I'm not a bomb, so please don't throw me out

It seemed that he died without even being able to scream.

Brother, you are too much! !How can such a terrifying bomb be installed in the sword! !I thought angrily.

"It's done." Prison Temple said behind me, and then whispered something I couldn't understand, "Fortunately, I snatched that man's box first, otherwise it will be miserable."

box?I was surprised and turned around to ask him, but I happened to see him clutching his left abdomen and falling down in pain.Damn, I forgot about his gunshot wound.I hurried over, I looked at him at a loss, not knowing whether I should touch him or not.Want to make an emergency call?But how should I explain this to my doctor?

"Ximu," Prison Temple's voice became weaker, "Take me to... Bingsheng Shrine."

……ha?I was stunned.

[land]

After a fierce battle with a strange man in a suit, my right arm was injured again. As an ordinary high school girl, do you think I still have the strength to take the prison temple to the shrine so far away?Yes, I have!Girls in love are invincible!

Prison Temple was 15 centimeters taller than me. I barely carried him on my back and walked step by step, only to hear his shoes rubbing against the ground.When I finally saw the red upturned roof of the Nishimori Shrine, I was already exhausted.

"It's all right here, Ximu." Prison Temple struggled to get off my back, grabbed my shoulder and forced me to turn around and look at him, "Listen Ximu, even if you don't come in with me, you can get a good deal." But if you go in...Ximu, if you and I go in, there is no turning back, and there is no other choice."

"Do you mean that if you enter it, you will become an alien like Prison Lord?" I asked strangely.

"Of course not!" Prison Temple retorted loudly, but his teeth were grinning because of the pain from the wound. I looked at him worriedly, and he shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

"Prison Temple Lord, although I don't quite understand what you mean," I thought and replied, "But, since you said that, do you think I'm sure I'll follow you in?"

Prison Temple raised the corners of his mouth: "Then did I guess right?"

"Well, it's about the same."

"Ah, by the way, Ximu," Prison Temple thought of something, "Our relatives have all lived here recently, so don't be surprised to see so many people."

"Do all the relatives of Prison Temple live in the shrine?"

"Ah ha ha."

I don't know what method the prison temple used, but a door suddenly appeared under the normal appearance of the shrine in my eyes.

"Let's go, Ximu."

[[-]]

Prison Temple did remind me not to be surprised, and I did promise him that I would never be surprised.But after seeing the real situation, I still had a little shock.

"So the inside of the shrine is so big?" I asked Prison Temple.

"No, no, no, that's not the case. Well, in short, this matter can be said to have a long history and cannot be explained." Prison Temple answered me very naturally.

Treat the wound and put on clean clothes. In a huge room, besides twenty or thirty people in suits, I also saw Chairman Sasakawa Sawada Yamamoto.

what's going on?

Wearing a suit sent by a purple-haired aunt, my mind became more and more confused.It turns out that the relationship between Prison Temple and these people is no longer as simple as the legendary relationship? !Could it be that the prison temple is the wretched male protagonist who opens a harem in those messy comics? !Have I always liked such a person? !

"Ximu..." Even after receiving a gunshot wound on the left abdomen, Prison Temple became alive and kicking again, "Looking at your expression, you seem to have thought of something bad..."

"Buyusi-jun," I turned my head and looked at him seriously, "it's useless to explain. I firmly believe in my guess."

"So you thought of something strange, Ximu!"

"You are very noisy." Grandpa Li Baoen, a strange baby, said blankly, then raised the green pistol, pointed it at me and prison temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.Prison Temple chuckled and dodged nimbly, then suddenly remembered me, just in time to see my hands subconsciously raised and surrendered, sideways staring wide-eyed as the bullet flew past my eyes.

"Hmph, not bad." Grandpa Li Baoen said.

What ahhh what ah! ! !Prison Temple, you really are an alien, right? !

[eight]

So I stayed at Nishimori Shrine until the wound healed.The strange thing is that I haven't contacted my family or went to school for so long, and no one has contacted me by mobile phone at all.This is no longer a reason for low presence or poor popularity.However, I think this probably has something to do with Prison Temple and his relatives who are god sticks.The speed with which my wounds and that of the prison temple healed was astonishing, and a week later, on Friday, after dinner, I was finally allowed to go home.

Although I don't understand why I have to get the permission of the prison temple to go home, and when I go home, the prison temple is in a good mood and says to see me off, well, it's good to be able to go home.

The two of us walked down the street one after the other, chatting with each other.In fact, I have longed for this kind of solitude for a long time, but I am at a loss when I really meet it.

"What does Ximu think of our family?"

"The prison temple family... has a lot of people." I walked behind the prison temple and answered his question honestly. After thinking about it, I couldn't fully express my feelings, so I added, "Especially women."

Prison Temple staggered, and then a voice of explanation came: "Ximu, what did you misunderstand me! The few of us really just grew up together so we have a good relationship!"

"Ah, yes." I replied indifferently.

"What kind of tone of disbelief is that..." Prison Temple's tone sounded helpless.Then, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned his head, his golden eyes were shining brightly, "Ximu, if you say such things... Well, do you like me?"

"What..." I was taken aback for a moment, then blushed in embarrassment.This, this, this, this person!Why is Prison Temple like this!I turned my head and missed the prison temple's eyes, and walked up in front of him.

"No no no dislike."

"I stuttered nervously again. Tsk tsk tsk, you really like me, right?"

"do not like!"

"Ximu, you just like me."

"I don't like it, I don't like it!"

"Then who does Ximu like? Kiyohara from the next class? He's very handsome when he's playing baseball."

"do not like!"

"Oh, so the third-year seniors? There are quite a few people who like Matsui-senpai."

"do not like!"

"Does Ximu like girls?"

"……do not like!"

"But girls nowadays have someone they like. Who does Ximu like..."

"I like myself! I like Sugawara Mimo!"

"Ah, that's right." Prison Temple's tone suddenly became very light, and the gentleness made me stop unconsciously, and turned to look at him.

"Exactly, me too."

[nine]

me too yeah me too yeah me too yeah me too yeah me too...

...Me too! ! !

"Puuuuuuuuuuu Temple, what do you mean..."

"It means literally."

"What does it mean literally?"

"It means "I like Sugawara Ximu". "

Brother, I was confessed by someone I like.what should I do?

[pickup]

"Speaking of which, Madam," I asked the serious-looking man who was playing video games and didn't care whether his girlfriend would starve to death, "When you were fighting with that man in a suit at school, why did you get shot? ? It obviously has a protective net."

"...I don't want to tell you." It seemed that he had thought of something, and the tone of the prison temple was really concealed.

I don’t want to tell you, it’s because I saw you running out from behind the teaching building, I lost my mind for a while and got shot.