A warm feeling of comfort slowly surged up from the inside of his body, making Qing Gong slowly open his eyes.

"It's ......"

Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling above his head with a little dazedness, Qing Gong reacted for a long time and was lying flat on a soft tatami mat.

"It's ...... There? He looked down at his body, still wearing the clothes he bought from the ready-to-wear store, but the corners were slightly dusty, and most of them had been carefully wiped off by someone.

Looking carefully at the room he was in, Qing Gong couldn't help but feel a little confused, he didn't remember that he had been here.

It looks like a dilapidated apartment, with no traces of tidying up at all, and it looks sloppy. The floor was littered with empty beer cans, the silver ashtray at the bedside was stuffed with cigarette butts, and most of all, there was a small low table in the room that the old Japanese middle-aged people liked to overturn. The room was empty, the sliding door was closed, and the surroundings looked as if they belonged to a scruffy samurai from the Edo period.

Looking at the empty environment around him, Qing Gong frowned slightly, and subconsciously wanted to use his ability to determine whether he was really the only one around him, but just after using his computing power, a pinprick-like feeling suddenly hit Qing Gong's brain, and Qing Gong couldn't help but snort in pain.

"It's ...... What the situation. After a long time, the pain in the brain as if it had been pricked by a needle stopped, and Qing Gong grinned, "I am ...... What's wrong? ”

It seems that because of the painful cry of the Qing Palace just now, the slightly dilapidated sliding door "creaked" and was pulled open from both sides, and then, a petite figure walked in.

"Little ...... Student? When Qing Gong saw the petite figure walking in, his brain couldn't help but crash for a while.

Walking in was a little girl with pink hair.

The girl looks like she is seven or eight years old at most, less than one hundred and thirty-five centimeters tall, with a green dress, her petite figure makes her look unusually cute, and at the moment she is smiling and looking at Qing Gong with her big amber eyes that look very cute, this mature look makes Qing Gong shudder. And when she heard Qing Gong say the words "elementary school student", her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Qing Gong with a look of surprise and grievance.

"Uh...... Little girl, was your father the one who saved me? Looking at the little girl with pink hair in front of him with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Qing Gong instinctively felt that something was wrong, but at the moment his headache was so bad that he didn't have time to think too much, so he could only ask tentatively with courage.

"Dad....... Dad?" The little girl's face was even more aggrieved, and she almost cried.

"Hiss......." Qing Gong's head hurt even more, he didn't know what he said wrong, but if he saw such a little child crying in front of him, he still had an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart.

"Where is that ....... here? How am I here? In desperation, Qing Gong could only pretend to be stupid, looked at the little girl in front of him, and asked softly.

"This is my home!" The little girl's face, which was about to cry, instantly became radiant when she heard Qing Gong's question, and she pointed at herself proudly, "Also, I'm not a little girl!" People are already adults! And he's a teacher! ”

"Cheng ...... Adult? Old...... Teacher? Qing Gong looked at the pink-haired little girl in front of him with a dull expression, his face was full of disbelief, and at the same time, an inexplicable sense of absurdity slowly rose in his heart.

"Will it be ........?"

"As for you, I picked it up at the door of my house!" The little girl who claimed to be a teacher smiled, "I don't know why, when I went downstairs to buy tonight's hot pot supplies, I happened to see you lying downstairs in my house, so I brought you up!" Saying that, the little girl smiled kindly, with a gentle look on her childish little face that belongs to adults, "Remember, my name is Yueyong Xiaomeng." ”

Moon Yong Xiaomeng...... Qing Gong patted his groggy head, he should have thought of it.

It looks like a child.,Pink hair.,Baby's voice is cute when you talk.,In addition to the protagonist of the original work.,The head teacher of Shangjo as a hemp.,Who else is Yue Yong Xiaomeng?

However, Shangjo Dangma naturally can't be a student of Yueyong Xiaomeng now, he is the same age as himself, and he should still be in elementary school now, right? Qing Gong's brows furrowed slightly.

