[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

In the next second, Qi Chuan suddenly went upstream, passed round and square heads of different heights, and walked past Qian Zhi's side.

When she passed by, she suddenly raised her elbow and hit her arm hard.

"Ah... sorry."

Qi Chuan was uncharacteristically, under her inexplicable eyes, bowed humbly, bending down as hard as if trying to erase all previous disrespect in this movement.Then, she lowered her arm directly, and grabbed the pen that fell on the ground one step ahead of her.

"I got it."

She leaned over affectionately, put her arms around Qianzhi's shoulders, and whispered in her ear: "I've always thought you were weird all this time. Since that English class, you either talked to yourself, or your grades improved by leaps and bounds. , still talking to me like this at noon today, heh, what's your attitude?!"

The shoulders were hooped by sharp nails, the warm breath mixed with the strong smell of perfume crawled up the cheeks, Qianzhi was numb from the chin to the roots of the ears, and half of the facial nerves sent out a stern cry for help.

The pen holder, which was as black as ink, was lifted high into the air, and slowly turned round and round in the sunlight.

She stared at the cap, her eyes twinkling.

However, there was no yelling or calling for help, and a thought just came to mind silently - whether Xi Chuan's deep bow before was to get her pen, or to write off old accounts to make room for new ones. of a very different kind of malice?Or both?

"Later, I found out that you will carry this pen with you when you have nothing to do. From the stadium to the home economics classroom, you will talk to it when you have nothing to do. After getting this pen, you can do all the topics that you didn't know before. Now—hey, please tell me, are you suffering from a fetish; or..." Xi Chuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, and his long hair gently scratched her neck, "What is the clue of this pen? For example, a A microcomputer for cheating?"

Qianzhi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.The heart that was hanging in mid-air fell back to its original position because of her crisp and clear sentences.

She moved her rusty joints, and said in a flat voice, "Nothing. Probably the first case."

"Oh?" Xi Chuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his sweet laughter overwhelmed the sky, "Are you a pervert? I don't believe it. Shall we step on it and try—"

As soon as the words fell, Qianzhi suddenly turned sideways, bumped her shoulder against her open and closed jaw, raised her head and snatched the pen——

Reiko Qichuan gasped in pain, her facial expression distorted into a strangely happy and ferocious expression.She stood on tiptoe, avoiding Qianzhi's hand, and then...

Then gently rotate the wrist.

Snapped--

The pen drew an elegant arc in mid-air, leading two complicated eyes, and fell into the grove in the back garden.

A startled magpie.

Countless pairs of wings hit the sky, flapping Qianzhi's heart.The chest was burning hot, as if caught off guard, he was slapped loudly on the left and right.

She was stunned.

Like a drowning person holding on to the last reed, Qianzhi threw herself towards the railing of the corridor, her jaw hit the tiles heavily, her upper and lower teeth knocked together, and the faint smell of blood washed away the wetness in her eyes.

His gaze plunged into the small forest, digging three feet into the ground, extending all the way down.

"I……"

Then she turned her head to look at Reiko Suchuan, her lips trembling.

However, the other party just folded his arms around his chest and looked at her without saying a word.Once again, her contemptuous and disdainful eyes swept across Qianzhi's cheeks, and she clenched her empty palms tightly.

There is a fine layer of sweat on the back.

"Oh~ it seems that this is not intelligent, at least it can't fly by itself." Qi Chuan stuck out his tongue, turned around, the end of the ponytail cut her cheek, it was cold and painful, "what's the big deal, it's just A pen."

"Don't go!" Qianzhi said suddenly.

There were 5 minutes before the start of the exam, and in the silent corridor, only two people were left looking at each other, speechless.

So she boldly walked up to meet that gaze.

"Shut your mouth. What that pen means to me..."

"A guy like you will never understand!"

Then he left with Qi Chuan's mixed expression.The sound of clanging footsteps was like the door being closed tightly in the classroom at noon.

Her hands reached into her pockets and clenched into fists.

Until the bell rang for the last English test.

At the end of the exam, when the class guide of group C of the second year walked into the classroom to arrange summer homework, he looked up and found that there was one person missing in the corner by the window.

He put down the folder in his hand, and asked where the impressive girl went by name.

"Do you know, Suikawa-san?"

His thin shoulders tightened, and Xi Chuan shook his head, but still sat at the table without moving.

"do not know."

Qianzhi stepped on the dead leaves with the soles of her shoes, and every time she took a step, there was a crisp beat.English is the most serious test she has taken these days. However, as soon as the closing bell rang, the questions she had studied were packed out of her mind in an instant.Now she has only one thought left in her mind, to find Keigo Atobe.

