[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

Zheng Chun woke up on the soft bed.

The sunlight outside the window is just right, and the electric lights on the ceiling are simple in style.

Zheng Chun jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on, and looked around in shock.There are very few furnishings in the room, only a floor cabinet, a bookshelf table, a swivel chair and the bed under him.The countertop was neatly tidied up, and everything else was placed where it was in Zheng-Sheer's memory.In place of the family portrait, a photo of her when she was 19 sits in a small frame on the wall.

Zheng Chun quickly got out of bed and rushed out the door, she couldn't wait to see those people who were dreaming of her.

The furnishings outside the room have completely changed, and the sky is covered with depressing black and white.Zheng Chun froze in place, seeing the sofa she had rolled on countless times, the marble table she and her family used to eat every day, the trophy she won playing the guzheng when she was ten years old...all were covered by a monotonous cloth.She wanted to lift the cloth like crazy, but found that her body was slowly becoming transparent.

"Click" the sound of the door lock turning, someone came back.

"...He is a good boy, he has been very worry-free since he was a child..."

"...Did you catch the driver who caused the accident..."

"...The old man has been hospitalized, you two have to hold on..."

"I am sorry for your loss."

Zheng Chun cried so much that her eyes swelled, she tried countless times to hug her parents who seemed to be ten years old and looked haggard, but she always passed through their bodies; she wanted to tell them loudly that she was still alive, but she couldn't make a sound.

She wanted to confide to them the thoughts she hadn't seen for many days, she wanted to tell them about the little friends she met in Hyuga House, and she wanted to sing for them the little tunes she learned in Damingfu.

But she can only sit with them from dawn to dusk.

"Okay, okay, Zhengchun, mom is here." Mrs. Hyuga tightly hugged the child who was crying when he woke up.

"Mom, mom..." the girl chanted intermittently, and gradually calmed down.

"Mom is here." The gentle voice said firmly.

The tall figure outside the door sighed, turned and left.

"Master Zhengchun." The young man almost jumped up from the cushion, and hurriedly saluted.

Zhengchun waved his hand: "Hecheng brother, sit down quickly."

"Are you in good health?"

She poured a cup of tea for Hecheng: "It's all right, it's delicious, the illusion of Sharingan is nothing more than that. But the two of them, did they manage to get away?" That's right, everything is definitely just illusion, Uchiha's playing with people's emotions big trotters.

The young man's smile was still so shy: "The one who hired Uchiha was actually the envoy. After the client died, they had no hostility, and it was just a symbolic fight in the end."

"That's good. How is it, Ma-Oka-mura?"

"The village head moved away with those who were able to move, saying that he wanted to obey the arrangement of the Buddha."

"Oh." Can only seek comfort from religion... I still can't help.

"Political pure, harmonious."

"Ah, Lord Patriarch." He Cheng bounced at twice the speed as before.

Zheng Chun subconsciously compares the fathers of the two worlds together... In fact, the father in this world is also quite good.

"... following the ghost lamp teacher for special training in illusion, do you understand!" Dad led her to a strange ninja, and gave her distracted daughter a stern look.

"Yes! Teacher Ghost Lamp, hello!"

The pale blond-haired boy sideways avoided: "Ah, I'm not a teacher, you Hinata can't learn illusion, right?"

"Just let her increase her resistance."

"Are you only in charge of attacking? Brat, I will be very gentle~"

"Dad, he sexually harassed your daughter in front of you."

"Train well." Dad took a deep look at Zheng Chun and strode away.

Zhengchun and the ninja with "I'm not reliable" written all over his body looked at each other for two seconds, and then chose a comfortable position to lie down: "Please."

Blue veins appeared on the head of the ghost lamp: "Little ghost, I'm not that kind of person."

"What are you thinking? I'm not very resistant to illusions, and I'll probably faint if I get hit. Falling early can prevent you from falling—so what are you thinking?"

The boy released a burst of mist, and the girl's eyes immediately lost focus.

"What, Mr. Ghost Lantern, do you like cats?" The girl sitting on the porch pushed the tea jelly towards the boy.

"I like it~ They are noble, elegant and cute creatures who despise everything." The ninja swallowed the whole plate of dim sum in one gulp, and pushed the empty plate back to Zheng Chun.

Zhengchun took out a new dish: "Who can resist the cuteness of cats? So next time, please add some cats to the illusion, not too many, just fifty raccoon cats and Siamese leopard cats each."

The ghost lamp choked: "Ahem, ahem, your father invited me to teach you, but it cost a lot of money."

Zhengchun looked innocent: "I'm trying to improve my resistance? Didn't I just tell you the most attractive thing to me? The so-called practice of concentration."

"Give me some reflection in a world full of slugs you brat!"

"Wow! It's so disgusting—"

"Boom"

"Which show is this from?" The water vapor above Ghost Lamp's head grew more and more.

"I'm a choo—I seem to be a choo—I'm allergic to your mist, A choo—teacher." The girl had two green onions sticking out of her small nose.

"It's a bit self-conscious as a girl, I really admire you." The boy pulled out the onions in disgust, and eroded them with the water mist in his hands.

"Then I, Axie——today, Axie—"

"Training visual illusions today." Gui Deng rummaged through his pockets left and right, and finally pulled out a crumpled handkerchief and threw it to Zheng Chun.

"I choo—after washing, choo—"

"Okay, you shut up."

"Boom"

"teacher."

"what?"

"Do you want to eat matcha mousse cake?" The girl's light-colored eyes reflected the light of Liuli.

"What's that?" the boy yawned.

"Made with top-quality Uji matcha, with sweet fresh cream and nutritious eggs. A cake can present a variety of concentrations of mellow matcha mousse. The middle matcha tastes bitter, and the outer taste becomes sweeter. The flavor of the mousse The taste is light and smooth like silk, no matter how much you eat, you won't feel greasy..."

"Where's the cake?" Ghost Lantern directly picked up Zheng Chun and shook her like a towel.

"No cake. I want to eat it too, today's phantom—"

"Boom"

"Teacher Ghost Lamp."

"Today is the last class, don't make trouble, okay?"

"I want to hear the teacher's story."

"Me? I don't have a story to tell."

"I heard from my father that you have traveled to many places in the world."

"Hey, I don't have a nagging mother and a strict father. I wander around by myself, killing people and saving people."

"Do you have any special experiences? For example, after losing money, you were hunted down by the boss of the underworld."

"My words will definitely kill all the pursuers hahaha," Ghost Lantern's eyes looked like a viper watching its prey, "only one piece of advice, stay away from stagnant water."

The wave missions have taught me this, Zheng-chun thought.She handed over a dessert box that was about the same height as her: "Thank you gift."

The boy's expression immediately changed from cloudy to sunny: "You are indeed my most proud student, Xiao Zhengchun."

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Zhengchun: open it

Ghost Lamp (cautiously): This, this is——

Polit-Sheer: Matcha Mousse Cake

Ghost Lantern (serious): I'm going to fall in love with you

Father Hyuga: On the way to come with a knife