[Net King] Feeding rules for the pen male god

"Just add an auxiliary line to this kind of graphics, and then use Helen's formula, a woman who is not gorgeous."

"Has no one taught you the theorem of equal time circles? No...? Cough, then I will show you the hard way."

"I've never met a guy who doesn't even match the redox reaction equation, Chie Takeuchi, are you an idiot?"

She smiled and tore up the monthly exam paper in her hand.

Then gaze down at the score on the upper right.

With a full score of 100, she scored 89, which is a full [-] points higher than the last monthly exam.

Since the reconciliation that night, Keigo Atobe's spurs full of disgust filled her life again.From the spelling of a single word to the recitation of the historical chronology, even when she refused to cook because she came home late and chose instant noodles to make up the number, he would yell "not gorgeous" and "not gorgeous" for a long time until Chie Takeuchi, who was overwhelmed by the disturbance, got up obediently, put on an apron, took out vegetables from the refrigerator, and surrendered.

"Hey, Atobe-san. If your team members know that their chief has turned into a nagging housekeeper after the full popularity attribute, will they come up and fight me with a racket? It's scary to think about it. .”

She lightly rubbed the pen barrel which was as black as ink.Under the desk lamp, Keigo Atobe was exhausted from excessive writing last night and fell into a deep sleep.

A corner of Qianzhi's heart suddenly became soft.

She unscrewed the newly purchased ink bottle, gently removed the ink sac, and squeezed it regularly until the bottom of her fingertips gradually became warm, the ink filled the cavity, and another guy's long breathing was heard in the room Voice.

One after another, the tide rises and falls, beating, as if hearing the sound of the waves.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Atobe." She greeted the pen in her hand, her eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, like an innocent child.

Atobe's voice after waking up was rarely hoarse and lazy, and it was a bit sexy that didn't match his age.That excellent insight was because he didn't find the violent associations in Qianzhi's heart that didn't match his age. He just paused, felt the breath in his abdomen silently, and suddenly smiled, "Why, I finally remembered to give my uncle something to be normal." Are you out of ink? Or have you sold out of your weird dark cooking version?"

Qianzhi nodded seriously: "It's more than that. The clerk said that there will be no more production in the future. Who told that factory to close down... Or, young man, can you support it with money?"

"... Forget it. There is no such thing as 'trading at a loss' in my dictionary."

After dinner, she took a shower with hot water for 1 minute, cold water for 1 minute and warm water for 1 minute. Chie seldom used the bathtub, and Keigo Atobe didn’t have a shower at all in his home.She wrapped the bones and skin of her whole body in the extravagant one-minute warm water, thinking to herself, this is probably the difference between people.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed with wet hair, Chie folded New Concept English three upside down on the quilt, muttering, and was disgusted by Keigo Atobe several times because of her substandard pronunciation.

"Hey," she threw away the book, rolled her eyes and poked the pillow and lay down obediently, Keigo Atobe, "If you hit me a few times, you will die?"

He snorted, and Qianzhi thought that if this development continues, he might really say "yes" in a non-surprising way, so he hurriedly changed the subject, for the sake of his only remaining face:

"By the way, Atobe-san, are you free tomorrow?"

As expected, Keigo Atobe was about to laugh at her, but before he could say anything, he was cut back roughly, so he almost rolled off the pillow.He collected himself and stared at the guy who had made a 180-degree turn in attitude and changed his name by the way with an inexplicable expression on his face: "What's wrong?"

Although from this angle he could only see the back of the other party's round head, which was in balls and balls, branched and curled, like a tennis ball covered with kelp.

Chie, completely unaware that he was the same kind as Akiya Kirihara: "There is not enough food in the refrigerator...Tomorrow is Saturday, I am going to go to the street, and I need to take you out for a walk, no, how about some air?"

"No need," Atobe didn't care about her delicate words at all, "Even if I go out, I can only see the inside of the dark schoolbag."

"...Don't you have the Ice World, and the Atobe Kingdom, why don't you show it?"

"...Tennis moves are not used like this! ==##!!"

"Oh, that's right. Otherwise, if you practice clairvoyance, you'll be fine. The girls in our school will have mixed feelings."

"...Takeuchi Chie!"

He poked the back of the head into the cotton wool with a violent roar.After a long time, he moved slightly, and in the next second he suddenly cocked his head and looked at him with crooked eyebrows: "Although that is the case, as long as I wear a dress with pockets on the chest tomorrow, and then put you in it, it will be fine." already?"

