"I'm out of the house."

Saying a word to the empty house, Qiao Qiao walked out of the house.

Subconsciously anti-lock.

I opened the lock again.

I forgot that there was another person at home.

Qiao Qiao looked at the closed window on the second floor.

Suzuka hasn't gotten up yet.

It's been a week since she'd moved in.

Suzuka was only three years old, but she didn't have to go to school.

Every day, Suzuka's main thing to do is live streaming.

Especially since she disappeared for a month before, she is now more diligent in live broadcasting.

It is broadcast late into the night every night.

Qiao Qiao felt at first that he couldn't be like this.

Suzuka is at the age of learning knowledge, and if you don't study hard, how can you work hard and earn money in the future.

So, Suzuka was asked to study for at least four hours a day.

Of course, later, Suzuka posted his live broadcast income.

Qiao Qiao shut up.

He felt that for a person who could earn a month's worth of his income in one night.

He is not qualified to preach.

But later, maybe he was moved by Qiao Qiao, and Suzuka also began to learn about human culture.

And it's live.

Unexpectedly got a lot of tips.

"Qiao San, your suggestion is amazing!"

Suzuka said.

Qiao Qiao had mixed feelings in his heart.

Having said that, it's not bad to have a personal feeling at home.

At least, Qiao Qiao's words of going out and going home every day have been echoed.

Well, it doesn't seem to be going out.

Two days ago, Suzuka even tried her hand at cooking.

Afterwards, Qiao Qiao cleaned up the kitchen for two hours.

Then Suzuka is strictly forbidden to cook at will.

In any case, Suzuka, a little monster born out of nature, is indeed learning how to behave step by step.

Be a demon.

I saw Suzuka holding "Capital", "State and Revolution", as well as some books on history, philosophy, and politics, and studying them seriously.

Qiao Qiao was very pleased.

The scooter is abrupt.

Soon came to the gate of the high school affiliated to Fengcheng University.

At the door, there stood the teacher on duty and the discipline committee member.

Qiao Qiao got out of the car and pushed the motorcycle into the campus.

Lock up your car in the carport and head towards the main school building.

Although Qiao Qiao is a good student, it does not mean that he will come to school very early, nor will he deliberately come late to challenge the authority of the teacher.

He always arrives at almost a fixed point in time.

At this time, there are many students in the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

Everyone talked and laughed, chatted about gossip, talked about celebrities, and talked about games.

Very ordinary campus routine.

"Yo, it's a shame you didn't come yesterday, but the girl in the ocha is so beautiful."

Beside him, Kazuya Sakamoto patted Qiao Qiao's shoulder and said with a little regret.

He was in the sorority yesterday and looks like he's still immersed in it.

For the friendship between the two schools, he did not hesitate to spend his spare time.

It's amazing.

Qiao Qiao can't do it.

In the past week, he has only received one wraith commission.

For some reason, there seem to be a lot fewer spirits near the Shinjuku branch.

But for Qiao Qiao, it is a good thing that there is no resentful spirit.

Thinking like this, Qiao Qiao reached for the shoe cabinet.

At this time, somewhere.

The man was watching all this.

He saw Qiao Qiao's hand on the shoe cabinet, but suddenly stopped.

“！”

I almost made a shot.

The man had palpitations.

He saw Qiao Qiao frowning slightly.

"Strange?"

Qiao Qiao said.

"What's wrong?"

Kazuya Sakamoto has already taken out his indoor shoes and put them on.

"I have a habit of putting a hair in the shoe cabinet door every time I leave, and if someone touches something inside, the hair will fall out, which is a precaution I learned by watching the anime, but I didn't expect it to come in handy."

Qiao Qiao squatted down as he explained.

from wooden floors.

Picked up a hair.

“？”

The man put a question mark.

Wait a minute.

Would the average high school student do such a thing?

Is there something wrong with this person?

"Maybe it's the wind blowing."

