The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

"That... I said..."

The yellow-haired boy seemed to be racking his brains for something to say.

"Appearance, figure, talent, these things that are useless to secretly add sugar to his dining room, I have been reluctant to think about it..."

Under the blue sky, beside the western-style corridor paved with white stone bricks, a bulletin board made of a thin layer of wood is nailed to the wall, and it is written on it, which is the ranking of the most important exam twice a year.

"But ah..."

The stove door quietly moved to the side, pulling away the mouth that was eating steamed buns.

"Is it the magic to sell your soul to the devil if you sleep in class all day and still get the first place in the school?! Surely you must sell your soul to the devil? Ah——I think I can become the number one in the grade without putting in any effort, the devil or something Fox God or something, I entrust my soul to you—is it absolutely true? Absolutely right?!"

"Shanyi, even if you say that, it still can't change your ranking of the bottom ten..."

"That's enough! Shut up! I'm trying so hard not to think about it!!"

My wife wiped the noodle tears away from her cheeks, pointed at the bulletin board and yelled unwillingly.

"Inosuke! Forget about Aoxiang, what's going on with Inosuke! How did this pig's head score higher than me!"

"Um?"

Reluctantly accepting taking off the pig's hood at school, Mouth showed a rather flat expression: "I'm smarter than you because of the king of the mountain! It's as simple as that!"

The fact is that he was so lucky that he even got a mid-to-lower grade in the exam by turning pencils in the exam room.

"Go to hell! I'm not reconciled! Why am I the only one at the bottom!!"

The boy's cry of collapse spread far away, startling several white pigeons into the air.

But suddenly he stopped, like a video tape that was half-turned suddenly got stuck.He put down the hand that was scratching his yellow hair, and his face showed a mixture of comprehension and thoughtfulness.

"Shanyi...?"

"Tanjiro, you said that you can't reap the fruits without hard work, right?"

"Well, I said so." In order to persuade Shanyi to study hard.

After receiving the affirmative answer from Zaomen, my wife cheered up, as if the evidence was convincing, "So! Qing Xiang must be secretly studying in a place where I can't see! I know, I know, the casual appearance of Xiaojiu every day is just pretending. After he came out, he must have been reading at night with the lights on in the house every night, his eyes were bloodshot." He said, and he remembered another conclusive evidence, his right hand was hanging on the palm of his left hand, "That's why he is so sleepy in class every day!"

"Heh! In order to become the perfect prince in a girl's mind, it's really despicable, Qing Xiang, let me, a detective and my wife, expose the disguise you worked so hard to maintain!"

Although Zaomen didn't want to get involved in this matter at all, but as a matter of course, he was forcibly pulled up by my wife.

After school, the strange yellow hair lying on the door outside the classroom obviously attracted attention.

"Shanyi... You are such a pervert who looks like a peep."

Seeing the strange eyes of the students around, and more and more people surrounding him, the kitchen door gradually turned red.

"Stop messing around! Come back with me...I don't want to go to the school newspaper with you tomorrow." The second half of the sentence is the truth.

"Shh! Don't make noise!"

My wife almost used the same concentration she used when learning the breathing method, paying attention to every move of someone in the classroom.

"He packed his schoolbag and is leaving!

"Here comes Tanjirou, let's hide!"

"..."

In the classroom, Qing Xiang closed his schoolbag casually.Although you don't need to do your homework, the look in your eyes when you don't take something back to purgatory will be scary.

"Youkang." Shi Tou reminded him while thinking about how to put back the books he needed, "someone is watching you."

"Yeah, noticed that."

It's hard not to pay attention, it seems to have a hot gaze.

Qing Xiang picked up the schoolbag that didn't contain a few books, and He Shitou left his seat one after another.

On the way, Shi Tou asked him, "Are you okay?" Even though he asked, his tone was quite flat.From what Qingxiang knew about him, she was probably thinking about what to have for dinner.

It's just my wife in a waking state, with the kitchen door watching.

Qing Xiang wanted to say it, but thinking about my wife's perverted hearing ability, he simply nodded.

Speaking of which, what is the purpose of this stalking, the last stalking seems to be... Valentine's Day?Peeping at how many chocolates I've collected... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh at the end, it seems like it stopped for a week.

The protagonist, who had been quiet for a week and then revived, poked his head out from behind the door and greeted the stove door: "Quick! He didn't find us, let's go!"

Zaomen was about to speak again, but the blond-haired boy had already disappeared.In the large corridor, if people's gazes are substantial, the kitchen door can only sigh again helplessly.

Master Sangshima, I'm sorry, Shan Yi has really become the voyeuristic pervert you were worried about.

