[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

The next day, Atobe Keigo woke up very early.

In addition to going to sleep due to insufficient ink, a fountain pen actually has no concept of "biological clock" at all.But because he was influenced by the motto of "Der Adelsindnichtim Blutvorhanden, aberstammtausdem Herzen" since he was a child, the troubled prince Atobe Keigo told himself over and over again that even if it is not necessary, he must stick to the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, which is necessary for an excellent heir.

However, the cruel truth is that if there is no sleep, what do you use to pass the long nine hours ==

Oh, he spat himself out.

Atobe silently rolled two laps on the pillow.

He found that after living together briefly(...) for a few days, he, the gorgeous ice emperor in the past, not only got used to complaining under the subtle influence of a certain bastard, but even got some facial expressions spontaneously ==

My uncle's learning ability is really unrivaled_(:зゝ∠)_

With a sigh, the slippery pen finally stabilized itself on the pillow again.

Atobe recovered from the routine introspection, self-confidence and narcissism, and suddenly felt that he was being blown by gentle air currents one after another, his eyes moved up, and Chie Takeuchi's sleeping face appeared in his sight.

The sunlight tiptoed through the gaps in the curtains, and danced lightly on her long eyelashes, walking very lightly and slowly, as if fearing that the heavy steps would crush a fragile dream.

"This not gorgeous guy can only be quieter when he is asleep." He thought of it out of boredom, and blurted out softly, scratching Qianzhi's cheek.

She moved but didn't wake up.Turning his head to the side, revealing the red indentation around the base of the ear.

Atobe looked at that face in a strange way, and suddenly caught a trace of strangeness.This girl spends her days sloppy with instant noodles and rice balls, but her cooking skills are exceptional; her daily hobby is to make jokes with him, an outsider, and force him to stay on the coffee table to accompany her to watch TV dramas; but at school, she is silent, reticent, and timid. , Introverted, do not participate in activities, do not leave the seat, facing the eyes of teachers and classmates, I only wish I could bend my back one more time, and bury my whole body in the desk, and I will be buried there from now on, never to return.

...two very different personalities.For a moment, it surprisingly coincides with the entries I saw in books when I was young - claustrophobia, agoraphobia, and darkness fear.

His heart moved.

The scene before going to bed last night came to mind silently again.Qianzhi first stuffed him into the pencil case with a grunt, stretched out his hand to turn off the light, tossed and turned on the bed for a long time like spreading egg pancakes, then touched the switch again, ran to the desk with bare feet, and violently pulled him out of the bed. He pulled it out of the pencil case and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

God knows how much Keibu Jingwu wanted to laugh at her at that moment.The well-arranged sentence was about to be blurted out, when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the face with frowning brows and white lips, as if he would burst into tears as soon as he uttered half a syllable.

Atobe looked at her under the dim light, the fleeting pity in his eyes probably he had never seen before.

She is the only one in this apartment, and she is the only one left in the life of a bastard.Without friends and teachers, without a cup of nagging hot milk before going to bed, a person's social circle extends outward like a spider's web. Heard a solitary echo, "I'm back".

There are so many identical door frames and window lattices in his house, but what was lit in the middle of the night was just a single lamp.

So that sarcasm gritted his teeth, and finally swallowed it back completely.

Qianzhi's sweaty hand gently placed him on the other side of the pillow, she stretched her arms, and turned off the light again.

pat.

"sorry to bother you."

The voice sounded like a sigh.

Atobe finally figured out how to change from the abnormality of the girl in front of him to the original shape. On the way, he went through a lot of twists and turns, how many turns in the brain circuit, whether the reflex arc can be used to skip rope, and I won’t repeat it here.

Until the mobile phone placed by the bed buzzed and vibrated, the next second it rang loudly, and the familiar melody made his heart skip a beat.

"Great expectations and achievements are carried on the back of the body, and we are diligent and unremitting in memory every day.

"Wise predecessors, don't forget your kindness and keep in mind the Tao of Xinwen

"Walking on foot, the master is magnificent and thriving..."

It's actually the Ice Emperor's school song.

However, Chie Takeuchi's reaction also opened his eyes. This guy has the ability to persist in the vigorous dubbing for a full 3 minutes. It wasn't until the climax came that he turned over and rolled the quilt behind his head, covered his ears, and He groped around the bed with one hand, grabbed the phone, and randomly clicked cancel.

His gaze moved from the phone to the ceiling, and then back to her. There is no dead angle in the 360-degree field of vision, and the evolution of my uncle is indeed making rapid progress.

...No, wouldn't it be fun to evolve into a fountain pen?

There was silence in the room for a while, so he was able to carefully look at the interior furnishings.I thought that the boudoir of a little girl, not to mention the dazzling array of plush toys or pink poisoning, should at least have a few posters or hanging pictures on the wall for decoration, but this room is unrecognizable.

Bed, wardrobe, desk, laptop, lamp.Exquisite and polite, polite but impersonal, like a high-end hotel with the carpet removed.

Instead, the wall clock on the opposite wall reminded him that there were still three to ten minutes before the start of early self-study.

So early in the morning, Chie Takeuchi suffered retribution.

