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Chapter 864 The protagonist who saves the world will eventually return to his daily life

Tokyo, Shinjuku.

The dazzling colors of Kabukicho have nothing to do with the hospital. Here, only cold white shrouds the buildings.

Thanks to Ito Otome's efforts, Emily was successfully rescued, but her current condition is still not very good.

My mouth and tongue were numb and I couldn't utter a word.

Even the body cannot move.

The effects of the drug still lingered in her body, tightly gripping every organ, so that she could only move her index finger. She also needed Catalina to move the keyboard for her so that she could type what she wanted to say.

She hit the enter key with her index finger, and the computer made a mechanical voice, "Asshole, I must tear down Institute No. 47.

Those bastards go to hell!"

She lay there, her small face unable to show any anger due to the influence of the drugs, only dull expression.

But the look in those blue eyes and the sound coming from the computer undoubtedly showed the anger in her heart.

Who knows?
He was fine, but just by drinking a cup of tea, he suddenly turned from a healthy person into a patient who could only move his index finger.

Chiyo Morimoto stood beside the bed. She was dressed in an ordinary white-collar outfit, but she exuded a strong sense of maturity and gave off the temptation of summer watermelon.

She crossed her arms, a smile flashed across her delicate face, and she said softly, "Okay, I have started looking for evidence for you. As soon as we find evidence, we will immediately take action against Institute No. 47.

If you don't find it, you can't move.

You should also understand that our identities as treasure users are different from those of normal people. We can ensure social stability by following the rules and not doing anything out of line."

She stressed this to prevent anyone from being carried away by anger and losing their mind.

Emily couldn't speak, she just anxiously tapped the keyboard with her index finger, "I don't care about that, I want them to die!
Kill, kill, kill! "

After venting like this, Emily calmed down again and typed: "Didn't Liqi come to see me?
I saved her from a disaster."

"She called me and said that she was busy today and would come to see you when she was free."

Chiyo Morimoto shrugged, and couldn’t help pinching her cheek, and said with a smile: “Actually, you are very cute like this.

Like a doll that can be manipulated by anyone.

Seeing this made me feel like a kid again, and I wanted to dress you up and play house with you."

Emily's index finger quickly tapped the keyboard, "Katrina, get this pervert out of here right now."

His blue eyes widened, expressing his inner anger.

Chiyo Morimoto smiled, took back her hand and said, "Okay, I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye."

Emily looked at Chiyoko Morimoto's back as she left, and couldn't help but wonder how she could find the flaw in Institute No. 47.
As for whether Qingze is Dio, this matter will naturally be discussed later. Emily now only wants revenge on No. 47.

It's not a pleasant experience to lie in bed like this.

Even going to the toilet requires Katarina's help.

She didn't want to have a catheter inserted, either; it would be better to have Catalina carry it for her.

Anyway, this girl is very strong, so I won’t feel tired holding her.

Damn it, Institute No. 47, just wait for me!

Emily secretly swore that when she recovered, she would give peanuts to all of them.

……

Tuesday, October 24th.

Early in the morning, Akizuki Iroha couldn't wait to put on some gyaru makeup and tied her hair into a ponytail.

She put on the uniform of Guanghui High School, and her skirt was as short as a hot girl should be.

As for stockings, she thought about it and chose a black and transparent style.

After stuffing her voluptuous feet into her shoes, Akizuki Iroha picked up her schoolbag and the rectangular wooden box containing her treasure, and shouted energetically, "I'm going out~"

"Bon Voyage."

The mother's gentle voice floated from inside.

Akizuki Caiyu threw it behind her and ran out of the house excitedly.

The morning light was bright, and there was a hint of autumn coolness in the air.

Many of the trees in the courtyard have gradually withered.

On her way to school, she reunited with Mihara Kaoru, Takahashi Saeko and others.

"Hey, I'm a celebrity now. I'm sure there will be a bunch of people begging for my autograph when I get to school."

