The white unicorn just wants to raise the barren god

"The hot spring here is pretty good." Nakahara Chuya leaned back, with his arms outstretched, resting on the stone by the hot spring, and asked casually: "By the way, Mr. Shibusawa...Shibusawa .”

Swallowing the honorific title of "Sir" in the eyes of the other party who suddenly became resentful, Nakahara Chuya thought to himself, forget it, at least he is someone who has worked together, eaten and soaked in hot springs, and this person is not older than him, It doesn't make sense for him to respect each other all the time.

Chuya Nakahara, who resolutely changed his name to "Shibusawa", pretended to be casual and continued to ask: "You said that you came to the shrine to visit the Aragami to seek protection?"

"Yes." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko untied his hair, carefully stroked his half-length silver-white hair, and said in a very natural tone: "One month later, there will be a marathon in Kyoto. I have already signed up, and I want to ask His Highness Rage God Ask for a good omen."

"Kyoto Marathon?" Nakahara Chuya said with a strange face, "Shouldn't the marathon be held in Tokyo?"

Even though Nakahara has never participated in it, he has heard of the Tokyo Marathon, which is an international event open to the world, although not many foreigners come to Tokyo to participate.

"Kyoto is not willing to be lonely." Shibusawa Ryuhiko washed his hair slowly, and he smiled nonchalantly, "The Kyoto Marathon is a marathon for Chinese people. The rewards are quite generous. The champion has 1000 million yen."

As for the fact that the organizer of the Kyoto Marathon is actually himself, there is no need to tell Nakahara Chuya.

Nakahara Chuya: "!!!"

He is so excited!

But think about his identity, think about the troubles on the government side, think about the troubles on the French side.

Zhong Yuanzhong also suppressed the eagerness to move with tears in his eyes. Compared with a peaceful life, high bonuses are nothing but clouds.

Secretly seeing Nakahara Chuya's strangeness in his eyes, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's eyes flickered slightly, but his tone was as usual: "I have always been interested in activities such as running and mountain climbing. I have already signed up for this marathon, but I am used to participating in this marathon." Before the game, worship the Rage God and ask for a guard."

Shibusawa Ryuhiko felt that what he said was sincere, and he almost believed it himself. He didn't go around the exercise with a lot of activity before, and the only amount of exercise left was to maintain his current figure.

"Omoru?" Nakahara Chuya's mouth twitched. The main hall and the hall of worship in his place have just been cleaned, and he still has Omoru. See if he looks like Omoru.

Nakahara also turned his head, refusing to look at the other's longing eyes, no no he no no.

"Chuya-chan..." Shibusawa Ryuhiko leaned over with a soft voice, and said pitifully, "Chuya-chan is the god master of the shrine under the Rage God, and the blessing you wrote by yourself must be better than those guards of the big shrines." Effective."

"It's not impossible, I've already said that I'm not a divine master." Zhongyuan Zhong also shook his head without hesitation, what a joke, barely cleaning out a worship hall for Shibusawa Ryuhiko to worship is already the limit, how can even Yu Shou is also provided.

Suddenly recalling his previous plan, Nakahara Chuya turned his head to look at Shibusawa Ryuhiko with a straight face, and said in a slightly serious tone, "This was just a shrine once, and I don't plan to receive other worshipers in the future, Shibusawa, I hope you Don't mention the shrine to others after you go down the mountain."

"I promise I won't tell anyone else." Shibusawa Ryuhiko became serious in seconds, and he nodded vigorously, making a promise.He wished that no one else would know the beauty of Qishan, how could it be possible for others to have the chance to compete with him in the Central Plains.

Nakahara Chuya felt a little relieved, since Shibusawa Ryuhiko agreed, he should not break the contract.

and many more!

Nakahara Chuya leaned back slightly, raised his hand to push Shibusawa Ryuhiko's head away, and said angrily, "Don't call me 'Chuya-chan'."

How could this person have the nerve to say such a nasty title.

"Then Omoru..." Shibusawa Ryuhiko didn't think it was disobedient, and continued to stare at Nakahara Chuya with focused and longing eyes.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

You can't turn over the story of the guard, can you?

"Zhongye sauce..."

"Okay, okay." Zhong Yuanzhong also said in a rough voice, "I'll give you, if..." He wanted to say that if it doesn't work, he can't blame him, but after thinking about it, this believer buys a guard. Think auspiciously, whose shrine's garrison can really be so effective that it will be impossible to win every battle.

After a pause, Zhong Yuanzhong also changed his words: "It might not look good."

It's not possible, it's [-]% that it won't look good.

"Thank you, Chuya." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said in a tone full of emotion, "You are the best."

The corner of Nakahara Chuya's mouth twitched. Although he didn't like this, Shibusawa Ryuhiko's small mouth seemed to be smeared with honey... it was really scary.

***

The haori is different from ordinary coats. It cannot be completely closed. It is only loosely tied together with the haori buttons. It is more for beauty than simply keeping out the cold.It is really not an easy thing to wear it as a bathrobe.

