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Chapter 44 [1 update] [edit]

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Then Jushan Haruki, who hadn't recovered from getting up, heard a sob: "So I'm starving to death?"

Haruki Juyama: "?"

Who is not awake? Why does he feel that the white tiger boy in front of him is still awake than him.

"My Buddha is merciful," he took off the quilt that was sleeping in a ball from his head, and said solemnly, "It's okay, you will never go hungry again."

"When you go to heaven, you don't need to eat."

[My Buddha's compassion is Buddhism. 】Jushan Haruki just woke up, his mind is not clear, the system really can't stand it anymore.

"Oh," Jushan Haruki came back to his senses, "Amen."

Last night, this shell was completely useless after pulling the boy back to the third floor. After all kinds of messy things this day, he succeeded in turning himself into a scarred block of tofu.

As we all know, bruises will not heal immediately, and during the period when all the bruises are dissipated, the scars on the second day will look more serious than the first day, and the bruises will not slow down until the third day and the fourth day faded down.

So Haruki Juyama is now at a moment when the scars all over his body look the most serious.

In addition, his pajamas were almost useless after he turned into a tiger yesterday, so when he took off the quilt from his body, the bruises all over his body immediately scared Atsushi Nakajima, who was still immersed in this place. Jump.

Jushan Haruki is a lazy person who doesn't like to make quilts, so he decided to spread the quilt on the bed directly to make the bed.So he rolled up the quilt that fell off the bed with him and threw it on the bed, and then threw the pillow on it contentedly.

perfect.

An operation that makes the blood pressure rise sharply when the quilt-folding party sees it.

And Atsushi Nakajima's attention has long shifted from the expensive decorations around him to him.

This person who was just shrunk under the quilt like a fragile god, now stands up with all kinds of scars all over his body.The expensive and soft cloth was roughly torn, and it fell casually on his ankles.

It looked like he had suffered some unjust injustice before going to bed.

"That..." Nakajima Atsushi said cautiously, "Are you okay?"

Haruki Yoshiyama, who was admiring the quilt he had folded: "?"

"Are you okay?" He looked away from the bed in confusion, "I'm fine, you don't look very good...but you've been liberated. You've done good deeds and accumulated virtues before you were born and ascended to heaven."

"Your blessing." He said perfunctorily.

Jushan Haruki is now belatedly aware of the sinister intentions of the shell that the administration has put together for him. This is simply restricting him from doing things in terms of hardware facilities.

Yesterday he only sprained his feet twice and bumped his waist twice, and dragged a white tiger of several hundred catties up to the second floor from the door, but he turned into this kind of virtue when he got up this morning.

He never fought so badly with anyone back then!

Now he wants to go back to bed again...

Jushan Haruki looked at the bed he had just made up, and was making painful choices in his heart.

Should he lie back and go back to sleep... The bed in front of him is suddenly very attractive.

Just when he was about to give up on himself and fall into the big bed, the white tiger boy he picked up suddenly apologized loudly: "Thank you for picking me up!"

He now realized that it was the man in front of him who brought him back home.

The end of the last sentence was still echoing in this somewhat empty room. Atsushi Nakajima felt that his voice seemed a little too loud, so he paused again, and added in a low voice: "So are you okay?"

After he finished speaking, he felt that this sentence was nonsense. Obviously, the fragile white-haired boy in front of him was covered in injuries all over his body!

Haruki Iyama, God of War of the Administration Bureau, stopped his body that was about to fall into the bed, and gave him a strange look: "You don't know if I'm alright?"

He woke up so angry that he would wake up now, did he forget everything that happened last night and start to lose his memory?

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He didn't think either of them was doing well...he was starving to death but this guy in front of him looked like he had a fight.

He didn't see the troublesome heart under Ju Shanqingshu's fragile tofu skin at all.

"I'm fine, I can't beat you." Haruki Jushan, who gave up the idea of ​​lying back on the bed, found that he didn't listen to Yuzuhito, and finally didn't plan to fool the child, "Let's not talk about it now, You can't beat me even in your supernatural form."

He didn't consider at all that the reason why the white-haired boy in front of him didn't believe his nonsense was because what he said was too outrageous.

After all, as a scumbag, his life rule is not to blame himself, but to blame others.

But he didn't lie in the last sentence. If the white tiger was in a state last night, if he really wanted to fight, he might not be able to beat him.

Apart from Dazai Osamu's disqualification in the human world, Jushan Haruki's ability can be copied, and he can get started very quickly, showing a level comparable to that of the ability user.

——As long as the ability user is within his passive activation range.

In fact, because of this attribute, when he appeared alone in this world before, opponents could avoid using abilities in front of him as much as possible.

This has led to a very embarrassing problem. In the case where the other party has only one ability user, Haruki Jushan, if you don't use the ability, everyone can only fight in a wooden warehouse or fight hand-to-hand. He is the god of war appointed by the Administration Bureau, and his physical skills and Mucang method cannot be said to be very good, they can only be called hanging and beating.