Akizuki Caiyu couldn't help but feel proud when she thought about how everyone welcomed her at school like a star.

Takahashi Saeko looked at her raised lips, pressed them down manually, and said unhappily, "With your poor handwriting, do you think your signature is good enough?"

"You, don't talk nonsense!"

Qiuyue Caiyu blushed and retorted, saying, "My handwriting is cursive, do you know what cursive is?
You don’t understand, that’s profound calligraphy!”

"Sorry, I really do know a thing or two about calligraphy."

Takahashi Saeko replied slowly.

Akizuki Caiyu's eyes widened and she said in surprise: "Saeko, you look like someone who doesn't like to practice calligraphy. How could you possibly know calligraphy?"

"Then take a look at the calligraphy I practiced."

Takahashi Saeko took out her phone, unlocked it, and opened the gallery, which contained the calligraphy she practiced daily. "Do you think it's easy to become a high-level hunter?

In order to ensure victory in every battle, I learned many things and had a wide range of interests, so that I could have a common language with most people.

I can even have a chat with those game geeks."

"Amazing."

Akizuki Caiyu was stunned. She always felt that her best friends had hidden talents and were not as useless as herself.

After thinking about it, she had to admit that her handwriting was indeed not very good.

If others knew that she was a heavyweight hero who saved the world, she would write in a dog-crawling handwriting.

She could imagine how great her fame would be, and how intense the popularity would be.

The impression of brainlessness will spread across the country and even the world in an instant.

Everyone will know that I am a fool!
Thinking of that horrible possibility, Akizuki Caiyu swallowed her saliva and made up her mind not to give anyone an autograph.

She then turned to chat with Takahashi Saeko and the others about nail art and beauty. When they reached the street outside the school, Akizuki Iroha noticed the gazes from all around.

That excited and unbelieving look was as if a national superstar appeared outside the school.

Akizuki Iroha held her head high.

She stepped through the door, and Kyoichiro Furusawa, the discipline committee member guarding the door, immediately said, "Akizuki Ayano, Takahashi Saeko, Doma Madoka, Mihara Kaoru, stop right there."

"Do you want an autograph? Sorry, I don't give autographs to anyone."

Akizuki Caiyu raised her hand, her wheat-colored cheeks tensed, and she put on a cool and aloof attitude.

To those who don't know, this seems very cool.

Takahashi Saeko and others exclaimed that she was adorable and really wanted to rub her wheat-colored cheeks with their hands.

Kyoichiro Furusawa's expression did not change, his glasses reflecting the bright morning light, and he said, "I've told you many times to dye your hair back.

Also, don't pull your skirt up so high, pull it back to the normal knee position, don't put anything on your face, and don't wear jewelry or get manicures!"

Hearing him nagging about this, Qiuyue Caiyu glared and said, "Gu Ze, don't you know that I am a treasure user?"

"Of course I know. So what? Since you are in school, you are a student and you must abide by the school rules."

Kyoichiro Furusawa calmly replied, "As long as I am the Discipline Committee member, don't even think about getting any special privileges!
In the final analysis, seeking privileges just because one has made achievements will only corrupt people's will.

Many heroes have fallen under this kind of atmosphere. As a Noble Phantasm user, you should establish a correct image."

"stop!"

Akizuki Iroha quickly raised her hand to pause.

She finally understood.

Even if he saves the world, as long as he steps into the school, he will be under the control of Kyoichiro Furusawa.

Damn it, she originally thought it was a bit outrageous for the protagonist of a Japanese comic to live a normal life after saving the world.

But now that I think about it, it's actually a pretty realistic comic.

"Listen."

"Run!"

Akizuki Iroha didn't want to listen to Kyoichiro Furusawa's long speech anymore, so she ran away immediately.

Takahashi Saeko and the others ran along.

"Dye it back for me tomorrow, or I'll nag about it every day!"

Kyoichiro Furusawa was shouting there.

This scene fell into the eyes of Fenghuangyuan Meiji who was standing behind. She turned to Nomura Manami and said, "Don't let your husband go into politics. With this kind of personality, he will definitely be assassinated."

