[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

"So, this is your dinner?"

The subway during rush hour is almost squeezed into a huge can of sardines. In the slightly drunk weather in early summer, I forgot to put it in the refrigerator, so the road was rotten and sour. Floating, pushing and shoving are people, people, people.Chie Takeuchi stood awkwardly by the car door from the beginning to the end. When passengers came in, she was taken to the center by the crowd. When passengers got off, she was wrapped in her coat and handbag and rushed outside.With her hands in her pockets, she couldn't catch the poles, and there was no need for them. Such a tight crowd, with their hearts on their backs and their toes on their toes, was stingy with even the chance to breathe, so naturally they wouldn't give her room to fall.

The residence is a full ten stations away from Bingdi.

Qian Zhi felt that her soul had already flown to the ceiling, and she was commanding her with disgust and indifference, dragging her broken sack-like body up the stairs bit by bit.In the apartment building, there was the smell of smoke and fire from someone cooking. She suddenly fell from the world into the world. She was still a little dazed. She squeezed the last bit of strength and stepped on the fourth floor. She took out the key and opened the door.

"I'm back--"

She was greeted with a hollow, shabby echo.

He collapsed on the sofa with his schoolbag on, his pale cheeks turning rosy little by little.She turned over sickly, her arm touched the button of the remote control, and with a soft "pop", the TV was turned on.

Two comedians were performing comics, she stared blankly at the flickering screen, unable to find a laughing point.

A voice suddenly came from the schoolbag beside him.

"You're finally home." After a short pause, "Since your home is so far away from the school, why don't you just apply for a dormitory?"

As if she had never heard of it, she just turned her head without saying a word, buried her face in the cushion, and isolated the TV soundtrack and applause from her soul.One hand moved, resting lightly on the stomach, massaging the empty stomach.

So hungry.

So he turned over and sat down, determined to get up and cook.Standing up slowly from the sofa, unexpectedly, the moment he opened his legs, he was hit by a whirlwind. The fluorescent lamp above his head was hanging there, and the light was direct, and Qianzhi stabilized his feet in a daze.

"In order to keep you from being discovered by others," he said rubbing the center of his brows, "thank you for this self-sacrifice, Atobe-kun."

However, what is regrettable is that when she took him out of the dark schoolbag out of good intentions and was about to let him breathe, facing her steaming dinner, the first sentence Atobe Keigo blurted out , actually burning with merciless criticism.

"Ah, that's right." Warm palms pressed against her stomach again and again, she buried her face in the steam, and slowly opened the fork.

"Three meals a day are instant noodles. Although the taste and brand are different, no one told you that eating these things often will only lead to malnutrition?"

The noodle soup with too many spicy seasonings choked her eyes and blurred her tears: "No. Besides—who said I was malnourished? I am of average height even in the class."

"Well, yes," Atobe paused silently, "A 1.6-meter-five airport, I really don't understand what you can be proud of with your flat body."

"Kego Atobe, don't forget that you are still living under the fence ==##!!"

It is actually very simple to teach Keigo Atobe, who is now a pen, to reform himself and become a new person.

The next day.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Qian Zhi quickly packed up her textbooks, put on her schoolbag, pulled away her chair, got up and rushed out the back door.The movement was too big, almost knocking down a row of tables and chairs. The student on duty purposely held up the broom behind and sighed, chasing her all the way with an earth-shattering voice.

Qian Zhi skipped three steps in a row, put her cold hands on her waist, and took a belated breath as she walked through the crowd.

"It hurts—"

Finally rushed into the stationery store by the platform before the subway arrived.She plunged into the fully opened air-conditioning, the corners of her clothes fluttered, and there was a burst of sweet fragrance in the early summer air.

"Bring a bottle of ink, please—"

The salesperson leaned down, opened the glass cabinet, and pushed the plastic mirror frame that a house girl must have: "What brand? PILOT or...?"

She smiled shyly, stretched out her hand and gestured, "Three cans of different brands of ink, just pick the one that is cheaper—well, the less flashy the better!"

