[Comprehensive] Ice Emperor Supernatural Spirit Society

That night, I received a thank you letter forwarded by the president. Little Liu Qingqing said that her brother has woken up and is in good spirits. Her family is very grateful to us and hopes to visit us to express their gratitude in person.

"I've already declined for both of you." The president's voice on the phone was gentle and clear, "You and Daoman have worked hard today, so take a good rest. Also, did you see your little peach blossom today?"

"...President, you have changed, you are not such a gossip." I was silent for a while, feeling a little hopeless.Why do you pay so much attention to my relationship? I just broke up and haven't planned to start the next relationship yet!

"Haha, I'm just kidding, go to bed early, I'm dead."

"Bye President~"

I have already planned for the next day. There are Coke and potato chips at home, and the new Nintendo Switch is also available. This kind of weather is perfect for lying on the bed and playing games.

However, the plan can never keep up with the changes. I was dug out of the bed by the bamboo horse of my sports department early in the morning, and when I was still in a daze, he rolled the quilt into the extended Lincoln car.

He should be thankful that his aura is very familiar and reassuring to me, otherwise he would be ready to go to hell and fall in love with that creepy Ghost Lantern King if I took a picture of a spell in a daze.

"Keiko Atobe, what are you going to do!" I got out of the quilt angrily with my messy hair on my head, and gestured with my thumb and index finger to the length of half the length of my tail finger. I only have this little distance left to throw into Tokyo Bay."

"Ah? What time did you go to bed last night, not a gorgeous woman." Atobe raised her eyebrows and snorted coldly, "Aunt Zhen, please take good care of you, and you refuse to live in Atobe's house. You Look at your current schedule, don't use jet lag as an excuse."

"I don't care if I'm still jet-lagged." I shrank myself back into the quilt shamelessly, refusing to talk to the person named Jingwu from the Ministry of Traditions.

"If you keep upside down like this day and night, I'll go and complain to Aunt Zhen."

"Are you a child and still sue like others!"

"Hmph, otherwise you'll live in Atobe's house."

"I advocate freedom by nature. I love my kennel. Jingwu, your house is too luxurious and I will not get used to it." The important thing is that if you live in your house, you will not be talked about every day.

Hey, my bamboo horse is good everywhere. He is handsome, rich and capable. He will try his best to complete everything. He also sincerely cares about his friends but hides nothing. He just does things too high-profile and in private. Will always talk about me like an old lady.

"You non-gorgeous woman, wouldn't it be boring to hide under the quilt?" Atobe pulled off the quilt and poked my forehead vigorously, "Today the tennis club is preparing for next week's match at my home stadium. For the exhibition match, you should go and watch it too."

I:……

"Master, why did you recruit me to the tennis club's training? I'm not a sports boy like you, I'm from the supernatural club!"

"However, you have been practicing tennis with my uncle for several years, and my uncle reluctantly admits your tennis skills."

The car drove all the way to Buckingham Palace of Atobe's house. Atobe got off the car and waited next to Huachi and immediately moved the umbrella to the top of Atobe's head. Atobe raised his hand and pulled the quilt on me and dragged me over.

"I can walk by myself." I pulled my quilt tightly, "It's so cold, Keigo Atobe, don't pull my quilt!"

"Heh, do you have shoes on?" Atobe ignored my struggle and hugged my princess in his arms. The servants of Atobe's family all looked familiar.

"Good morning, Mikael, Huachi." I struggled over Atobe's shoulders and stretched out my hand from under the quilt to greet the butler and Huadi, who were waiting next to me with umbrellas, "Today, Keigo is still messing around like always, It’s really hard work for you.”

"usu!" Huadi was still expressionless and taciturn.

"Ms. An An, good morning, today's breakfast is specially prepared for your favorite porridge and fried dough sticks." It can be said that Mikael, the housekeeper who watched us grow up, looked at us kindly and gently, "Miss An An, you haven't been here for a long time. The family visited me, an old man."

"I can't help it, it's all because Jingwu, an old lady, always likes to talk about me, so I can only avoid him."

"Shut up, not gorgeous woman."

The Atobe family has my room, which is next door to Keigo Atobe. From the window sill of my room, I can easily climb to the window sill of Keigo Atobe’s room.Sometimes I stayed in the island country during the holidays and didn’t return to the UK or China. In order to prevent me from being alone day and night and messing up my work and rest, Atobe would pack me up and take me back to Atobe’s house, under the pretense of playing tennis with me.In order to retaliate against Atobe who confiscated my game console and forced me to get up early during the supposedly decadent holiday, I sometimes climbed to his windowsill in the middle of the night to pretend to be a ghost to scare him.However, as my little boy, who also saw big scenes with me, he was never frightened by me, but every time he was woken up by me, he would angrily say that he wanted to throw me off the window sill.

I have to mention here that Jingwu's pajamas are really the most flirty things I have ever seen in my life, even more flirtatious than my gay villain dad.

I was thrown back to my room by Atobe. The room was clean and simple, exactly the same as my room in England. The change of clothes had been neatly folded and put aside.

——It's so soft, my bed.

