[Comprehensive] God judges always treat me as a villain

"Hey, Hotaru." Aizen turned her head, "Why are we lying on the roof..."

Hotaru: "Shh."

He opened a gap and looked down cautiously and carefully: Hoshino Junxia was concentrating on his English homework.

"Really." Hotaru couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Master has never worried about these things before..."

Aizen Kunijun came over.

"Master, it's hard work." He touched his head, with a little sympathy in his expression: "I spent a whole day approving documents in my room during the day, and I still have to finish school homework at night."

With a look of "fortunately, I don't have to go to school" I am grateful.

Hotaru snorted.

Aizen chuckled and asked, "Then, Hotaru, are we going to stay on the roof to protect Master now?"

"Yeah, we can only stay on the roof." Hotaru said unhappily.

Aizen sighed, and looked into the room with the same movement as Hotaru.

"Sanriyue Palace always looks at ease..." He was startled, and hesitated, "The master is making tea for Sanriyue hall, but the master is doing homework... Is it really good for Sanriyue hall?"

Junxia: Thank you for the invitation, it’s not good, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

"The main hall doesn't need to take care of me like this." Sanri Yue Zongjin said: "After all, the homework is more important, hahahaha."

Akira Kirihara next to him also secretly looked at them.

Chun Xia made tea for him: "After so many years, I'm probably used to it."

"Yeah, the main hall is a good boy."

Like a grandfather, San Riyue praised gently.

"...Although I was praised by you, I feel that I have nothing to be proud of." She turned her head, "Does Kirihara-kun want some tea?"

"Hey! Thank you, senior."

"You're welcome." Chunxia took his cup, glanced at the test papers with red crosses on his desk, and said nonchalantly, "Kirihara-kun is the same as me."

Kirihara was even more at a loss: "What?"

"Always get the basics wrong," she replied.

"Is there? Sister, are you okay?" Kirihara Akaya poked his head to look at her test paper, "That's the only mistake...choose C, hey, Sister, skinship is not what it means here."

Sanriyue's eyes slowly moved to him.

"Senior Jackal told me just now, this word cannot be used here." Chi also thought for a while, and decided to give an example: "For example... Mr. Sanriyue next to you, senior sister, if he has skin-to-skin contact with you, use Skinship is definitely not suitable."

Chun Xia: "..." Was it an illusion, why did she hear several familiar voices laughing.

Sanri Yuezong took a sip of tea, and didn't care about the disharmonious laughter, but said openly: "Hahaha, that's how it is."

"It doesn't matter when you use it normally, but you have to pay attention to... er, pay attention to something during the exam." Kirihara Chiya thought hard for a while, facing the double gaze of Chunxia and Sankayue, his eyes for help fell on the person who was writing. On the body of Kuwo Yuan of Ji Shu: "Senior Jackal, come and help me to read this question."

Kuwahara was taken aback, looked at Bunta Marui, who was surrounded by the big three giants of Tachikai, and resigned himself to his fate, holding his homework and sitting opposite Akaya Kirihara.

"Let me tell you first, I haven't finished my homework yet, so I can't help you check your English homework now." He said seriously.

"...I didn't call you here to help me check my homework!" Kirihara rolled his eyes and pointed at Junxia's wrong question, "Senior, when did you use skinship?"

Hoshino Junxia helplessly supported her forehead.

"That, well, Kirihara-kun..." She interrupted him feebly, and said, "I probably understand, just pay attention when I take the exam in the future."

As for the "skinship" that Sanriyue occasionally pops up, it's just that the old man is full of curiosity about new things, and occasionally a bit off-line. Once he accepts it, he feels quite loving.

Kirihara Chi nodded unwillingly.

"Speaking of which, Chiya, I also have a question for you." Jackal Kuwahara opened his notebook, and there were dense notes on it, "What is the knife that Minamoto Yoshitsune used to commit suicide?"

Junxia's hand holding the pen trembled.

Seeing Akiya Kirihara whispering to Jackal Kuwahara, she couldn't help tugging on Mikazuki Munekin's sleeve.San Riyue put down her teacup and lowered her head slightly: "The main hall?"

"Is Jinjian in the house?" she asked.

"No."

Chun Xia let out a breath.

When Jinjian was practicing, he accidentally discovered that the dagger that Yoshitsune used to cut himself was not him. He wrote her a letter in a daze, which scared her out of her body and almost went out to find him.

But in the end she was stopped by the other three bosses in the pill.

"Speaking of which, does Sanriyuedian know how many people are staying in the house now?" Chunxia wrung his fingers, "Higakiri and Kemaru are in the corner, Hotaru and Aizen are on the roof, and you are by my side..."

"Haha, in terms of perception of spiritual power, I am not as good as the main hall." San Riyue said leisurely, "However, there are more knives present than the main hall guessed."

Junxia instantly felt that the room was a little crowded.

"Don't worry, under normal circumstances, everyone will not disturb the main hall."

As soon as Sanriyue finished speaking, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong came in dragging the plate.

Junxia couldn't help but look at Mikazuki.

"Hahaha, this is not an interruption." He said nonchalantly.

"Wow, it looks so delicate." Marui Bunta's attention was immediately attracted.He quickly took a piggy-shaped pastry, stuffed it into his mouth, and exclaimed happily: "It's really delicious, thank you."

"Where, you're welcome." Candlestick replied gently.

"Mr. Candlestick Kiri's cooking skills are very good." Said Yukimura Seiichi.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada smiled politely: "Because Masamune also prefers to cook."

Chunxia: Oh hoo.

"Masamune?" Seiichi Yukimura asked curiously.

"Yeah, you should have heard of his name, Date Masamune."

……

There were large and small breathing sounds from all over the house.

"Ugh."

Chunxia resignedly brought a bottle of untouched plum wine from the next table, and filled a glass for herself.

"Obviously everyone's real age is very old, but sometimes they are unexpectedly childish... What do you think, Sanriyue Palace?" She turned her head, trying to get approval from Sanriyue Zongjin, but she couldn't see Yan Yifu The figure of mourning.

...what about people?

"Are you looking for a father?"