Aoxiang Youkang from the former Ghost Slayer Team Yinju will meet up with Senjuro who is one grade lower after school, and the three of them will chat for a while before going back to Purgatory House together.The speed is not fast, about half of the distance, you can meet Purgatory Xingjurou who is out shopping, and the team changes from three to four.

After going home and having dinner, take a short rest, and start taking a bath in the order of Senjuro→Tokito→Aoxiang→Purgatory. When not in use by himself, Aoxiang will exercise at the training ground in the back mountain.Obviously Yinzhu is still practicing the most basic slashing skills, but the basic skills are pretty good.

Zaomen squatted on the eaves of the tiled roof, looking at my wife who was beside me writing vigorously, although she trusted her, she was still a little worried: "Didn't you write anything strange?"

My wife closed the small book, which was no bigger than a palm.

"Strange? What's strange? All I write are clues to expose the mask."

I don't understand, but it's good that it's not something weird.

Zaomen recalled the reply I got when my wife was obsessed with writing and secretly reported to Mr. Purgatory: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(y(

...It has been discovered, and Shanyi is still so enthusiastic.

"Tanjiro, look, Aoyuki has returned to the house after taking a bath!" My wife slammed her elbow on the stove door three times, indicating that this is the important point, "The light is on! If you don't sleep at night, you must be doing something secretly!"

Indeed, it was about time for bedtime, but the lights in Qing Xiang's room turned on instead.

"Whoa! It's time for a famous detective to be unveiled!"

My wife waved her fist in the air, pulled the reluctant stove door and jumped towards the Japanese room that radiated a warm yellow halo in the night.

Through the half-open window sill, the young man whose hair was still damp at the end was kneeling with his back to the two of them. His left hand was an open school textbook, and his right hand was a shaking penholder, as if he was waiting to write something.

My wife pulled the slightly startled stove door, and whispered triumphantly, "Let me tell."

Sure enough, in order to put on a perfect appearance of innate intelligence and attract the hearts of the girls in the school, Qing Xiang kept writing every night to secretly fill in the content of the day... How despicable!

Zaomen was a little dazed instead, perhaps because Qing Xiang's image in his mind was indeed too tall, but at this moment there was an unreal feeling of a dream collapsing.

"However, studying hard is a good thing!" Zaomen coughed and forced himself back to his senses, "Okay! Shanyi, you have seen the answer to your question, now follow our agreement..." Go back.

But the yellow-haired boy has already got rid of the command, and he is full of confidence after catching the 'Perfect Prince'.

"Let me drink his cunt on the spot—"

His words suddenly froze in place.

In the room, the figure looking up from the table finally reveals what the 'paper' he has been writing on is: it is a thin white dough, spread out on the table, and the pen in his hand is not a pen, It's cucumber strips shaved into thin ends, and the pen and ink are simply the sauce left over from dinner.

At this time, the thin dough was covered with densely packed small characters. The young man who turned his back to the two glanced at the two of them as a whole and nodded in satisfaction. Twist by hand.

What happened next shocked my wife's pupils.

He saw that Qing Xiang, who was twisting the rolled dough, raised his head, opened his mouth, aimed at it, and ate the rolled dough smoothly.

The subtle sound of chewing echoes in the night, accompanied by the chirping of insects in summer.The two teenagers who were lying on the window and looking in quietly fell into a long silence.

There was no excitement when I came, but when I left the purgatory house, my wife was weirdly silent, her expression was weird and distorted from time to time, and occasionally accompanied by thoughtfulness, she seemed to be caught in great doubts.

Before leaving the kitchen door, out of the corner of his eye, Qing Xiang had a casual smile of waiting to see a good show, and the other party raised his eyebrows suggestively.

Don't tell him.

Zaomen looked back at my wife's swaying footsteps, and the young man who had realized everything kept silent all the way with an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.

Half a year later, standing in front of the ranking that changed the ranking but the first name remained the same, my wife fell into a long thought.

The name of 'My Wife Shanyi' was ranked in the middle and bottom, and the improvement was so dramatic that Grandpa made him a sukiyaki pot for the first time.

"You bastard, did you really go to petition the Fox God? You traitor!"

The Pig-Headed Mountain King angrily accused the 'traitor', "He actually threw himself into the arms of the fox!"

"Fox?" The young man who memorized it because he copied the textbook by hand, but he didn't realize it, laughed in a low voice, his figure in the shadow was inexplicably tall, "Alright, just let me bear this secret sin."

"...what are you talking about?"

"You do not understand."

My wife turned around, with the corners of her clothes flying, and walked towards the school gate.

The young man who thinks he has a secret walks into the sun, and the calm steps that seem to be heading towards sukiyaki are solid and powerful.