Saying...... How did he fall downstairs at Yueyong Xiaomeng's house?

Enduring the slightest pain, Qing Gong worked hard to discover his memories.

"I see." After a moment, Qing Gong smiled bitterly and sighed, "It's really ......."

In the battle between himself and Pingchuan, he used his ability to forcibly construct a small "domain", and lowered the temperature in the "domain" to a certain extent, making the hands and feet of those men in black stiff, and finally won the victory, but because of the overuse of his ability, he now has a headache like this.

It seems that it will be impossible to use the ability for a while. Qing Gong sighed, but this battle also proved from the side that some of his ideas were right.

For example, it is completely feasible to create a "domain" with your own computing power. It's just because of my own lack of calculation formulas and ability that leads to the current tragic situation, in other words, the direction of my own thinking is completely correct, but my lack of ability cannot be fully displayed.

However, recalling the crazy performance when he saw Pingchuan during the battle, Qing Gong himself couldn't help but feel a little frightened when he thought about it now. At that time, I didn't look like a human being, but like a ....... monster devoured by hatred!

"Don't be blinded by hatred." The warning of chasing souls in the underworld was still in his ears, and Qing Gong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I'm still ...... I don't have self-control. Thinking of the palm he swung at Pingchuan, Qing Gong couldn't help but sigh a little.

With his palm, he used his temperature control ability to directly destroy Pingchuan's cerebral cortex, and his temperature control may not be very accurate, but no matter what, Pingchuan will probably never wake up again in this life, and can only become a vegetative person lying in bed for a lifetime. But according to the character of that old thing in Kihara, how could he raise a waste?

Therefore, although Hirakawa is still alive, it can be regarded as dead.

However, for that palm, the Qing Palace has no regrets at all, after experiencing those darkness, the Qing Palace's originally somewhat gentle personality has become completely resolute, and when it comes to means, there will definitely be no softness.

"That...... Qing Gong classmate ...... "Seeing Qing Gong looking ahead in a daze, Yue Yong Xiaomeng was a little at a loss for a while, and when she saw Qing Gong looking back at herself, she was even more embarrassed, "That...... I didn't mean to see your information, I just ........ saw your ID dropped outside, and ........ was worried...... Therefore, ......." Seeing that Qing Gong's face did not react at all, Yue Yong Xiaomeng became even more nervous, and a sense of panic arose spontaneously to peek at other people's identities.

Wow! What to do! The more Yue Yong Xiaomeng thought about it, the more scared she became, and when she saw Qing Gong like this, she thought that Qing Gong was angry, and she almost cried for a while.

Alas....... looking at the helpless and tearful Yue Yong Xiaomeng, Qing Gong couldn't help but be a little speechless and supported his forehead, how can people believe that you are a teacher in your twenties?

"Uh...... That little cute ...... Teacher, it's okay! Qing Gong was helpless, so he had to comfort Yue Yong Xiaomeng with a wry smile, "I just had a headache just now, it doesn't matter if I'm id or something, I don't think I'll be angry with the person who saved me because of this, right?" ”

"Huh? Are you sure? Hearing this, Yue Yong Xiaomeng's tears were immediately retracted, and she looked at Qing Gong with a look of surprise, "Aren't you really angry?" ”

"Really." Looking at Yue Yong's expectant eyes, Qing Gong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Yay!" The frustration on Yue Yong's face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by the previous smiling expression, "Although I don't know what Xiao Qinggong experienced before, but when you come to the teacher, the teacher has the obligation to take care of you!" Haven't had dinner yet? I just happen to make beef hot pot! Let's eat together! ”

"......Well, thank you, Teacher Meng." Looking at the appearance of Yueyong Xiaomeng's child, the warm comfort in Qing Gong's heart slowly surged up again, and he couldn't help but smile and whisper.

The smile on Yue Yong's face became even bigger.