[Three-year Class E] Asagao

The dark clouds had completely dissipated, and the light of the morning shone on the land of Xiaoyuan's house, and the golden edge of the eaves still had a moist luster.

The woman who ran down from the stands hugged her only son who had woken up tightly, and the maid quietly wiped away her tears.

For some reason, Xingzhi's eye sockets suddenly felt wet.

——Mom...are you watching too?

"Student Xingzhi." Suddenly a voice came from beside him.

"Ah, Teacher Kill." She raised her hand to tuck the corners of her eyes, then turned her head and asked, "Are you going back to Kunqiu?"

"Before answering your question..." With a few swipes, Xingzhi saw a lot of medical supplies out of thin air from Teacher Kill's tentacles in mid-air, and one of the tentacles pointed to her left hand that had stopped bleeding, "Let's do it first." Master, take a look at your wound."

... Teacher, did you bring the entire infirmary with you? !

Resisting the desire to complain in his heart, Xingzhi stretched out his left hand resignedly: "Then I will trouble the teacher."

Mach speed is extremely fast, but the pain of faint tearing caused by the material of the hairband and the adhesion of the wound cannot be ignored.

With his right hand, he clenched tightly the ghost bundle that had already been covered with cloth, and Xingzhi, who was quite used to this kind of pain, just frowned.

"Okay, done!"

Teacher Kill's shout of victory brought back her thoughts that were about to drift away. The girl saw the somewhat vulgar bandage bow on her palm, and the corners of her eyes twitched.

An octopus with a girlish heart is a bit scary no matter how you look at it.

"Also, today is Saturday, student Xingzhi." Pointing to the calendar that he took out from nowhere, Mr. Sha still grinned, "I'm going to help you with your missed homework, after all, Xingzhi It will probably be the final exam when Zhi comes back."

"Well, thank you Teacher Sha." Nodding thoughtfully, the girl who was about to say something was stopped by Hejiu who walked by, "Then..."

"After going through such a long farce, I really feel sorry for the teacher and this little gentleman. If you don't mind, would you like to stay overnight?"

Seemingly noticing the boy's reaction behind him, Mr. Kill narrowed his big eyes, and replied without hesitation: "Then I will interrupt."

However, no one knows what he is planning in his heart.

"What about Yejun?" Xingzhi poked his head to look at the red-haired boy who had been standing behind the teacher so far, and there seemed to be some other emotion hidden in the smile on his face.

It's a pity that Akabane turned his eyes away for some reason, put his hands behind his head, and replied lightly: "Huh? It's fine, I don't care."

Seeing this, she also looked back with interest, but the girl didn't notice that the place where the other party's gaze stayed was the field behind her.

"Then it's settled like this." He joined his palms together, and Hejiu ordered A Jiang beside him, "You settle Shirley well, and I'll take these two to the guest room."

Turning to the boy and girl in black suit on the other side: "Katano, what about you and Xingzhi...?"

Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and Yiye, who read the meaning in his sister's eyes, smiled and replied to his mother, motioning her to leave first: "We still have some things to deal with here, Mom, take the guests to rest first."

Nodding, there was still some worry in her eyes, but she still left the place with comforting smiles from both of them.

The red-haired boy was also half-pushed and dragged away by the killing teacher.

The two people who were drenched in the rainstorm were now exposed to the light but dazzling sunlight, and the sticky feeling on their bodies could not be ignored, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Stretching, Kazuno prolonged the syllable with a slightly complaining tone: "Ah, I really want to finish it earlier and go to bed—"

"You still have the nerve to say it." Wen Yan Xingzhi raised his hand and rubbed the other's purple-black hair vigorously, and said angrily, "You brat is just standing there, your sister and I have been tossing around all night."

"Hey hey yes yes." The young man smiled and avoided her clutches, "My lord sister has worked hard."

During the rare and relaxed fight, Xingzhi accidentally caught a glimpse of the same ring on Yiye's hand that was worn in the same position as herself, and she was angry and funny for a moment: "You boy..."

Following the girl's eyes, he paused for a moment, and Kazuno counterattacked without hesitation: "Sister, didn't you wear it yourself?"

"Don't talk about me yet." Swiping his index finger in front of the boy, Xingzhi rarely showed a mischievous smile, "You didn't answer me last time, which family's child is it? Let me meet another day?"

"Hmm..." Scratching her hair, she saw her younger brother's ears turn red gradually, "I will see you later, sister, don't ask!"

"Oh?" A meaningful syllable was deliberately elongated, and Xingzhi's narrowed eyes revealed a fox-like cunning, "Then I look forward to it."

——It's really rare, and I'm still shy, this kid.

