[Comprehensive] Supernatural Honmaru Experience Records

To Pai Awataguchi, it cannot be said that he is completely indifferent to the upcoming SCP-1911, and he doesn't care too much.

After all, it can be said to be a harmless SCP, and it is really a difficult challenge for an ordinary old lady to injure Sword Fusangshen.

"Jiang Xue Zuo Wen Wen Dian, I totally disagree with your educational philosophy."

In the first phase, he straightened his little yellow helmet, leaned on a shovel and said this to Jiang Xuezuo.

Excessive pampering will destroy children. Under pampering, the character will become weak and distorted, and gradually deviate from society.

"So if you continue to pamper her, you will spoil Xiaoye Zuo's writing." Yiqi Yizhen frowned and said, "I think it is most appropriate to let nature take its course and give proper care."

After finishing speaking, the Awataguchi knives who were swinging shovels around him echoed one after another.

"That's right, Yiqini is like a man/wife, very tolerant of our hobbies!" Baoding Toshiro waved his hand.

"We are also very open about our dressing!" said Ranto Shiro.

"And he has a very advanced concept of financial management... We went out to dig the ground, and the first installment paid us wages!" Fujishiro Hakata pushed his glasses.

Jiang Xue's left words, which were still slightly shaken, lost all expression in an instant.

Behind, Minghu, who heard all the conversation...covered his head with trembling hands.On his shoulder, the little fox follower wagged his tail to comfort his Minghu.

"Acridine, what a failure of education."

This can be said to be very frustrating, Minghu looked around, and since he dug out the left characters of Xiao Ye, Zong San and Jiang Xue, he would not do follow-up work, put down the shovel and returned Awataguchi's bedroom.

Awataguchi's dormitory can be said to be the largest dormitory in the entire Honmaru, but it is empty now. After all, most of the dormitories here are short knives and swords. .

Minghu took out the key from his pocket, and was about to open the locked wooden door. Locking the door was not to prevent thieves, but to prevent SCPs from breaching containment and running around.

When the key was about to be inserted into the keyhole, the door opened without warning——

Minghu stared blankly at the old lady with her hair in a bun inside the door. She smiled at Minghu in the attitude of a hostess.

"Ah, my grandson is back?"

Hearing this sentence, Minghu's pupils constricted suddenly, and Minghu knew the identity of the old man in an instant

SCP-1911!

Minghu lowered his eyes to hide the vigilance in his eyes, and when he raised his head, his eyes were as gentle as before.

"Exactly." Minghu slightly nodded at SCP-1911's grandmother, then sat down at the table steadily.

Hearing Minghu's straightforward admission, SCP-1911's smile widened a bit, and she enthusiastically pushed the tea she made to Minghu, "Oh my grandson, I've been busy all day Hurry up and drink the tea made by grandma to moisten your throat... are you tired?"

Minghu didn't say thanks, but he also bowed to SCP-1911 to show his thanks.He picked up the tea and blew it gently. The tea smell was the same as before, neither particularly good nor bad... It was like the tea leaves on the assembly line brewed by a machine, and the taste was regular.

"You said, it's my grandmother?" Minghu asked in a jerky tone. Yes, Minghu is indeed extremely bad at talking, but when necessary, he still has to say what should be said.

SCP-1911 nodded as a matter of course, "That's right! How long have you not seen me, have you forgotten your grandmother?"

"No, no."

After hearing this sentence, Minghu quieted down and stopped talking, just drank tea quietly, only SCP-1911 was very enthusiastic and busy everywhere, sweeping and mopping the floor... it was very busy.

It seems that they want Awataguchi's other swords to make a good impression on her.

And indeed, the children of Awataguchi should be back soon, Minghu looked up at the time.Because when I came back, the digging had already reached the final stage, and they only needed to do the finishing work. Counting the time, they should already be on the way——

"Open the door, we're back!" There was a call to the door, and the faint sound of footsteps and chatter could be heard.

really.Minghu looked back at the clock, but he didn't answer, but naturally... looked at SCP-1911.

Sure enough, SCP-1911's face was red for a while, she wiped her hands with her apron, hurried up to meet her, and eagerly opened the door.

In an instant, the chattering and laughing outside the door stopped, and all Awataguchi swordsmen looked at the old lady who opened the door for them in astonishment, and they were at a loss for a while.

SCP-1911 "Grandmother Comes"!

Atsuto Shiro stammered and asked, "Hello, is this... SCP-1911?"

SCP-1911 frowned in displeasure upon hearing Atsuto Shiro's words.

"Why do you call him the serial number as soon as you open your mouth? It sounds so unfamiliar." SCP-1911 said, preparing to correct Awataguchi's address as Touken-san.

