A broken waist warning from a god judge

"Cloud, Yunjin."

"Yunyunyun..."

"…………"

Yunjin didn't even know her simple two-character name, and there were so many ways to change it. She patiently corrected Fu Sangshen's accent, ensuring that they could pronounce it clearly and accurately.

"How nice it is."

She smiled and looked at those hesitant swords: "I usually call you by your name, so of course you should call me in the same way."

"It's different."

Rao Fu Sangshen, who got close to full marks in "The Art of Language", faced such a request, and inevitably stumbled.

Before Yunjin, they were like poor peasants who had been exploited by the landlords. They had no way of resisting the landlords’ unreasonable reasons except accepting them (bu).

This kind of cognition has been imprinted in the bones, even if they understand in their hearts that the person they call a god judge, after stripping off the aura bestowed by current affairs, is just an ordinary person, and his insights and cognition are not even comparable to Sword yourself.

But what's the use of that, they still maintain a respect, as long as the requirements do not touch the bottom line, they will satisfy them as much as possible.

However, Yunjin seems to tell these farmers that in addition to accepting the status quo, we can also change it by overturning it.

It's just that this change was spontaneously promoted by the landlord, that is, Yunjin, which made the farmers feel uneasy. They always felt that there was a big hole waiting for them, and they dared not jump into it.

"Yo Yunjin."

Just as he was talking, Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki passed by, and he skillfully took out a freshly grown water radish from the big basket he was carrying, wiped the dirt on his body, and handed it to Yunjin: "Here, Try it, I just ate one and it tastes good."

"Hey, it's a carrot."

With a look of disgust on his face, Yun Jin threw the radish back into the basket: "Why don't you kill the cow for me to eat?"

"Anyway, he is also my partner who has been farming with me for so many years. I am a bit reluctant to kill and eat meat all of a sudden."

The two had a deep and lively discussion on whether the old cow should be killed or not. This was too daily a development, which made Fu Sangshen, who was struggling just now, feel like a fool.

After Yunjin left, Kasen Kanesada stopped Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki. He always felt that this colleague was not elegant enough, and he deliberately avoided him when contacting him.

"You, why are you so proficient."

There are only a handful of people who heard the announcement at the same time, but there are only a handful of Fusangshin who are as comfortable as Mutsu Mori.

"Isn't this the expectation of the god judge?" Shrugging, Mutsumoru didn't look like the kind of idiot that the song fairy thought, "Besides, she was right, she was given a name only after being given high hopes, that's it It would be sad for anyone to be overshadowed by a generic name."

"Compared to Kanesada, you also want to be called Uta Sen, this is the part that belongs to you, isn't it?"

Song Xian was slightly moved.

This is so simple to say, but the deep meaning behind it is so heavy.

Who doesn't want to catch the other person's eyes is the original one, it's just that the world pays more attention to the other part, puts different people into different boxes for strange reasons, and uses their rules to measure everyone status value.

"...But even so, your attitude is too casual!"

Touching the soul is one thing, and the rest has to be investigated: "If you want to ask the god-judgment to eat radish, can you just wipe it on your clothes? I don't know that diseases come from the mouth. There are so many bacteria in the soil. His clothes are not clean just after farm work..."

Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki ran away with the basket in his arms, but he still wanted to send the things to the kitchen earlier and then take a shower.

"Really."

Kosen looked at Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's back and shut up resentfully.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro, who was squatting under the porch, heard Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki's words, and silently wrote Yunjin's name on the ground with a branch.

It can be said that he has achieved a perfect evolution from the initial ghost painting to the current third grade level.

Yunzi is simple, but it is difficult to write it beautifully; Jinzi is complex, and it is necessary to consider how to arrange the font structure.

Thank you Yunjin for not being called Yunqiu, otherwise they would definitely be crying and writing.

After repeating it so many times that Yamabuchi couldn't recognize these two words, he was finally mentally prepared.

The next time they meet, they will definitely not squat down to avoid the other party immediately, but will openly read the name of the interrogator.

As a result, the next time he met Yun Jin, Yamabuchi squatted skillfully, and surrounded himself tightly with a cloak, trying to deceive himself and tell Yun Jin that he was not there.

==, cos mushroom in front of me, do you think I'm Mario?

stamp.

I poke.

I poke.

"Yamabukiri, your elder brother told you to be a kanban lady in his cake shop, oh my slip of the tongue, it's the kanban man."

Yunjin squatted in front of Yamabukiri: "Also, did you forget to wash this cloak again? The washing machine I installed in your small yard is just to free your hands. If you are like this, I will arrange for someone to force it for you. Laundry time!"

"No."

From under the cloak came a sound like that of a mosquito.

"What, can't hear clearly."

Yun Jin rubbed her ears: "Oh, I got it, you mean you agree, then I'll buy you some more handsome clothes, since it's for people to show you, so naturally you should be more handsome."

"I said, I don't want to."

"What style do you like? Hey, look at this, isn't this silly sunflower very cute, the more you look at it, the cuter it becomes, buy it."

After placing an order for a batch of unique costumes, Yunjin put on a devilish smile and patted Yamabukiri on the shoulder: "Don't embarrass Honmaru, let them see how superb our Fusangshen's appearance is." .”

"... Yunjin!"

Shocked and angry, Yamabasaki called out the name of the interrogator.

"What?"

The blond-haired little girl turned around, her red pupils stared at Yamabuchi and blinked: "So it's not a mushroom."

