The room chief's sword doesn't want to go home today

The human-specific spray has no effect on Qingshou at all, and there is a burning pain from the place where he was hit, Qingshou silently picked up the red bean paste and ate it in small bites.

What will I do when I go to school tomorrow...

While taking a bath, Qingshou looked through the mirror and saw that there was a large bruise on his shoulder. It turned out that the sword body was impacted, and the damage would appear as bruises.

When fighting with Mr. Hat before, Qingshou paid attention to protecting the part where he was in contact with Mr. Hat with Wang Li, so there was no such trace at that time.

When he moved his arms, he could hear the sound of "creaking". If he was hit by Achi a few more times, he might really be broken.

After rinsing off the foam on his body, Qingshou sat in the bathtub already filled with water.

"Ah~ come alive~"

Taking a bath is really healing.

After taking a shower, Aomori put on the long autumn pajamas, buttoning it to the top, so as to avoid the scars from being seen by Munakata Reiji.

If Asi saw it, his impression of Achi might be even worse.

Climb onto the bed, wrap yourself into a round ball with a soft quilt, turn off the lights, and close your eyes.

When Munakata Reiji came back, he found that there was only a small cold lamp waiting for him.

Although it is said that he didn't even have a small lamp before Qingshou appeared, but can it be compared with before!

It's like after raising a cat, the master who waits for him to go home every day suddenly falls asleep first.

Is it easy to go from thrift to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality?

but,

"You worked hard today, Qingshou."

……

On Monday morning, under the tireless work of the alarm clock, Qingshou sat up slowly from the bed.

After a good night's sleep, I feel more tired in my body.

When I changed clothes, I checked the bruise again, it was fine, and there was no sign of it going away.

So, when everyone was wearing summer uniforms, Aomori put on his autumn uniform jacket, and quickly left the station under Munakata Reisi's thoughtful gaze.

Move your arms as you walk, trying to ignore the dull pain in your arms as you move.

He didn't want the bruises on his body to be discovered by everyone in the tennis club, otherwise he didn't know what terrible plots they would make up.

Fortunately, no one noticed his abnormality during morning exercises.

After the morning exercise, Qingshou waited until everyone had finished changing before entering the locker room. After confirming that there was no one inside, Qingshou quickly began to change clothes.

So absorbed in the eagerness to finish changing quickly that Qingshou didn't even notice the sound of the locker room door being opened.

"Are you going to fight brown bears in the mountains this weekend? Ahhh."

Aomori, who had just put on his uniform, froze for a moment, then turned around slowly, and met Atobe who was leaning against the door frame.

"Atobe... this, I..."

The brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about how to solve this matter, but before Qingshou could come up with a countermeasure, Atobe's sneer came.

"Is the country so powerless today that it needs a kid like you to protect it, ahhh."

He had also heard a little bit about what happened over the weekend, and combined with the scars on Qingshou's body, the facts were obvious.

How did the trace department guess right all at once!How to explain this.

It is his responsibility to protect the country?That would make Atobe even angrier.

This is his voluntary?It feels a little weird.

In fact, these are minor injuries?Not quite right either.

Aomori, who was brainstorming, once again ignored the gorgeous Atobe-san.

Atobe was agitated by Aomori's serious thinking, because he somehow didn't want others to find out about Aomori's strangeness, so he didn't even bring Huadi over.

"Are you on your medication?"

Qingshou: "Eh? No, but I don't..."

Stimulated by Aomori's upright attitude again, Atobe turned around and left.

"Follow up quickly."

With such a serious injury, they didn't even have medicine. Did they regard the supernatural being as a force machine without emotion?

Along with this, Atobe's impression of Reji Munakata became worse.

What kind of parents don't even give medicine to their children after they are injured, and Qingshou's attitude seems to be very problematic, and they keep hiding when they are injured. What kind of education is this? That's why!

Aomori: I always feel that Atobe is thinking too much, but I can't tell him the real situation, alas.

The two directly skipped the first class in the morning. At first, Qingshou wanted to raise an objection, but Atobe stared back at him as soon as he said a word.

When he came to the agency office, Atobe unskillfully found the ointment and spray for bruises from the locker.

Signaling Aomori to sit on his special sofa, Atobe studied with the ointment in one hand and the spray in the other.

Sitting stiffly on the soft sofa, Aomori watched Atobe approaching him uneasily, and the sight of his own little white mouse made him restless.

"Spray on the affected area and rub it for 10 minutes, rub it?"

If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have let Huadi leave first!

"Okay, take off your clothes first." Atobe took out a pair of sterile gloves from nowhere, and commanded with his hands raised very professionally.

Qingshou obediently unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his thin upper body, and Atobu let out a dissatisfied "tsk" at his body full of scars.

Then Atobe picked up the spray, pointed it at Aomori, and pressed the switch suddenly.

"嗞----"

Soon Qingshou was "rinsed" by the spray, looking at his slightly wet pants and the high-end sofa under his body which was completely stained by the smell of the spray.

