. Aomori doesn't need to pay attention to the news every day like him. The reason why he is sitting here, Aomori should think it is a kind of companionship.

"Asi~" Qingshou peeled off the orange and put a piece in his mouth and said vaguely, "Then I can go out to play as long as I don't cause trouble to everyone?"

"There's homework to be done."

Qingshou chewed the orange and nodded, the plan to explore human society gradually took shape in his head.

What Munakata Reishi didn't know was that what he promised this time would lead to terrible consequences.

……

On the second day of school, Qingshou had breakfast in the canteen of the resident, said goodbye to everyone in the Qing team one by one, and went to school with a small schoolbag on his back.

Everyone in the Youth Group: I want to be full of energy at work today~

Fushimi Saruhiko, who was found by Aomori even if he was sitting in the corner: "Tsk."

As soon as Qingshou arrived at Bingdi, he was taken to the tennis court by the tennis club members guarding the door.

"Next, you will be the manager of the tennis club. You are mainly responsible for the statistics of the main election and the daily logistics supply." A teenager with shoulder-length hair said and put a stack of materials in Qingshou's hands, "That's right. , I'm Taki in the third grade."

Although I don't know why Atobe hired this young man who can join the main election after a little training as a manager, but since it is Atobe's choice, it must be a decision that is beneficial to the tennis club.

After explaining, Taki flicked his smooth hair, took his racket and walked into the court.

The rest of Qingshou, who was holding a pile of positive personal data, slowly raised a question mark.

I flipped through the documents in my hand, and the first one was Keigo Atobe, whom I met yesterday. The photo pasted on the paper document, even if it is an ordinary headshot, the noble and gorgeous temperament of a young man is everywhere .

After a brief glance, as far as human beings are concerned, Atobe's physical fitness is considered to be at the top of the national youth.

Next up is Yuuji Ninzu, who is also a classmate...

Just when Aomori turned to the information of "Hocho Taro", he was suddenly patted on the shoulder, and turned his head, it was the person Xiang Hiyue whom he had seen on the information.

The red-haired sister Xiang Riyue put her shoulders on Qingshou's shoulders familiarly, "The training for the main election has begun, and the manager needs to record the data beside him."

As he said, he took Qingshou to the stadium where the main election was located, "By the way, I heard that you broke down the wall yesterday. It's amazing! With such strength, you are only allowed to be the manager. I really don't know the reason." What does the Ministry think?"

The lively red-haired boy was bouncing around Qingshou and started talking to him. It was only the first time he met a stranger, but unexpectedly, he couldn't be annoying.

Because Zhengxuan's training had already started, Qingshou didn't get to know Zhengxuan one by one, took the score sheet that Taki had given him before, and sat on the sidelines.

Although it is to let yourself record the data, but how to do it specifically.With pen and paper in hand, Qingshou encountered the first difficulty in his career as a manager.

"How's the record going?" After the morning training, Taki sat next to Aomori and asked, because when there was no manager before, he was always in charge of the statistical statistics of the Ice Emperor's main election.

To be honest, the biggest beneficiary of Qingshou's arrival is him.

Qingshou hesitated for a moment, "...I don't know if it's okay to remember like this."

As he spoke, he handed the notebook in his hand to Taki.

Taking a look at the notebook, Taki fell silent, this...

Shocked by the dense data in front of him, it was like recreating the picture of the morning training with numbers, and even the angle of each swing was accurately recorded.

Zongxiang Qingshou, so powerful!

"It's a good job, but there are some information that can be directly discarded when recording next time."

For example, Atobe said "Gorgeous" a few times, Hua said "Usu" a few times, and Sun did a few somersaults, etc. These statistics will not help their tennis at all.

Speaking of which, Taki drew out the data that needs to be recorded in Aomori's notebook, "Then just continue to record these data."

"alright, thank you very much."

Aomori took back the notebook and politely expressed his thanks to Taki. Just as he was about to go back to the classroom, Taki grabbed him.

"En?" Qingshou turned around in doubt.

"There is still one very important thing to do." Taki said and motioned Aomori to follow him, and the two stood on the court. At this time, everyone in the tennis club was standing neatly on the court.

"Snapped"

A crisp finger snap.

Qingshou, who was standing outside, only saw a coat fly up, and before he could ask, everyone around suddenly started shouting.

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

Suddenly, the team call that resounded through the sky made Qingshou stunned in place. Could this be the legendary club culture? !

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Thinking of the rule that Scepter4 must call out every time he draws his sword, Qingshou accepted Bingdi's team call with difficulty.

Just as he was about to shout, Feng Changtaro next to him suddenly stopped him.

Ice Emperor's conscience: "Senior Munakata... just leave this kind of thing to the support team."

Qingshou: "Hey! Is that so?" He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.