On the degree of compatibility between Guardian Egg and Yokohama

At the class meeting on Monday, the students were discussing the theme of the school festival with great interest.

Someone suggested: "How about a haunted house!"

"It's easy to bump into others... There are haunted houses every year."

"...That's right." A short-haired boy put one hand on his chin in boredom and huffed: "The simple version of the haunted house we made ourselves is far worse than the one in the amusement park..." So he I also don't understand why so many people like the haunted house theme every year.

His tablemate thought for a moment, and then said: "Then...the mirror maze?"

"The cost is relatively low, and it is easy to arrange."

"But it's too simple...and there is a high probability of collision."

The squad leader stood on the podium with a wry smile and frowned, raised his hand and touched the back of his head: "Everyone has great ideas."

"Of course!" The girl with the ponytail looked at the people on the podium with bright eyes, and clenched her arms in front of her chest excitedly: "This is our last school festival in this school! Of course we must do it well!"

We all want to make more good high school memories.

Hearing this, the squad leader smiled helplessly, and asked back: "Then, does Hetian Sang have any good proposals?"

Because most of the students have joined the club, and senior high school students will withdraw early, so the club also attaches great importance to this school festival and respects the ideas of these third-year seniors.

Different from the theme activities of the class, the club will prepare a program and stage it at the party on the night of the school festival.The activities of each club during the day are to show the face of the club to those who come to visit. It can be said that the school is preparing for the next year's enrollment.

The girl named Hotan pondered for a while, and finally clenched her right fist and tapped the palm of her left hand: "Sure enough, it's the Deacon Cafe! By the way, there are quite a few handsome guys in our class."

"Why not a maid cafe, hello!"

Raising his hand to adjust the position of his glasses, Wada turned his head and looked at the short-haired boy who was making a sound behind him, his mouth curled up: "Maid cafes are too uninnovative, if all the girls go to be waiters, will all the food supply and rescue be left to you boys Got it?"

"You can't let us be waiters and cooks at the same time?"

Hearing this, the short-haired boy looked away in embarrassment: "It's better to say that we don't want to be chefs and waiters."

So far, the proposal of the Deacon Cafe has also been put aside for the time being.

Someone lays down on the table and complains: "Nothing will work... can't we make something fun?" It's all old advice.

The classroom was noisy for a while, and the atmosphere was a little impetuous.

At this time, a gentleman-looking boy wearing glasses said, "An unusual Deacon Cafe... how about it?"

Someone asked: "Why is it not common law?"

Looking up, the boy looked at the class monitor standing on the podium and raised his index finger to explain: "Girls wear deacon uniforms, and boys..."

As if thinking of what he was going to say next, the short-haired boy shouted directly: "Never wear a maid outfit!"

Hearing the words of the inch-headed boy, Wada pierced his little thoughts with ill intentions: "Heh heh heh...Obviously I want to see my female classmates wear maid outfits, why...wouldn't you be happy when it's my turn?"

"That kind of clothes... how can I wear it!" It's embarrassing no matter how you think about it, okay? !

As if considering the issue of acceptance, the gentle-looking boy added: "If you can't accept it, then uniform the deacon."

"You don't need to worry too much about food, it's enough to sell drinks, and you can also cooperate with other catering-themed classes to solve problems."

"You can choose instant brewed beverages. I have a juicer at home. It should be quite easy to prepare some fresh fruit for juice. The money I earn should be enough to organize a class party."

......

Seeing that everyone seemed to be listening to the boy, and the classroom fell silent, the class leader breathed a sigh of relief.He cleared his throat and asked, "What do you think of the theme of the Deacon Cafe?"

Imagining the picture of the event in his mind, the class leader smiled and added: "I always feel that everyone like this will be very handsome. I will bring my camera at home to take more pictures."

It seems good to leave handsome photos of my classmates at the school festival in the last year.

Seeing that no one objected, the squad leader finally finalized the theme: "Then, it's the Deacon Cafe."

......

Suzuki Aoi sat on her seat, looking out of the window at the branches already covered with green leaves, she was thinking about the villain transformed from a cursed spirit.She had handed over the egg to the Government of Time last week, but she has not received a reply until now.

Is it because the composition of the egg is too complex to analyze?

"Xiaokui, Xiaokui!"

Mitsuha's voice rang in her ears, Suzuki Aoi came back to her senses, looked away from the window and looked at the guardian spirit: "What's the matter, Mitsuha."

