[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

"Chie Takeuchi!"

When she raised her head, the English teacher in front of the podium was looking at her calmly.She was in a meticulous gray work skirt, her hair was perfectly coiled, and two cold eyes shot out from behind those thin lenses.

It was like a painless sigh.

"Please analyze the test points and answers of this question."

Qianzhi's legs were still trembling slightly, but the person had already stood up obediently, standing on the spot like a heron with long legs, but her heart seemed to be tied by a thread, and she was still relentlessly stuck to the chair at this moment. superior.

Staring at the examination paper in her hand, her mind went blank.All I saw was black ink blots one after another, as if an unbearable silence filled the classroom, stained the paper, and soaked into the face.

Last English class this week.

She licked her parched lips.

"Sorry, I--"

The English teacher looked across most of the classroom, and fell down aggressively, piercing her thin skin.

Before he finished speaking, the pen in his hand suddenly moved.Pulling her whitish joints, wrote a big "C" in the corner of the paper.

The silver hook painted on iron penetrates the back of the paper.

Chieji was stunned.

She froze.The remaining half of the sentence was stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or spit it out.

The sound of high-heeled shoes hitting the ground came from the other end of the podium, hitting her eardrums again and again, like impatient urging and anticipation.

"I, I see..." She swallowed, "C for this question, the test center, the test center is..."

Then a quick glance at the prompt that reappeared on the paper: "The subjunctive mood. The subordinate clause uses If + main clause + past tense, and the main clause is subject + should + do."

A brief silence.

The English teacher nodded stiffly.

Qian Zhi fell down on the chair all of a sudden, and before she had time to carefully appreciate the deep meaning of hating iron but not steel contained in the sentence "it's okay", she suddenly clenched the thin pen holder in her hand.

The next second, a haughty sigh came from beside my ear:

"Let go of your hand, it's hard to sweat."

Her heart skipped a beat, she let go, and the pen hit the ground with a thud, the crisp sound made the front desk couldn't help but look back, and the eyebrows that were slenderly drawn together frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Qianzhi's eyes widened at first, and then quickly spread out from the two periods, forming a pair of warm dashes.

"No...it's okay."

The girl cast her eyes suspiciously, as if she was putting her heart on the fire and roasting it over and over again.

"Really? Why did I hear someone talking just now, or a... boy?" She narrowed her eyes resolutely.

Qianzhi's scalp was numb from those staring eyes, and she was searching her guts to find an excuse, when suddenly there was another light cough from the podium.

"Please pay attention to the lecture. I will have questions later, so come to my office during lunch time if you can't answer."

The other party glared at her fiercely, and then returned to the sitting posture that seemed to be sitting upright but wandering away, leaving behind a pair of blade-like lutes, clearly outlined through the thin school uniform material, like a silent deterrence.

Qianzhi suddenly thanked that cold middle-aged woman.

She didn't dare to move in the second half of the class until the end bell came out scrawled on the radio. At lunch time, everyone left their seats one after another to go out to breathe fresh air. The empty classroom was filled with a huge flow of people, and she was the only one left in the end. people.

Qianzhi breathed a sigh of relief, the electric fan squeaked above his head, even the sound of his breathing increased by an octave, and he suddenly felt free and relaxed.

She bent down to pick up the pen lying on the foot of the table, carefully placed it flat in the center of the test paper, and looked at it with slightly bulging cheeks: "Isn't it my hallucination just now?"

"Ah, yes," a noncommittal affirmation, "What do you think?"

"I don't think so." She drew out her voice. "Are you really my pen?"

The other party was silent for a while, and suddenly rolled to the edge of the table.She went to pick it up quickly, but she didn't expect her to be nimble, so she turned around and escaped from her flat palm.

When he spoke again, the voice was a bit disgusted, as if he was still brooding over the original oolong.

"Can simple objects move spontaneously? You can see clearly, I am not a pen."

"'Uncle Ben'...?" She repeated the arrogant self-proclaimed involuntarily, the simple syllables lingered back and forth between her lips and teeth, and five crescents suddenly opened on her face, Qianzhi leaned forward all of a sudden, with the tip of her nose against the cap of the pen , looking at the reflection of myself smiling on the black pen holder:

"Aren't you Keigo Atobe?"

