[Comprehensive] I'm not as unpredictable as you think!

Yoshikawa Reiko and Mu Chuanxia have different cognitions. After a day or two of getting along, she found that when a girl is a volleyball manager, she feels radiant and cannot take her eyes off when she plays chess.

"I didn't expect... Mu Chuan-san is so good at chess."

Looking at the layout of the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, the start is very stable, and the middle game can be calm and calm, gradually gaining the upper hand without the opponent's awareness, without the impetuousness that this age should have at all.

"Have you ever studied it?"

This is not an amateur level...

"...Grandpa taught it, and later when I miss him, I will take out the chess record and set it up..."

Mu Chuanxia replied, her green eyes flickered, with a hint of nostalgia.

Reiko Yoshikawa seemed to know something, and scratched her cheek in embarrassment, feeling that she seemed to have accidentally talked about the girl's pain.

"Hahaha, that's it. I'm because my cousin is a professional chess player. I'm also very interested in playing chess, and I'm willing to spend time thinking about it."

Mu Chuanxia felt that the girl was still too modest, and this was not a realm that could be achieved by just spending a little time thinking about it.

The sunspots, the whites, are round and cold between the index finger and the middle finger. The heavy sense of history, and the inexplicable tranquility and mysterious ancient feeling make Mu Chuanxia unable to help but sink every time.

Edogawa Conan was flipping through a book at the side, the cover didn't look anything special, listening to the crisp voice of the girl Luozi, he was extraordinarily at ease.

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Just after dinner, there is a natural hot spring behind the villa, and a huge partition in the middle blocks the separation between men and women. There is only a partition between the girls Mu Chuanxia and Reiko Yoshikawa and the boys over there.

The water temperature of the hot spring is a bit high, steaming Mu Chuanxia's face a little crimson, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her green eyes flickering, half of her face buried in the water, watching Reiko Yoshikawa tied her hair up next to her. The appearance, that face is extraordinarily delicate and beautiful.

"Why do you keep staring at me, I'm sorry..."

Yoshikawa Reiko gently scratched her cheek with her fingers, her face was also red.

"Sorry, I just think your hair looks good tied up."

Mu Chuanxia likes the feeling of Reiko Yoshikawa very much. She is very cheerful, with the vigor that a girl should have. Every word and every action makes people feel very sunny.

On the other side, Akashi Seijuro and the others were not as chatty and laughing as the girls. Edogawa Conan was soaking in the hot spring in silence. Atobe Keigo and Akashi Seijuro chatted about the follow-up arrangements for this joint camp and various other things. Other than that, it fell into an eerie silence.

The dense water vapor, the white skin of the teenagers, and the powerful body are blurred in the mist, and the eyebrows and eyes are somewhat indistinct, but it is particularly mysterious and cannot be taken away.

The three of them had their own concerns, and the atmosphere was silent for a while.

After soaking in the hot spring, Akashi Seijuro went to the living room to warm a glass of milk. The young boy's big white hands held a glass filled with milky white liquid, which looked very beautiful.

It was dark outside, and he sat by the window and looked up, but was surprised to see the girl's figure on the glass of the window.

"Akashi-kun? Haven't you rested yet?"

Mu Chuanxia recognized the young man's back, under the afterglow of the cold moonlight, the rose-colored hair could be clearly distinguished, and his white pajamas set him off extraordinarily, as beautiful as a pair of picture scroll.

"Mu Chuan...I'm a little thirsty, so I came here to warm a glass of milk."

"What about you?"

His voice is still so clear, in the night, blowing like the night wind.

For some reason, Mu Chuanxia felt that the boy's eyes tonight were hotter than usual, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Me too."

Hearing her answer, Akashi Seijuro walked over slowly, and under the girl's puzzled eyes, he gently handed the cup of hot milk in his hand to the girl.

Mu Chuanxia was a little dazed.

"Huh? For me?"

"Well, I'm not very thirsty, so I'll give you a drink. Also... There are cold drinks in the refrigerator, and I just warmed up this cup."

"It's better for girls not to drink cold ones."

Being reminded so softly by Akashi Seijuro, Kikawa Natsu remembered the incident with her aunt last time, and her body stiffened involuntarily.That incident was really... too embarrassing.

"Well, thank you."

She took the glass full of milk dumbly, and drank it in small sips. There was a milky white ring around her mouth, which was very cute.

