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The sun is shining.

In the morning, I encountered a foreign-made, magic-filled airwave girl.,On the first day of the summer vacation, I had to make up classes and was scolded by Mr. Xiaomeng.,Mr. Uejo feels depressed like never before.。

"Ah Shang, I'm in a bad mood." Evil friend blue-haired earrings walked aside with satisfaction, "That was scolded by Teacher Xiaomeng, didn't you feel a trace of excitement?" ”

"How is it possible, I'm not a young girl like you." The last article replied weakly.

"You're wrong, I'm not just a young girl!"

"Don't admit to breaking the law so openly!"

"Like, goo, hey, hey." There was a suspicious laugh, and the blue-haired earrings wrapped their arms around Uejo Dangma's shoulders and pointed at the school gate with the other hand, "For example, I am also in control of that type!" ”

Shaojo looked at his fingers and saw a combination of pleated skirts, thin sweaters, and short-sleeved shirts not far away, long straight hair like satin, white and smooth skin, and a black cat-eared hat on his head.

"yooo ~ Kamijo boy, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Raising his hand like this, with an expression brighter than the sun, and greeting him in a strange way, it was the Tsukimi Sanwen he knew before.

“……”

"Wait, why did you walk past me so quickly! Don't pretend you don't know me! ”

"Well, Ah, I suddenly remembered that I still had a DVD to rent, so I left first."

"Don't leave me alone! Didn't you say that you also control this type! ”

"Did I say that? You must have misheard—" The blue-haired earrings disappeared into the end of the street as if they were racing, their voices elongated by the Doppler effect, "Have a great afternoon—"

Then, one hand grabbed the corner of Shang Dangma's clothes.

Kamijo turned around tremblingly, and saw a face full of smiles.

"Didn't you say you were going to invite me to dinner?"

……

"Look at the space carrots over there, they look fresh—"

"No, I don't like to eat."

"So, celery specials?"

"That sounds shabby."

"So what are you going to eat......

"Prince Ming over there seems to be delicious."

"That's too expensive, so it won't work."

"Cut, then the beef over there is ready."

"I'll see...... The price seems acceptable. ”

An hour later, Uejo Dangma walked upstairs with a basket of ingredients, ready to go home and stew hot pot for dinner.

Unlike the girl who hummed an out-of-tune tune full of anticipation, Mr. Uejo's expression was like an uncle who had lost his life after decades of torture in his life as a social animal.

It's obviously the first time to invite a girl to your house for dinner, but what's going on with this feeling of an old husband and wife visiting the vegetable market!

In my heart - there's no expectation, bastard! Is this guy next to him too familiar! Or Mr. Uejo is already aging before he gets old!

Thinking like this, he walked into the corridor on the seventh floor weakly, and then Shangjo Danma saw the white-robed figure lying on the ground in a wonderful posture, and several cleaning robots watched around the girl like crows pecking at corpses, and kept knocking their cylindrical bodies into the white-robed body.

"Ah, that guy!" Shangjo Dangma hurriedly put the bag in his hand on the ground, and rushed up in a few steps, "I actually fainted here from hunger—"

Although it was the language of complaining, Tsukimiyama could easily hear a hint of anticipation in it.

It was the same voice as the one I used to be.

It was tired of ordinary life, and I thought to myself, "Ahh "That's the kind of expectation that only people who are oppressed to the point of suffocation by ordinary life have expectations.

The kind of expectation that only people who need dreams to fill their hearts have.

Then, unsurprisingly, I heard the exclamation of Kamijo Dangma.

"I really can't help it." With a sigh, she took two quick steps to keep up, and then saved the girl who had fallen in a pool of blood from the siege of the cleaning robots.

"Don't worry." After briefly examining the injury, she made a conclusion in the tone of an expert: "I won't be able to die for a while, but if I don't go to first aid, it's hard to say." ”

"Damn, who the hell did it!" Kamijo Dangma subconsciously let out a hoarse roar, "Do such a cruel thing to her!" ”

"Of course, we do." A deep voice said, and then Kamijo Dangma saw a red-haired man walking slowly out of the corridor on the side, with a cigarette in his mouth, his hands in the pockets of his priest-like clothes, earrings on his ears, and barcode tattoos under his eyes, although he was only about fourteen or fifteen years old when he looked at his face, he was more than two meters tall, "Really, the knife of the divine crack looks too heavy, and if it dies, we will be very embarrassed." ”

"Who are you? How could such a poison be done to this child! Shangjo Dangma's eyes widened, but it was the heterogeneous feeling on the man's body that seemed to be incompatible with the whole world that made him not rush to the man opposite with his fist.

"Naturally, it's to recycle it, 103,000 copies of the Demon Dao Book, that's enough forbidden and precious knowledge for mortals to become demon gods. I advise you to give it to me as soon as possible, otherwise ......"

The man gushed as if he was proud.

With the man's explanation, the anger of Shangjo Dangma also accumulated in his heart like a tightly blocked boiling kettle.

"Let me ask you one last question, who are you? Do this kind of thing...... Can you still say that you are on the side of justice?! Trembling with suppressed anger, Uejo Dangma squeezed out such a sentence from between his teeth.

"Ah, didn't it tell you? We, naturally, ......" The red-haired man made a look that really can't stand you, and then was picked up by another voice on the side and replied.

"Kill Prince Matt?"

Kamijo felt a dangerous gaze cast at his side.

Tsukimiyama didn't seem to realize that he was in extreme danger, and his face showed a disgusted expression and shrank behind Kamijo Dangma, "The middle two non-mainstream who has too much self-consciousness kills Matt or something......"

After five seconds of silence.

"It's a magician, bastard!!" The red-haired man screamed as his dignity was trampled on, "Are you fooling me!" ”

"It's scary." Yuejianshan took a small step back with Intix, sighed insincerely, and then patted Shangtiao's shoulder with his free hand, "Then, he's yours." ”

"Wait, what does that mean?"

"You must remember to catch up with me, otherwise I won't forgive you even if you die!"

"Leave it to me, I'll catch up—! Do you think I'm going to say that! What's going on with this kind of shonen manga-like plot! And it's my side that won't forgive you! Why should I be alone in front of a weirdo with a barcode on his face for your royal highness! Anyway, you are at least a powerful person, give me a good play of the root nature of the top student! ”

"Don't make unreasonable demands on a pure girl."

"When you said what you just said, you had no connection with purity!"

"I said." The red-haired magician bit off the cigarette in his mouth, and his forehead was bruised, "Don't flirt with enemies!" ”

In the next second, scorching flames exploded throughout the corridor.

PS: Sometimes I thought it would be interesting when I thought it was going to be interesting, but I don't know if it was because I thought about it several times when I wrote it, and it was a problem with the level of writing, and I didn't think it was very interesting after writing it.

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