"Eh?!"

Nomura Manami was first surprised that Furusawa Kyoichiro was assassinated, then he realized that there was a trap in Fenghuangyuan Meiji's words, and glared at her and said, "Meiji, what are you talking about?

What is my husband?

He and I have a pure childhood sweetheart relationship!"

"well."

Fenghuangyuan Meiji nodded repeatedly with a smile on her face.

Although it is very fulfilling to deal with major events in the world, help my mother check military expenses, etc.

But if we talk about comfort, I would rather go back to school and live this kind of daily life.

Makes her more comfortable.

Yoshikawa Sayuri said with a smile: "Meiji, you are becoming more and more like a Japanese comic heroine." "So is our comic a campus comic or a passionate comic?"

Nomura Manami raised his doubts, which also served to change the topic.

Yoshikawa Sayuri thought for a moment and answered decisively: "It is indeed a passionate manga, after all, Meiji can save the world."

"I just contributed a little, but didn't play a decisive role."

Miki Hououin shook her head, not considering herself a hero who could save the world.

It was Qingze who dealt the fatal blow to the Emperor of Terror, but Akizuki Caiyu also contributed. The Piercing Death Flying Spear, which had become so huge, was simply an unrivaled weapon.

The ability to disintegrate any object as long as it touches the tip of the gun is simply incredible.

Nomura Manami smiled and said, "That's a hot-blooded harem manga."

"That's too early to talk about it."

"As long as you don't surrender, you haven't lost, right?"

"Long-winded."

Fenghuangin Meiji replied that she had made up her mind at that time to have a frank talk with Qingze after the war.

But when the war really ended, she began to wonder, when is the right time to talk about it?
The thought of her makes me feel dizzy.

Sometimes she felt that she thought too much, but if she let go like this, what would the point of her previous persistence be?
Miki Honokain doesn't want to have any regrets in her life.

One day in the future, she suddenly thought, if she had persisted a little longer, maybe something would have happened.

It will make her feel inferior.

……

Osmanthus flowers fall from the branches.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance that originally permeated the campus streets has faded at this moment, indicating the passage of time.

Qingze walked through the familiar road and came to the club building. As usual, he walked to the kendo club on the second floor and opened the door.

Inside were the kendo club members standing in two neat rows.

"Good morning, Minister."

They all bowed, as if Qingze had never left the Kendo Club.

But after such a greeting, they quickly stood up, not giving Qingze any chance to speak, and swarmed forward.

There was curiosity on everyone's face.

"Bullmaster, are you a Noble Phantasm User?" "I think so. I saw an armored Noble Phantasm User who appeared at that time had a figure very similar to yours."

"That's right. The strange aesthetic style that thinks golden dragons are very domineering also fits the minister's personality."

"What do you mean by a weird aesthetic style? Golden dragons are naturally very majestic, okay."

Qingze retorted, raised his hand and tapped their heads, saying: "All of you, run around the school ten times."

"So you are the Minister, can you use your Mirror Flower and Water Moon to open our eyes?"

They huddled together, their faces filled with excitement.

Qingze said unhappily: "Okay, don't be so anxious, it will be increased to thirteen laps now, if you ask again, it will be increased again.

If you want to see Mirror Flower and Water Moon's abilities, wait until the Kendo Club training is over."

"Hi."

Upon hearing this, they all shut up and for the first time, they were excited about the training and wanted it to be over in one second.

Qingze didn't stay here either, and ran outside with them.

In the early morning on campus, he used to run in front and shout slogans. It felt like he hadn't done that for a while.

It clearly happened just last week, why do I feel like several months have passed?

Such a question flashed through Qingze's mind, and the faint sense of strangeness in his heart gradually disappeared as he ran round and round.

……

He finished the kendo club training and returned to the teaching building. When he opened the shoe cabinet, it was filled with love letters just like the shoe cabinets in anime.

