Day 2.

Araki Kitahara woke up from the messy bed full of energy, got up and looked at the pieces of clothing flying on the ground, and groped his way out of the room.

"Mr. Araki, go wash up, breakfast is ready." In the kitchen, Yukino's proud figure in the depths of winter is wearing a white apron, ice blue hair, and is softly draped on the back of her head, humming a song quietly, and making breakfast with a happy face.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, Xue Nai poked his head out sensitively in the deep winter, and a faint happy smile appeared on his originally cold and soft face, and he said softly to the northern harahara Araki who had just yawned.

Araki Kitahara lowered his left hand and smiled at Yukino Fukashi, who was revealing his charming figure, and then walked into the bathroom.

"Whoa..."

The crisp sound of water rushing constantly sounded.

Araki Kitahara's body shook casually a few times, shook off the water, and finally pulled the trouser chain.

Walking to the sink, I glanced at my sleepy-eyed self, lowered my head to wash my hands, and the cold tap water in the early morning slowly flowed down the pipe, making my already cold little hands feel even colder.

Araki Kitahara quickly scrubbed the mess, then turned the faucet to the other side, and soon, the rumble of the machine sounded.

With the help of natural gas, the cold water in the early morning quickly turns into warm steaming water, and then gradually increases in temperature to cool water.

Araki Kitahara, took a basin, first dipped it in some water and sprinkled it on his face, and then when he got up in the morning, his slightly dry skin absorbed a little bit of water.

Then, he put his hands together and rubbed the hot water on his face, repeated it several times, and finally took a clean white towel and wiped the remaining water on his face.

Brushing your teeth is a simple and repetitive task.

Finally, he touched the white and tender skin on his face with water again, and Araki Kitahara looked at himself in the mirror with sober eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

Pushing open the door and walking out, Yukino Deepwinter, who was wearing a white apron and revealing his proud figure, was quietly sitting on a chair at the dining table waiting for him.

Araki Kitahara walked slowly, made it to the chair that had already been pulled away, and said with a smile to Yukino Deep Winter:

"Morning! Miss Yukino, how were you feeling last night? ”

"Humph!"

"The sun is all on the butt, and Mr. Araki just got up, what a big lazy pig."

Xue Nai smiled shyly in the depths of winter, with deep satisfaction hidden on her delicate red face, and the spirit of the whole person seemed to be better than yesterday.

In the midst of a small talk of questions and answers, Araki Kitahara ate the breakfast omelette, hot dogs, and a glass of milk.

The sun rises from the apartment outside, pouring warm sunlight down.

Well, it's past ten o'clock in the morning.

Fortunately, Araki Kitahara's shadow clone helped, so he didn't have to go to school, otherwise he would be annoyed to death.

Anyway, it's the shadow clone who suffers, what does it have to do with his ontology?

Araki Kitahara, enjoying a leisurely morning.

After having a hearty lunch at Xuenai's house in the depths of winter, and then playing a game of ploughing, I slowly arrived at the noble college of Santa Ambrea.

When he arrived at the school gate, Araki Kitahara still turned into a yellow-haired appearance, swaggered in, and immediately changed back to his original appearance after entering.

Instead of rushing to the rooftop, Araki Kitahara, first wandered around the school, walked around, and then slowly swayed to the empty rooftop.

When he went out, it was about two o'clock.

In a few moments, the bell for the end of school at the Noble College of Santa Angrea will ring.

And now this empty rooftop should soon be occupied by the school's bad habits.

Leaning against the barbed wire fence on the edge of the rooftop, Araki Kitahara thought a little bored:

"I don't know how the task I gave to the two younger brothers yesterday was done?"

After all, it is still a bit difficult to gather all the bad people in the school.

I don't know what method they will use, or whether they will be able to successfully complete this task?

In the afternoon, when the sun is at its strongest, the bell for the end of the school at the Noble College of Santa Angrea finally rings.

It is a cheerful and elegant piano piece.

Amid the music, a large number of students dispersed.

Araki Kitahara's keen sense of hearing also sensed the heavy footsteps of the dense crowd below walking upwards.

It should be bad in school.

"Bump!"

The leader kicked open the door and swaggered in, his face was arrogant, his hair was dyed purple, and his arms were tattooed with inexplicable patterns, looking like he was squinting.

"Boy, you're not going to be the boss of those two minions, are you?"

Shuichi Yoshida, the bad boss of the third year of high school, led many of his subordinates and walked towards Araki Kitahara, who was leisurely leaning against the barbed wire.

There was anger on his face, and his men all looked angry.

I don't know what made them so angry.

Kitahara Araki's eyes looked at the clear blue sky, and the noise of building ants seemed to sound in his ears, but he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

After all, the people have not yet arrived, and it is a waste of his time to talk now.

And this stupid bad people are destined to suffer evil consequences, and he doesn't want to pay attention to them.

However, looking at the Araki Kitahara who ignored them so much, the anger in Yoshida Shuichi's heart suddenly exploded, and he directly identified the yellow-haired bad in front of him as the two little minions who framed his reputation, and the arm of Wen Qing, who had an unknown pattern of satisfaction, smashed straight over:

"Damn!"

"You're pretending to be your mother?!"

As a bad boss who often fights, Shuichi Yoshida is very confident and sure of his punch, and under the sudden sneak attack, this punch is destined to directly lie on the ground with this inexplicable threatening bad in front of him.

Then you can call your subordinates not to talk about martial arts and directly beat him.

At the moment when the fist was about to hit Araki Kitahara, Shuichi Yoshida seemed to have seen the handsome man in front of him wailing on the ground, and he beat his head to the ground.

But in the next moment.

Shuichi Yoshida's fist stopped against common sense, and the inertial impact of the abrupt stop made his arm muscles let out a burst of tearing wails.

But good physical fitness, combined with a deep sense of fear, forced him to stop the punch.

It was as if he was haunted by a cold and invisible demon, and the deep fear penetrated into his bones and soul, making him feel as if he was hallucinating.

The person in front of him was like a Shura born from a rakshasa, exuding a bloodthirsty and terrifying murderous aura, and his indifferent eyes looked at him as ruthless and terrifying as an ant on the ground.

The wind on the roof gradually stopped.