Qiao Qiao is not a mentally ill person with a bad brain.

He can tell what is good and what is ugly.

For example, Asano Ari is very beautiful in itself.

At this moment, the fifteen-year-old girl was wearing a light-colored yukata decorated with pear blossom patterns, stepping on clogs with bare feet, and sitting lazily by the window, but Qiao Qiao felt a different taste.

The cold moonlight scattered down, leaving half of her body bathed in moonlight, creating an impressive contrast.

The current Asano Ariko does have a feeling that she doesn't belong to this world.

If some cherry blossoms fall outside the window at this time, the picture will be even better.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

Qiao Qiao was a little curious, walked over and asked.

The Asano shrine maiden wasn't playing with her phone, reading information or doing anything else.

She just sat there.

"I'm looking at the shrine."

When Asano Ariko saw Qiao Qiao, she smiled and pointed out the window.

Qiao Qiao stood behind her and took a look.

Indeed, from here at the hot spring inn, you can see Atsuta Jingu at night.

The magnificence of the day is gone, and only the silence and serenity of the night belong.

"Just looking at the shrine?"

Qiao Qiao sat down on the opposite side of Asano Ariko and put down his clothes.

Groov.

The clothes were placed on the table, but there was a sound of hard objects colliding.

“？”

Ariko Asano looked at Qiao Qiaoqiao's changed clothes.

Inside, there's a glimmer of light.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it."

Qiao Qiao covered the exposed revolver with his clothes and explained.

"Well, I want to have it too."

Asako Asano looked at Qiao Qiao's revolver with envy.

"I'm not old yet, but when I'm my age, I can have it."

Qiao Qiao comforted.

"And don't get too emotional about these weapons, and don't think that they will solve everything."

Hearing Qiao Qiao's words, Asano Ariko was suddenly a little stunned.

Seeing her expression, Qiao Qiao said seriously.

"There is a proverb in China that a gun is a tool for killing, and marksmanship is a killing technique, which is something that cannot be concealed no matter how gorgeous and beautiful an excuse is."

"Isn't this a line in "Rogue O Heart"!"

Asako Asano couldn't help but complain.

"Did you read that manga before, I thought that young people of this age would not read that kind of old work anymore."

"Isn't the teacher only seventeen years old?"

Asano Riko puffed out her cheeks.

Qiao Qiao smiled and did not answer.

Today's Asano shrine maiden seems to be a little different?

He thought.

After chatting for a few more words, Qiao Qiao took the first step back to the room and took out the box of the Yamato model.

Because Ariko Asano said that she had never assembled a similar model, she wanted to see how Qiao Qiao put it together, so he took it to the hall.

I could hear that when Qiao Qiao walked into the hall with this 1:700 Yamato model, the whole hall was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

The technique of the models assembled by Qiao Qiao is average, and most of the experience comes from assembling firearms.

However, there is no need for glue and tweezers to assemble firearms.

Under the moonlight, Qiao Qiao carefully dismantled the parts with water pliers and assembled them little by little.

Asano Riko looked at it seriously and asked from time to time.

This picture, in the hall, is quite peculiar.

Even Fujiwara Ayano and Masato Kotokui, who originally wanted to come over to talk to Asano Ariko about tomorrow's mission, didn't dare to break this atmosphere rashly.

Of course, due to the high quality of the model and the large number of details, even if it is assembled late at night, it is only a third of the way through.

Qiao Qiao put away the rest of the parts and stood up.

"I don't know if I'll be able to find Excalibur before I put it together."

He sighed.

Hearing this, Asako Asano narrowed her eyes.

"No problem."

......

Tuesday.

The day after Qiao Qiao's leave.

They came to Nagoya Women's University.

Take a taxi, after all, the public funds are reimbursed.

This is a high school and junior high school affiliated with Nagoya Women's University, and like the university department, it is also a girls' school.

Qiao Qiao didn't quite understand the meaning of the girls' school, after all, he had basically never heard of a similar existence in Huaxia.

However, Fujiwara Ayano patiently explained that because of the great inequality between men and women in the past and the country, girls could not even go to school, and some progressives set up girls' schools to provide education for girls.

Later, these schools lasted for hundreds of years, and they became a tradition.

For example, the Ochanomizu Women's University in Tokyo, which is often regarded as a joke but is not actually in Ochanomi, is such a school.

Fujiwara Ayano and Ariko Asano were not born in girls' schools, and they are also quite curious about girls' schools.

"It turns out that girls' schools are not really only for girls."

Today is still school day, Qiao Qiao looked at the male physical education teacher running with the students on the playground, and sighed.

Yes, although all girls are in girls' schools, there is no rule that teachers must also be women.

Male teachers still exist, and according to legend, they will be even more popular.

Even a mediocre-looking male teacher is popular in a girls' school.

Perhaps this is the inspiration for the male teachers of the girls' school in some manga works to make female students submit through various means.

Qiao Qiao remembered some of the plots in the comic magazines he had read before, which only had 0.5 standard units of spiritual power.

Walking around the campus, even though it was class time, Qiao Qiao could still notice a lot of eyes from the classroom.

It's no wonder, after all, beautiful girls in witch costumes aren't common outside.

"Ah, that person is so handsome, is he a star somewhere?"

"It's decided, the boy and his child will be called Masaji, and the girl will be called Satomi."

"Ahhhh

When I walked past the teaching building, I rang the bell just in time for the end of class, and this emotion was emanated from among the onlookers.

Yutokui Masato was quite proud, pretending to be calm, and walked through the atrium.

"After all, a kind and beautiful man like me, I guess those girls are hard to resist."

Hearing his words, Fujiwara Ayano gave Yukitoku Masato a blank look.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the girls are staring at Qiao Qiao's words.

Qiao Qiao didn't have any feelings, he was walking while thinking about the information he had read before going to bed last night.

There was a strange incident at Nagoya Women's University a week ago.

Just like many campus weird stories, it is a human skeleton model in a biological laboratory, and an incident of running wild in the corridor late at night.

After investigation by the soul slayer, it was an evil spirit.

Yes, it's an evil spirit.

The other party has a deep grudge and has been spiritualized.

If it weren't for the fact that it was just a plastic model, it was likely that a vicious injury would have been caused.

Fortunately, the soul slayer had already completely destroyed it at that time.

This time, Qiao Qiao and the others came to check to make sure that nothing was lost, and at the same time to search for the traces of the Tiancong Cloud Sword.

A teacher drove away the girls who were watching the excitement and led the four to the door of the warehouse next to the biology lab.

"This is the skeleton model that had an accident, and since then, although there are no more weird things, people still don't dare to continue to use it, so they put it here......"

As the teacher opened the door, he pointed to a corner of the room.

“？”

All four of them were alert at the same time.

Because in that corner, there is no human skeleton model.

Nothing.