For the rest of the day, the teacher spoke passionately on the podium, and Kyogokuhiko went through all his textbooks to confirm his current learning status.

——Mathematics and physics, a class that contains a large number of uncommon formulas and theorems in life to understand the subject is basically no longer left to the teacher, it is estimated that I have to go back with Di Lumudo to review the primary school textbooks, the liberal arts only need to memorize the subjects is okay, and the ones that I forgot after flipping through the books will be remembered back, and the best one he has now is actually the Chinese language, after all, the ability to write and nonsense will only improve with the years.

The midterm exam is just around the corner.,Kyogokuhiko took out the paper and made a detailed and strict review plan for himself.,It's a personality to hand in a blank paper for a while.,It's a depravity to turn in a blank paper.。

Although Yingde's teacher didn't dare to say anything about it.

However, how to say it, when he thought that the first one on the score list was not his name, Kyogokuhiko felt a sense of unhappiness.

Review, must review!

Kyogokuhiko maintained a high level of low air pressure throughout the afternoon class, and the teachers and students looked at each other in silence, not knowing what was happening, but also relenting their efforts not to provoke him.

However, the teacher who invigilated the math test felt something, and gossiped when chatting with his colleagues: "Probably because he is not feeling well, he has been lying on the table to rest without writing his papers today, and he still refuses to go to the infirmary." ”

No, he really won't.

The geography teacher in the afternoon thought about it, and nodded in agreement: "It's possible, I saw him staggering as if he was about to fall down in the second class, which scared me a lot." ”

He was too engrossed in his back to pay attention, and was shocked by the sound effects of the documentary you played, teacher.

"If you want me to say that I should rest at home for a few more days, I have lost weight again after not seeing each other for a long time." The teacher who taught biology said with a sigh.

When I first came back, my body was overloaded due to mana overload, so it's no wonder that I'm not thin.

"Alas...... I see......" a teacher lowered his voice and whispered, "He's the one who was angry with him, and I heard that she deliberately made things difficult in class." ”

"People are climbing the high branches."

"If you offend the Kyogoku family, you have to fall off if you climb the high branches."

Several of the women giggled as they spoke, their eyes looking at each other without saying a word.

Yingde's middle school is a little later than Rice Flower Elementary School, so Kyogokuhiko first asked the driver to pick up Natsume, and then came to pick him up, but he waited for ten more minutes after school, just taking advantage of this time to memorize the history and geography and other things to be learned this semester.

Originally, he had already completed this work before the start of school, but who would have thought that this semester would be so difficult that he would have to return to work.

The news that Natsume's family, a newly transferred student in the second grade of Rice Flower Elementary School, was very wealthy on the first day of school, and I heard that their family had donated a new school building to the school.

But this news did not affect Kojima Motota to go to the second-grade classroom after class to play with Natsume, and dragged several friends to introduce him.

"My name is Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya." The tall, thin boy introduced himself.

"I'm Ayumi Yoshida, and this is Xiao Ai." The sweet-looking round-faced girl pulled the cold-looking girl next to her and said with a smile.

"Gray Plains mourning." The girl glanced at Natsume with an indifferent expression.

"That's how it is, hahaha." Conan tugged at the sleeve of Gray Yuan's coat and laughed dryly.

"I'm Takashi Natsume, please advise." Natsume blinked and said that he didn't mind, and his smile was clean and hearty. The children's affection mingled with them, and they had lunch lunch together at noon.

The food in the sky blue food box is arranged with delicate animal patterns, not to mention how it tastes, but it looks very worthy of the 50,000 wages that Kyogokuhiko adds to Yamada Taro every month, not to mention the level of ingredients in Kyogokuhiko's refrigerator, as long as it is not a kitchen killer, the taste will not be bad.

Kojima Motota excitedly recounted the feat of the Junior Detective Group to Natsume, Natsume smiled and listened, his body sat next to Conan, his hand hidden in his sleeve and pinched the charm, and the spiritual power that guided the purification fell on Conan.

Conan has some blood and filth on his body, which is generally only contaminated by touching corpses, and it is clear where the boy came from when he thinks of the murders on the news during the holidays.

The effect of the spell drawn by Natsume himself is very weak, but fortunately, the blood is not strong, and there is no resentment, even if Natsume does not do it, it will dissipate by itself over time, at most it will make people sick.

Conan sighed as he listened to Kojima Motota's chatter, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable on his body, and only thought that the cold medicine he took in the morning worked, and without thinking too much, he pretended to be a child and talked to Natsume.

Natsume looks like an ordinary child, but the two people who were with him that day made Conan have to care, Ryunosuke Ito, Kuro. Help, this is not an area that a group of elementary school students should be in.

Conan, who maintained a subtle nanny mentality, chatted with Natsume for a few words and asked about his background, and after asking him about his background, he was slightly relieved, and joined their conversation with a grin amid Kojima Motota's dissatisfied complaints.

......

