[Comprehensive] The male gods are reborn

In front of the bulletin board of Bingdi, students in twos and threes gathered around the front, discussing the result announcement of the calligraphy competition newly posted on it.

"The results of the calligraphy contest of the five schools have come out."

"No.1 must be Mochizuki Huali, who is in the first grade again. I heard that she is the favorite student of Mr. Nishijima, so it's no wonder."

"If you want me to say that the No.2 Kawasaki Riko is also pretty good."

Looking carefully at the announcement from top to bottom, Hirai Kanta, who was also standing in front of the notice board, also expressed his opinion, "Although he is the second child of Wannian, at least the top three Li Guanya are all taken by our Ice Emperor. "

"Boy, what did you say?"

A hand slapped heavily on the shoulder, so hard that Hirai Kanta almost thought his arm was going to be dislocated.

He frowned and turned his head reflexively to look behind him, and then he met a group of girls with raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows, looking at them with a vicious look.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the students who had gathered around the bulletin board consciously dispersed quietly.

"I, I didn't say anything..."

His legs trembled subconsciously, Hirai Kanta had no idea how he had offended the group of unscrupulous girls in front of him.

"I'm impatient to live, dare to arrange for our sister Li Zi!"

Standing at the front, Ikuko Maeda, who was wearing dark blue double ponytails, casually slapped her palms with a baseball bat, and bared her teeth threateningly at the gray crew-haired boy in front of her.

Then he turned his head and looked at the girl with purple curly hair standing in the middle of the group, who was obviously the eldest sister's head, and asked obediently, "Sister Lizi, how do you want to teach this kid a lesson?"

"Let him go."

Waving his hands peacefully, Riko Kawasaki narrowed his eyes, and tapped his chin on the calligraphy competition announcement on the bulletin board, "Besides, what he said is right, I am the second child of ten thousand years."

"Hmph, lucky you kid."

Ikuko Maeda shook the baseball bat in her hand, poked Kanta Hirai hard in front of her without politeness, stared and warned, "It won't be so simple next time, get out!"

"Hey, hey!" The gray-haired, crew-haired boy bowed and nodded, not daring to say anything at all, and then ran away quickly.

"Sister Lizi, how can you say that about yourself?"

Only then did Ikuko Maeda turn her face away, and retorted with righteous indignation on her face, "If you want me to say it's that Mochizuki flower pear, because she is a student of Teacher Nishijima, the judges are obviously biased towards her."

"There's no point in saying that."

Riko Kawasaki blew upwards the bangs scattered on her forehead, walked slowly to the notice board, and tore down the announcement of the result of the calligraphy competition.

Unhurriedly tearing up the pink notice with both hands and throwing it on the ground casually, Riko Kawasaki twitched the corners of his mouth and said flatly, "My calligraphy is indeed not as good as hers."

There was a pause in the action of hitting the palm of the hand with a baseball bat, Ikuko Maeda pursed her lips unhappily, but the expression on her face was already gloomy when she turned her head.

There were obvious sounds of exclamation and restlessness coming from the door of the classroom. Even the students in the class who were listening carefully to the class or deserting their errands subconsciously looked out the window, and then there was a burst of deliberately suppressed whispers.

"Okay, this is the end of this class, students."

Ignoring the noise coming from the door of the classroom, Hirao who was standing on the podium calmly closed the social textbook, looked down at the watch on his right wrist, "It's almost time, just get ready to ring the bell." After school."

Tucking the text under his arm, he walked out of the classroom without haste.

"Ah, that's right. I forgot to say that Mr. Murakami's speech in class today may not be satisfactory. I will visit the office after school."

The steps under his feet paused slightly, Hirao turned his head and looked at Murakami Kotoko who was sitting in the front row of the classroom and yawning silently with her lips covered, raised her long and narrow eyes slightly, and then continued to step out of the classroom door.

"This bastard actually used power for personal gain!"

Murakami Kotoko closed the social textbook heavily and stuffed it into the desk with a bit of indignation on her face. She turned her head and glanced at the scene outside the classroom shown on the window, and couldn't help but pat her deskmate lightly. On the shoulder of my friend, "Xiao Huali, Senior Atobe is waiting outside."

"It seems that I can't accompany you anymore, you can ask for blessings." Pushing up the black frame frame, Murakami Kotoko sighed, "I also want to ask for blessings."

Seeing her friend looking hopeless and sighing, Mochizuki Huali put down the homework she was writing in a bit dumbfounded, a slight smile appeared in her emerald green eyes, "What are you talking about Qinzi?"

……

The school bell rang soon after.

Seriously put the homework and stationery assigned in class into the schoolbag, ignoring the searchlight-like eyesight and whispered discussions in the class, Mochizuki Huali walked out of the classroom as usual.

"Pear."

The gorgeous and arrogant voice rang in the ear, and Mochizuki Huali looked up at Keigo Atobe's exquisite and handsome facial features.

Under the gradually setting sun, the slender young man leaned casually on the corridor in front of the classroom, his purple-gray hair seemed to be dotted with a satin-like luster. It was obviously a very ordinary gray-white school uniform of the Ice Emperor style. It just made him look like an aristocrat with a unique temperament.

He just stood there quietly, and he was able to grab everyone's attention in an instant. He was the well-deserved emperor of the Ice Emperor.

Mochizuki Huali kept her usual smile on her face, and greeted her gently, "Senior Jingwu."

Obviously, the upper three floors and the lower three floors of the corridor of the entire first-grade teaching building are already crowded with students who are looking around to watch the excitement.But at the door of the classroom where Atobe Keigo and Mochizuki Huali were located, it seemed as if the sound had been directly silenced, as if the sound of breathing did not exist.

"Didn't you say you were going to my house after school?"

Leaning down and touching the girl's long light golden hair affectionately, Keigo Atobe stretched out his hand and took the backpack carried by Huali Mochizuki by his side very consciously. The tenderness in the boy's dark blue eyes was almost full. Overflowing, "Master Ben came here specially to pick you up."

Shocked by Atobe Keigo's sudden intimate action, Mochizuki Huali's watery green eyes slightly widened, her fingertips pinched the corner of her skirt slightly stiffly, and the girl lowered her eyes, "...Thank you."

"You don't have to be so polite with me."

Seeing that the girl didn't refuse, Keigo Atobe's mood immediately rose a bit.

Habitually tapping the tear mole under the corner of his right eye, he put down his hand and suddenly held Mochizuki Huali's little hand hanging by his side unexpectedly.

The tips of the boy's ears hidden under the tips of his purple-gray hair couldn't help but turn slightly red, Keigo Atobe turned his head and coughed uncomfortably, "Then let's go."

Not to mention that the glass heart of the fans of the support group has long been shattered to pieces, and even the students watching the play were shocked by Keigo Atobe's high-profile declaration of sovereignty.

Bai Nen's cheeks were slightly hot, Mochizuki Huali shrank her hand subconsciously, trying to pull out the little hand held by the young man, "Senior Jingwu, can you..."

"No."

Knowing what the girl would say, Keigo Atobe squeezed Mochizuki Huali's soft palm lightly, slightly raised his delicate phoenix eyes like a proud cat, and said in a gorgeous voice, "My uncle is just exercising my right as a fiancé to be close to my fiancée."

Depressedly pursing her red lips, Mochizuki Huali realized that she really had nothing to say.

It's just that Atobe-senpai is too high-profile...