"Kaka..." There was a noisy and indistinct sound from the huge machine that had been silent for a long time, as if it was a sign that the oil was running out.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Glancing at the old man on the mechanical bed, he temporarily handed the knife in his hand to Yiye, Xingzhi restrained his expression, and his tone became cold, "What are you going to do next? "

For some reason, intermittent sounds came from the machine that suddenly became chaotic, but it didn't feel as cold as before.

"not me……"

"Xingming... didn't proceed..."

Trying to raise his stiff arms, the old man's expression was a little distorted, as if he was struggling with something.

The moment she heard that name, Xingzhi's eyes widened suddenly, she rushed to his bedside, grabbed his hand firmly: "What did you say!"

Feeling the old man's hand convulsing uncontrollably in her palm, Xingzhi's heart was tightened little by little, and the heartbeat speeded up so much that it seemed that she couldn't breathe.

- Something is obviously different.

"Experiment... God of Death..."

The few words he squeezed out with all his strength were completely incomprehensible to Xingzhi at that time.

While feeling puzzled, she also unexpectedly saw that clear tears flowed from the old man's cloudy and godless eyes, and something cold and hard fell into the girl's palm from his loose rough hand.

Then there was a sudden loud noise, Xingzhi covered his ears subconsciously, watching a straight line drawn from the nearly collapsed electronic display.

The person on the bed had apparently stopped breathing.

Rubbing the thing in his hand, Xingzhi felt that it was a small metal key.

——Wait, this pattern...?

What she suddenly thought of was the only box among her mother's belongings that she took away, which could not be opened no matter what.

—what's in it?Why does the old man have a key in his hand?besides……

She was full of questions that could not be answered, and before she had time to sort out her thoughts, the strange changes in the ghost beam in Yiye's hand made her brain a little overwhelmed.

Katano tried to pull out Onizuka's blade through the cloth cover, but only the handle and scabbard remained of the entire blade, and the original deep purple blade was shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

After thinking for a while, Yiye came to his senses and looked at Xingzhi who was also frowning in disbelief: "Sister, could this be..."

Unable to withstand the suppression of the power of thousands of punishments, this is just a medium, not a real ghost bundle.

"Ah, it's a fake." Nodding, Xing Zhi clenched the key in his hand, and turned to look at the silent old man.

The two of them had the same question in their hearts, and the more they thought about it, the more frightened they became. Where is the real ghost now?

She remembered Shirley's murmurs to herself before she collapsed.

[It's not just me, the old man... is also a puppet. 】

——Everything is not over yet, or in other words, it is just the beginning for them.

Lowering her eyes, Xingzhi bit her lip subconsciously, she didn't really care what happened to herself.

I just hope that those people will not be involved again.

After dealing with the old man's follow-up matters, it was almost noon after the two of them finished washing.

After a short break, under Xingzhi's strong request, Teacher Sha started her sticky and intensive tutoring ahead of time.

Although Xingzhi wanted to complain about the name very much at first, he was obliterated by a large number of exercises later.

The other subjects are fine, but the most terrible thing is mathematics, which is the weakest subject. Almost every time Xingzhi ranks, mathematics holds the power.

Facing the math problem in front of her, she also had a rare bitterness and deep hatred.

"Ah—it's finally untied—" Stretching fiercely, Xingzhi fell on the tatami in her room, stretched her body, and felt much more refreshed.

"That's the end of today's tutoring, hahahaha." After tidying up the textbooks and test papers spread out on the table, the tentacle that killed the teacher gently patted her on the head, "Student Xingzhi also worked hard. "

"...Everyone must be working hard." Shaking his head lightly, Xingzhi sat up from the ground, "I can't hold back."

"Besides, this result is directly linked to the assassination."

Hearing that Mr. Sha was about to say something, he was interrupted by the slightly opened paper door behind him: "I'm sorry."

"Miss, Madam sent me a message." A Jiang, Hejiu's maid, who was kneeling outside the door, said in a gentle and humble voice, "Madam is going out to do some errands, ask Miss if she wants to go with her."

After thinking for a while, Xingzhi stood up from the futon, smiled at Ajiang and said, "Please tell Madam, I'll come right away."

"Yes."

Xingzhi stood in front of the mirror and straightened her small sleeves embroidered with exquisite patterns to avoid any inappropriateness.

Before leaving, she asked: "Is there anything you want to kill Teacher?"

As if anticipating her question, the yellow octopus responded without hesitation.

"That...if it's possible..." Rubbing his own tentacles, Mr. Kill quietly handed over a small note as if he was doing something unreasonable.

Xingzhi, who took the note, dropped a black line from his head.