"The theme of the school festival is the Deacon Café!" The guardian spirit's glasses were shining brightly, filled with anticipation: "When the time comes, Xiaokui can just transform with me!"

Her original clothes were similar to those of a deacon.

"I'm so excited...Participating in the school festival for the first time with Aoi!"

"Deacon Cafe..." Suzuki Aoi looked at the white chalk words just written on the blackboard, combined with Mitsuha's words just now, and quickly realized the fact that girls also need to wear deacon uniforms.

Mitsuba looked interested, so...not bad.

Just as she was about to look away, her eyes collided with the boy standing on the podium.Before she could react, the squad leader looked away.He was almost as vigilant as a herbivore spotted by a predator, but the inconspicuous blush on his face showed the completely opposite mood of the owner.

The girl's light-colored eyes blinked, and then she looked back, as if she didn't notice this detail.

Suzuki Aoi's club is the reading club. This club with few classes requires all members to attend the after-school club meeting today. Obviously, it is preparing for the upcoming school festival.

Arriving in the library on time, Suzuki Aoi sat on a chair in the corner and went through the fugue again in the class, without participating in the discussion during the whole process - no matter what topic was finalized, it had no effect on her.

"By the way, Suzuki-san was a graphic model for a magazine before, right?"

The name was suddenly mentioned by the minister, Suzuki Aoi came back to his senses, raised his head and looked at the girl.

"Yes."

"If you don't mind... Suzuki-san, can I use some of your photos for the illustrations in our anthology?"

The book club decided to sell a collection of stories at this school festival, and all the short stories in it are the works of the members.And now I'm thinking about the layout and illustrations of the anthology-it's too monotonous to have only text.

The minister thought that Aoi Suzuki would not refuse, but who knows...

After thinking for a moment, Suzuki Aoi shook her head slightly: "Sorry, I don't want my photos to appear in the anthology."

Unpleasant things had happened before, and she didn't want to repeat them—even if this little anthology wouldn't have the magazine's reach.

"If you want illustrations, it should be a good choice to cooperate with the art department." Combining pictures and stories will never be monotonous.

"Cooperate with the art department..." The minister thought for a moment, "Sounds like a good idea, what's your opinion?"

"Yes yes!"

"It will be all right."

Seeing that no one objected, the minister made a final decision: "Then, I will go to the Minister of Fine Arts to discuss it now, and all you need to do is submit a short story to me before this Sunday, and remember to sign it."

"As for the theme... Let's use the gods as the theme." Stories about ghosts will always be more attractive.

"If there are no other questions, today's class is over, everyone is lucky."

"The minister has worked hard."

......

After the class was over, Aoi Suzuki went straight home.As soon as he went upstairs and opened the door, he found Foxanosuke sitting on the carpet with a delicate metal box in front of him.

Hearing the sound, Honosuke's ears trembled, and he said excitedly towards the door: "Master God Judge! You are finally back!"

Suzuki Aoi probably guessed what was in the box, and sat down opposite the little fox: "This...is that bad guy?"

"Hmm! That's right!" Foxosuke pushed the small box towards Suzuki Aoi: "The adults over there have already sent me the results, Mr. God Judge, look."

After finishing speaking, Foxanosuke handed the blank paper that was put aside to Suzuki Aoi.

Holding the white paper in her hand, Aoi Suzuki felt something flowing down her fingertips into her body.In the next moment, all the knowledge about that villain was clearly unfolded in his mind.

The government of the time concluded that there was no possibility of hatching, and there was no sign of life in the egg.This egg is more like a container, capable of absorbing negative human emotions.

"...absorbs negativity."

Opening the box and holding the villain in the palm of her hand, Aoi Suzuki looked down at it—I really didn't expect...the villain transformed from a curse spirit could have such a function.

The curse spirit is born from the negative emotions of human beings. If all the negative emotions are absorbed, then... will there be no more curse spirits in this world?

This guess is very bold, but Suzuki Aoi felt that - as long as the power of this egg is brought into full play, such a thing can indeed be done.Just don't know where its limit is.Does purifying other perks that can communicate with people get the same villains?

Withdrawing her thoughts, Aoi Suzuki nodded slightly at Foxnosuke: "Thank you very much." This information is very meaningful to her.

"This is what I should do, Master God Judge." Foxosuke shook his big fluffy tail at Aoi Suzuki, "My lord, please rest assured that this egg is safe."

"I see, thank you."

She still needs to practice a few more times before she can fully understand the purpose of this villain, or... the usefulness of other villains.