Another person next to the pillow yelled at her ear with a high-decibel voice, "You are not a gorgeous woman! Please open your eyes and look at the clock! How long are you going to sleep?!"

Qianzhi turned over on the bed and plunged into the soft fluffy cotton wool.After holding her head for a long time, she pulled her head out, the sun shining on her face exaggeratedly, "What time is it..."

However, he turned his face and looked at the guy under the bed who was knocked to the ground by his actions and shouted "07:30" angrily.

To correct, she was looking at a pen with teary eyes.

Qianzhi yawned with her head full of chicken coops, and said long-"It's so late? How do you know the time? Does my pen have a timekeeping function?"

The other party was silent for a while with disgust: "...Do you think that the clock is hanging on the wall for decoration?!"

Unexpectedly, she cast her eyes on the wall thoughtfully, then turned around again, and nodded to him thoughtfully.

"It's a decoration. It broke not long after I bought it, and I don't bother to fix it... Maybe," she fell on the bed with her head up, "there is no battery."

Let Keigo Atobe roll around on the floor manically.

"Then what happened to your cell phone alarm clock!"

"Huh? That... I don't know, maybe I set it casually one day and forgot to change it." A careless voice came from the rolled-up quilt.

He clicked his tongue.

"So why is the alarm set to the school song? Is it just because it's the first on the playlist?"

He felt that one day he could actually follow Qianzhi's thinking all the way to make up his mind, which was really terrifying.

There was no answer from the bed.

Just when Atobe was silently slandering me, the Great Ice Emperor, when such an ungorgeous woman came out, a light and fluffy word suddenly fell down, like a snowflake, melting into the ground silently.

"Does Atobe-kun know? Fear can make a person sober."

Long and even breathing sounded in the ears.

Light yet heavy.

Things like turning into a pen, even though it’s unimaginable, but compared to waking up and finding that I can’t roll around (…) and can’t speak, with a mess of dirty clothes stuffed in my stomach, beeping around Stop, anyway, there is another benefit, yes, it is easy to carry.

"At least you don't have to stay at my house all day, and you can enter the classroom to feel the influence of knowledge—ah!!"

Qianzhi lay on her stomach under the bright fluorescent lamp, the tip of her pen brushed over and over again the stems of the big physics questions, until a small ball of ink smeared out, overshadowing an important data, and then sat up yelling——

"It's 8.9 meters, tsk, so what were you doing for so long just now? Where did you focus your attention?" Atobe seemed to be able to express his disgust in a tone as stern as the teaching director × 3.

"Just now... I'm thanking you." Copying the data on the paper, Qianzhi continued to stare at the question list listlessly, "It's only good to follow me to class, if that old man hits me on a whim My name, I can’t answer it and I’m still covered by a bully☆So thank you today, otherwise I’d be forced to stand in the corridor again, I’m almost in a telepathic relationship with the guy next to the window in the next class... ...Atobe-kun, you are a good person, the originator of the righteous world."

Atobe, who was issued a card unintentionally: "..."

After a moment of silence, he yelled at him again: "Write your homework, it's already 10:30, when will it be delayed? No wonder you enter the classroom with the morning bell every morning!"

"So, sir, you are the president of the student council, not the disciplinary committee member, and besides, I'm not late~" She scratched her face.

The pen in his hand stopped for a moment, grabbing her perfunctory forcefully.

Chie's gaze was awakened, and suddenly fell back to Atobe.After a while, she quit halfway again, decisively changed to a fountain pen, and under the cover of a strong aura, read the question again...

She quit after 3 minutes of writing, the pen holder was clamped under her nose, and her eyebrow-level bangs suddenly blew up: "I can't write, it's too difficult. How about you sit up and move yourself... oh, it's an activity." Exercise your muscles and bones, and come up with an answer directly with your own body?"

Atobe Keigo ignored her.

Qian Zhi said "Hey Hey Hey" a few more times, seeing that the other party was still lying on the paper as calm as a mountain, and the black air lingering around her was about to materialize, so she hugged her arms and shook and squeezed through the gap between her teeth. He said "It's so cold", and then turned around and threw himself on the bed——

"Chie Takeuchi!"

There was a loud roar in the sky.

She froze, slamming her chin on the bed.

"It hurts QAQ." The girl reluctantly climbed up again, put her arms around her knees, "What are you doing..."

Atobe cleared his throat, and the test papers under him vibrated angrily with his breath, "I won't help you, write it yourself!"

Chie: "..."

"I thought what's the matter, if I don't help, I won't help," she looked back with disinterest, lay flat and got into the bed, pulled the corner of the quilt over her head, and said in a muffled voice, "Anyway, the previous topic is also You watched and did it one by one, and you are all right. If you can’t write the finale, you won’t be criticized~”

The room suddenly sank into a stagnant silence.

The voice on the other side of the desk suddenly dropped to freezing point, and no longer filled with iron-hating, young, domineering concerns, she turned over and heard Atobe say——

"Then, from now on, don't ask me any questions you don't know, whether at home or at school."

Qianzhi's face was deeply buried in the soft bed sheet, as if drowning in a spring and autumn dream, unwilling to wake up.

Maybe really fell asleep.

"My lord is so disappointed in you."