In the later stage, Mori Ogai almost used him as the second Dazai.

Anyway, the role of two people appearing on the battlefield is similar.

It's just that one is passively invalidating the ability, and the other is actively not wanting to release the ability.

He was able to master so many difficult abilities in minutes before, but last night he just turned into a tiger, so there is no difficulty.

"Ability... what is it?" The white-haired boy curled up on the sofa said weakly.

[This is for a literacy class. ] The system uses inversion sentences very sophisticatedly.

"It doesn't matter what the ability is." Haruki Jushan touched his chin, and briskly bypassed the topic, "Anyway, you just need to know that you can't beat me anyway."

It would be too troublesome to explain, so he didn't want to hold literacy classes.

Facing Atsushi Nakajima's worried eyes, Haruki Iyama paused and added: "Stop your imagination."

It is too easy to see through the child's mind through his eyes.

"The injuries on my body have nothing to do with you."

Atsushi Nakajima didn't seem to believe it, his worried eyes almost fell on every piece of bruise on Haruki Jushan's body, telling his heart that he seemed to regard Haruki Jushan as a duplicity young master who wanted to save face.

After all, his injuries all over his body looked really serious.

The morning sunlight poured into the room through the white gauze curtain, instantly making the countless golden carvings and decorations in the room shine extremely brightly, and also made the injury on Jushan Haruki's body more obvious.

"... Forget it." He realized that he couldn't explain it to the white tiger boy in front of him.

"What's your name?" You must have a title first, and it's not a problem to always call him the white tiger boy in your heart.

"Atsu, Atsushi Nakajima." Atsushi Nakajima replied obediently.

"Okay, Dun." Jushan Haruki didn't bother to care whether the name he said was true or not, anyway, he called himself that.

"...Bring me a stool, my legs are sore." What he wanted to say got stuck, and he ordered very naturally.

Last night, I first pushed the cart for several kilometers, and then dragged a minor up to the second floor. He woke up today with a sore waist and leg pain.

"Oh good." Atsushi Nakajima didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his domineering tone, on the contrary, he moved a chair for him very obediently.

"It's like this," Haruki Jushan began to make up, "I heard some strange noises last night, so I went downstairs and picked you up."

"Then... what did I do last night?" Atsushi Nakajima stood beside him nervously and asked.

It sounded like he had gotten into a fight with him himself!

"I'm excited if you ask this." Jushan Haruki didn't sleep well all night, and just now he was interrupted to go back to the cage because he had to support teaching. before.

"Come on," he calmly opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight suddenly shone into the room, "Look down."

Nakajima Atsushi walked over obediently and looked down.

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What are these.

The messy flower beds were turned over in a mess, broken pieces of porcelain were thrown everywhere, and the garden fences and wooden signs that were dismantled piece by piece were mixed with the fallen leaves.

All in all, very messy.

"Okay," Haruki Iyama was very satisfied with his pupil-shocking expression, "So you probably know what you did last night?"

"Is this really what I did..." Atsushi Nakajima's tone was erratic.

He probably understood why Jushan Haruki was injured all over his body. Even if he hadn't fought the white tiger, according to his appearance as a fragile young master, it would be no different from walking around the flower bed below which was comparable to a battlefield.

"By the way, there are more." Ju Shanqingshu sat on the stool and pointed lazily at other villas in the distance. Now that the sun has come out, many people have woken up. The messy flower beds and backyard of the house were shocked,

"Yes, that's right," Haruki Iyama affirmed under Atsushi Nakajima's erratic gaze, "You did it too."

He really has no memory of last night, he only remembers that he was too hungry and then passed out and then woke up here, the following is really what he did...?

Just when Atsushi Nakajima couldn't help but bury his head in his arms, Haruki Yuyama spoke up after a long plan.

"Do you feel guilty?"

Atsushi Nakajima nodded silently.

"So you want to make a little compensation?"

Atsushi Nakajima stepped into the pit knowing nothing.

"Okay," Jushan Haruki excitedly rubbed his fists, "Can you control yourself to become half-human, half-tiger?"

He began to stretch out his fingers and gesticulate.

"Half human and half tiger."

"It's better if the upper part is a human and the lower part is a tiger." He closed his eyes as if remembering something, and couldn't bear to look directly. "The upper part is a tiger and the lower part is a human. The left half It doesn’t matter if the right half of the human is a tiger.”

After all, according to his ability, Atsushi Nakajima will become whatever he becomes, and he just wants to flirt with big cats, and he doesn't want to become a strange species.

The latter two arts are still too advanced for human beings.

Atsushi Nakajima:?

Did he hear some strange request.

And what is a tiger?

The system sneered at Atsushi Nakajima's face full of question marks.

[You finally showed this ugly face,] it said, [Be careful of Fu Ruikong.jpg]

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