Has Mr. Shenshang submitted the manuscript today?

"Hey, where is the little god?" Yosano Akiko, who came to work early in the morning, pushed open the door with a demure posture, her bright eyes quickly swept across the empty work station of Shenshang Shuo, and then covered her lips and smiled, turning to her heart. The party concerned, "Does Mr. Ranpo know the reason?"

Yan Akiko, who was the most beautiful in Yosano Guadali, raised her eyebrows and looked at Ranpo Edogawa who was looking up at the window. She touched her fingers lightly, and asked with a hum, "Huh?"

"The little god can't come today, he asked the president for leave." Edogawa raised his face in the direction of the female doctor in a flurry, and opened his eyes wearily.

"Although the shy look is cute, but it's a bit too much to run away." He pouted at Yosano Akiko, muttering in a low voice as if complaining,

"Master Luanbu can't stop it."

"Puchi." The short-haired woman couldn't help laughing, and blinked against the increasingly resentful eyes on the other side, "I was still curious about what happened last night, but now seeing Mr. Ranpo's current appearance—— "

She coughed meaningfully, "It's not necessary."

Is there anything else that can make Shen Shangjun leave Mr. Ranbu and run away?

"What does Saku Kamigami's leave today have to do with Ranpo-san?" Kunikida Doppo, who just learned from Fukuzawa Yukichi that Saku Kagami will not come to work today, asked in puzzlement, "He must have caught a cold and got sick accidentally. "

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was reasonable, "The weather has turned cold recently, and the wind is blowing hard, it's normal to have a headache..."

"How about going to see him after work today, isn't there only one child in his family..."

"I don't have a cold, I don't have a fever. Ranpo-sama..." Edogawa Ranpo, who couldn't listen anymore, interrupted, and glanced at Kunikida Doppo who was worried again, and he was about to say Ranpo The adults have done a good job in the follow-up work, and their little lover will never get sick...

Seeing the increasingly enthusiastic eyes of Yosano Akiko next to him, he paused, and ended the conversation unhappily,

"All in all, the little god is not sick." He summed up concisely, "You don't need to visit the sick."

Do you think I don't want to go?Lord Ranbu really wants to see him, but the little god can run QAQ.

Kunikida, who firmly believed in Edogawa Ranpo, nodded, and didn't take this slightly suspicious statement to heart, "Maybe he's delayed for something, I'll ask him when I come back."

Yosano Akiko glanced at Kunikida Doppo who really knew nothing, and sighed again.

Believe me, Kunikida-kun, where did you find out from Kamijou Saku, you must have seen a ghost.

......

"Where is there something you don't understand, Don-kun?"

Shen Shangshuo watched Atsushi Nakajima take out the textbooks and exercise books from the one-shoulder backpack, and loosened his shoulders for him with some distress, "Is the one-shoulder one a bit heavy, and is it tiring to carry it? Or should I replace it with a Backpack, it should be lighter."

"No, no need." Atsushi Nakajima replied embarrassedly, he blushed secretly, and looked away quietly, "I'm not tired..."

My husband has mentioned this matter more than once, and I feel that he really treats me like a child.

But in a place like Yokohama, there are no children who can't grow up, not to mention that he is also a person with supernatural powers, and the direction of supernatural abilities is still developing towards physical fitness.

So he really won't suffer from back pain because the schoolbag is too heavy.But... Atsushi Nakajima glanced at Sakumi Kamisami, who was quietly reading his report card, with a gentle and elegant posture, looking like a moonlight lying on the desk.

He swallowed the words unconsciously, twisted his buttocks and leaned his small body toward God, and smelled the gentle and pleasant smell of the husband.

Shenshangshuo didn't notice the child's rich series of psychological activities. He carefully looked at Atsushi Nakajima's report card, and found some relief for the parents. The data on it were pretty good, and the teacher's comments were fair There was no shortage of compliments, and it could be seen that this child is usually concerned about his studies.

Especially sports and Chinese, the scores are quite high.With a little hope in mind, he quietly thought, so the bonus of literary giants is so powerful, is it also effective in another world?

"Isn't this pretty good?" He smiled and touched Atsushi Nakajima's hair, "Atsushi did a great job."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"It's like this." Atsushi Nakajima, who was obedient and waiting for praise, blushed when he heard this.He twitched at his fingers a little bit, with a tangled look who didn't know what to say, and he laughed lightly when he saw it.

