my wife prison temple

On Monday morning, there was no sign of prison temple in the school, he was still sleeping on the bed.

Yuki came to the school very early today, and went to the principal's office alone to ask for leave for the prison temple. The reason for the leave was that he had a fever, and he might have to rest for a week.

The principal was a little hesitant about this, but in the end he just replied "Understood", and let Yuuki go back to the classroom.

How serious is it to ask for a week off with a fever, and the principal guessed from Yuuki's expression that there is something hidden in it, but it's hard to judge whether his guess is consistent with the facts.

When Yuuki returned to the classroom, the students still didn't know about the request for leave, and even the English class representative just thought that the teacher was late, and didn't take the matter of the vacant seat to heart.So, the morning was calm, everything was as usual, and passed through peacefully.

In the afternoon English class, the English teacher from the next class came in, which aroused the surprise of the students. After learning from the substitute teacher that the teacher was sick and asked for leave, most of them showed obvious loss and worry on their faces.

After that, Yuuki heard the whispers of the people around her——

"Are you alright, Master Prison?"

"I don't know if anyone will take care of him..."

"Teacher Prison Temple is sometimes stupid, do you forget to take medicine?"

……

"I said, let's go ask the address of Mr. Prison Temple, and visit him together~"

As a result, Yuuki's face was covered with black lines, so it's okay to ask them to visit, then it would be discovered that she was "living together" with him!However, even though she was anxious, she couldn't think of a way to stop it, so she could only be anxious.

Until school was over, Yuuki lived in anxiety.Fortunately, the students did not ask about the address of the prison temple in the end, so they gave up their plans to visit and started making rehabilitation gifts.

Prison Temple was not idle either. After half a morning of leisure, the injury on his hand was almost healed. Although it still looked a little scary after taking off the bandage, it was inconvenient to do things with a thick bandage all the time, so After he changed the dirty bandage, he didn't put it on again.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, his cell phone rang suddenly.

There are only three people in this world who know his number - Hideo Ichise, the principal and Yuki Hasegawa.

Sitting up from the bed, he took the mobile phone beside him and opened it, the caller ID showed Hasegawa's name, the boredom on the prison temple's face was swept away, and he immediately became interested, and he connected the phone with some nervousness and anticipation .

"Sir, are you free now?"

"Yes." Originally, he wanted to wait for the other party to speak, but Yuji couldn't hold back and asked, "Is the communicator repaired?"

"Well, I think it's fixed, but it seems that I can't use it... If you can pick it up today, come here."

"Then I'll be there around 1pm."

"Okay, I'll tell the security about your coming, then I won't bother you, see you at 1."

After hanging up the phone, Gokuji went downstairs to prepare lunch, and after a simple settlement, he went to Hasegawa's company.

Even if the communicator was repaired, it would be impossible for Hasegawa Yuki to use it. This is something that Yuji knew early on.Because, the communicator works with the help of dead air flames.It is possible to create the miracle of traveling through time and space through the special energy of death air inflammation. This is an inference derived from Bailan's super-flame ring transmission system, and finally confirmed the feasibility by the talented scientists of Pengo Li.Of course, the risk of space-time travel is greater than the risk of space travel, and it increases geometrically.

Taking a car to the base of the building, there are slightly fewer people in the business district on weekdays than on weekends, but there are still people coming and going, and it is very lively.

The two security guards in front of the gate were deeply impressed by the silver-haired prison temple, so they didn't try to intercept him this time, and let him in directly.

Yuji took the elevator directly to Hasegawa's office. He arrived a little earlier than the agreed time. It was just after 12:3, and Hasegawa was not in the office. Guji thought that he might have gone to eat, so he sat Waiting on the couch.

As a result, this wait was one afternoon. The new project Hasegawa was in charge of encountered some problems, and he had been busy in another studio, forgetting about the Prison Temple. When he finished today's work and returned to his When I was in the office, I was surprised to see Guisi sitting there with a dark face.

Hasegawa's apology and explanation were cut short by the prison temple. After asking for the communicator, the prison temple looked a little better, thanked him briefly, and left.

This is not unreasonable, Prison Temple has more considerations.It's almost time for Yuuki to leave school. If you stay here for too long, Yuuki may notice that he didn't rest peacefully, which will lead to unnecessary worries or quarrels. The prison temple has no time to care about these things. Trouble should be avoided as much as possible.

Returning home as quickly as possible, Prison Temple went upstairs and returned to the room and began to inject death qi into the communicator.

When the communicator was surrounded by a soft red halo, the green indicator light in the center lit up, and it seemed that it had indeed been repaired.

Prison Temple pressed the button on the left side of the communicator, and a slight barking sound came from the communicator. He tried to ask: "Johnny II, can you hear me?"

After a long time, there was still only a slight barking sound, so he asked again into the communicator: "Johnny II?"

He didn't get a response twice, and the prison temple squeezed the communicator with a little force, the smile on his face was slightly distorted, and he said: "Damn, if you want to let me know what nonsense you are doing, you must definitely It’s your fault that you didn’t reply to my words…”

He glanced at the working communicator twice, and when he wanted to make some more attempts, Yuuki's calling came from downstairs, so he had no choice but to put down what he was doing and deal with that temper-loving lady first.

"Miss, you are back."

"Yeah." Yuuki handed the schoolbag to Yuji, and seeing that he was using his left hand, he asked worriedly, "Your hand... is it alright?"

After Yuuki finished asking, she seemed very embarrassed, lowered her head and quickly walked past the prison temple, and walked into the kitchen to drink a bottle of water.

"It's healed, look." Gokuji held his schoolbag, and when he walked through the kitchen, he reached out to show Yuuki his wound—it had indeed healed.

When Jagoji went upstairs to put away his schoolbag and went downstairs to put on his apron and go to the kitchen to cook, Yuuki was already lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested.

The two chatted alternately at the dining table. Although Yuuki already knew about the recovery of Gokuji's injury, she didn't ask him to go to school tomorrow. She was worried about being seen by others. After the wound, the prison temple will find it difficult to explain and then tell the whole thing.

At this time, Yuuki didn't notice that she was very concerned about living with Gokuji.

Dinner time finally passed, and there was a slight chill in the air after nightfall.

Two people, one big and one small, started the usual education time. The moon peeked from the east and gradually rose to the middle of the sky. The two figures in front of the window hadn't moved much.

The sky was full of stars shining, and the brilliance always felt that it faintly foreshadowed something, which made people look forward to but regretted.

After the prison temple finished the theoretical teaching with a lower level of obscurity, it was already midnight, and he returned to his room and lay on his back on the bed.

When I was about to fall asleep, there was an illusory and ethereal sound from somewhere in the room——

"Ju... Temple Lord? Prison Temple Lord, can you...can you... my words?"

That voice can never be wrong.

A wit in the prison temple suddenly sat up from the bed, looked at the table, and said in a low voice and surprise: "Judaime..."

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