Nakahara Nakahara was also wearing dark gray feathers down to his calves. Shibusawa Ryuhiko barely covered his thighs, and the fabric that couldn't be folded couldn't block Shibusawa Ryuhiko's chest even with a belt and four fingers. Someone's glaring abs are clearly exposed in the wide gap.

That scene, Zhongyuanzhong could hardly see it.

However, the scariest thing is that someone takes a selfie in the water, and then looks at Nakahara Chuya with a smile, begging for compliments: "It's pretty good-looking, showing off your figure."

Nakahara finally couldn't bear the blank stare, he refused to look at the height difference exposed by the haori, and left him behind unceremoniously.

After most of the day, Zhongyuan Zhong understood that he must not be too polite when dealing with this Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, if he is polite, he will definitely push his nose and face, there is no bottom line for such a big person to act coquettishly.

Isn't it just 16 years old, 1.7 meters five and eight-pack abs, what's so amazing, hum.

Although he was sour in his heart, he was as honest as Chuya Nakahara, and gave up his bedroom to Tatsuhiko Shibusawa.

"I don't have a guest room here." Nakahara Chuya's tone was a little helpless. He lived alone in the shrine. Even if there were one or two visitors, he never kept them here.So, after Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, the thorn in his side, appeared, Nakahara had to give up his bedroom.

"You live here, I'll go to the study."

This is a decision made by Zhongyuan Zhongye after careful consideration.

Well, the main reason is that he feels that there are no secrets in the bedroom, but in the study... Although he is about to publish his personal poetry collection, if he is willing to show his face one day, he may be honored as a "teacher", but he is still not used to the poet. Identity is exposed to people you know.

The shame is overwhelming!

"Okay, Chuya, thank you." Shibusawa Ryuhiko said with a smile, an attitude of absolute cooperation.

"It's just a small matter." Zhong Yuanzhong also waved his hands, picked up a quilt, and went to the study with his head held high.

As soon as Nakahara Chuya left, Shibusawa Ryuhiko, who had an obedient face just now, rolled on the tatami first, then hugged the pillow and rubbed against it.

"The awkward Chuya-chan is also super cute." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko lay on the tatami, with a soft pillow under his chin.He took out his mobile phone, poked open the "notebook" familiarly, and watched with admiration that he and Nakahara Nakaya cleaned the shrine, had dinner, borrowed clothes, soaked in hot springs, and chatted with each other, all of which were updated in words.

The phone screen flickered slightly, and new words popped up on the "Notepad"——

[At 2006:4 on April 7, 20, in the study, Nakahara Nakahara drew the design of Omori on the paper and quickly crossed it out, saying: "I am really not this material."]

The corners of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko's lips were raised high.

He knows it!

Hey, in fact, as long as it is the omamori given to him by Nakahara Chuya, whether it is made by himself or bought from other shrines, Shibusawa Ryuhiko likes it.

Of course, doing it yourself is even better.

Chuya-chan who is troubled by this problem is so cute.

【2006年4月7日21:04，中原中也开始练字。】

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko: "...Poof."

cuter! !

After thinking about it, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko simply turned off the light in the bedroom, lying under the quilt and staring at the phone with piercing eyes.Even if you don't have the chance to see Nakahara Chuya in the study struggling to practice calligraphy, the description on the "Notepad" is dry, but the behavior inside is to Nakahara Nakaya, it's like someone is scratching with a feather His heart is sharp.

After laughing enough, Shibusawa Ryuhiko rested his chin with one hand, a hint of darkness appeared in his red eyes.

Chuya is so good, who is he hiding from?

No matter who it is, it must not be a good thing!

"When you meet, crush it." Shibusawa Tatsuhiko said lightly to himself, "Those who hinder Chuya, all go to death."

After three seconds of silence, Shibusawa Ryuhiko raised his hand and patted his forehead.

Wake up, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, don't forget your good character design, how can you kill people casually.

Then press the other party to death and find out the evidence that the other party is not a good thing.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko thought so.

***

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko turned off his cell phone when it was refreshed in the "Notepad" that Nakahara Chuka was about to officially make the Omori.

Although the "*** Diary" can bring him future intelligence in advance and give him a head start to a certain extent, but at this moment, it must be fresh.

After tossing and turning on the tatami for most of the night, he was about to fall asleep, and it was only dawn on the second day when Shibusawa Tatsuhiko woke up.

Take a look at the "Notepad" first, it's very good, Zhongya Nakahara is still sleeping.

Shibusawa Tatsuhiko got up immediately, and dug out the frozen fried rice from his backpack—thanks to that crystal of ice-type ability, if it wasn't for it to release the ability conscientiously, God knows what the hell would be in his backpack. Can the food still be eaten?

Before falling asleep yesterday, Shibusawa Ryuhiko was still thinking about the culinary art character design. Although he thought that cooking could not be difficult for a real genius, but in order to maintain his favorability level in Chuya Nakahara, he decided to modify the character design. Change the person who is proficient in cooking to the person who is good at fried rice.

For the time being, I will not use other food with a slightly higher standard to fill the scene.