Many love letters poured out from inside and fell on the back of his feet.

After all these years, this was the first time he enjoyed such treatment as the protagonist.

Qingze complained in his heart, but instead of throwing away the love letters, he was very curious about their contents.

He stuffed the love letters into his bag one by one, making it bulge out.

Qingze took off his shoes, put on indoor shoes, and walked towards the classroom.

Along the way, I could also see some students looking at me.

But they were not familiar with each other, and they could not gather around him and ask questions like the members of the kendo club did.

The classroom for Class C of the second year is different. Everyone is in the same class, so some things are easier to ask.

As soon as he entered, he found that the classroom was divided into several groups.

The group with the largest number of people is naturally Akizuki Iroha's seat.

She was directly surrounded by girls. She couldn't see anyone, but could only hear the excited voices coming out from the group, which caused the girls around her to exclaim from time to time.

It shows that she is very good at bragging.

Then there is the class monitor Reina Arakawa and the eldest daughter Miki Hououin.

To be precise, the people around Hououin Miki are all related to Nomura Manami and Yoshikawa Sayuri.

Due to the relationship between the two, it is impossible for Fenghuangyuan Meiji to treat other people coldly.

After all, they were just asking questions out of curiosity, not wanting to use their relationships to do anything.

Miki Hououin is not such an unkind person, she can only tell what happened in the other world.

There are not many people around Hojo Tetsuji.

Qingze walked forward, glanced at it and said, "Did you receive the love letter?"

"No."

Hojo Tetsuji answered readily.

Qingze patted his schoolbag and murmured, "That's really strange. When I opened the shoe cabinet, a lot of love letters fell out."

"Hey, pay attention."

Hojo Tetsuji couldn't help but remind him that he felt there were already enough boats under Qingze's feet.

If there is more, Xiaozi might feel left out.

Since it concerns his sister's lifelong happiness, he had to remind Qingze not to take in any boat that was beyond his ability.

Qingze shrugged and said, "Don't worry, I'll just take a look at what they write. Anyway, there's still some time before class starts."

As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and sat down, stuffing his schoolbag into the drawer of his desk.

I haven't been here for a while, but the desks are still very clean, with no signs of dust.

I don't know who helped him clean.

Ask Nomura Manami and the others later, and always say thank you.

He opened his schoolbag, but before he took out the envelope, a hearty voice floated over from the side, "Long time no see, both of you."

Qingze looked up and saw the tall Peter in front of him.

He has a big golden backcombed hair and is as confident or cool as ever.

He was wearing the same school uniform as them, but on him it looked like he was walking on a fashion show on a catwalk.

"Is there anything you need?"

Hojo Tetsuji curled his lips, his attitude as cold as ever.

It is this consistency that makes Peter confident in his judgment.

The two of them are indeed not the kind of people who look down on others.

Peter walked forward with a smile on his face, and directly pulled the chair in front of Hojo Tetsuji, and he sat down and said: "Others have already admitted that you are also Noble Phantasm users.

No wonder I felt you were not ordinary people when I saw you.

How about it, are you interested in conquering the world with me?"

"I reject."

"Not interested in."

The two of them answered one after another.

Peter was not discouraged by this answer, he just mentioned it casually.

Only if the two of them really agreed would it surprise him.

Peter asked curiously, "The specific battle process has not been published online yet. What did you fight in the alien world?"

This was the real purpose of his coming over to chat.

As for the girls, due to his narcissistic personality, they were too embarrassed to approach him, fearing that they would be treated as a hooligan and kicked him out.

“It’s a lot of trouble to explain.”

Hojo Tetsuji scratched his head, not interested in talking, and turned around and said, "Qingze, go ahead."

"Okay, this is a long story."

Qingze took over the conversation and began to embellish his experience in the alien world.

He also knew that the other party came to him not because he wanted to hear the 100% facts, but definitely wanted some thrilling stories.

Peter pricked up his ears, put his hands on his knees, and assumed the proper posture of a good student.

(End of this chapter)