Kazuya Sakamoto didn't really care.

Qiao Qiao stared at his hair.

I watched it for three seconds.

Suddenly.

"Attention everyone!"

Scream.

The man hiding in the shadows shuddered.

He found out?

Impossible?

Because this sound was very abrupt, the students present were quiet.

Everyone looked at Qiao Qiao curiously.

"There may be dangerous items here, please leave the shoe locker immediately."

Qiao Qiao said calmly.

“？？”

The men and their classmates had surprisingly unanimous expressions.

"Dangerous goods are...... What are you talking about? ”

Kazuya Sakamoto was confused.

"I don't have time to explain, it may be an extremely dangerous thing, and if it is not handled well, it can even cause serious casualties."

Qiao Qiao drove the students out.

Then he took out the yellow cordon tape from his schoolbag and sealed off all the shoe cabinets.

Although Qiao Qiao's words were somewhat sensational.

But after all, he is a well-known student in the whole school, and he is an honor student.

Therefore, everyone still followed what Qiao Qiao said, stay away from the shoe cabinet and wait outside.

This attracted the attention of the Discipline Commissioner.

"What's wrong?"

The member of the Discipline Commission on duty today is called Natsume Poetry.

She is a trainee shrine maiden of Ueno Toshogu Palace.

She wore the armband of "Discipline Inspector" on her clothes, and it was very strange to see a group of students gathered at the door of the teaching building.

"It's Qiao Qiao, he said that there may be dangerous items in the shoe cabinet."

Someone saw the Discipline Commission member coming, so he said.

"Dangerous goods?"

Raising an eyebrow, Natsume squeezed into the center of the crowd.

She saw that the shoe cabinet had been completely blocked by the cordon, and only Qiao Qiao was standing alone in the middle.

"Josan what are you doing?"

Natsume poetry naturally knows Qiao Qiao.

Because of her own family, she probably knew that Qiao Qiao was working in the Soul Removal Association.

As for Qiao Qiao's wind reviews.

She hadn't inquired closely.

"I'm dealing with dangerous goods."

Qiao Qiao said, taking out a lunch box from his school bag.

In the lunch box, it's not a bento.

It's a light-colored plasticine-like thing.

Tearing off a small piece, Qiao Qiao glued it to the door of his shoe cabinet.

He took out a small stick and stuck it in the lump of plasticine.

"What is this doing?"

Natsume's doubts grew deeper and deeper.

"Originally, the correct way to deal with it should be to use an electronic probe or imaging equipment to explore the items first, and then do follow-up processing, but there is no way, there is not enough time."

Qiao Qiao hid behind a pillar and pulled out a remote control switch-like thing.

"Lack of time means ......?"

Natsume's poetry doesn't understand the meaning of Qiao Qiao.

To be precise, she didn't understand what Qiao Qiao was doing now.

"It's about to start the first class."

Qiao Qiao explained, and then said.

"Please take a few steps back, cover your ears, and keep your mouth open."

"I'm going to blow up the shoe cabinet now."

“？？？”

Natsume's poetry, as well as the man hiding in the shadows, widened his eyes at the same time.

Blow up?

Is there something wrong?

"Wait ......"

Natsume's poetry has not yet been spoken.

Qiao Qiao has already pressed the switch.

Boom –

A loud explosion sounded in the morning at the Minejo University High School.

In the midst of explosions.

A second explosion sounded.

I saw countless small steel balls burst out because of the impact of the explosion.

Knock through the shoe cabinet on the other side.

Countless expensive, cheap, brand-new shoes were shattered by steel balls that pierced the planks.

All the students were speechless.

Natsume's poetry was shocked by the sound of the explosion.

The ears are beeping all the time.

Look at this scene.

and Qiao Qiao, who said "sure enough" in the smoke of gunpowder.

A man hiding in the shadows.

“？？？”

A series of question marks popped up in the head.