Feeling the smell rushing wantonly in the nasal cavity, Qingshou raised his head and said seriously: "It seems that I have sprayed too much."

Atobe's face was cold and expressionless.

"Don't move around, the ointment will be applied next."

At the moment when the sticky ointment came into contact with his own skin, Qingshou couldn't help wondering: Is this procedure correct?

Strictly speaking, if you really need to use medicine, maybe knife oil will be more useful.

Then, Qingshou felt like a piece of pork waiting to be slaughtered, being rubbed back and forth, and when the sauce soaked into it, it could be used to make delicious food.

I don't know how to describe Atobe's technique. If I really want to give a vivid explanation, it's like asking a jewelry designer who specializes in fine and delicate work to switch to blacksmithing.

The long 10 minutes finally passed.

Qingshou looked at him with a bitter face and disgust, and Atobe also showed a slight dislike.

Under the two people's feet, an empty bottle of spray and a completely deflated ointment silently recounted what happened here just now.

Wiping his finger on his body, the sticky feeling made Qingshou wonder if he was going to turn into a slug.

Atobe looked at his "masterpiece" with a complicated expression. It was a true portrayal of him now that he seemed to do bad things out of good intentions.

"Go home." He said, there is no way to go to class like this.

"Yeah." Qingshou nodded, he'd better go back and take a shower and change clothes before coming back.

As the president of the student union, Atobe quickly helped Aomori get the leave slip. Although Aomori said that he could come back to class after changing his clothes, Atobe insisted on arranging a whole-day vacation for him.

"Do you want to enjoy Grandpa Ben's gorgeous service again?"

Aomori: "Okay, I'll go home, thank you Atobe."

……

So Qingshou reluctantly put on his uniform, and returned to the station stiffly.

"Hey, why did Qingshou come back, did you forget your textbook?"

The member on duty at the gate looked at Qingshou and asked suspiciously.

"Wait, what's this smell?"

After Qingshou approached, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of traumatic ointment in the air, combined with reality, he walked up to Qingshou nervously, "Is Qingshou injured?"

Qingshou shook his head wearily, "It's nothing, the spray in the club was overturned, and it sprayed me all over, please come back and change after taking leave."

Spray, knock over?

Confused today.

Taking advantage of the fact that few people noticed that he was back, Qingshou quickly ran back to the room to take a shower.

After staying in the bathroom for more than an hour, Qingshou came out with his uniform that smelled of medicine, raised his hand and smelled it, and could still vaguely smell the smell.

"Did something happen at school?"

It was Reiji Munakata who returned home after receiving the news. The window of the living room was wide open, as if he wanted to let the smell out of the room.

"Actually, it's the kindness of my classmates..."

Aomori thought about it, and finally told Munakata Reisi honestly about the whole incident.

After seeing the scar on Aomori's shoulder and back, Munakata Reisi's eyes darkened.

Suddenly want to go to Zhou Fang to discuss it again.

After getting dressed, Qingshou tugged La Zongxiang Rishi's sleeve, "It's okay, as long as you take good care of it, it will be fine soon."

As for the sword, if you use it frequently, it will definitely be damaged.

Hearing what he said, Munakata Reishi held his chin and thought for a while.

"Then I'll ask someone to buy some knife oil."

Qingshou: ...Do you humans like to put things on other people so much?

After much tossing, Qingshou escaped the treatment of rubbing his body with knife oil.

Seeing that Munakata Reisi had the intention to send the documents back home for approval, Aomori quickly stopped his dangerous idea.

"If Asi is worried about me, I can go to the office with you."

"Has the school asked for leave yet?"

Munakata Reisi stood up, expressed his agreement to Aomori's proposal with actions, and turned around to ask.

"Well, Atobe asked for help."

Walking to the head's office, Qingshou received a lot of questions on the way, and most of them expressed surprise that he appeared here during class time.

To this, Reiji Munakata replied: "There are some things that need to be discussed with Qingshou."

One sentence dismissed all curious people.

Seeing Reiji Munakata start working, Qingshou looked around and felt around, and finally found Reiji Munakata's jigsaw puzzle from the locker by the wall, took it to the small tea room and started playing.

Here they live comfortably, while on the other side, the supreme VIP detention room of the youth group.

Zhou Fangzun rubbed his forehead in pain, he felt that he and Chi Jian were really same-sex repulsion, and the severity was much worse than that hypocritical guy with Mongxiang.

After Qingjian left, this guy kept provoking himself as if he had eaten meth, and turned the world of consciousness shared by the two of them upside down, and because the current power of the two of them has been suppressed, no matter how noisy they are, they can't It will not affect the safety of others.

The result of this is that the statues responsible for maintaining order completely ignored them and allowed the two of them to hurt each other.

Zhou Fangzun, who felt his brain was taken over by a hundred fighting geese: "Don't bother me." '

Chi Jian: 'Cut, useless guy. '