The night has passed.

And as the new day begins, the brilliant rising sun once again shines in this technological city like the Kingdom of Babylon.

On the lounge chair in the park, I felt the slightly dazzling sunshine shining on my face. A young man wearing a long white windbreaker and chestnut-colored thin-edged glasses yawned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

The boy is not someone else, he is the Qing Palace.

Last night, at Teacher Xiaomeng's house, the movement of the recovery magic released by Indyx in the state of "automatic secretary" really exceeded the imagination of Qing Gong and Shangyou. Almost the entire room shone brightly at the moment the magic was completed, and even shone through the glass of the room outside. It looked like the whole house was glowing, and the effect looked very cool. However, it scared Qing Gong and Shangyou half-death. Qing Gong was a little better. At least he knew that this was a healing magic, Shangyou would be different. Seeing this scene, I almost thought something had happened. If Qing Gong hadn't grabbed him with a hand, the magic would have been interrupted by Shangyou's right hand. If that were true, Indyx would have been cold at this time...

After finally getting everything done, Qinggong saw that the three of them were exhausted, and Indyx's physical strength had not recovered and needed to rest. With the addition of Shangzhe, Teacher Xiaomeng couldn't hold so many people at home. Qinggong simply came out of Teacher Xiaomeng's house and came to the park to find a seat where he usually sat for one night. Anyway, with his ability, he didn't have to worry about catching a cold. As for safety issues? Just kidding, as a level                                                                                                                                                                                                   �

"Actually, thinking about it carefully, that guy was there last night." After rubbing his face, Qinggong made himself more awake, and he couldn't help but murmur, "Is Shenlihuo I... so he is really dedicated."

In fact, last night, when I was outside the door, the Qing Palace felt the existence of the Divine Split Fire Weaver. It was funny. The two of them had just finished a fight a few hours ago, and they appeared here at the same time a few hours later. And both of them could feel each other's existence. This feeling...is extremely subtle.

"Ah~" Qing Gong couldn't help but yawn again, "Sure enough, it's still uncomfortable to sleep in such a place... But it seems that I can't go back to the dormitory now, right?"

"Go and buy a can of coffee..." Qing Gong thought so, walking outside the park.

Although he didn't go back to the dormitory and he didn't have the change to buy drinks, it doesn't matter...

He remembered that the most famous vending machine in the Academy City was nearby...

After a moment.

Standing in front of this vending machine with a sense of historical vicissitudes, Qinggong couldn't help but look at it.

Generally speaking, the vending machines in the school city are computer-controlled, but there are also very few parts, which are the old-fashioned coin-operated ones that were previously. Although they also support banknotes, coins seem to be safer. Of course, this is obtained from the experience of a tea girl. The one in front of me is obviously one of the very few. It is the only one standing alone on the side of the road with old paint, as if telling its grievances.

"It seems that the springs have all ageed, right?" Qing Gong couldn't help but be amazed at the age of this machine, "No wonder that guy Mikoto wants to kick it with her feet... Of course, if it was electromagnetic, her methods might not have to be so simple and rough, right?"

"However, how should this thing be used..."

Staring at the obviously worn-out banknote entrance, Qing Gong looked at the banknotes for a while in suspicion, gave up the idea of ​​throwing large banknotes in, and began to think about it. As for this brain-based aspect...

"My ability, how can I take out the drinks without damaging the vending machine while still being able to operate?" Qing Gong stood in front of the vending machine and thought, but after a while, he was shocked to find a fact that although his ability is extremely useful, it is completely useless in this matter!

I pondered in front of the vending machine for a long time, and finally, until the Qing Palace could feel the vending machine in front of me mocking me, I finally sighed and chose a simple and crude method...

"Dong!"

Qing Gong kicked the vending machine hard, and a low metal collision sound came out. The entire vending machine made a painful moan, and then a can of drink obediently with a bang.

"Celery strawberry juice..." When Qinggong saw the name of the drink in his hand, his face couldn't help but feel bitter. He suddenly remembered the can of the drink of the same name that a tea-haired girl kicked off not long ago and stuffed it to him. She couldn't help but thrust her eyebrows.

"This is so scary." Qing Gong's mouth twitched, and he put the can of strange drink aside. He looked at the iced coffee on it with a little entangled confusion, frowned slightly, and finally sighed, lifted his legs and kicked again...

"Dong!"

"Uh..." Looking at the "hot dragon fruit" in his hand, the Qing Palace was stunned again. When he saw the words "devil pepper" appearing in the ingredients list, he suddenly shivered and kicked again...

"Dong!"

"Coconut apple juice? This can be given to Mikoto..."

"Dong!"

"This...'Tenrich and sticky peach-flavored juice'? Damn! Guanling juice? I'm afraid you don't want me to die?"

"Dong!"

"Concentrated Gummy Juice...what the hell!"

......

“Iced coffee!”

When the vending machine finally vomited out a can of brown packaging and air-conditioned beverage, Qinggong's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took out the can of beverage from the delivery port and sighed with satisfaction.

"Sure enough, hard work pays off..." Qinggong opened the ring of iced coffee, took a sip and felt the slightly bitter but mellow cold liquid flowing into the stomach through his throat. Then he sighed with satisfaction, but after he glanced unconsciously, he suddenly froze.

On the bench next to it, there were a lot of canned drinks of different colors, and there were about twenty cans in total... Some were steaming hot, while others looked harmless, but at a glance, the names were enough to make people vomit.

Looking at these drinks, Qing Gong's face felt a little bitter.

He didn't expect that he actually kicked so perseverance for a can of iced coffee more than twenty times...

In other words, it was a bit too miserable to kick the drink you wanted with such a kick that it took more than twenty times. Moreover, in order to achieve his drink plan, Qinggong actually opened his absolute domain and controlled the temperature to block the spread of sound... Otherwise, such a dong dong dong dong dong would have been noticed long ago.

"How should these drinks be handled..." Qing Gong scratched his head with a frown and looked at the pile of drinks, "Why don't you give it to the guy Shangjo? It seems that only that guy can drink this pile of drinks...'Concentrated Gummy Juice'... They can think of it."

But just as the Qing Palace organizer wanted to stack the drinks on the bench, a sudden, a very shocked voice came directly from behind:

"This... Qinggong? Do you... sell drinks?"

Hearing this voice, Qing Palace opened its mouth wide and was speechless for a while.

He turned around slowly, looked at the girl with a look of surprise behind him, and stared at himself and the tea-haired girl behind him, Qinggong couldn't help but rub his eyebrows with a headache.

"Sell, why, do you want to buy it?" Qing Gong rolled his eyes and threw the can of coconut apple juice to Mikoto.

"Buy..." Mikoto subconsciously opened her mouth slightly and said with a dazed look on her face, then she realized.

"No, I'll buy a ghost." After taking the drink, Mikoto couldn't help but snorted. When she saw that it was her favorite taste, she bent her eyebrows and laughed. Her eyes looked at Qinggong also had a hint of joking.

"Why, the level of the Academy City                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          �

"..." Qing Gong's face turned dark and he secretly swears in his heart that when he uses this method to kick the drink in the future, he must avoid Mikoto.

With her own probability, if she does it a few more times, she is afraid that she will die of laughter.

Eat yourself every day...

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