'Crunch, crunch, crunch —'

"That," Huaguo obviously still couldn't accept Night Fight's table manners, "I've told you many times, haven't I?"

She was obviously a little helpless, "I won't snatch food from you, and," she shook the wallet she carried with her, "I also brought enough money, if it's not enough, I can still add something, so-"

"Can you eat slowly?"

Every time he called people out for dinner these days, he was like this.

It wasn't that he felt ashamed to eat so much in Night Fight, but he was worried that he would choke or choke to death sooner or later.

"Master Huaguo, it's okay," seeing that Night Fight was focused on eating, Wuji didn't care about his table manners, and even pushed the plate in front of him in front of him, "God's body is still very strong."

"And this is a cubicle," he closed the door again, "no one will see."

"Well, Wuji, you're the most considerate (I know you're the most considerate)."

Ye Dou was busy rinsing the beef with one hand and stirring the eggs in the dipping sauce bowl with the other hand. He was so busy that he was very happy.

Before he could even swallow the food in his mouth, the next piece of meat was already stuffed into his mouth, followed by the next piece of meat.

Huaguo could still see the heat on the meat. "Isn't it hot?"

Obviously, he just took it out of the pot and didn't blow it to cool it down. Obviously, it was hot, but he still insisted on stuffing it into his mouth.

"How can the food in the sea collapse (how can delicious food be hot)?"

Don't talk when you're still chewing!

He sighed in his heart and picked up a cup of tea that had already cooled down. The two of them decided to look at Ye Dou's table manners and pretend that they did not see it.

"But then again, he's really amazing." Wuji was talking about the naked boy he saw in the morning.

Huaguo thought of the white flower that was as white as a cut chicken and nodded in agreement.

He really couldn't tell that such a small body had such great courage.

"Is Lord Huaguo full?"

If it weren't for the Night Fight, they wouldn't have been able to walk after smelling the aroma of the restaurant, and they wouldn't have come in to eat this high-class Sukiyaki.

Three people ordered eight servings, but most of it went into Night Fight's stomach.

Wuji didn't even see how much his master ate.

She had been staying in Zongxiang's house for the past few days. Although she didn't spend all her time with Huaguo, they were still inseparable. Wuji more or less knew about her special tastes and hobbies.

For some reason, Huaguo seemed to be particularly fond of ketchup.

"Sure enough, I should have gone to the fast food restaurant in front of the station."

Wuji still remembered that when they went to the chain store'M 'yesterday, Mr. Huaguo, who usually didn't have a good appetite, ate five hamburgers and twelve packets of ketchup.

Although he still didn't eat the bread outside.

But this was the first time he saw her with such a good appetite.

"I'm done."

Having just finished five servings of Night Fight, he wanted to pat his belly, but he couldn't turn over after lying on the tatami for a long time. But even so, he said, "I'm 80% full, but it's enough."

The gods had ended up in their current state.

He really didn't know what to say.

"What were you guys talking about just now?" Ye Dou crawled to the window step by step with his big belly.

Before Huaguo could understand his actions, he saw him touch his belly and pat it. Soon, his small belly, which was originally bulging, disappeared in an instant.

"You're amazing."

Oh my god.

The beef that he ate disappeared into the extradimensional space?

"Huh?"

"It's only been a day. Didn't I give you some food yesterday as incense money?" Huaguo couldn't stand it anymore and poured him a cup of tea. "Why are you so hungry again?"

Night Fight, who was still confused just now, didn't know what to say when he heard that, but he felt like he was floating.

He took out a strange-looking thing from his sweatshirt and looked a little like a clay figurine.

Nise said, "You reminded me. Look, this is the treasure I exchanged for yesterday."

"Treasure?"

"Yes!"

He held the clay figurine in his hand and raised it above his head. His eyes were full of stars. "With this treasure, my luck will change and I'll be rich!"

"So you used all the 30,000 yen I gave you yesterday to exchange for this thing?"

Huaguo, who didn't expect this reason, looked at Night Fight's eyes and went a little crazy for a moment.

"How could that be!"

Fortunately, he wasn't too hopeless.

"Thirty thousand yuan wasn't enough. I also gave you five thousand yuan."

