When I got home, my father, mother, and sister were not asleep yet.

Ito saw warmth coming from Sayaga's heart, and knew that they were waiting for him because they came back once a month.

But my parents are fine. How can a female high school student who will go to school tomorrow stay up late?

"Have you gone back?" As soon as I entered the door, my mother asked.

"Go back." Ito saw Sayaga stretching tiredly, then said as if he had just discovered it, "Ah, is Xiaoxue waiting for her sister?"

"Who is waiting for you?" Itamixue, who had already changed into pajamas and pajamas, stood up, "Good night."

"I'll talk for a while, otherwise wouldn't I be in vain?"

While Itomi Sayaga was teasing, Itomi Yukito walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

I really can't bear to leave my sister. When I wake up tomorrow morning, she has already gone to school and she is going back to Tokyo.

"Father, what are you looking at?" Ito saw Sayaka calm down and sat down on the sofa.

"Katakahiko's inflammatory paper." The father, who changed into home clothes and wore glasses, replied.

Fukata Kazuhiko is a professor of medicine at the Imperial University of Tokyo.

Itoshi Sayaka sank his body into the sofa.

My father was reading medical notes, my mother made tea for herself, and my sister, who was in high school, fell asleep in the bedroom. This was her happiness in Shayega.

For the sake of the scene before her, she was willing to sacrifice everything.

"Give it." The mother brought the tea over.

"Thank you, mother." Ito saw Sayaka come to his senses, and he was obviously 26 years old, but he still spoke like a little girl.

"If you are tired, take a break early."

“Okay~”

My mother went to bed first, but my father was still reading the paper, as if he wanted to make up for the time spent at the party.

I don’t know what my father’s ability will be like in his practice?

The mother may be a little bit worse, but what will happen to the younger sister? Maybe it is not low, but it should not surpass the father.

After all, my father is a doctor of medicine and can open a hospital by himself.

Itomi Sayaga was drinking tea and immersed in his casual thoughts.

Her lips were pressed against the teacup, thinking about her family, and when her lips left the cup, she thought of another practitioner who studied medicine.

"Father." She put down the teacup.

"Hmm?" The father did not look up.

"How did Professor Gao Feng recommend decisive to you at the beginning?"

"Didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't care at that time, I forgot. I've been dating him for a while now, and I want to see if he is in front of me and in the eyes of others."

My father took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes while recalling them.

“Learn from knowledge.”

"What's specific? You can't just have such a compliment, right?"

"It is said that in addition to medicine, there are also other fields, such as mathematics and physics."

"Really or not?"

"Gao Feng said this. He heard that in order to make money on part-time jobs, Yuanjun also helped a classmate from the engineering and machinery department next door to the dormitory to make games with code and create air guitars using wifi and Bluetooth technology."

"This guy is so powerful."

"Well, according to Gao Feng himself, Yuanjun knows the literature and art he despises. He is a genius who is rare in a century even in Dongda University."

My father talked happily, as if he was back to the mentality he had when he introduced Yuan Qingsu to her.

But when Ito saw Sayaka himself, he couldn't do the perfunctory and casual way at that time.

After the early morning, everything was silent, and the night outside the window was deep, and the uneasy haze spread in her heart.

After the whole family rested, she quietly went out and came to the rehabilitation building of Itami Hospital.

The building is indeed a building, but not only one building, but three buildings.

The one with the best view is nothing special on the outside, but the interior decoration is no less luxurious than that of a high-end hotel. This is a special ward for the rich.

Yagyu Sanqianzi lived in one of the suites, as a friend of the eldest lady.

"Sister Itomi?" Yagyu Sanchiko opened the window and let Itomi Sayaga, who disguised his divine power as black, come in.

"Sanqianzi, have you seen this person?" When Sayaka fell to the ground, he took out his cell phone as if he had been ready to show off his photo with Yuan Qingsu to fool his parents.

The photo is on the background of the road at high speed. The two of them are sitting in the car, Yuan Qingsu is driving, and Ito sees Sayaka holding his cell phone and leaning over.

"I have seen each other a few times, what's wrong?" Yayoi Sanqianzi's weak voice seemed to lighten his steps even at night, for fear of trampling it.

"He is a cultivator around the witch, and he has no clear relationship with the witches of the Ise Temple who came to capture you."

"Ah!" Yasuo Sanqianzi exclaimed, and his eyes as pure as deer dripped in as restless as ink.

"Don't worry." The people around him were uneasy. Seeing Sayaga himself calmed down, "He may have heard of the Yagyu family, but he wouldn't immediately guess it was you."

Yagyu Sanqianzi still nodded uneasyly.

"Have you ever talked to him?" Itojian Sayaga asked again.

"I said it, but very few."

"Think about it carefully, is there any possibility of being exposed?"

It was impossible to see that Sayaka was not so cautious.

