I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

Fabrics are becoming more and more economical, and clothing styles are becoming more and more sexy.

Cheng Rang couldn't help but was speechless.

"Fuck, Miss Nagasaki, I didn't expect you to be quite good at playing at such a young age!"

Only now did Cheng Rang understand what Xiaomo said about getting bigger and smaller....

"Holy shit, is this G-ish?!"

"..... Ribbon bondage outfit!?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's amazing."

Ke Yu Ke Luo Ke is a girl, as expected of Xiao Mo.

"What's the big deal?"

The sound of the bedroom door being pushed open almost overlapped with the sound of Cheng Rang's button cutting off the power of the computer in an instant. Cheng Rang immediately restored his serious expression with a thunderous jingle, deduced himself to the computer desk, and did a backflip on the bed. News on mobile phones.

When Isabella poked her curious head in to check, she could only see the slightly shaking chair and Cheng Rang lying on the bed with his head tilted.

"Oh my wife, I'm just lamenting the recent news." Cheng Rang turned the phone around calmly and showed Isabella the picture on the screen, "The world is not peaceful! (Sigh)"

"...Really?" "Of course! (Answer)"

With Isabella's increasingly suspicious expression, staring at Cheng Rang's stiff movements, Isabella moved to the computer desk and gently covered the main unit with her hands.

— warm.

"I said husband..."

Isabella's tone stopped abruptly, and those eyes that seemed to be able to speak were quietly watching Cheng Rang, which made him feel an unparalleled sense of guilt.

"What the hell were you doing just now?"

"...Look at my own women's clothing." Cheng Rang immediately stood up and threw himself on the bed and told the truth.

"???"

The atmosphere seemed to freeze at freezing point, and became more awkward and stiff as each second passed.

Isabella slowly widened her eyes, took a breath and seemed about to explode...

"Why don't you show me?"

"--what!?"

"What, what, what are you looking at!?" Xiao Mo, who didn't think it was a big deal, noticed the movement in the bedroom, and immediately dropped the remote control and ran over barefoot.

3 minutes later.......

In the empty living room, only the TV was left alone playing commercials with a commercial atmosphere, while the three people huddled together in front of the computer in the bedroom had different expressions when facing the faintly fluorescent computer screen.

"Amazing..." Isabella squeezed her chin in an exclamation tone.

Cheng Rang: "Of course."

Xiao Mo was firmly held in Cheng Rang's arms, his gaze seemed to eat up the computer screen, and his cheeks were as red as apples.

"How do you turn off this thing?" She gritted her teeth, as if she was going to kill someone in the next second.

"Even if you eat the screen, it's useless, Xiao Mo, these data are all saved on the Internet, Ann, you are so cute!"

"What is the Internet?"

"Ah, don't you know?"

After a short science popularization, I understood that the black historical data enough to be called "handles" could not be completely removed by spells or "physical" means, and Xiaomo had already been burned.

It looks like it's already like this anyway, and you're just casually lying on the bed, showing an expression of lovelessness.

What's even more outrageous is that Isabella didn't mean to blame Cheng Rang at all. She was more concerned about why such a good thing was not shared with herself earlier.

Cheng Rang now seriously suspects that Isabella really regards Xiaomo as her family member, and summed it up in one sentence: watching the excitement is not a big deal.

No, even if HL is a city full of heroes and can change many people, what is going on with his wife?

"—I didn't learn it from you." Isabella answered like this.

"I T...M..."

Cheng Rang wanted to slap himself on the spot.

You said why don't you teach people to be better! ?

"However, although I know that Kizaki likes shopping, I never thought that she would secretly buy such bold clothes... My husband, do you like this?"

Isabella pointed to the bunny girl costume on the screen that was worn by the "bigger" Xiaomo and asked.

"I don't like it! I don't like it at all!" Cheng Rang shook his head like a rattle.

"Oni-chan, you're going to piss me off...I want to go back to that dark place and continue squatting."

Cheng Rang waved his hand: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Aww ah ah ah!"

Through the closed bedroom door, Xiao Mo's milky wolf howl can be heard.

The Campbell's apartment seemed to be extremely lively tonight.

"Field-field-expand-open!"

"Don't! Xiao Mo, calm down!"

"The expansion of the field is not what you use it for!"

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Chapter 1: Ink dyes the paper, and the paper soaks in me

Play for fun, play for trouble, even during the last stay in this world, college classes still have to be taken, and it is not a holiday now, as a teacher, Isabella must take responsibility.

