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

Although Aomori said that he can continue to investigate the Izona Club, but for him, the current priority is to study.

When he came to school with his schoolbag on his back, Qingshou went to the classroom to put away his schoolbag as usual, then changed into his sportswear and walked to the tennis court.

First, I checked my duelist for today, but found that there was no one on it.

He raised his head and looked around, all the main candidates were doing their warm-up exercises in an orderly manner.

So what are you going to do today?

Standing in front of the bulletin board, Qingshou studied it carefully, and found that he was not mentioned at all.

"This week you just need to do a good job of data logging."

Aomori turned around when he heard the voice, "Atobe?"

Is it because he is worried about his body? Atobe is really a caring minister.

However, Qingshou has almost recovered now, although there are still some bruises left, but it will definitely not affect his movements.

"actually, I…"

Aomori made a sound to tell Atobe that he was actually ready for the practice match.

But before he finished speaking, Atobe's eyes swept over him coldly.

"Ah, actually you? Remember this is my uncle's Ice Emperor, not some inhuman supernatural organization."

Leaving these words behind, the proud young man left gracefully.

Qingshou: "...Okay."

But Scepter4 is not some inhuman supernatural organization.

Although Atobe suddenly arranged Qingshou out of the practice list, although the main players were puzzled, they all accepted it well.

Probably Qingshou's health is not very good recently, I heard that he took a day off yesterday.

……

The morning exercise is over, and the day's course study officially begins.

The first class of Class A for three years is Chinese. Qingshou’s Chinese teacher is a very young lady. Her classroom atmosphere is very lively.

The class bell rang, and after the daily teacher-student etiquette, the teacher turned around and wrote a few large characters on the blackboard: I want to...

"Dangdang! Our lesson today is to start with 'I think...' and complete a short essay."

"Give full play to your imagination, you can write about future dreams, short-term goals, or just a whimsical brain hole, the teacher welcomes all!"

"Okay, students, let's move quickly."

Qingshou took the composition paper, picked up a pen and wrote "I think" on it.

What does he want?

Scratching his head with a pen in his hand, countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

etc!A small bright yellow light bulb lights up above his head, and that's it!

"I want to be the head of Scepter4."

Qingshou, who was still thinking hard just now, picked up the brush and wrote the title with a few strokes.

"It's not a very good job to be the head of Scepter4, but it means a lot to me."

"If you can become the head of the office, the first thing to do is to revise the overtime system. Working around the clock, even if you are a civil servant within the establishment, it is very unreasonable."

"The second is to open the weekly variety show viewing day. Although national affairs are very important, entertainment is also a part that cannot be discarded at will."

"Thirdly, regarding the design of women's uniforms, they cut corners too much..."

"Fourth, open a dance practice room for Scepter4 and Barbara, otherwise it's too unsightly for everyone to always battle on the street."

"Fifth, regarding the daily drink, if you drink too much tea, you will suffer from insomnia. It is best to replace it with hot milk or sweet juice."

"Sixth, set up a daily complaint about glasses, I hope Asi can work hard to compete for this position..."

……

As soon as he started writing, Qingshou was full of wit and ideas, and with a few strokes, he filled a page to its brim.

The deskmate Renzu: Is this person a typewriter?

After looking at my small composition, I only wrote one-third of it. I don't know how much Atobe wrote.

Thinking of this, Shinobu's gaze uncontrollably turned to Atobe across the aisle.

I saw this old man wearing gold-rimmed plain glasses, sitting upright and dignified, and writing slowly with a delicate quill pen.

Sensing Shinobu's gaze, Atobe turned his head and raised an eyebrow at him.

'Ah, are you fascinated by my grandpa's gorgeous writing? '

Shinobu: Sorry to bother you.

During the eye contact between the two, Qingshou had already finished his composition.

Checked it out again and it's great!

As for the Scepter4 and Barbara mentioned in it, this kind of urban legend exists, and it is estimated that some of his classmates will also mention Barbara.

After all, that is the head of the legendary Tokyo gangster organization!

Qingshou said that there is no need to worry that the teacher will doubt his identity.

Noticing that Qingshou seemed to have finished his creation, the teacher walked to Qingshou's table softly.

"Can I show the teacher?"

"Of course, please."

After quickly reading Qingshou's composition, the teacher gave Qingshou an encouraging look.

Although it is a bit incomprehensible, it does not prevent the teacher from offering encouragement to Qingshou.

The thinking is clear and organized. From every point of subdivision, it can be seen that Qingshou is very serious and thinking in his own shoes.

Munakata-kun is really a considerate child~

The teacher looked at Qingshou lovingly, and at the next parent-teacher meeting, let Mr. Munakata also read Qingshou's works.

