[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

Keigo Atobe's flamboyant principles probably include "do what you say". In the days that followed, he really didn't help Chie again.

It doesn't matter to Qianzhi, it's like when you are alone and helpless, you are worn down to only a layer of blood, and the next second you are about to be KO'd by the enemy, you suddenly discovered a bug in the system by mistake, so Full blood resurrection and plug-ins are fully activated, even running out of the Novice Village is not a problem, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers Now you have the capital - but with the system upgrade and maintenance, the BUG disappeared, so you returned to the state of being cautious again, and No big deal.

It's just that he will never talk nonsense to her again, and in the empty room, the strange cohabitant becomes a cold pen again.The writing is smooth in her hands, and the water flows freely, and occasionally some ink needs to be poured.

So the daily cheerful bickering suddenly plummeted and turned into her one-sided chatter.

"It's so cold at home..."

"Did you see the art teacher's skirt today? Su Chuan Kua, that's a Mori girl, and said he's going to buy one too. I feel like she's sweeping dust on the school floor =="

"During physical education class, I saw the tennis club. Someone was training. Speaking of which, your disappearance didn't seem to have much impact, and the support team is as usual... Ah no, it's running. Is there going to be in the student council president's office? It’s so strange that there will be an identical Atobe sitting there, OwO」

"Hey, Keigo Atobe, even if you talk about yourself, do you still have that terrifying aura of 'don't mess with me'!"

"I'm suffocated to death by myself. Talk to me..."

"Yeah." The pen in his hand gave an indifferent and clear response, "I'm listening. Tell me."

Three full stops, the joints are perfectly rounded and seamless.

Chie Takeuchi stared at him with wide eyes, the depths of her pupils were dark and blunt, lifeless and lifeless.

Atobe was stared at by that kind of eyes, and the indifference after a few days was about to be broken——

"You said you were disappointed in me, so this is how you express your disappointment?"

She rushed to speak before him, the deep, deep, bottomless darkness in her eyes suddenly flowed, and quickly rolled into a turbulent vortex, the dark tide was raging.

He said nothing.

Atobe didn't even understand what was wrong with him. A girl who gave up on herself and turned her life into a running account, how could he be regretful, curious, and even feel angry? !

Shouldn't the proper attitude be mourning its misfortune and being angry at its failure to fight?

Pointing to a bedside lamp in the dim room, during the 3 minutes of unbearable silence, he grabbed his heart and held it in front of him, piercing the artery aggressively, wanting to ask why.

However, he saw the turbulent unwillingness in Chie Takeuchi's eyes.

"Well, one day, I'll let you see—"

Like a sleeping, young volcano.

It is difficult to find faults in a good person; however, if the other party is a mediocre guy with a bleak future, it is really easy to find a few bright spots.

For example, Chie Takeuchi's persistence.

Maybe the deserted apartment building is disturbing and embarrassing; maybe Atobe's condescending attitude stepped on the switch of this previously meek guy. Swallowing ashes; suddenly a fire was thrown up into the air, urging and stirring up the residual heat, and with a bang, the ashes were rekindled, and sparks crackled and exploded in the air.

She didn't change the time on the wall clock, she simply followed the error and ran ahead of other people's biological clocks.It was as if an hour was missing from her life for no reason, and the streamer that leaked from her fingertips was stolen, forcing her to move forward at full speed.In the morning, run a few laps in the community, rush into the bathroom and take a combat shower, 1 minute of hot water, 1 minute of cold water and 1 minute of warm water, and then plunge into the textbook to study.Recite vocabulary and read ancient Chinese, large self-study classes and the nights originally assigned to the eight o'clock file were all used for science homework, and the thick exercise books were moved home and piled up on the corner of the table, high and safe.At first, she had a hard time learning, and she wanted to give up several times. Layers of dead skin formed on her pale lips. After a period of hard work, she seemed to have suddenly opened up. The number of pages in the exercise book increases geometrically.

— Exponential Explosion.

Atobe raised his eyes calmly, and looked at the hand that was holding his pen tightly.The long nails that had been raised for a whole semester and were painted in colorful colors were cut off with a single click, and Qianzhi's face was expressionless.

All he could think of was this irrelevant word.But very apt.