"There were few people on the huge hard court. I saw a group of girls wearing uniform skirts that were trimmed so that they could barely cover their legs. They quickly occupied the surrounding area of ​​the stands. They clasped their fingers, held their breath, stared intently and slowly pushed them away. that door.

"The first thing to step into the court was a pair of HEAD tennis shoes, looking up along those straight long legs, and then a tall and handsome figure of a blond boy occupied the entire field of vision.

"There was a high-pitched scream from above the stands.

"The boy raised his head haughtily in the sun, the moles in his eyes sparkled. He raised his left hand and snapped his fingers in the air.

"'Immerse yourself in my grandeur...'"

The tip of the pen paused slightly, and the moment the last word fell on the paper, Chie Takeuchi yawned and raised her eyebrows like a winner.

"This is Keigo Atobe in my impression, not..."

Her lowered voice could not hold back the corners of her lips, "A pen."

The name Atobe Keigo is known to everyone in Hyotei and other surrounding schools. The heir of the chaebol, the head of the tennis department, the leader of the student union, the real local tyrant who spent money to renovate the teaching facilities... Chieda just entered the school Just bathed in his countless dazzling holy lights, not to mention that the front seat Reiko Sugawara held an important position in his personal guards, every time the other party's name was mentioned, she had to open her mouth SAMA and keep her mouth shut KING, her cheeks blushed slowly When he fell, a little daughter's tenderness instantly appeared on his domineering face.

Now that the idol has fallen from the altar and appeared in his pencil case without a sound, it is difficult for Chie to describe what it feels like at that moment.

In the end, gloating probably prevailed.

She stretched out her hand and poked the cap of the pen carefully, and suddenly realized that there was no one in the classroom, so her tone became bolder and intimate in an instant: "What were you doing before this, class or practice? Well... tell me and let the girl help you Analyze analysis."

"..."

It seemed that they had been holding back for a long time, and after a while, a voice that gnashed their teeth sounded: "If you can figure out the cause and effect, my uncle still needs you?"

She felt that not only had she kicked an iron plate, but she had also been bitten back by the opponent's mouth.

In summer, the classrooms were replaced with white gauze curtains, and the sunlight shone through the white gauze into the windows, making everyone’s faces soft like an idol drama.Qianzhi's seat happened to be facing the window, a gust of wind touched her face lightly, lifted up a thin cloud, and when it fell, it silently covered the desk.

The podium, the duty form in the corner of the blackboard, the desk in front of Reiko Sugawara who was neat as if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the sound of footsteps in the corridor were all outside the veil, and no one noticed that she was missing.

Qianzhi sat there with her chin propped up, her eyelashes lowered, and she smiled softly.

It's like a brave new world of isolation.

Then without a word, he opened the chain of the pen case, and threw in a pen hidden in a Keigo Atobe.

boom.

The world is quiet.

"On May 2015, 5, it was sunny and windless. I found a pen that claimed to be 'Uncle Ben'."

"On May 2015, 5, cloudy turned cloudy, with showers. Basic communication was ineffective. I thought I raised a strange cohabitant."

Qianzhi paused the tip of her pen, nodded her chin and thought for a moment, her bent eyes filled with the light rain outside the window, and fell on her pupils, bit by bit, until dawn.

She blinked and wrote again——

"This guy, arrogant, rude, critical, and mean, literally interpreted most of the derogatory words in the dictionary overnight!"

Just as I was writing the text, the pen in my hand suddenly stopped flowing.She sighed, and stopped to draw a few times on the paper in a good temper, but those marks were clean and without ink, like a silent declaration of war.

"It's not in line with your gorgeous aesthetics to disturb other people's diaries, Atobe-kun."

"Ah, my lord must stop this irresponsible slander. Don't you ask knowingly?"

As he said that, he just kicked his butt... No, the pen has no body and limbs. In short, Qianzhi watched the pen holder lying in the palm of his hand one second, and the next moment it was already smashing into the diary. Can't pick it up.

She gave up competing with the other party, and just shrugged and looked at him helplessly, as if she was coaxing a child who was acting coquettishly.

"Please go ahead."

Atobe had to admit that such stares made him very uncomfortable, but the person at the desk no longer intended to pay attention to him, but turned around and took out a fountain pen from the pencil case, unscrewed the cover, and smoothed the paper again——

"Not only does the young master's aura all over my body make me uncomfortable, but I also have a cannonball attribute. I especially like to point fingers and comment on the poor daily life of me, a female high school student."