A person with deep abilities needs time to accumulate divine power, and his keen insight needs guidance. However, when he thinks of Yuan Qingsu's question before leaving, as a woman's intuition, she does not see the lightning in the other person's eyes.

In other words, Yuan Qingsu does not ask this question out of liking or lust.

Sanqianzi thought about it and shook his head gently: "No, but I'm not sure."

"Maybe he has guessed it." Itojian Sayaka didn't say this sentence.

This is her guess based on her personal intuition, and there is no need to say it out loud to make others uneasy.

"It will be dangerous to think too optimistically. San Chiko, just in case, I will prepare a car for you. You can go to Kamakura first?"

This is for the good of three thousand sons, and also for not exposing themselves and implicating their sister and parents.

"Well, I heard from it." Yagyu Sanchiko nodded.

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June 4th, it was still a rainy day.

As agreed, at 8 a.m., the three of them would gather in the wisteria corridor beside the big banyan tree and go to school together.

Yuan Qingsu came out of the banyan tree, and it happened to be eight o'clock. Under the strings of wisteria flowers, there was only Shen Lin Yuzi.

It seems that Ji Gong Shiliu Night is "skipping class" today.

I drank last night and slept late. It rained again today. As long as I wanted to skip class, there were always so many reasons I couldn’t count.

"I feel very uncomfortable when I think that others can see such a beautiful Miss Shenlin." Yuan Qingsu held an umbrella and waited for Shenlin Yuzi to come out of the wisteria corridor.

She wore an indigo cyan skirt and a simple white shirt today.

The dress is elegant and comfortable, and the neck is thin and white with the collar of the shirt.

"I thought I could fall in love with you by praising me every day?"

"No, but you are really beautiful. I happen to be so knowledgeable. It's not right to say erudite, but you are just good at expressing your emotions in your heart."

The White Mountain Shrine was planted with purple sun flowers, and the two walked in the drizzle of rain.

Shen Lin Yuzi put the umbrella on his shoulder, opened the notebook in his hand, and showed it to Yuan Qingsu.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Qingsu looked over in confusion.

It is full of communication between the two in French literature class.

"What, what does it mean?" He started without thinking.

"The ‘Divine Power Transformation Curse’ can use the bones of monsters to mimic the shape of monsters. Can that person become a monster?"

"What do you do if you become a monster?"

"More handsome?"

"Miss Shenlin, Miss Shenlin, ask Bai Zi what to eat for dinner today"

"Carrot Stewed, Cold Tofu, Edamame, Grilled Salmon, Tofu Seafood Miso Soup"

"Wow, can I go and eat?"

"Bai Zi said no"

Yuan Qingsu remembers that he did not return the notebook to Shen Lin Yuzi at that time, but instead graffitied it on it "angrily".

Looking down, the graffiti is still on it.

Kneeling Yuko, holding a rice bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, saw a plate in front of her, and on the plate were stewed with carrots, cold tofu, edamame, roasted salmon, tofu seafood miso soup.

It's very vivid, even the caterpillars on the chopsticks seem to live.

The lines are accurate and delicately portrayed, and are ballpoint strokes.

Shen Lin Yuzi closed the notebook and walked without saying a word.

"I don't plan to hide it from you."

"You know to beware of Jigong Shiliu Ye, and you still listen to me."

Based on their memories, even if they didn't think of the paintings on their notebooks at the beginning, when they deliberately pretended not to draw, they would recall whether they had been exposed before.

"When I was teaching in a private school, I saw three thousand sons of Yasuo in Minghe Valley." Yuan Qingsu said.

Shen Lin Yuzi didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue talking.

In front of the shrine flower bed, an old man who got up early was bent down in a position that was about to fall and put the camera on Zi Yanghua's face.

I can't hear the "cucking" sound of the doves in the past, only the unpleasant crows screaming, which still reach my ears from time to time.

"The first time I met her, she was a young girl, eating sandwiches from a convenience store on the roadside, and putting two piano boxes at her feet.

"The last time I went to a private school, she was playing on the street late at night. Out of the same resonance of life, I reached out to help her get the piano case, and she showed great resistance.

"At that time, I thought that the zither box was the money she had saved so hard. It was not until I saw her in Qianye yesterday that I was sure that she was Sanqianzi, and the other zither box should be the Xuanxiang Pipa."

"Why are you hiding it from Jigong Sixteen Nights?" Compared to the three thousand sons of Yagyu, Shen Lin Yuzi took the lead in asking this question.

"If it is limited to official practitioners, I don't like it, it's too shallow."

"It's okay for the official practitioners to say that Shintoism people all put their own desires first." Shenlin Yuzi turned to look at Yuan Qingsu, "Do you know how difficult this is?"