It seems reasonable.

Keigo Atobe was silent for a while, not wanting to admit that this guy with "praise" written all over his face has improved in IQ.

Probably mistaking his silence for refusal, the head slammed into the bed board again, and murmured in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Hmph... neither this nor that, I might as well be alone. Forget about going out QAQ」

"That's it!" Atobe was so annoyed that he interrupted her politely, an unknown fire ran rampant in his ink-filled stomach, "I will go out with you!"

"But, but... put it in your breast pocket... Well, there won't be any awkward physical contact or anything..."

"...Do you think there can be any embarrassing physical contact between my uncle and an airport ==###!!!"

"Keigo Atobe, I'm really not afraid that I'll go out tomorrow and find a shop to pawn you off!!!!"

"... Long-winded!"

The next day.

Chie Takeuchi thinks that her academic spirit is reflected in the fact that every time she sees a tomato placed with vegetables in the market, she can't help thinking that it is actually a fruit; The way tomatoes are placed in the market.

But today he finally saw it.

At this moment, the two of them, no, one by one, were shuttling through the crowds of the supermarket, from the vegetable section to the cold fresh section. The wide variety of foods made Qianzhi suffer from choice phobia in a short period of time.She rubbed the arm carrying the shopping basket, bent down to observe the freshness of the mangoes on the counter——

"Ah, why don't you bend down again?"

"What's the matter?" She frowned and stared at Keigo Atobe who had become extremely arrogant, picky, irritable and just looking for trouble after entering the supermarket.

"Cough," hesitated on the chest, "if you lean forward one more degree, my uncle will fall out of your pocket. Do you know how smooth the casing of a pen is?"

"Oh, I didn't say it earlier, I thought that as a pen, you also have those few days every month." She said nonsense, and under the cover of low air pressure, she glanced at the spotless floor tiles at the bottom of her feet, and automatically made up her mind The scene where Mr. Atobe was smashed to pieces while holding his wreckage and weeping silently... It's quite touching to think about it.By the way, what's going to happen in the next second?Was it that the person who raised her head and had a 1.7-meter-five version was standing in front of her, looking at her with disgust?

Chie should be grateful to the uncle for cultivating not mind reading skills but the Atobe Kingdom, otherwise, now that the small theater in her heart is exposed, she will probably really play "BADENDING with blood splattered in three feet of white silk, and whoever will cry and laugh at that time will not be sure." up.

Thinking of this, she shrugged calmly, took off the pen, and gently pinned it to the strap of her backpack.

"I'll just offend you for now, I'll go to pay the bill now."

There was a long queue in front of the checkout counter, Chie put the shopping basket at her feet, lowered her head and rubbed her arm that had a mark on it.

"When is your turn?"

"I don't know," she said with a quick glance at the queue, hiding her sweaty hands behind her back, "Hurry up."

Atobe Keigo snorted softly, but remained silent.

agoraphobia.

He knew that she hated all crowded places, schools, stations, supermarkets.And because I had to go, I developed the habit of coming in late and leaving early and stockpiling food. Every time I would carry big and small bags home, in the words of Keigo Atobe—like a winter bear.

In mid-June, Xia Tian finally stepped onto the stage of the Four Seasons, letting go of her hands and feet to display her terrifying lethality.With the venomous sun hanging above his head, Qianzhi dragged the shopping bag with difficulty, walking through the crowded downtown area with one left hand and the other with the right.Sweat brushed away the hair, stopped briefly at the temples, and then hurried on, rolling down drop by drop.

After walking for a long time, I finally came across a crossroads.

The red light took a long time, she put down her bag, her chest heaved violently, and she raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her face.I thought very much in my heart, if Atobe, who has no sweat glands, dares to laugh at her at this moment...

She stuffed him into the pawn shop on the left.Block the dignity of action.

Sweat soaked the neckline, and the next second, the phone rang suddenly.

A week ago, Atobe said that the Didi Didi notification sound of the basic model was too ugly, you should change it; a week later, Chie Takeuchi was in a trance for a moment when "Again" hovered over the intersection.

It turns out that this is change.

In the next moment, she put down her schoolbag, took out her mobile phone, and frantically slid the answer button——

"Hi, this is Takeuchi..."

"Chie, it's mom."

Please come up with a soft voice, familiar yet unfamiliar.Sweat crawled down her back like densely packed worms.Half of the face seemed to be baked on the scorching sun, tirelessly, sticky, wet, and hot for a while.

Chie felt dizzy.

"What's up?"