As he said this, he shook the glass bottle that only had a thin layer of bottom left in his hand. Night Fight was no longer as stingy as before.

Wuji couldn't help it.

As Death God Fu, how could he not feel that the little thing in his opponent's hand was actually an ordinary clay figurine?

No, it was worse than ordinary. It was bumpy and cracked. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was broken.

This kind of thing looked like a kindergarten clay figurine, and he actually tricked Night Fight.

He didn't know whether to call him naive or stupid.

Such a god, no wonder he only had a bottle of coins after saving for so many years.

Huaguo also raised his hand to cover his face, looking like he couldn't bear to see.

She now felt that she had been too confident. She was actually fooled by Night Fight's money-grubber look at the beginning, believing that he would firmly guard his wealth (glass bottle and money bucket).

Although Huaguo was nominally a member of the Zongxiang family, he actually became a member of the Golden Clan and received a salary from the Golden King according to the standard of a normal civil servant every month.

This amount might double after she completed the task entrusted to her by the Golden King.

Before that, she initially divided the money into two parts. One part was for her and Wuji's outings, and the other part was for the initial start-up funds for the establishment of Night Fight's shrine. Little by little, she handed over the money to Night Fight.

Although the amount given each time wasn't very large, it would accumulate faster than Ye Dou's five yuan and five yuan.

After calculating the amount strictly, she determined that if the requirements for the location of the shrine were not very high, about three years should be enough for Night Fight to build his own shrine.

But sure enough —

Plans could not keep up with changes.

She finally knew why Night Fight was so miserable after being a money-grubber for so many years.

She couldn't bear to look at it!

"So you haven't eaten anything since yesterday?"

As if realizing something, Night Fight put the clay figurine back to its original place with a somewhat embarrassed expression. "Anyway, gods don't need to eat often."

"Ah ha, ah ha ha, ah ha ha ha ha ha."

The awkward laughter did not ease the atmosphere in the room at all.

Ah —

She really lost to him.

.....

Night fell.

Through the half-open window, one could vaguely see the misty rain outside, and the fog that would not dissipate.

The window in the room was blown by the wind, and the drizzle fell bit by bit into the koi pond in the yard, blooming transparent water splashes.

With the arrival of the night wind, the originally stuffy weather cooled down a lot.

There were a dozen thick books stacked high on the table, all of which were collected from the bookstore by Huaguo and Wuji over the past few days.

They had not received any systematic education before, and now that they had some time, they could only start from the basics.

The thick curtains blocked the weather outside, and also isolated the noise of the rain outside. Because it was late, there was only one table lamp in the room.

The combination of the dim yellow light and the sound of the rain outside was surprisingly calming.

Huaguo had just finished reading a thick book. She took out the bookmark and pinched her temples, as if she could still feel it throbbing.

Her veins were blue.

In fact, other than mathematics, physics, and chemistry, everything else was easy to understand.

She looked at the blank math exercise book that was spread open on the side and turned the automatic pencil in her hand. She did not know how long she had been staring at it.

She did not dare to start writing.

She felt that it would be a mistake if she started.

"Let's flip it open and look at the answers at the back."

She carefully rummaged through the pile of books next to her for a while and pulled out a thin book with the answers to the exercises.

Before she opened it, she saw the terminal on the desk light up.

[Go out.]

It was a sentence that came out of nowhere at this time.

She drew the curtains and looked downstairs. There was no one.

The wall clock in the room was swaying, and the delicate bird that came out of the small door chimed twelve times on time.

Huaguo thought for a while, put on a jacket, and opened the door with the terminal in her hand.

Wuji was living opposite her room. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she opened the door and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"I'm going out for a while."

Wuji looked at the empty corridor. "It's still raining outside."

"Yeah." Huaguo took an umbrella from the entrance and said without explaining, "I'll stand at the door for a while to get some fresh air."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Wuji frowned. "It's late, it's not safe outside."

"It's okay, I'll just stand at the door."

Seeing that Wuji was still unwilling to go back to the room, Huaguo hesitated for a moment and compromised. "If something really happens, I'll call you."

"Be careful."

"Okay."

She closed the door behind her, held the umbrella in her hand, and walked down the cobblestone path. She passed by the flower garden at night and arrived at the door of Zongxiang's house. She hid under the eaves at the door and waited.