The schoolbag hung quietly on her shoulders. She unzipped the zipper and happily put three cans of ink into it.Facing the salesperson's sizing up with great interest, paying the bill, giving change, leaving, and even struggling to squeeze into the can of sardines, there is still a trace of unsatisfied satisfaction in the corner of the mouth.

Where is this Chie Takeuchi who is always frightened and always on guard in the classroom.

It's clearly a little fox.

However, the Atobu was unaware of this.As a pen, although he didn't need to eat, and he avoided the indiscriminate bombardment of all kinds of flat instant noodles under Qianzhi's command, he also needed to replenish ink to maintain energy—so, when Qianzhi frantically unscrewed the pen cap , and committed crimes against the wind and scribbled for 10 minutes in the physics class until the ink ran out and the teacher had no choice. Due to the artificial lack of physical strength, he fell into a deep sleep.

very good.At least he escaped the evening rush hour subway where the conductor turned him into a creepy version of a bumper car.

but……

When the warm and cool liquid was slowly sucked up with the regular squeeze of the ink sac and injected into the cavity, his consciousness gradually broke away from chaos.Heart, spleen, stomach, liver and lungs, the whole person seemed to be soaked in this thick ink color. The next second, the pen in Qianzhi's hand suddenly trembled violently——

"Chie Takeuchi! Where did you dig this ink?!"

With an earth-shattering sneeze, Qianzhi's arm shook violently, and she could only watch as she gnawed. The man and the ink that had been poured in before were all squeezed out in one go. The action was rough and unceremonious, and her desktop was also stained by splashed ink. It's a mess--

"It's just a mixed version of low-quality ink—wait a minute, Atobe-san, you can't play like this! I have to wear my school uniform tomorrow, and how can I go to school if you get it dirty? Hey, hey, stop—"

As smart as she was, she decisively let go of the pen in her hand while shouting loudly, took a step back, and jumped two meters away.

A tooth for a tooth Atobu suddenly found that his childish burden had not been halfway through, and the fingers that were holding him tightly and trembling had already loosened. He stayed in the air for a moment, and fell down unexpectedly in the next second. , weightless all the way, the air whistling upstream, blowing past the ears, rolling up the whistling wind, until——

"Snapped".

He fell into a pool of unknown liquid with a far more complicated smell than before.

"Ahhh—so you drugged this bottle of ink? Just want to poison me to death with such bad taste and methods?!"

However, Qianzhi, who was hiding behind the chair, seemed to have never heard of this.

She poked her head out cautiously, quickly glanced at the nagging Abe, her eyes fell on the mess on the table, her face was haggard for a long time, and then she let out a breathless sigh.

"Damn, this damn place is not clean. Master Atobe, quickly show your sharp pen tip and kill me, we will stop fighting."

Keigo Atobe was covered with strange-tasting ink all over his body. At this moment, he could only observe Chie Takeuchi a few steps away through the surviving pen cap.

By the way, after removing the ink sac, his body was divided into three parts: the cap, the barrel, and the ink sac, but his consciousness could move freely through it. He vaguely thought of some kind of cockroaches that survived for 9 days after being decapitated, and died after 9 days because of excessive hunger.

Swallowing the stench that surged all the way to the esophagus, Atobe straightened his face slightly—even though he is a pen, it is still in a state of parts at the moment, and he doesn’t know where his internal organs and face are going—“Until now So far you have finally said something human, anyway, don’t worry about this table, get me out first and then talk!”

"I don't want it." The guy on the floor turned over and faced him with the same "big" character.

"Ah, what did you say?!" Atobe's face turned blue—if he had a face.

"I say, for your...well, request, I'm sorry, I reject it." The girl tossed herself on the spotless floor like a fried egg, and finally, in the anger of the other party's crackling veins I got up slowly, "I'm going to make myself a delicious meal first. After all, the 1.6-meter-five airport has no future, right? So I'll come back to save you when I'm able to replenish my nutrition. Let's be in the heat of the water <(*￣▽￣*)/」

The kitchen light was flicked on, and her head popped out from the open door: "So before that, sir, you should soak there first. If you don't take a shower for a few days, you will get lice on your body, yooooooo~"

Therefore, Chie Takeuchi is the woman at the top of the food chain.