I loaded the dream game

Xia Zhi suddenly felt a little uncertain...

Chapter 451: My brother is a sword master?

The curtains by the window swayed gently in the breeze, and the TV was playing a program that no one paid attention to, which was completely used as background white noise.

Hubie and Eluko were sitting at the coffee table, playing flying chess... of course, the traditional version.

Only in a game that relies purely on luck can Ailu Ke have a slight chance of winning.

But now, her situation doesn't seem to be very good, and her little face is full of seriousness and tension.

As her little hand loosened, the dice fell on the table and spun for a while, and finally stopped at four points under her nervous gaze -...

Ailuko hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the young man beside him.

Summer Solstice:…

Even if you look at me like this, I can't turn four into six, right?

He thought for a moment, stuffed the half-eaten bag of cookies in his hand into her arms, and touched her head to comfort her.

Ailuko showed a somewhat puzzled expression, but after tasting the sweet and crispy flavor of the chocolate biscuits, she quickly put aside this doubt and happily picked up a small piece of biscuits and handed it to Xia Zhi, attempting to convert exports to domestic sales and then to export.

Hubie lowered his head and looked at his advantageous situation. After thinking for a while, he picked up the dice and threw out a "one". Then he raised his head and looked at Xia Zhi expectantly.

"..."

……

After feeding all the snacks at hand to the two girls, he finally satisfied them temporarily and resumed the game that had just been interrupted.

And at Xia Zhi, he can finally focus his attention back on the notebook in front of him...or rather, the diary.

Normally speaking, he wouldn't write a diary. After all, what serious person wouldn't have the time to write that kind of thing?

But if this is a homework assigned by a school teacher, it would be different.

For questions with objective answers, Hubie can be asked for help, but for experiences like this that are entirely constructed from subjective memories, there is no way to ask Hubie for help.

On the contrary, it might even do more harm than good.

only……

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"Diary..." Xia Zhi felt a little headache.

I should write something... Although a lot of things happened during this period, few of them can be written in a diary, right? Especially when it is a homework to be handed in.

But if he simply writes about daily life or something, it feels like there is nothing to write about... He doesn't have the writing skills of those novelists who can expand a 500-word content into hundreds of thousands of words.

After thinking about it, he decided to ask his sister for help.

"Xia Zhi..."

"Hmm? Is there something wrong?" Xia Zhi, who was studying the long sword in his hand, raised his head and looked at him in confusion after hearing the boy's voice and asked.

"How do you usually complete your diary assignments?"

"The teachers in our school wouldn't assign that kind of homework."

The girl gave a simple and clear answer.

Summer Solstice: "..."

For a moment, he even wanted to go to Xia Zhi's school... He was simply envious of the difference in the teachers' concepts, and it had nothing to do with the fact that her school was a girls' school.

"But as for the diary, I am indeed writing it." Xia Zhi continued.

Xia Zhi was slightly stunned.

He knew that Xia Zhi had the habit of writing a diary in the past, but he didn't expect that she could persist until now.

After thinking about it, he added a note to the previous sentence in his mind (except Xia Zhi).

"So, what do you usually write in your diary?"

"This one……"

When talking about this topic, Xia Zhi's cheeks suddenly turned red for no apparent reason and she slightly turned her eyes away.

Summer Solstice: ?

The way you act makes me want to take back what I just said.

"That's personal privacy and a girl's secret. Of course you can't talk about it casually, stupid brother." The girl complained to him with a slightly red face.

Although he didn't think his sister had any secrets from him, since she said so, Xia Zhi didn't ask any more questions.

"Speaking of which, brother..."

"what happened?"

"This knife feels so dull... It seems like it has no edge at all..."

Xia Zhi turned her attention back to the long sword in her hand that was shining with silver-white metallic light, and said with a puzzled look on her face.

"The material looks so good, and it feels like a real knife..."

Since it is not used to cut tangible objects, sharpness is naturally not that important.

Xia Zhi thought to himself.

Moreover, if it were not the case, he would not dare to let Xia Zhi play with the knife so casually.

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"What?" Xia Zhi wrinkled her nose and said unhappily, "My sword skills are also very good. The kendo teacher at school said I'm a genius."

Is there any connection between the two? Xia Zhi complained in his heart.

and……

"Even if you are a kendo teacher, you are not qualified to use this sword." After thinking about it, he decided to tell the truth.