"There are always more difficult methods than difficulties." Yuan Qingsu replied, "The nine groups have two purposes: one is to protect their families; the other is to not want to risk attacking monsters. For such people, if we have the right to change the rules, we can easily win over them."

"But you don't have such rights now, and neither do I."

"Itomaki Sayaka cares about her sister very much."

Shen Lin Yuzi stopped, and Yuan Qingsu also stopped.

The two of them were holding umbrellas and looking at each other in the rain.

"Why look at me with disgust?" Yuan Qingsu said, "I will threaten her with her sister, but I won't really do anything to her sister."

Shenlin Yuzi withdrew his gaze and continued to move forward.

In the long plum rain, other flowers will be drowned, but the more rain the purple sunflower, the more vibrant it is.

Come to the station, take the downhill elevator, and arrive at the station platform.

Recently, the columns on the platform have been painted green, like a matcha-flavored roll cake.

Ten minutes passed, Yuan Qingsu was waiting for Shen Lin Yuzi to speak, but she didn't speak.

In front of the platform, he tilted his head in confusion and looked at her, and then Shen Lin Yuzi showed a sneer, "Don't think you can guess my words and deeds."

Yuan Qingsu said like reciting the Bible: "I like women with good-looking legs. In the case of similar conditions, bad women fascinated me even more."

He continued:

"Some women occasionally show cruel expressions on their faces. I like this expression the most. When I see a woman with this expression, my heartbeats faster."

The tram roared into the station, and Yuan Qingsu's words were like a tram, crashing into the world view of Shenlin Yuzi.

She hugged the textbook in her hand tightly and took a step back. The umbrella dripping with rain in her hand was ready to use the "Shidao River" at any time.

"But even a bad woman," Yuan Qingsu still said, "it can't be too bad to be too hard. The worse it is, the smarter it must be."

"You're enough." Shen Lin Yuzi interrupted him.

"These are all things that seem to be in the book, and they are definitely not what I said, I can't say such concise and incisive words."

Shen Lin Yuzi's face was full of disbelief, and walked into the tram with Yuan Qingsu.

"Let's talk about Group Nine," she said. "I didn't seem to ask if I support it before you made the decision, right?"

"Don't you support me?" Yuan Qingsu asked.

As he said that, Shenlin Yuzi sat at the closest door, Yuan Qingsu was half a meter away, sitting next to her.

The urban girl opposite who had originally lowered her head to play with her mobile phone subconsciously looked up at the two of them, then looked up for the second time, and looked at Yuan Qingsu for confirmation, and the third eye became a little shy.

The man in the tram had long been looking at Shen Lin Yuzi intentionally or unintentionally.

"If it is really to break the barriers and reduce casualties, I certainly support it, but if it is to power or something..."

"Kill me?"

"Silly boy, how could I kill you?" Miko Kamira Miko said in a gentle tone. "From the moment she talked to you in the library, you were my curse. If you die, I will have no meaning to live. I will only lock you in the shrine forever."

“That’s not bad.”

"I can only grow vegetables and clean every day. Miso has to grind it by himself. Without a mobile phone, you can't watch movies or play games. It doesn't matter if you have such a life?"

"Are you still there? But what should my mother do? I have to support her in her old age."

The tram was clattering and the rain was falling as if it was blocking it from moving forward.

"The next stop, Dongdae-qian, Dongdae-qian."

The two left the station and walked along the campus wall.

The green shade above the head blocked part of the rain, and all the students who went to class were going along the way.

"Then why do you have to hide it from Ji Gong Shiliuye? Didn't she also want to break the barriers and try to unify Japan?"

"Issue? It seems you think she can't do it." Yuan Qingsu smiled twice.

Afterwards, he explained:

"I had already killed nine groups of people. Itoji Sayaga was very angry and even rushed to the 'Romantic Number'. If I killed three thousand sons again, even if I had Yiji's family, it would be difficult to form an alliance, and we would not really attack the Yiji family."

"It's because of this?"

"There are two little selfish thoughts, can you not say it?"

"No." Shen Lin Yuzi said without hesitation, revealing a natural momentum.

"It's so strict, then let's talk about one." Yuan Kiyosu's voice was leisurely, "Didn't the person who contacted Yuhua, say, Can Yagyu Sanshoko be ranked fifth in Shinto? The stronger the nine group, the greater the voice in Shintoism, the more beneficial it is to us."

"On June 20, aren't we going to kill people, we'll change it to negotiation?"

"It's still a fight."

The two walked into the campus from Achimura, and Yuan Qingsu said to herself: "I don't know if I can learn the two divine thunders of Shinto through Itomi Sayaga."

"Is this your other selfish intention?" Shen Lin Yuzi asked.

"Hmm?" Yuan Qingsu was stunned for a moment, then replied, "No, but it can be."

After Shen Lin Yuzi finished speaking five words, the two walked to the Literature Department like walking.
Chapter completed!