Is the kid embarrassed?It's just too cute.Shenshang Shuo was soft in his heart, he stroked the fluffy dog-gnawing bangs with a softer cat-stroking technique, and even had the urge to scratch his chin.

"It's okay, let's listen to it." Look, it made the child feel uncomfortable.

"Eh..." Atsushi Nakajima took a deep breath, and finished speaking without stopping even the punctuation marks, "Our teacher assigned a sewing homework, I really don't know how to do it, please help Me, Mr. God!"

Good lung capacity, kid.This was Shen Shangshuo's first thought. His language system could barely handle this garbled human language, and he asked slowly, "Is it a housework class..."

Is the current middle school curriculum so exciting?

"Yes." Nakajima Atsushi talked quite sincerely, with half of his face lying on the coffee table, wanting to cry, "How do I know how to make such mending things..."

The point is that he is also embarrassed to ask the girls in the class for advice, but since Mr. Kagami is here, there should be no problem with his homework!

Nakajima Atsushi looked expectantly at the smiling Kamigami Saku.Such great trust is not unfounded. He once had a homework in a cooking class. He worked hard for three hours and made the kitchen flickering. It's just an evaluation like this.

But Mr. God is different!He subconsciously licked his lips...that was Mr. Immortal who went from the living room to the kitchen!Let’s not mention anything else for now, but the Ochazuke cooked by Mr. himself is willing to die!What's more, there are desserts stuffed into the bento by Mr. Mango, Panji Sago, Matcha Mousse Macaron, Cheesecake Double Skin Milk...

Damn, I'm going to drool again thinking about it.Atsushi Nakajima pursed his lips skillfully to prevent any suspicious liquid from flowing down. He used this to restrain himself from making jokes in the last class of school when he missed Mr. Kamisami's lunch.

It's a pity that most of the desserts made by my husband are taken to work, and I don't even know what they are for with a separate breakfast.

He shook his head, forcibly suppressing the idea of ​​running to the kitchen to eat now, the husband is still watching, he has to behave better.

Shenshang Shuo obviously didn't see the greedy eyes of his own child next to him. He took the note that he had forgotten his homework and thought for a while.Because he lived alone before, he still has a little sewing skills, so tutoring this homework is not a problem.

"Does Dunjun have any ideas of his own? Maybe we can go out and buy some needed materials."

......

On the street where people come and go.

The young man with a handsome face picked up a pure and lovely little boy who was like an angel, and lifted him up in the air in circles,

"Did Xing Ye have a good time today? When you've had enough, go home with your brother." He is like a silhouette of sunlight condensed, radiant, and his flying blond hair can pour golden rain, "Brother is exhausted oh."

The little boy seemed to be of mixed race. He was held above his head by the tall young man like a delicate doll. Hearing this, he seemed to have activated some reaction mechanism. He lowered his head and looked at the young man obediently, "Okay, brother .”

One big and one small walked away randomly. The scene was warm and harmonious. Coupled with the sunny lighting at this time, passers-by couldn't help but take their cameras and want to take crazy shots.

An uncle with stubble just held up his camera and was about to press the shutter when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver uncontrollably, and put down the camera in his hand.

"What the hell. It's so cold in broad daylight." He muttered, wondering why he suddenly turned on the camera,

"Could it be a mistake?"

On the other side of the street, the young woman who was yelling her child's name in a frenzy and anxiously stopped suddenly and looked around in a daze, as if she didn't understand why she appeared here.

She paused for a while, and as if nothing had happened, she brushed the dust on her skirt from running, muttering something like "It's time to go home and cook, what am I doing..." and went home.

The whole street was bustling again, as if everything was peaceful.

......

"Gills de Ray, are you back?" the young man shivered coldly and asked warmly.

"Yes, my dear Master." Another young man who hurried over slowly peeled off the shell of the gold sculpture, and the sticky fog was attached to his body, revealing the dirty inside.The grinning magician opened the secret room next to it, and there was a strange light flickering inside.He put the little boy who was sleeping peacefully like a doll inside, then turned around quickly and came out.

"Is this also the kind of magic you said?" The young man with his face propped up on the chair didn't seem to care about this vile criminal act, he was just interested in his servant's new illusion-like technique.

"Yes, this is exactly one kind of magic trick." The purple-black frog shook his body and let out a laugh. "This is a kind of concealment magic trick. Would you like to hear it too?"

"Oh?" The young man leaned forward, hooking the corner of his mouth, "Do I actually have this benefit?"

"It should be said that it is my honor."

In the dark corner, Qie Chacha's whispers never stopped for a moment.