Like a kitten stealing milk.

After drinking, the girl habitually stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, but she still didn't lick the white nipple ring clean.

Akashi Seijuro watched the girl's unconscious provocative movement of sticking out her tongue, as well as the sparkling water color on her pink lips, his eyes were a little dark.

"Muchuan..."

"Huh? Akashi-kun, do you have anything to say?"

Mu Chuanxia held the milk and looked at the boy, her moist eyes could see clearly even in the dark night, oh no, they were brighter, she was wearing loose light-colored pajamas, her long neck was like a swan, black Her hair was scattered casually, her pink lips and milky white liquid looked extraordinarily erotic, but the girl didn't know it.

Akashi Seijuro stepped forward, under Mu Chuanxia's suspicious eyes, raised his hand, then touched her lips, and gently wiped off the milk stain with the pulp of his thumb.

"Milk, it's all in your mouth."

Mu Chuanxia hurriedly took a step back, raised her hand, and wiped it fiercely with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushed.

"Thank you, ah no, Akashi-kun, you can tell me directly, you don't need to help me."

As long as Akashi Seijuro made any move beyond her expectations, Mu Chuanxia would subconsciously pull away. She knew that this young man didn't like to resist, nor did he like anything that deviated from his expectations.

The other him and the current him both make people tremble.

"It's getting late, I'm going back to bed, Akashi-kun should go to bed earlier."

Mu Chuanxia put down the half of the milk that hadn't been drunk yet, and hurriedly talked to Akashi Seijuro, then trotted back to the room, her black hair was floating in the air because of her movements, Akashi Seijuro just watched her leave like this The back view, the eerie silence in the air.

After a while, he felt the scent of camellia in the air that belonged to girls faded a lot, and then he came back to his senses. Looking at the half glass of milk on the table, he walked up and gently picked it up.

Half of the handsome face of the rosy-haired boy was hidden in the night, while the other half was extraordinarily blurred by the moonlight coming in from the window.

His eyes quietly changed color, strangely bright in the dark night, the corners of his lips raised slightly, he picked up the cup and slowly put the place where the girl drank just now on his lips, his eyes were dark.

It's just so close, as if feeling its residual warmth.

I'm a little... thirsty.

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Mu Chuanxia returned to the room, but couldn't fall asleep.

There are ghosts only if you can sleep!

The girl felt the tranquility of the night, and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Beside the window, there was a small shrine that had just painted part of the roof. It was very small, compared to the big shrines of the gods, but... it was extraordinarily warm.

Mu Chuanxia thought about it, since she couldn't fall asleep, she should get up and do it well.

She put on a coat and picked up the small shrine. The frames were all stable, and there was already a little red, and some of them hadn't been colored properly.

Her green eyes stared deeply at the small shrine. It has been almost a week since she drew the sketch and it is almost ready now.

Mu Chuanxia can't forget that night when the young god talked about his wish, those blue pairs were like the deep sea, like the moonlight shining on the calm sea, the sparkling waves, dazzling and beautiful.

Her god...it shouldn't be like this, he should stand on top of the gods, covered in the magnificent orange light from the horizon, and his eyes are the clear sky.

He deserves the best of everything in the world.

Mu Chuanxia looked at the shrine in his hand. He had obviously designed and painted the shrine for so long and made it for so long, but when compared with the beauty of that god, it looked extremely dilapidated.

"I can't send it out at all...it's so rough."

In fact, this small shrine is not what the girl said. The wood was carefully selected by her, and the surface was smoothed patiently. The red paint was also carefully brushed by the girl. It took several pieces of wood. satisfied with this appearance.

Mu Chuanxia lowered her eyes and pursed her lips. The moonlight outside the window was hazy, and the girl's figure was thin. She kept looking at the small shrine by the window. Finally, she sighed and continued to work on the small shrine that was about to be completed.

Atobe Keigo was in the room not far from the girl's next door, and Edogawa Conan still fell asleep with his back to him.

He has something on his mind and has not fallen asleep.

So he got up and walked to the window, he had some headaches, opened the window a little bit, and the cool night wind was blowing on his face, which made him feel better.

Atobe Keigo looked out of the window, glanced at the little light next door, and was a little dazed, and then saw Mu Chuanxia by the window, who was painting a small shrine, with drooping eyebrows and a beautiful face. It was very quiet.