"I'm your—"

SCP-1911 had just opened his mouth, before finishing the sentence, suddenly, a cold male voice sounded, interrupting SCP-1911's words.

"great grandmother."

Minghu calmly put down his cup, got up and walked to the front of Awataguchi swordsman at the door, facing SCP-1911's astonished face, very indifferent but natural.

"This is, your... great-grandmother."

At this moment, Minghu's inexplicably higher seniority was suddenly revealed.

It took SCP-1911 a while to recover its own voice. The old lady stretched out her finger tremblingly, pointed at the chiming fox, and asked, "You...you belong to them..."

Hakata Toshiro murmured, "Little uncle..." Immediately afterwards, the "little uncle" of the Awataguchi daggers came and went.

Little, little uncle?

SCP-1911 turned his head, staring at the bright and clean young eyebrows leaking from under Minghu's mask, he was speechless for a while.

Is it actually such a high seniority!

At this time, the tall and outstanding man in the first phase also cleared his throat, and called out with a low eyebrow, "Little uncle."

SCP-1911 was stunned, unable to speak a word.

"Acridine, what are you doing in a daze." The little fox on Minghu's shoulder broke the silence, "Say hello to 'Great-grandmother'!"

SCP-1911 woke up with a jolt, "No, no, you don't need to call me great-grandmother..." The old lady explained eagerly, already sweating.

However, it's too late.

At this time, a series of words such as "Hello, great-grandmother.", "Happy New Year, great-grandmother" were uttered by Awataguchi swordsmen one after another.At the same time, SCP-1911's face became increasingly pale.

Like a big girl with golden flowers being caught by a child and calling her mother, SCP-1911 was extremely panicked by the word "great-grandmother", and was already incoherent.

"I'm not great-grandmother, I'm not..."

If an uninformed person sees it, they will definitely say that this is elder abuse.But speaking of it, the effect is surprisingly good.

SCP-1911 harvested a grandson, which turned out to be a bunch of great-grandchildren. This is a surefire deal, but it just goes against SCP's memetic cognition.

"I... am really not a great-grandmother..."

In this way, accompanied by immature calls of "great-grandmother" one after another, SCP-1911 ran away from the door, not even taking away the tea sets left behind...

This is probably the victory of the "elders".

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On the other side, "" is still going on.For example... a certain Santiao Dao faction whose average age is against the sky.

Hearing that "grandmother" was coming, Jin Jian had been waiting at the door with great interest for two full days.

"Hey, Sanriyue... what does grandma look like?"

Jin Jian sat on the corridor with his knees in his arms, watching SCP-1911 jump around the door of Zuo Wenwen's dormitory where he refused to open the door, and couldn't help muttering.

"Well, Jinjian asked the wrong person." Mikazuki Zongjin blinked in distress, then looked down at Jinjian, "After all, grandpa and I don't have the impression that 'grandmother' exists either."

Kohomaru, who had been listening to Mikazuki Zongjin and Imai's conversation with his ears up all the time, turned his head lazily, "Don't worry about it... just something dispensable."

In short, after so many years, he still lives well without his "grandmother".

That's true, but it's not the same in principle.

"After Imaken said this, I, as a grandfather, became curious..." Mikazuki Zongjin was sitting cross-legged leisurely, holding a cup and looking very comfortable.

Basking in the sun, drinking tea, indirectly doing experiments and doing daily classes, this is the perfect old-age retirement life.

The so-called "grandmother" came, and the worst thing was that there was one more person basking in the sun with a teacup.

Sanri Yuezong thought very openly.

"And Honmaru already has a 'father'." Mikazuki Zongjin blew on the tea stalks floating on the tea soup, looked at the erected tea stalks, and smiled slowly.

I don't know how Karasuma-sama will react after seeing "Grandmother", but anyway——it's really exciting.

As soon as Mikazuki Zongjin thought of this, he narrowed his eyes happily. The weather was cool, and the teacup in Mikazuki Zongjin's hand slowly released the tea fragrance, which drifted away with a little unusual taste.

Everyone in the Santiao family makes tea differently, even if they use the same kind of tea, the tea made by Jinjian is always thinner, the tea soup is light and has no bitterness, only a faint aroma.

The Xiaohuwan tea is just the opposite. The tea soup is rich and brown-gold, full of bitterness in the mouth, and then full of sweet fragrance.

In short, they are all different... This is probably the insurmountable gap between a cold machine and a thinking person.

At this time, the invading SCP-1911 did not stop their invasion.

The first one to arrive was not the Sanjo house that I was looking forward to, nor the Xiao Karasuma's house that people who eat melons and swords love the most, but——

Yingmaru opened the sliding door, and what she saw was an uninvited visitor with white hair standing at the door.

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Is Minghu too aggressive...QAQ As the food producer of Minghu's first phase, I can't control myself...