Qianzhi pursed her lips and started to do the last big physics problem.She has done three sets of papers today, her eyelids started to fight, the tip of the pen lightly swept over the stems of the questions, and repeatedly scratched, this is her habit of writing questions all the time.

Atobe noticed two faint bluish blacks under those eyes.Hiding behind a layer of daily makeup, he resisted stubbornly.

The sound of writing was like hitting the heart, and the sound of the waves suddenly rose.

He was about to speak.

Chie's movements stopped.

She let go, and the pen landed on the paper with a clatter.The splashed ink formed a small dot, covering the data. In the next second, a teardrop silently appeared on top of his head, fell, and then merged with the black.

However, Chie's eye sockets were dry.

The rolls were also dry.

As if there was no sadness.

It's as if the previous efforts didn't exist.

"Master Atobe, did you really want to talk to me just now?" She looked at him, and the black pen holder reflected the sharpness of the fluorescent lamp, directly facing and majesticly entering the eye sockets.

So the silence evaporated, the choke dried.

"Don't pretend nothing happened. Do you really think I'm stupid? I only know how to quarrel and show cuteness all day long, and stay late and refuse to hand in homework?" She said softly, using decisive words, as if she was teasing that something had nothing to do with her The poor man, the voice sank heavily in the next second.

"You can feel the trembling of the pen body. You have your 'Atobe Kingdom', which can see through blind spots and penetrate bones; I also have my method of making predictions - when a person speaks, he will not only have mouth shapes first , the throat will also tremble first. In fact, the sound has already been made at that moment, but it is too weak to be heard. It is difficult for ordinary people to detect this, but it is much easier to put it on a pen. After all My hand is in direct contact with you, as long as you are sharp enough, you will not be able to escape my prediction whatever you do."

"..."

He pondered for a moment, his voice was a bit hoarse when he spoke.

"Chie Takeuchi, you... are very smart."

Qianzhi smiled, the fluorescent light cast a pale light beam from the top of her head, her eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows, "I know I am very smart. I also know when your anger is a joke to create an atmosphere, and when it is a hatred for iron When did you turn into a cover-up of anger when you are an ineffective general—”

"Oh, getting angry from embarrassment? How could I have such an unglamorous performance?" After a brief moment of absent-minded surprise, Atobe quickly regained the dominance of the conversation. He raised his voice, cleared his throat again, and asked, " So as smart as you are, why don't you finish the topic?"

I thought it would be some unexpected reason, such as an epiphany of the mysteries of the physics world, such as thinking that the subject of the second year of high school was too naive and gave up altogether-after all, Qianzhi’s carelessness hides a bit of sharpness, how much does this effort arouse? He saw all the sharpness in his eyes.

This time, however, her answer was surprisingly candid.

"I'm sorry," she looked at him quietly, her words didn't fluctuate, and her face was expressionless, "I can't write."

Are you fucking kidding me?

For a moment, Atobe's heart was frantically swiped by the bold, italic and underlined state of this sentence, so much so that he forgot to change "I" to "Mr. Ben".

However, in the next second, he regained his rationality, and raised his voice again, deliberately and slowly, as if he was worried that the bland tone would make the former mild-mannered and insensitive guy make a comeback.

"Ah, how is that possible?"

"If you can't write it, you can't write it. Master Atobe, did no one tell you 'Nothing is impossible'?"

"I just want to tell you that this sentence is not used in this way." He gritted his teeth and retorted, "Obviously it only involves a point of knowledge in the first year of high school, a topic that is nothing new, you guy actually—— "

So in the next second, he was violently grabbed the pen and the test paper, and the sweaty hand pinched him tightly, and the round fingernails were embedded in the flesh, as if to squeeze out blood dripping juice.

Then with a bang, Keigo Atobe drew a sharp parabola in the air and slammed it hard on the opposite wall.

His consciousness was broken for a moment, as if a hole had been torn open in the iron wall, and time rushed in.

Chie Takeuchi, Chie Takeuchi, who had been lowering her head and lowering her eyebrows before, with a calm tone, finally stood up slowly.

His legs were trembling, his lips and teeth were cold, like a lonely egret with long legs.

"I don't know what I learned in the first year of high school."

With tears in her eyes, she stared at the shattered Atobe.

"However, how much do you know about what kind of life I lived in the first year of high school?!"