Miss Field [Comprehensive]

"Sakura, I arrived early today."

"Mr. Ju, we have to hurry up and finish coloring the poster."

"What's the theme of this week..."

It was the beginning of April, the sun at four o'clock in the afternoon had turned orange, and a soft warm wind blew into the studio of the art club from the window, blowing a white curtain by the window inward.

A girl who just took out the sketch paper had no time to fix the drawing paper on the drawing board, the drawing paper was blown up by the unexpected spring breeze and flew to the floor.

The girl let out a small cry, and just as she was about to walk over and bend over, her other hand stretched out from the side, picking up the blank paper first.

Thin and slender fingers hold the sketch paper, which is so white that it seems to be shining.

"Thank you, your field." The girl thanked with a smile.

Chang, who was standing opposite her, handed over the sketch paper and said at the same time, "President, I have something to do these two days, so I want to ask for leave and go first."

The art club of the Romance Academy usually doesn't end until after five o'clock.

Hearing what Chang said now, the president subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and then looked at Chang who was opposite.

A pair of red phoenix eyes on the other side, the refusal that just came to the lips couldn't help but turn into a completely opposite meaning: "Okay, no problem! Anyway, just hand in this week's theme assignment in time."

"I know." Chinami Chang smiled slightly, "Sakura, right, I will definitely hand it in on time."

"Yeah." The third-grade art club president successfully got back his sketch paper, and after turning around and leaving in front of him, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The president returned to his seat and sat down, and subconsciously glanced at the door of the studio where the figure had disappeared. It was not without reason that Xindao School rumored that this famous freshman in the school was everyone's daughter.

Even her senior, when facing the other party's delicate and classically beautiful face, she will subconsciously be a little more nervous than usual.

This young girl Chang, no matter in terms of appearance, temperament, or speech and manner, really fits everyone's imagination of everyone's daughter.

The only thing that makes the president curious, and also the strange thing for many students of Romance Academy, is that girls from such rich families will go to such aristocratic schools in Tokyo.

I heard that Chang Xuemei was a junior high school in a century-old prestigious school in Kanagawa?

Then it would be even more strange to come to Romance Academy.

Thinking of this, the president turned around and asked a girl with big eyes sitting behind him: "Sakura, you have the best relationship with Chang, do you know why she asked for leave today?"

"Huh?" Sakura Chiyo seemed to be in a daze, and the brush had stopped motionless on the drawing board since just now.

He woke up suddenly when he heard his name.

But it was already a step too late, another girl in the same class who was close to her had already looked over, and she could see the name on the drawing paper at a glance:

"Nozaki Umetaro? I remember this is a boy from Class B, right? The tall one? So Chiyo, you like that type!"

Sakura Chiyo: "Ah..."

Before she had time to come up with a reasonable excuse to cover up the past, the president of Chinami Chang, who had originally asked, was taken away from the focus of attention: "Which kind? Which type does Chiyo like?!"

Sakura Chiyo's breath became weaker and her face became more and more red: "President—"

Another evening spring breeze blew past, seeming to blow the laughter and laughter from the studio all the way out of the campus and into the ears of Chinami Chang.

A shower of sakura blossoms followed, and a few pieces of pink fell on the top of the head.

Chinami subconsciously stopped, held up her phone, and turned her head.

The long, soft, pitch-black hair was blown back by the wind, like a piece of fine silk.The neat bangs were also messed up, so she had to hold it down with her left hand before looking down at the phone.

There were three short lines of words on the screen, Qian Naimei scanned them, and immediately had an idea of ​​the commission.

Popping off a petal of cherry blossoms on the screen, she put away her phone and started walking again.

***

Chinami arrived at the client's mansion around five o'clock in the afternoon.

Compared with when she left school before, this time period is the real twilight.

At dusk, the hour of magic.

Before completely entering the huge Japanese house, Chinami glanced at the bloody sky to the west.

In the depths of the house shrouded in shadows, this time the client was in such a serious condition that he couldn't get up, and could only lie on the quilt on the floor and hum.

Under the thick quilt, the client's face was pale and sweaty, and his abdomen was swollen high, like a pregnant woman who was pregnant in October.

The only problem is that this time the client is not a woman, but an old man with gray hair and wrinkled face.

Compared to the panic of others, Ma Chinami was very calm.

This kind of tranquility was particularly glaring against the tension of the people around and the difference in physique between Chinami and them.

One of the leaders asked politely: "Excuse me, Miss Chang, can you tell what our team leader is being entangled in?"

"You can't tell by looking." Qian Nai walked into the room stepping on the clean floor, knelt down beside the old man's bed, and put aside the thing she was holding in her right hand.

It was a long object wrapped in cloth strips with no specific shape.

Seeing this scene, the people next to him were about to speak, but the leader stopped him with a wave.

Qian Naimei didn't care about these people crowded at the door, she took out a paper talisman from the pocket of her school uniform jacket, lifted the quilt, pushed up the team leader's shirt, and stuck it on the bulging, purple blood vessel. on the belly.

As soon as the talisman paper covered the navel, the team leader's groan suddenly became louder, his brows were furrowed, and the eyeballs under his closed eyelids moved rapidly, which was very painful.

"What's going on?!" The crowd at the door was commotion, but still no one dared to enter the house.

In the next second, the scene in front of her answered the question instead of Chinami.

The team leader's already tense belly began to heave up and down, with depressions or bulges constantly appearing in various places, as if a living creature with sharp claws was struggling to get out from under the belly.

When it was the most exaggerated, everyone at the door could see that the belly of their team leader was lifted up high, and even the entire waist was separated from the mattress.