The inner villain overturned a table.

"……I understand."

Due to his age, Xingzhi couldn't drive, so he had to obediently sit in the passenger seat.

With her chin propped up, she looked sideways at the scenery next to her and quickly moved back.

Under the feeling of familiarity, it is more obvious that there is a bit of strangeness and confusion.

After all, she hasn't been back for a long time.

Just as he was dazed in a daze, a slight, somewhat unpleasant snoring sound came from behind him.

Looking back, she found that the teenager in the back seat had already fallen asleep, she couldn't help laughing.

He Jiu saw the girl next to her couldn't help yawning, but found that there were already some obvious blue and red eyes under the eyes of the other party, she sighed: "There is still a while away from there, Xingzhi should also take a rest."

"It's really hard for you."

"En." Rubbing the ring on the ring finger of his left hand, Xingzhi smiled slightly, and closed his eyes in obedience to the overwhelming drowsiness.

There is nothing in the rare dark dreamland, but for Xingzhi, who has always had a very light sleep, it is rare and peaceful.

So, like Ichino, she slept all the way to her destination.

Slightly rolling up his sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Xing Zhi turned around and patted Yi Ye who was still in his dream: "Hey slacker, we're here."

"...Sister, you can't be gentle." Rubbing his eyes, Yiye, who reluctantly opened the car door and got out of the car, complained to Xingzhi.

Helping him pull the collar of the kimono, Xingzhi pursed the corners of his mouth: "I have to lighten it so that you can wake up before there is a ghost."

"..." In fact, he was also a wild boy who knew how difficult it was to wake him up, and he was deflated by success.

Their purpose this time is to prepare for the next series of things needed by the office. The general process is arranged by Kazuhiro, and Hoshieda and Kachino are apprentices as the acting head of the family and future heirs.

"Please, send it back to my home directly later." Xingzhi gave a few more instructions in a low voice as he handed the small note to the female slave beside him.

After bowing her body, the slave girl withdrew: "Yes, Master Patriarch."

Watching the woman go away, Xingzhi sat on the seat next to Yiye behind the long table, folded his arms and looked at Hejiu who was very busy not far away.

"Ten copies of this are missing, and there are five copies of this."

"And this, numerically..."

The two stared dumbfounded at the checklist that Kazuku quickly completed all the items within four to 10 minutes. While lamenting the resoluteness of their elders, they mechanically signed and stamped.

Another 10 minutes later, Yiye and Xingzhi held their hands that were about to cramp, and laid on the table without love.

With a trembling voice, Yiye said, "I think I'm going to die from signing too many..."

"Smelly brat, I have more documents here than yours..." Throwing away the seal in his hand, Xingzhi tried his best to look up from the signed things, lamenting that his hands were almost useless, and the use case was not yet ready. Such a tragic left hand gave a thumbs up to the teenager beside him, "But it's okay, everything will be yours from now on."

"...Sister, haven't you hurt me enough?" Yiye's expression was complicated.

Shrugging, Xingzhi rolled his eyes with a smile: "Maybe?"

After finishing his own affairs, Hejiu, who watched the two of them bickering, stretched out his hand with a smile, and each of them touched his head: "Thank you, is there any place you two want to go next?"

"I don't, I just want to die on the bed now..." The voice of a man buried in his arms was muffled, "Sister, what about you?"

"I'm going to go to Uncle's place, I put some things in his place before." After thinking for a while, Xingzhi suggested, "It's not far from my house anyway, so Auntie just drop me there by the way. "

"it is good."

A few hours later, Xingzhi standing under the huge plaque couldn't help lamenting the horror of the years.

The originally small facade in memory is almost unrecognizable now, ignoring the words "temporarily closed" on the sign, she opened the door directly.

Countless sharp knives are displayed on the gorgeous brocade in the store, and even the unsharpened knives reflect the cold air.

Although it is just an ordinary knife, it is known at a glance that it is a high-quality product.

"Sorry, guest, we are here today..." The middle-aged man who heard the voice coming out of the room froze suddenly when he saw the face of the girl in front of him, "You are..."

"Greetings from Jiushu." Folding his hands in front of him and bowing lightly, Xingzhi smiled, "Don't come here, Uncle."

Naturally, knowing the purpose of her trip, the man called Abo unambiguously took out a box wrapped in plain silk from the top shelf of the inner cabinet.

"Girl, do you want to make any marks?" While opening the package, he took out some tools and pushed them to Xingzhi's hand.

The silver light of the object in front of her was reflected in her dark brown eyes, and the girl raised the carving knife beside her without hesitation.

A slightly complicated Chinese character fell from the originally flat and smooth metal surface.