A warm and comfortable feeling slowly surged from the inside of the body, causing Qinggong to slowly open his eyes.

"This is……"

Looking at the strange ceiling above his head with a little confused look, Qinggong realized it for a long time that he was lying flat on a soft tatami.

"Where is this?" He looked down at himself, still wearing the clothes he bought from the garment store, but the corners were slightly dusty, and most of them had been carefully wiped away by someone.

After carefully looking at the room where he was, Qinggong couldn't help but feel confused. He didn't remember that he had been here before.

This looked like a dilapidated apartment, with no trace of tidying in the room, and it looked sloppy. The floor was full of empty beer cans, and the silver ashtray on the head of the bed was filled with cigarette butts. The most classic thing was that there was a small table like the middle-aged man in the old Japanese era that was liked to overturn. The room was empty, and the sliding door of the room was closed, and the surrounding environment seemed to belong to a sloppy samurai from the Edo era.

Looking at the empty environment around, Qing Gong frowned slightly, subconsciously trying to use his ability to determine whether he was really the only one by himself. But just after using the calculation power, a feeling of needle-like pricking attacked Qing Gong's brain. Qing Gong couldn't help but groan.

"What's this happening?" After a long time, the pain of the brain that seemed to have been stabbed by a needle stopped. Qing Gong grinned, "What's wrong with me?"

It seemed that because of the pain that the Qing Palace had just cried, the slightly worn sliding door "creaked" and was pulled open from both sides. Then, a petite figure walked in.

"Little...student?" When Qinggong saw the petite figure walking in, his mind couldn't help but be a little surprised.

A little girl with pink hair came in.

The girl looks seven or eight years old at most, less than 135 centimeters tall, paired with a green dress, her petite figure makes her look extremely cute. At this moment, she is smiling and looking at Qinggong with her big amber-looking big eyes. This mature look made Qinggong shiver. When she heard Qinggong say the three words "primary school student", she immediately widened her eyes and looked at Qinggong with surprise and grievance.

"Uh... Little girl, did your father save me?" Looking at the little girl with pink hair in front of me with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, Qing Gong felt something wrong in instinctively, but his headache was so severe that he had no time to think too much, so he could only speak out and ask tentatively.

"Dad...Dad?" The little girl's face became even more aggrieved, and she almost cried.

"Hiss..." Qing Gong's head hurt even more. He didn't know what he said wrong, but if he watched such a child cry in front of him, he would feel an inexplicable sense of guilt in his heart.

"That...Where is this? Why am I here?" In desperation, Qinggong could only pretend to be stupid, looked at the little girl in front of him and asked softly.

"This is my home!" The little girl's face, which was about to cry, turned into a flash of energy when she heard Qinggong's question, and pointed at herself proudly, "Also, I'm not a little girl! She is already an adult! And she is also a teacher!"

"Are you... grown up? Old... teacher?" Qing Gong looked at the little girl with pink hair in front of him with a dull look on her face, her face full of disbelief. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of absurdity slowly rose in her heart.

“It won’t…….”

"As for you, I picked it up at my doorstep!" The little girl who claimed to be a teacher smiled, "I don't know why, when I went downstairs to buy hot pot ingredients for tonight, I accidentally saw you lying downstairs in my house, so I brought you up!" As she said that, the little girl smiled kindly, with a childish little face with a gentle expression unique to adults, "Remember, my name is Yue Yong Xiaomeng."

Yue Yong Xiaomeng... Qing Gong patted his groggy head, and he should have thought of it long ago.

He looks like a child with pink hair and a cute voice when speaking. Apart from the protagonist of the original work, the head teacher of Kazuki Toma, who else can Yue Yong Xiaomeng?

However, Shangjoo Dangma naturally cannot be a student of Yue Yong Xiaomeng. He is the same age as him, so he should still be in elementary school now, right? Qing Gong frowned slightly.

By the way... why did I fall downstairs of Yue Yong Xiaomeng's house?

With the pain overwhelmed, Qinggong worked hard to discover his memory.

"So that's it." After a moment, Qinggong sighed with a wry smile, "It's really..."

In his peaceful battle, he applied his own abilities to forcibly build a "field" with a very small range, and reduced the temperature in the "field" to a certain extent, making the hands and feet of those men in black stiff, and finally he won. However, he used his abilities too much, which led to his headache now.

It seems that I will not be able to use my abilities for a while. Qing Gong sighed, but this battle also proved from the side that some of his thoughts were correct.

For example, it is completely feasible to create "fields" by using your own computing power. It is just that your calculation formulas and abilities are insufficient that leads to the current tragic situation. In other words, the direction of your thinking is completely correct, but you cannot fully display your ability.

However, when I recalled the crazy behavior of seeing Pingchuan during the battle, Qinggong could not help but feel a little scared when he recalled it. At that time, I was not like a human, but like a monster devoured by hatred!

"Don't be confused by hatred." The warning of the soul-chasing of the underworld was still in his ears, and the Qing Palace couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I really... don't have self-control." Qinggong couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the palm he waved at Pingchuan.

His palm uses temperature control ability to directly destroy Hirakawa's cerebral cortex, and his own temperature control may not be very accurate. However, no matter what, Hirakawa probably will never wake up again in this life and can only become a vegetable and lie in the bed for the rest of his life. But according to the temperament of that old guy, how could he raise a waste?

So, although Pingchuan is still alive, he is still dead.

However, Qing Palace did not regret that palm at all. After experiencing the darkness, Qing Palace's originally gentle personality became completely firm. When it comes to the means, there would never be any slightest slightest slightest.

"That... Qinggong classmate..." Seeing Qinggong staring at the front in a daze, Yue Yong Xiaomeng was at a loss for a moment. Seeing Qinggong turn around and look at him, she became even more embarrassed, "That... I didn't mean to read your information, I just... saw your ID falling outside, and... I was very worried... so..." Seeing that there was no reaction on Qinggong's face, Yue Yong Xiaomeng became even more nervous, and a sense of fear of peeking at other people's identity arises.

Wow! What should I do! Yue Yong Xiaomeng becomes more and more scared when she thinks about it. Seeing Qing Palace like this, she thought Qing Palace was angry and almost burst into tears.

Alas... Looking at Yue Yong Xiaomeng, who was at a loss and tears, Qinggong couldn't help but hold her forehead speechlessly. How can you believe that you are a teacher in your twenties?

"Uh... that little girl... teacher, it's okay!" Qing Gong had no choice but to smile bitterly and comfort Yue Yong Xiaomeng, "I just had a headache just now. As for id, it doesn't matter. I wouldn't be angry about this and the person who saved me, right?"

"Hey? Really?" Hearing this sentence, Yue Yong Xiaomeng's tears immediately took back and looked at Qinggong with a look of surprise, "Are you really not angry?"

"Really." Looking at Yue Yong Xiaomeng's expectant eyes, Qinggong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Yeah!" The frustration on Yue Yong Xiaomeng's face disappeared instantly, replaced by the previous smile expression, "Although I don't know what Xiao Qing Palace has experienced before, when I come to the teacher, the teacher is obliged to take care of you! Haven't eaten dinner yet? I happened to make beef hotpot! Come and eat it together!"

"......Well, thank you, Teacher Xiaomeng." Looking at Yue Yong's little boy's appearance, the warm and comfortable feeling in Qinggong's heart slowly surged up again, and he couldn't help but smile and said softly.

The smile on Yue Yong Xiaomeng's face became even stronger.

Happy New Year everyone!

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