Qingshou who knows nothing about the future: Why do I suddenly have an ominous premonition!

……

There is a good saying, as long as you devote yourself to what you are doing, the flow of time will automatically speed up.

Before you know it, it's Friday again.

Saturday is the lottery for the Kanto Contest. Under normal circumstances, the candidates who go there are a fixed combination of Atobe and Kawachi.

But this year has changed compared to before, Atobe's little follower is no longer Huadi alone.

"Qingshou will go with me tomorrow."

The crowd heard their King declare thus.

Has Huadi fallen out of favor?

Honest and honest follower Huadi: "Usu."

In fact, Atobe just wanted to give Aomori a reason not to participate in the actions of those supernatural beings. It seemed that something important had happened in the past few days, and his father called him to remind him.

He's obviously just a brat, yet he has to shoulder such a heavy mission.

Are those adults just decorations?

Hearing Atobe's arrangement, Aomori froze for a moment and said that he would be there on time.

At present, there is no abnormality in the Izona society, and the key silver king has not yet appeared. As long as the most unstable red king does not have any problems, everything is still under control.

So it's just a draw for a tennis match, Qingshou is perfectly fine.

The location of the lottery this time was set at the Lihai University Affiliated Middle School in Kanagawa. That was Lihai, the king who had achieved fourteen consecutive victories in the Kanto Contest and two consecutive victories in the National Contest.

Sitting in the car of Atobe's house, Aomori looked at Li Haida's official election information, and couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Li Haida's honor.

This is a really great team.

"The champion of this year's national competition must be the Ice Emperor led by my uncle."

Atobe next to him suddenly said such a sentence, and after he finished speaking, he gave Qingshou a threatening look, signaling that the other party should not let others' ambition destroy his prestige.

It's a pity that the support team is not here at this time.

When getting out of the car, Qingshou suddenly had the feeling of being watched maliciously.

He looked around vigilantly, but apart from the students coming and going, there was no suspicious person.

"what happened?"

Atobe, who was still in the car, didn't feel the malice, but when he saw Aomori's sudden defensive posture, he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

After confirming the surrounding people again and again, Qingshou waved his hand and said that he was just wrong.

But whether there is a mistake or not, only Qingshou himself knows.

That trembling feeling like being watched by a poisonous snake lurking under the rotten leaves.

Qing Shou will definitely not feel wrong.

But now they are still at the gate of the campus where people come and go, presumably the other party will not be bold enough to make a move in such a place.

Under the guidance of the members of the Lihai Tennis Club, they came to the auditorium where the lottery was drawn.

Regardless of Qingshou's resistance, Atobe went straight to the most central seat and sat down. This kind of sense of the emperor's vision of being alone made Qingshou who followed behind him couldn't help but cover his face.

After representatives from all schools arrived, the draw officially began.

The representatives of the schools whose names were called went to the stage to draw lots one by one. Before they read Bingdi, the exaggerated performance of the representatives of a middle school named Yinhua in front of them made the audience burst into laughter.

I thought I avoided a difficult opponent, but met the ultimate boss that should have been in the last level.

From heaven to hell, maybe this is the arrangement of fate.

"Next, Ice Emperor Academy."

In response, Atobe stood up, walked towards the podium, and casually put his hand into the lottery bucket, and when he took it out, there was already a small note with a number on it.

"number 15."

Atobe read the number above.

On the 15th... Aomori looked at the blackboard, and the corresponding opponent was Tokyo Youth Academy.

……

After the lottery was over, each school made it clear who their opponents were in the first match, and there was a strong smell of violence in the venue.

Qingshou: Well, friendship comes first, competition comes second.

After the exchange between Atobe and the director of the Youth Academy, they slowly walked out of the campus.

The driver who received the news in advance had already parked the car at the designated parking spot.

Just when Qingshou had just stepped forward with one foot, he suddenly noticed that the side face of the driver seemed a little strange.

The movement of getting into the car suddenly stopped.

"Wait…"

Just when Aomori was about to let Atobe get out of the car first, the driver in front suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and in an instant the luxury car rushed out like an arrow from the string, and at the same time the baffle between the front seat and the rear seat slowly rose.

Clasping the door frame with both hands, Qingshou threw himself into the car with all his might before being thrown out.

"Kidnapped."

Atobe: Why can't I hear the slightest sense of tension from your tone at this time!

"Should we escape now or wait until the car stops? Should we call the police? Ah, there is no signal in the car. Are you thirsty, Atobe?"

Aomori first knocked on the car door next to him, which seemed to be not very stable, then took out his mobile phone but found that there was no signal, and finally picked up a bottle of non-alcoholic champagne and shook it in front of Atobe.

Asked by Aomori, Atobe, who suddenly became less nervous, opened his mouth.

"Have a drink."