"How's the school?" Kyogohiko asked, but he already knew the answer when he saw Natsume's happy appearance, and on the way back, he heard about Natsume's campus.

Conan's clichés are of a very high standard, and Kyogokuhiko also listened to the monster relayed by Nuliang at night only to find that Natsume was given a trick, and then think about Conan's performance in the family cafeteria, and for a while I couldn't help but regret that the kid didn't have the ability to "see", otherwise what a good candidate for military advisors.

Dilumudo still tried to soak himself in the sea of books, because Kyogokuhiko had to review things like mathematics and physics from scratch, so his long-stagnant learning progress finally began to improve a little, but relatively speaking, the rows of literary books that Kyogokuhiko stuffed in his study room were more pleasing to him.

So when Kyogohiko walked in the door and found Dilumudo watching "Endless Hundred Things", although he was a little surprised, it was also expected.

"How many seasons of cherry blossoms have bloomed, why do you still not know when to return?" After reading a sentence written in the book, Kyogokuhiko leaned over and kissed the corner of Dilumudo's lips, "Like this book?" ”

"Not really." Dilumudo pushed Kyogokuhiko, who was relying on him, "I just feel that the protagonist is a little familiar." ”

Isn't it familiar, in the story, the strange self-proclaimed finch with a golden light fur, a narrow crimson at the end of the eyes, and a strange self-proclaimed "I" in his mouth, flashing like smoke, walking through the dark alleys of Edo, its name is --

"Hiko".

Dilumudo even gives birth to the illusion that this book is written by Kyogokuhiko.

"It's just familiar." Kyogokuhiko chuckled, "In this world, there is a first-born Hiko, and there is only Kyogokuhiko." ”

Kyogoku Yuki has written many stories about the great monster Hiko, and it is estimated that he can't even count it himself, and even took the name of his grandson as Hiko, so it can be said that he has become obsessed with this character born from ancient paintings.

It's not a novel story for a writer to fall in love with his characters.

In particular, Kyogokuhiko was attached to this body after it died, obviously he was not breathing, his small body was already cold, but he miraculously came back to life, and the old and confused man stubbornly thought that it was not his grandson, but "Hiko".

Well, to a certain extent, he is the truth, but this obsession has brought Kyogokuhiko, who has lost his memory and is no different from an ordinary baby, just a little precocious, a dark childhood that is close to disaster.

Strict requirements for words and deeds even to the point of harshness, clothes or conversation, all according to the appearance of the monster imagined in the man's heart, the little child has to have long hair, and in the summer, he has to wear layers of complicated clothes, like a delicate doll to be held in the arms of the man to show off.

"Kyogokuhiko" is not a "person", but a wood and stone idol, the only role is to be placed on the shrine for men to worship, arrogant and arrogant postures, half of the heart and half of the man's hard requirements, day after day to follow the man's written script performance, fortunately, before Kyogokuhiko's endurance exhausted and accumulated enough strength to resist, the man was seriously ill first.

At that time, the young children grew older, with a faint red at the end of their eyes, and their waist-length black hair hung down like crow feathers.

Kyogoku Yusai gave him a dagger and excitedly taught him how to kill himself, Kyogoku stared at his grandfather for a long time, and after confirming that he was so weak that he couldn't even slap himself in anger, he turned his head and left expressionlessly, asking the doctor who was guarding the door to treat him well, and no one else could see Kyogoku Yu.

After all, he wants to recuperate.

The supreme happiness is to be killed by his "lover", but it is a pity that his "lover" just wants to watch him drag his sick body to struggle and suffer, and a little bit of the lamp runs out of oil and falls into hell.

It didn't take long for the Kyogoku family to change owners, and the young man in a black suit who cut off his long hair and used thunder means to control the power in his hands, still with that arrogant and flamboyant appearance, but his body became weaker and weaker.

Kyogohiko coughed twice in a low voice, threw away the book in Dilumudo's hand, turned over and pressed it, and the recliner took on the weight of two people, and after a squeak, he held it firmly.

Natsume was doing his homework in his room, and there were only the two of them in the empty room, and even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly in the four eyes, and the slightest emotion was reflected in each other's eyes.

Dilumudo saw himself in Kyogokuhiko's eyes, and saw Kyogokuhiko in his eyes in that reflection, his expression was always careless and lazy, but his eyes were deep and unfathomable that he couldn't read.

It's obviously very gentle, but for some reason it makes him feel a crina in his heart, and teaches him the idea of hugging and kissing for the first time in his heart to dispel this painful feeling.

So, the lips kissed together, the kiss from the knight was not intense at all, tepid as water quietly invaded, hooked and bitten with an inexplicable charm and warmth, the mouth was full of the sweet fragrance of honey, like the dim sum that Kyogokuhiko had eaten when he was a child, a small square, inconspicuous and not delicious, and only when you eat it in your mouth can you taste the sweetness that is almost happy.

He closed his eyes, indulging himself for the first time to be guided, revealing his vulnerable and soft side, accepting the security that the knight brought him.