So Knotweed and the others, who got up in the morning and sat in the classroom obediently waiting for class, saw Mr. Campbell, who looked a bit haggard with dark circles on his face, opened the door and came in.

"Morning students..."

"Oh, Mr. Campbell, what's wrong with you? Did you not rest last night?" Knotweed was taken aback by Isabella's tiredness, and hurriedly cared.

Immediately afterwards, he was attacked by Nagasaki's hammer head behind him.

"Stupid you! Mrs. Campbell is living with her husband now, don't ask such things openly!"

"So what are you talking about—oh! I'm sorry..." Knotweed seemed to have realized something, bowed immediately, and sat back in his seat.

It's just that the bright smile on his face and the star-studded eyes are quite uncomfortable.

It's too good to pretend to be a student, but not now! ?

Fu Hei sat by the window and sighed, holding up the book as if trying to block the light from the knotweed stick.

"boring...."

Yoshino managed to keep calm, but couldn't understand what those people were saying at all, so his fingers were twisted into a ball under the table.

(Eh? What? What happened? Got a fight?)

"Uh, classmate Knotweed, thank you for your concern... I just didn't sleep well. Because Xiaomo was making trouble last night, and he refused to let us go to rest." Isabella wiped her face and adjusted her posture as much as possible. Status, make yourself look not so bad.

"oh, I see..."

The people who reacted were stunned and expressed their understanding, but then only Nagasaki's expression became strange and nervous.

Could it be that there is something wrong with the photo I sent to Dr. Cheng?Thinking about it uneasily.

The class officially started, and not long after, Nagasaki heard footsteps coming from the corridor.

Turning the pen in her hand, she habitually glanced at the glass at the back door, and found that the person passing by was Cheng Rang.

But when she saw the situation clearly, her eyes widened.

Don't wait... the person who bites Dr. Cheng's head and hangs on his back is Xiaomo, right? ?

Nagasaki glanced at Isabella who was still lecturing normally on the podium.

Is it okay to have blood all over your face? Hey! ?

Nagasaki made a slight squeak, and poked the knotweed on the front seat.

"?"

Knotaba turned his head, and Nagasaki pointed out the window.

"Wow..."

Apparently, Knotweed also found out what happened to Cheng Rang passing by the door.

"Student Knotweed, please answer this question."

It has to be said that there are only four students in the classroom, and it is easy to spot distracted and whispering like this, so Isabella called Knotweed to answer questions.

"Ah! This..." Knotweed held up the book and squinted his eyes to look at the words on the blackboard. This class is a cultural class. After all, it has nothing to do with spells. He obviously knows every word, but when combined together I don't understand at all.

"Choose B..." Kugizaki reminded quietly from behind Kizuki.

"Yes! Choose B!" He said without hesitation.

Obviously, he has a high level of trust in his comrade Nagasaki.

Isabella tilted her head slightly to look at Nazaki, who was hiding behind the knotweed and snickered, and said to him helplessly, "Student knotweed, this question is not a multiple-choice question..."

"Hey, is that so?"

In the end, Fu Hei gave the correct answer, and Knotweed could only continue to stand and listen to the class.

"...Kagizaki!"

Taking advantage of Isabella's turning around again, Knotweed lowered his voice and looked at her with a complaining tone.

After finally surviving get out of class, Katsuobu and Nagasaki dragged Fuhei, who looked reluctant, and Yoshino, who still didn't know what happened, and ran outside.

Several people came to the school infirmary.

Tuk Tuk Tuk....

"Come in." Cheng Rang's voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door and entering, the knotweed that was squeezed in front almost staggered into the infirmary.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Dr. Cheng who was wrapping bandages around his head.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Isn't there only cultural class this morning?" Cheng Rang looked up and saw the four little ones.

Yoshino was taken aback, and quickly asked, "Doctor Cheng, your injury..."

"Hey, doctors can't heal themselves~"

"What kind of strange emotion is that? By the way, are you still a doctor!" Nagasaki complained immediately.

Can your doctor go up alone and overturn all the cars on the opposite side?

But then again, as long as one person flips all the slots on the opponent, my teammates will not be injured. This is the truth...

Facing the gazes of his classmates, Cheng Rang touched his bandaged head and suddenly realized.

"You say this, hey, a small injury! It's just two cracks in the skull."