“You talk as if you are so great yourself…” the girl muttered softly.

"To be honest, I am the number one swordsman in Chiba City." Xia Zhi boasted in front of his sister.

Moreover, this is not just empty boasting, but is based on solid achievements.

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"As for your brother, I was able to defeat five or six kendo gyms in one day with just my sword... Even the strongest gods were no match for me."

Hubie nodded and said that he could prove that what Xia Zhi said was true.

"Isn't the gap here too big?" Xia Zhi complained.

“But it’s true.”

"Yes, yes, my Sword Saint brother."

The girl said this nonchalantly as she stood up and handed the long knife back to him.

"I'll give it back to you. I have to go cook first."

I didn't believe it at all.

Looking at the girl's back as she walked towards the kitchen, Xia Zhi thought to himself and set his eyes on the long knife in his hand.

Feeling his touch, the silver-white divine sword made a slight trembling sound, and waves of intimate emotions were clearly conveyed.

Xiazhi is not unfamiliar with this kind of emotion. It feels like...

"Meow~"

The kitten came to the living room, jumped onto the sofa in a few seconds, and rubbed Xiazhi's clothes affectionately with its head.

It's probably a feeling similar to this.

Looking at the kitten who was as close to him as ever, Xia Zhi thought to himself.

Obviously, she was somewhat resistant to me before, and even after she accepted me as her master, she still seemed to be a little indifferent to me...

Could it be that... this knife is actually a masochist?

Xia Zhi thought with some hesitation.

as well as……

Looking at the blade in front of him, the image of a green-haired girl appeared in his mind...

……Down.

Chapter 452: Xiao Congyu is actually very shy

If a ghost wants to hide, it is quite difficult to find her.

Xia Zhi glanced at Hubie and Eluke who were still immersed in the fierce game. Without disturbing them, he picked up the long sword and returned to his room.

Although he couldn't find her with his naked eyes, he could be sure that the girl must be nearby, just hiding from him.

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Where do girls usually hide?

Xia Zhi looked at the slightly open closet beside him, hesitated for a moment and did not open it. He turned around and tentatively called out to the empty room:

"Little Cong Yu?"

There was no response, as if the girl was really not in the room.

After thinking for a while, Xia Zhi changed several "220" nicknames in succession: "Flat-plate ghost? Demon sword loli?"

"Princess Taiping?"

"Young knife?"

Just as the words fell, the angry and annoyed voice of a girl came from behind.

"Master! Heaven's punishment——!"

Xia Zhi turned around subconsciously and felt a petite figure bump into his arms.

He did not resist the force, allowing the impact to carry him back two steps and fall on the bed behind him.

"You're getting more and more outrageous. Who is Xiaodao?"

Cong Yu sat on him with a red face, looking at him and shouting in embarrassment.

"There are also flat ghosts, Princess Taiping and so on... Even if you are the master, it is too rude to say this!"

"I think it can clearly and simply reflect the characteristics of the character." Looking at the cute angry look of the girl, Xia Zhi thought about it and suggested to her curiously: "How about you call yourself Youdao from now on?"

"Who would use a nickname as a name?" the girl puffed up her cheeks and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Besides, giving someone a nickname is very rude..."

Before she could finish her words, she felt the boy put his hand on her head. Feeling the gentle touch and warm sensation, Cong Yu's voice gradually softened.

"Wu... Master, this is too much of a cheat..."

"But sometimes, giving someone you like a nickname that's close to you is also a manifestation of love." Xia Zhi gave the girl a counterexample.

"I don't feel any love in these names..."

Cong Yu puffed up her cheeks, looking angry. But compared to the angry and embarrassed expression just now, it lacked the lethality and had a soft and cute look like a spoiled child.

And... the manifestation of love...

No one knew what she was thinking of, but the girl’s face suddenly turned red, and she let out a lovely cry. With a “swish” she quickly distanced herself from Xia Zhi.

When Xia Zhi sat up, he found that she had curled up in the corner beside the bed.

"……What are you doing?"

"We've already done that kind of thing. If we were face to face at close range, no, no, wouldn't it be very embarrassing?" Cong Yu's face flushed. She didn't dare to look at the boy and answered hesitantly in a low voice.

I could tell that he couldn't even finish his words at once. He was really shy.