There was an exclamation behind him, and the leader could still hear the order to calmly drink in a low voice.

Obviously, this scene is a bit too exciting for ordinary people who have never been in contact with monsters.

Even gangsters are the same.

Chinami of the field stretched out her left index finger and pressed it on the paper talisman, and put the index finger and middle finger of her right hand on her lower lip, and began to chant the spell in a low voice.

Her volume was very low and her speech was so fast that it was difficult for others to hear the content of the spell. They even felt that it was not in the scope of human language.

But with the continuous flow of awkward words, the belly that was rising and falling more and more gradually calmed down.The groaning in the group leader's throat gradually decreased, and in the end, it simply disappeared.

The old man was sleeping on the bed with his eyes closed, his brows relaxed, and his breathing steady. If he ignored his still terrifying belly and the paper symbols on his belly, he almost seemed to be asleep.

After a few more minutes, Chinami's slightly moving lips stopped.

She put down her right hand, and the index finger of her left hand was still touching the paper talisman. She heard the person behind her ask, "Is this...has it been resolved? It really deserves to be an event."

"No." Before the man finished speaking, Chinami interrupted him without looking back.

Immediately afterwards, she made a request: "Please prepare a clay urn, the bottom area should not be smaller than the size of an adult's palm. There are no requirements for materials and patterns, please send it as soon as possible, preferably within half an hour. Although I am now using paper symbols He has a monster in his belly, but it has been delayed for too long, and your team leader's body can't last long."

After being quiet for a second, there was another low voice behind him: "Did you hear that! Hurry up and find it! Half an hour, no, you must find it within 15 minutes!"

Then came the sound of noisy footsteps.

Chinami looked at the paper talisman under her fingertips expressionlessly.

Through a thin piece of talisman paper, she felt as if she was pressed on a hard block of ice, and the continuous cold air pierced into her fingertips through the paper talisman, which did not resemble the touch of a living person's skin at all.

She didn't intentionally scare these people. After three or ten minutes, the old man would return to the underworld, and it would be useless even if he took out the monster in his stomach.

Fortunately, in this mansion, there seems to be such a mud urn that meets the requirements.

Therefore, Qian Nai didn't wait long before a young man in sportswear walked into the room cautiously holding a gray-white urn.

Qian Nai glanced at the slightly trembling legs under the youth's sports pants, and looked up at the mud urn.

Seeing this, even she was a little speechless.

This urn has a beautiful shape, a smooth surface, and exquisite patterns painted with some colorful paints. It looks like an expensive antique decoration.

Chinami felt sorry for using this urn to hold monsters.

But since the entrusting party is willing to give her the jar, she doesn't need to talk too much.

Instruct the young man to turn the mud urn over, with the bottom up and the mouth down, hanging over the abdomen of the group leader. The mouth of the urn is exactly aligned with the center of the paper talisman, which is the navel.

Then, with her free right hand, Chinami tore off the fabric on the long object that had been placed aside.

As soon as the black wood inside appeared, she heard the group at the door commotion again.

It was a sword.

When Chinami pulled the blade out of the scabbard, a moonlight-like reflection flashed across the corner of the room.

At this time, it can be seen through the window that the sky outside has gradually darkened, and the original red light of the setting sun has completely disappeared.

Chinami flipped her wrist, raised the long knife horizontally, and pointed the sharp blade at the team leader's stomach.

"Please hold it steady, and don't let go." Chinami said to the young man holding the clay urn.

Without waiting for the other party's answer, she struck decisively, and the blade sliced ​​through the team leader's raised abdomen.

"Bastard!"

Accompanied by a neat burst of shouts, and the sound of pistol safety, everyone who raised their guns saw a black shadow flying from the belly of their team leader into the mud urn.

The female high school student who they thought was here to take the opportunity to assassinate the team leader raised her left hand and gently lifted the paper talisman from the team leader's belly, sticking it on the mouth of the overhanging urn.

The clay urn shook violently between the young man's hands, but because of Chinami's previous instructions, he still couldn't escape from the prepared young man's palm.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the things in the mud urn could only admit defeat after struggling for a while.

The whole urn returned to calm in the hands of the young man, but the person holding it seemed to be holding a red-hot copper block, and wanted to throw it away but dared not.

Look at the leader of the Yuechuan team lying on the mattress.

The originally high bulging belly disappeared like a punctured balloon, and he himself slowly opened his eyes.

Team leader Yuechuan, who had experienced countless storms and waves, felt that he had had an extremely long nightmare, his whole body was sore, and he felt the joy of surviving after the catastrophe.

Before he could savor the complicated emotions, when he opened his eyes, he saw a sharp knife that blew hair and cut hair in front of him.

Team leader Yuechuan's scalp was numb, and he roared subconsciously: "Bastard!"

The voice is full of air, and the voice is powerful.

Immediately, everyone cheered: "Leader! You are finally healed!"

"what?"

Just when Team Leader Yuechuan was puzzled, the blade hanging above his head was withdrawn.

Qian Naimei put the knife back into its sheath, raised her waist and stood up to take the clay urn, then turned her head and nodded to the leader who rushed over: "The leader of your group has given birth safely, and his life is not in danger."

The Yuechuan group who also surrounded them didn't react at first.

It wasn't until they saw the sluggish look on the faces of the consultants in the group that they realized that a certain word in the mouth of this field exorcist was a bit unusual: "Production?"

Chinami Chang had stood up, and she held the clay urn face up in her arms.

Faced with several stiff faces that Qi Shushua had looked at, she touched the big belly of the mud urn and smiled slightly: "Yes, both father and son are safe, congratulations."