Dilumudo saw Kyogokuhiko's eyelashes trembling slightly, his long eyelashes were like butterflies resting on flowers, like a dream that would wake up in the next second, and his face was rare and quiet, like a hedgehog that had removed all its defenses, quietly revealing its soft belly, waiting for someone to soothe the scars under the armor.

It's not that it doesn't hurt when he's hurt, but it can't be said that he should be powerful, he should be arrogant, and he should be invincible, even if he doesn't see the despair and misery when he doesn't see his place to return, he can only vent his madness after a drunken meal, and he doesn't even dare to shed tears.

Kissing, more and more gentle, hugging, but more and more close, limbs intertwined, trance like a drowning person holding a life-saving driftwood, either rescued together, or drowned at the bottom of the sea together.

Kyogokuhiko is a "person", a "person" who will suffer, be hurt and be confused, and Dilumudo is also a "person", the most half-hearted and unwavering "person", so only by relying on each other can you not get lost in the endless darkness.

Kyogokuhiko didn't know why he was crying, kissing and kissing, he suddenly found that he was already in tears, he felt very tired and relaxed, and the fatigue that spread from the deepest part of his body made him not even want to move a finger, nor did he want to control his sudden overflow of emotions, silently shrunk into the knight's arms and closed his eyes, like a wanderer who had traveled for many years and finally returned home.

Tears rained down, and I didn't know what to do.

The TV was playing the highlight part in the TV through the door, babbling and babbling, and the mobile phone that Kyogokuhiko threw outside also rang, and then the landline also rang, but it was noisy and noisy in Dilumudo's ears, leaving only the almost inaudible sobs of the young man in his arms, intermittently held in his throat, and it was so depressed that it made people feel distressed.

The heart hurts as much as if it had been twisted up by something, and it makes people feel unbearable, but there is still a small part of it that rejoices, and plants the ignorance that the dull knight has not noticed.

Dilumudo smiled softly in a trance, hugging the young man who was lying in his arms as if he had lost his strength, letting his tears soak through his clothes, and his arms firmly encircled the person, as if hugging the whole world.

This place of peace is my hometown.

......

Natsume quietly closes the door for the two new guardians who are caught up in their emotions and their vigilance drops, hangs up the non-stop phone, and happily runs to watch the latest episode of Kamen Superman, which is about to start.

When "Daddy" and "Mommy" hug, they should pretend not to see and close the door.

......

It's hard to say what has changed since that day, going to school on time, studying for the midterm exams according to the plan made, or still having that kind of mocking look......

Probably more enthusiastic about oppressing the poor knight to the point of crying.

Especially when there are some special meanings.

Relatively speaking, Di Lumuduo has changed a little more, and now even if he is suppressed by Kyogohiko in bed and teased, he can maintain an indifferent enjoyment, hello, hello, everyone's good attitude, and warm kisses and hugs fully let Kyogohiko recognize how passionate and unrestrained the Celts are.

Well, it's actually quite comfortable.

It's the weekend in a blink of an eye, and I know how rich Yingde's young masters and young ladies are during the holidays, and the teacher doesn't leave much homework, so Kyogohiko finished it all on Friday, and basically regained his speed as the first in the grade.

At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, the phone at Kyogokuhiko's house rang on time, Natsume picked up the phone on tiptoe and answered a few words, and turned back and said, "Yuantai, they've arrived!" ”

"Do you remember what I told you?" Kyogohiko asked.

"Remember!" Natsume replied with vigor as she took her small backpack from Dilumudo's hand.

"Tell me about it."

"Don't throw the charms you give with you, don't run around, call for help in time when you encounter danger, don't take risks beyond your ability, and be cautious and think twice before acting." Natsume broke the back of his fingers one by one and gave it to Kyogokuhiko.

"Good." Kyogokuhiko nodded, put on his coat and opened the door.

All three of them are going out today.

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Gae· Dearg (Red Rose, the Devilbreaker)

Attack Range: 2~4

One of Lancer's two Noble Phantasms. A sharp spear that is about 2 meters long and can neutralize the defenses made of magic. Its attacks are especially effective against armor made of mana, and magic enhancements and additional abilities applied to the weapon will lose all effect when it comes into contact with the gun. The "Red Rose of Demon Breaker" is a permanent Activated Noble Phantasm that can be used without chanting by its real name, and at first it is wrapped with a "charm" from the body of the spear to the tip of the spear to cover its abilities and original form. In her first battle with "Saber" Artoria, she removed her "Wind King Enchantment" and Silver Armor. In addition, this sharp magic spear can remove the magic power of "Berserker" Lancelot from the weapon, and restore the items that have been turned into "Noble Phantasms". In addition, this sharp magic spear can remove the magic power of "Berserker" Lancelot from the weapon, and restore the items that have been turned into "Noble Phantasms". In addition, this sharp magic spear can remove the magic power of "Berserker" Lancelot from the weapon, and restore the items that have been turned into "Noble Phantasms".