"Look, Kanban..." He held back for a long time, "I don't want to go."

"This is your elder brother's request. If you want to refuse, please go and tell your elder brother yourself. I am just a microphone and I am not responsible for other parts."

Yun Jin, who had oiled the soles of his feet, slipped away.

Yamabashi Kiri Kunihiro stretched out his hand to try to persuade him to stay, but he couldn't compare to Yunjin, he didn't even need to blink to see the bouncing petite figure disappear, leaving the loneliness of the entire corridor empty.

With a sound of "bang dang", Shanlao knelt down.

What is the Kanban man, and there is a slip of the tongue of the judge, she is talking about the Kanban lady, is it the mother!

Am I going from one hell to another...

"Yamabachi?"

Horikawa Kunihiro walked by holding the clothes to dry: "Why are you staying here? You are still in the OTL posture. The cloak was dragged to the ground and dirty."

"Oh……"

He slowly put the corners and corners back to his side: "Well, Kanban lady... what do you mean?"

"Mr. Kane is the Kanban girl of our Shinsengumi."

With a sip of his mouth, Horikawa Kunihiro said what was in his heart: "Hahaha, you should pretend you didn't hear it... If you let Mr. Kane know that I miss him so much, you will definitely be angry."

"So Kanban lady, what is it?"

"Responsible for the facade."

Horikawa meticulously cuts the culture of Kunihiro's popular science fan circle to Yamababa. As a little fan of Izumi Mori Kanesada and the president of Izumi Mori Kanesada's Global Support Club, he is said to be the wife who stands at the top of the fan circle.

Oh no, should it be Mr.

Kunihiro Yamababa was chanted until circles appeared in his eyes. The more he listened, the less he understood what Horikawa was talking about.

In short, Kanban lady, you just look at your face, right?

He came to his own conclusions.

"Understood? That's about it. If you want to know more, you can find me after the work is done. I can share with you the various peripherals related to Mr. Jian that I have collected over the years."

"Hehe, you don't know, Mr. Jian is a very popular member of our Xinxuan team. Didn't Shizheng release a promotional video with Mr. Jian as the protagonist before? The opening title is really cool. As a result, for no apparent reason, many passers-by fans shouted that I would give birth to monkeys for Mr. Jian..."

Half of Horikawa's face was hidden in the darkness: "You obviously don't know anything, but you just shouted that you like it. Don't you think this love is too shallow? It's okay to be shallow, but you still have to rush to buy peripherals with me, almost I just missed the limited edition, which really annoys skr people.”

Accidentally, he also brought out a buzzword in the fan circle, which made Yamaba startled for a while.

"seems very amazing."

Thinking about his own words, Yamabuchi was afraid that if he said the wrong word, it would irritate the half-blackened Horikawa Kunihiro.

"Yes, it's super powerful."

A compliment made little flowers bloom around Horikawa: "I didn't expect Yamabagiri to like Mr. Kane too. If you have time, you must come and chat with me. It's good to have a close relationship with Kunihiro, right? I will I'll help you make tea and prepare snacks."

He was delighted to have found a friend, and before leaving briskly, he pulled Yamabuchi up from the ground, and kindly patted the dust on the other's clothes.

Looking at the cherry blossom petals sprinkled all the way, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro quickly ran to the courtyard of the God Judge.

Talk to him?Let's talk about "Two or Three Things Related to Izumi Mori Kanesada". He will never have more feelings for Izumi Mori Kanesada than ordinary colleagues. It's better to save this kind of fan club. Compared with Kunihiro Horikawa, his eldest brother Yamabagi Kiriichi is simply the most normal person in the world.

In this world, Kirikunichi Yamabashi, who was wiping the counter, sneezed.

"Does the boss have a cold?"

"Could it be that someone misses the boss?"

"Damn it, don't let me know which bad woman she is, who dares to miss my dear boss without my knowledge."

Good hearing made Yamabuchi Kiriko understand all the whispers around him.

What can he do?Just smile like you didn't hear anything :)

Why isn't Kunihiro here yet?

He thought melancholy, he couldn't bear it now, and wanted to call the group of natural disasters from Vengley to stop the disaster.

And Senior Skylark, can't you delay the end of school time?It's only after three o'clock, and the seats in the shop are full of girls from the nearby middle school, ordering a piece of cake and sitting there until they can't afford to move their seats. Is their shop still open?

"Mr. Guoyi?"

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who chose to use this name, came after school. He pushed open the door that prohibited unrelated persons from entering and went in. He changed into a waiter's vest shirt and suit pants and came out.

The school doesn't allow junior high school students to go outside to work, but Sawada and Yamabuchi Kiriichi look alike, and they can send them away by simply helping relatives look after the store.

The most important thing is that Hibari Kyoya didn't use this reason to kill Sawada, so the others have nothing to say.

"It's finally here."

Kuniichi Yamababa and Tsunayoshi Sawada clapped their hands in the air, completing a simple shift change.

Seeing this scene, the girls who were always paying attention to the dynamics at the counter couldn't help sighing again.

——What's so amazing about this, are teenagers nowadays so difficult to understand?

To smooth out the bulging veins on his forehead, Kirikuni Yamabashi entered the back kitchen. As a good boss, he has recently tried various simple meals, planning to add some variety to the cake shop with a single product.

Well, to put it more succinctly, he was desperate for his cake-making skills and had to find another way out.