In the silence of the night, one could clearly hear the pitter-patter of the rain falling on the umbrella, making a pitter-patter sound.

This area was Zongxiang's territory. Because it was not an ordinary residential area, other than the street lights on both sides of the street, she could only see darkness.

She regretted not bringing a light.

The darkness could bring out the suppressed emotions in her heart. Huaguo lowered her head and looked at the small puddle on the ground.

It was so quiet.

After an unknown period of time, Huaguo vaguely heard the sound of car tires.

She looked away and raised her head. She didn't know when the rain stopped, but she was still holding the umbrella.

Just as she was about to put the umbrella away, a car came from afar and stopped in front of her.

The car stopped on the way home, and the door opened.

"Why didn't you reply to my messages?"

It was still that familiar purplish short hair, and the mole under his eyes seemed to be shining.

Silence.

"Then I'll rephrase." He looked at Huaguo. "Have you really decided to transfer schools?"

"Initially, I haven't, but after seeing you, I've confirmed it."

"Which school?"

"Sheng Sheng."

"Is it because of my fan club?"

Atobe's face was colored with shame. "It's my fault that something like this happened under my watch.

I've already found out who the culprits are. Those who should be fired have been fired, and those who should be punished have been punished. "

"I promise, something like this will not happen again."

He turned to Huaguo again, and the emotions in his half-lowered eyes were unclear. "Please don't transfer schools."

"This time, at Ice Emperor, I'll protect you."

"Protect?" Huaguo tilted the umbrella slightly to cover half of her face as she repeated in a low voice.

The boy who was still wearing the school uniform, his eyes filled with confidence, and his attitude was unreserved.

In this dark and quiet night, he was as beautiful as a gem, making people want to keep looking at him like that.

"Hey, Atobe-san." Suppressing the emotions that were rising in his heart, Huaguo looked at the boy who was one head taller than him. "Can you hold my hand again?"

Under the faded yellow streetlight, the girl's face that was lacking color was filled with warmth. In the green eyes that reflected the light, one could see his own reflection clearly.

It was as if he was her everything.

Last time, he could not resist.

This time, it was hard to tell whether it was due to temptation or indulgence.

Atobe could hear his own heartbeat clearly, and he could see the girl's face clearly.

But …

When?

The two of them touched.

When was it again?

The two interlocked their fingers.

Or perhaps.

Why?

They hugged under the umbrella.

But …

He could not remember anything.

{Personality Duplication Condition Completed}

Replication of Atobe Jingo's unique 'personality' progress: 2/7

{Ability Duplication: Ice Emperor}

Even though they only needed to hold each other's fingers to duplicate the power, Atobe's hug came too suddenly. Even though Huaguo reacted later, when he felt the warmth, for some reason, he did not want to push away.

They hugged silently.

After a long time.

"I have no idea when our Zongxiang family had a pair of Romeo and Juliet."

A familiar voice rang out, scaring the two people who were hugging each other under the umbrella. They subconsciously distanced themselves from each other.

Or rather, Huaguo subconsciously escaped from Atobe's embrace.

Perhaps because Zongxiang Lisi's appearance was too sudden, Atobe did not notice this small movement. He took half a step forward in a protective posture. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Looks like I need to greet Mr. Atobe." Zongxiang Lisi glanced at him. "It's already late. The good children who still need to go to school tomorrow should be going home."

Atobe choked, but he soon realized that the man before him was Zongxiang Huaguo's elder brother. "You're right. In that case, I'll pay you a visit another day."

Turning back to look at Huaguo, Atobe nodded and tapped on the terminal on his wrist.

He gestured for them to contact each other before he got back into his car.

Zongxiang Lisi looked at the retreating car and then at Huaguo, who was still guarding under the roof, and raised his brows with interest.

"They've already left. Why aren't you going back?"

"You …"

You.

Aren't you coming in?

You.

Why did you come back today?

.....

"It's already late. If there's anything, we can talk about it tomorrow morning."

The man holding the large puzzle box and the black umbrella turned back into the house without turning back.

The words that he wanted to say were stuck in his heart. He did not show them at all. The panic from being accidentally bumped into had already been suppressed at the bottom of his heart.

"Ah, good night."

Late.