I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!

Xia Yan calmly analyzed, thought carefully, and couldn't figure it out.

Where am I like an angel?

Have you ever seen the angels who pestered you, urged you to burn incense, and caused you to jump into the river?

Although I saved your life and helped you, it is not only angels who do this, but also black-hearted capitalists!

Without hesitation, he poked Ruri Hoshino's left hand and resolutely denied it.

Ruri Hoshino was a little disappointed.

"My name is Ruri Hoshino, what's your name?" She wrote in her notebook again.

This stumped Natsuhiko, his telekinesis could only last for one second at a time, and he couldn't use it to write.

By the way, he still has a wisp of incense.

Anyway, as long as the girl burns incense, she can get it, and she can use it.

He concentrated his mind, drew the incense from his right chest, spread it into a glow, and attached it to his right hand.

At this moment, his right hand is no longer an ordinary right hand, but a right hand that can touch reality!

Reaching out his hand, he grabbed the palm of Ruri Hoshino's pen and wrote it in his notebook.

『Natsuhiko』

The girl's hand was a little stiff, and it took four seconds for Xia Yan to finish writing, and he held the girl's palm again, testing the aging of the glow, and after a second, the glow dissipated, and his hand passed through the girl's palm.

The time limit is five seconds.

It's too fast.

Nothing is enough.

However, one wisp is five seconds, ten wisps is fifty seconds, one hundred wisps is eight minutes, four hundred wisps is half an hour, and saving four hundred wisps can barely be used.

Retracting his wandering thoughts, Natsuhiko looked at Ruri Hoshino.

The girl looked at Xia Yan on the paper and smiled stupidly.

What's there to be happy about? Natsuhiko can't understand the girl's brain circuit.

Xia Yan, who has the majority of Chinese consciousness, does not realize that in the island country, ordinary friends can only call each other by their surnames, and he tells each other his first name, which is a manifestation of intimacy.

"Just call me Ruri," Ruri Hoshino wrote on the paper.

It's a pity that Xia Yan didn't understand her gesture.

He poked the girl's right hand in response, shrunk down, burrowed into the desk next to him, and rubbed the comic book that the other party had brought with him.

There was a paper bookmark in the book as usual, and Xia Yan put the paper bookmark aside.

This manga is a story of an evil god girl and a girl with a second disease, and Xia Yan watched it with relish.

He was looking so hard that he didn't notice the slowly lowering head behind him.

The head is from the boy who was comic by Xia Yan.

Although Xia Yan's voice of using telekinesis to flip through comics was not loud, it was not small, and the boy happened to be outside the world and noticed this unusual sound.

The boy lowered his head and looked into the drawer in confusion.

When he lowered his head to the drawer, Xia Yan, who was turning the page, also felt the movement, he turned his head and met the boy's gaze.

“……”

"Ahh

He didn't see Natsuhiko, but he saw the comic book he turned the pages of!

Obviously he closed the comic book, but now the comic book is spread out and he is turning the pages by himself!

"What's wrong?" The teacher and classmates looked at the boy suspiciously.

The boy stretched out his finger and pointed to the drawer, wanting to tell the story, but he didn't feel that anyone would believe him, so he swallowed it back.

"I'm sorry, I got distracted." The boy replied.

"Don't sleep in class!" The teacher reprimanded the boy and continued to lecture.

The boy put the chair in place and sat down again, but he did not dare to approach the table, and sat against the back table.

Xia Yan shook his head, young people just like to make a fuss.

Then he continued to flip through the comics.

This time, the single book is a bit thin, and in a half class, Xia Yan finished reading this manga, and he floated back to the sky above Hoshino Ruri.

Looking at the notebook on the girl's desk, Xia Yan saw that there were many more questions on it.

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Do you still want to burn those paper props?"

"Are you still there?"

"Have you slept?"

"Good Night"

This girl is an unexpected sticky ghost.

Natsuhiko poked Ruri Hoshino's right hand: I'm back.

The girl's face immediately showed joy, and then she became apprehensive, and she wrote:

"Are you in trouble with me?"

Xia Yan pondered, the girl had indeed disturbed his entertainment.

But as a qualified capitalist, you have to keep these things in mind.

He hypocritically poked the girl's right hand.

Ruri Hoshino's face reappeared with a smile as she wrote, "I'll definitely take care of it, just tell me if you need anything, anything, please let me do it."

Anything goes?

Xia Yan's gaze swept around the girl's body.

Forget it, at least 400 wisps of incense at a time, and the poor ghost can't afford to play.

He poked the girl's left hand, indicating no.

The girl's expression turned to disappointment.

In the next half of class, Natsuhiko lay behind Ruri Hoshino, looking at the students in the classroom boredly.

He noticed that Rika Shimomura was quietly messaging on her phone.

This kind of desertion in class is something that must be stopped.

As a righteous ghost, Xia Yan immediately poked the other party's eyes with his telekinesis.

"Ahh Rina Shimomura screamed, and her phone fell to the ground.

The Chinese teacher who was talking about the topic was startled, this was the second time he was scared in this class, even if he was good-tempered, he was a little angry.

Stepping off the podium, the Mandarin teacher confiscated Shimomura Rika's mobile phone and asked her to go to the office to get it after class.

Successfully saving a girl who wanted to go astray, Xia Yan was in a happy mood.

After class, watching Shimomura Rina leave with the Chinese teacher with a depressed face, his mood became even happier.

Rena Shimomura, who came to the office, was taught by the teacher for ten minutes before letting her leave.

Two of her best friends were waiting for her at the door of the office.

"What's going on?" The two asked Rina Shimomura.

Shimomura Rina grabbed her hair and complained to her two companions, "That's what I told you before, something is poking me in the eye." ”

"Is it a ghost?" Masami Kitamura, who was also poked, swallowed.

"What a ghost, it must be some kind of trick!" Nanako Tamura interrupted the two of them, and she looked at Rena Shimomura, "When you were poked in the eye, were you all by Hoshino's side?" ”

Shimomura Rika thought about it and nodded.

"That must be what the hell she did." Nanako Tamura said for sure.

"No way, how can she have such a great ability, and I watched her at noon." Shimomura Rina didn't believe it.

"There's no one else but her, just know if you cheat, call her out tomorrow and ask." Nanako Tamura replied.

"What if it's really her? She can poke us in the eye all of a sudden, and we can't do anything to her. Shimomura asked again.

"Who says I can't do anything to her?" Nanako Tamura said disdainfully, "But tomorrow we still have to take precautions, let's bring sunglasses." ”

The three of them agreed on the matter and went home.

On the other side, Ruri Hoshino has returned home.

Placing the bag on the sofa, the girl came to the shrine, lit an incense stick, and inserted it on the incense burner.

Xia Yan flew over and inhaled two wisps of incense into his body.

When the incense is finished, Ruri Hoshino begins to do housework.

Xia Yan floated behind the girl, watching her wash her clothes hard.

Xia Yan thought about it, she had to think of a way to make the girl a little easier, so that she could have more time to burn incense for herself.

However, he has no suitable solution now, and this matter has to be considered in the long run.

After dinner at six o'clock, Ruri Hoshino hid in the bedroom and burned an incense stick again, this time without incense on it.

Before the girl went to bed at eleven o'clock, she burned another incense, but there was still no incense.

Is there a limit of 6 wisps a day?

Xia Yan wrote down.

He summoned the remaining two wisps of incense and began the experiment.