She told herself over and over again that it was just a revenge by Qi Chuan's nervousness, Atobe was a man who survived the robbery and the indiscriminate bombardment of dark cooking, how could he disappear so easily...

The woods were silent, and every footstep sounded like a preview of the ending, surrounding her in a heartbeat.

After walking for an unknown amount of time under the thick shade, Takeuchi Chie's pupils finally shrank suddenly, and suddenly rushed to the foot of a big tree like a hound.

The next second she knelt straight down, smashing her knees into the wet soil, but pushed aside the tender green sprouting under the dead leaves, and picked up her pen.

"Trace Department?"

"uncle?"

"……Atobe Keigo!"

The simple syllables were thrown high, and the name of another person she shouted in her mouth couldn't find the receiver, and finally fell on herself.

On the top of the head are thousands of fingers and palms holding up the sun, and the broken mercury spilled between the fingers, covering the fragmented pen body.

It was as if even time stood still.

The cap of the pen has been cracked, and the barrel of the pen is also broken into four pieces. Only the nib is still connected to the ruptured ink sac, lingering on, and the root is broken.The ink oozed out silently, flowed over her hand, and dripped eagerly on the ground.The liquid that was taken from wood, burned into coke and condensed through countless processes, finally once again depends on life and death with dead branches and leaves, and the fallen leaves return to their roots.

It's like a spring and autumn dream that will eventually wake up.

Qianzhi's fingernails were full of dust, she bent down to look for the leftover fragments, picked up a crystal the size of a rice grain and held it in the palm of her hand, staring blankly, her eyes penetrated the obsidian-like luster, and shone into it. Another pair of water blue eyes.

There used to be overwhelming tenderness, and it was born suddenly.

When she came out of the small woods, she looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with blue eyes.

It was such a good weather on May NO.20.In the last English class of the week, facing the aggressive gaze from the podium, she encountered a correct answer C, and then met a person.

He was arrogant, disrespectful, picky, and mean, and liked to dictate her life and be nosy, but it was such a guy who was completely black and without any sparkle, and pulled her away from the mud that was holding her back.He said how he fell, and how he still got up, he said Chie Takeuchi, don't you dare, he said that I am by your side, he said, okay, I promise you.

Atobe Keigo appeared like a moat, with the sunshine that belongs to the early summer at the end of May, drying up a period of youth that could not shed endless tears.

Then he left.It was too late to say goodbye, countless wings waved to see him off.

Qianzhi stood in the two-story corridor, watching all this without hysteria or crying.

She just left alone, just like she came back alone.

That was before summer started, and now, the cicadas are already very lush.

Chie Takeuchi took the wreckage of the pen and walked back to the classroom to get her schoolbag. The crowd had dispersed, and the sunset slipped past the corner of the stairs. No one knew what happened in the corridor ahead.

How many episodes of farce and joys and sorrows have all been drawn to an end without pain or itching.

She is very tired, her footsteps are very light, her heart is like a kite that cannot be held back by her body, and she will embrace the sky in the next second.

Suddenly, from the most satisfying drop limit an hour ago to the most sad, Xichuan's voice is still stubbornly entangled with the ear nerves, over and over again, sweet and dangerous, Qianzhi is like a retail investor in a turbulent stock market, the ups and downs make her helpless. There is nothing to say.

The dry palm touched the door of the classroom, connected with the blood of the wood grain.Qianzhi leaned over, took a deep breath, and pushed forward.

Then, in the next second, she soared from the most speechless silence to the most hesitant and dumbfounded happiness.

"Ah, well," the person in my seat was looking at her with his head upright, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, as if taking a ray of light from the sky, illuminating her face and chaotic heart, "You pose that kind of not gorgeous what's that expression?"

"Nope," a late flood rushed in, engulfing the dry eye sockets, "I just think, as expected, sir, you are still more handsome in the 1.7m[-] version."

Chie Takeuchi stepped down from the podium and walked through rows of tables and chairs. These legs measured how much time they took step by step.

Finally came to him.

"I'm thinking," she pulled the chair in front of him, sat down, tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "Why are all the male gods I've been infatuated with since I was a child so good? For example, Kenji Fujima, for example You, Keigo Atobe?"

He snorted softly, stretched out his right hand and pressed it firmly against her open palm.

"It seems that the same is true of my uncle. Why do you want to find a complementary guy to be together. Huh?"

Fingers intertwined.

Qianzhi saw that the tears hanging on her eyelashes had turned into frost.