The pattering rain outside the window was like a lullaby. I wrapped myself in the quilt and turned over. I hugged the soft and dry pillow happily and was about to go back to sleep when I heard the threat of neither salt nor water on the top of my head.

"I'm going to meet you at the restaurant downstairs within 10 minutes." Atobe lightened his tears and looked condescendingly at me rolling on the bed, "An'an, you don't want to say goodbye to the game console you just bought Bar."

Me: ... Oh, you are cruel!

After washing up, I went to the restaurant downstairs, and saw that everyone in the tennis club had already sat around the long table having breakfast, and only the seat on the right of Atobe was still vacant.

"Good morning, Wu. It turns out that Atobe went out early in the morning to pick you up." Yushi Ninzu, who was opposite, greeted me with a smile.

"Good morning, seniors. Good morning, Aruo, Feng." To be honest, except for Keigo Yoshimunebe, Hikichiwaka from the same club, and Hochotaro from the same class, the rest of the tennis club and I are not very good. Familiarity, probably a relationship with a favorability of 50, at most a greeting.

I sat down and looked at their respective breakfasts. My porridge and fried dough sticks can be said to be light.

I really want to complain, eating steak and cakes early in the morning is too greasy and pretentious.

Probably because I stared at the medium-rare steak in front of Atobe with too much enthusiasm, causing Atobe to misunderstand what I meant. Although I think he clearly understood my complaints, he still twisted my words. mean.

"What? Want to eat my uncle's Kobe steak?" Atobe looked at me with raised eyebrows and smiled jokingly.

"No, no, big brother, eat slowly by yourself." I quickly withdrew my gaze and settled my breakfast quietly like a chicken. I love white porridge and I love deep-fried dough sticks.

"An'an, how was your trip to Kanagawa yesterday? Is it really Yunu?" Rijiruo propped his face with one hand, and poked the steak in front of him with the other.

"Speaking of which, Wuyou and Hiyoshi are both members of the legendary supernatural spirit society. I have watched your live broadcast. Are there really ghosts in this world?" Akutagawa Jiro ran to me with an excited face, and then Under Atobe's order, he obediently returned to his position.

"It's indeed Yu Nu, Daoman will solve it soon." I didn't care about the inconsistency in my words, turned my head to Akutagawa Jiro and said seriously: "Of course there are no ghosts, the purpose of our supernatural spiritual club is to break the feudal superstition , to promote scientific truth."

Crowd: ...

Everyone: Don't bully our innocent and kind little sheep.

"Although I have heard of the live broadcast of the Supernatural Spirit Club, I have never dared to watch it." Xiang Riyue took a bite of the cake and suggested: "I remember that there will be an official live broadcast video, let's watch it together after training Well, if there are many people, you won’t be afraid.”

"Che, that's a shame."

"What, Shishido, have you seen it?!"

"...No, Chotaro, how about you?" Shishido was silent for a moment, then turned his head and asked Feng Chotaro beside him.

"Actually, the edited live video is not scary at all compared to the scene, and sometimes it's funny." Feng Changtaro pursed his lips and smiled a little shyly, "The Wuyou invited me to be their live broadcast guest before. , the atmosphere at the scene is really weird and gloomy, and there are ghosts and evil spirits that appear from time to time. However, after watching the live broadcast I recorded, I felt the same as the audience on the bullet screen. funny."

Crowd: ...

- Chotaro, what's wrong with you, Chotaro!

——What has this world done to you! !

"On the one hand, I think it's cool and I want to try it, but on the other hand, I feel very scared, let's forget it. My mood is a bit complicated now." Xiang Riyueren murmured.

"Me too." Akutagawa Jirou echoed with a rare serious expression.

"That episode was the first time I invited other guests to participate in the live broadcast, and the response was quite good." I yawned with my face propped up, "Sure enough, this is a world that depends on faces."

Since then, the audience will also screen on the bullet screen hoping that the supernatural supernatural society can invite guests, but based on various considerations, such as the guests' own camera sense, courage, psychological quality, self-help ability, and being able to cooperate with our serious The ability to talk nonsense, etc., only a few issues invited foreign guests.

As for why I didn’t think about inviting my young tame Amebe Keigo, the friends of the Supernatural Ghost Club said that if Atobe-kun snapped his fingers when we were talking nonsense and arrogantly said that he was intoxicated by the magnificence of my uncle, we would Can't help but laugh and forget the words.

Most importantly, they don't want to listen to Atobe's domineering and mellow "It's not gorgeous."

"The more I talk about it, the more curious I become. Atobu, let's watch it after training. Don't you have a small indoor theater here?"

"If your training results can meet the requirements of my uncle."

Hey, my tough-mouthed and soft-hearted Zhuma Jun.I looked at Xiao Shuran, who had an evil face and asked his staff how many times to run and swing the racket to achieve what effect before allowing them to watch the video, and curled my lips helplessly.

"You have to train with me too, Wu An'an."

Oh well, apathy.JPG.

Withdrawing the foreword, my Zhuma Jun has a hard mouth and a hard heart. He is simply the villain boss in the game that deserves to be killed by the brave.