Kanagawa Taoist College Students

Making an "artifact" was not difficult at all for Li Xuehao. He arranged several magic circles in the toy-like money sword, and then input some spiritual energy as the basis for the operation of the magic circle, and an "artifact" was completed.

After teaching Qianye Mika how to use it, Li Xuehao said goodbye and left Gao Yuan's house.

When we returned to Ochanomizu University, it was only around two o'clock.

She went shopping with Midori Sawai and Yuko Sawai again. This time she didn't buy anything, mainly because Midori Sawai stopped her. She didn't want the little girl to get into the habit of spending money lavishly.

Sawai Yuko was very depressed about this. She still had a lot of things she liked that she had not bought. However, facing her sister's power, she did not dare to protest too much. When they parted, she seemed a little downcast.

Before dinner, the "manly" group such as Li Xuehao and Komikawa Taro returned to the "Kindaichi" B\u0026B, but the "lady group" such as Fukuoka Naomi, Nagatsuma Kuron and other "lady group" had not returned yet.

But they emailed back and said they had dinner out.

"Manaka, shall we go out for dinner too?" Knowing that the "lady group" was outside, Komi Kawataro and others couldn't help but feel excited.

"You have to talk to Coach Fuyuan first." Of course Li Xuehao had no objection, but Junlang Fuyuan was at the B\u0026B, so he had to at least inform him.

Several people walked into the room. Toshiro Fukuoka was lying on the bed on the floor, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep.

But he probably slept very lightly, and the movement of several people coming in woke him up, and he raised his head and looked over.

Several people were shocked when they saw his appearance, because Fu Yuan's handsome expression was so terrifying. His face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were blue. He looked like he was seriously ill and would die at any time.

"Coach, what's wrong with you?" Komikawa Taro and others gathered around him with concern. For a moment, they didn't care about going out for dinner.

"I'm fine, maybe I caught a cold last night." Fukuoka Toshiro said with force, but his voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for several days.

"You have a cold? This is serious! Coach Fukuoka, let's take you to the hospital." Komikawa Taro and others became nervous, especially when they saw Fukuoka Junlang's scary expression, it didn't look like a simple cold.

"No, it doesn't matter to me, just take a nap." Fu Yuanjunlang tried his best to raise his hand and waved, "It's getting late now, so you don't have to call me for dinner. I want to sleep more."

Taro Omikawa and others were even more worried and wanted to say something. Li Xuehao stopped them: "Omikawa, you go out for dinner first, I will stay and take care of Coach Fuyuan."

"Are you staying?" Komikawa Taro and others looked at him in surprise.

"Well, you can rest assured that I will take care of you." Li Xuehao nodded.

"No, you don't need to take care of me, Koji, you can go too." Hearing that he wanted to stay and take care of himself, Fukuoka Junlang said with a tired face on the bed.

"Coach Fuyuan, if no one stays, we won't worry about you alone." Li Xuehao shook his head, then looked at Komi Kawataro and others, "So you go out to eat, and I can take care of the coach. .”

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, and seemed to be very confident in taking care of Coach Fukuoka, in view of their trust in him, Komikawa Taro and others hesitated for a moment and said: "Manaka, if anything happens, remember to call us. .”

"Yes, I will." Li Xuehao agreed.

Komi Kawataro and others felt a little more relieved and told the coach to get more rest. They also asked if there was anything they wanted to eat and they would bring it back.

Li Xuehao said a few things casually, and when they left, he looked at Fu Yuan Junlang with a serious expression: "Uncle Jun Lang, you don't have a cold, right?" When no one was around, because of Fu Yuan Naomi's relationship, it would be better to call him a little closer. It doesn't matter.

"I have a cold, and maybe a little fever, but I have already taken medicine." Toshiro Fukuoka argued tiredly, and finally added, "So you go with them, and I will take a nap and feel refreshed." It will recover.”

Seeing that he was still holding on, Li Xuehao thought it was better not to be secretive: "Uncle Junlang, I know you may be afraid of embarrassment, but I am the only one here, and I will not make fun of you. The reason why you are so tired is because you have been so tired recently. It's going to be a lot of consumption for a few days, right?" After all, when it came to that kind of thing, he still put it mildly.

"Ahem..." Of course Fu Yuanjunlang could hear it, and his pale face had a rare blush.

Li Xuehao knew very well that he was not suffering from a cold at all, but that he had lost his temper. To be precise, he had consumed too much in the past few days and his body could no longer hold on. Speaking of which, they are all in their thirties, and they are not children. They still don't know how to control things like that. In just a few days, they got themselves to this point.

"Uncle Junlang, let me help you." Li Xuehao sighed in his heart. He had lost too much. He could not make up for it even if he slept dozens of times just by relying on his own recovery power, let alone a sleep. For Naomi Fukuoka's sake, there was no way he would let anything happen to him.

In the astonishment of Fu Yuanjunlang, Li Xuehao reached out and touched his chest, and then pretended to massage it, secretly letting in a faint spiritual energy.

As the spiritual energy entered the body, Fu Yuan's handsome face returned to rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye. It didn't take long for his blue lips to return to their normal color.

Fukuoka Toshiro found it incredible. Originally, he was ready to yell angrily, but as his weak body gradually regained its vitality, he was more surprised than surprised and angry.

"This, this is really amazing. I feel that my body is full of power." As someone took back his hand, Fukuoka Toshiro sat up from the bed. He looked at his arm and squeezed his fist hard. , feeling full of tyrannical explosive power, and he was filled with surprises, "How did you do it? What is this massage technique called? It's really incredible..." At the end of the sentence, he couldn't find a suitable adjective. .

"Uncle Junlang, I must emphasize that you should be more restrained about that kind of thing." Li Xuehao looked at Fuyuan Junlang who was inexplicably surprised and said, hoping that this guy would not heal the scar and forget about the pain. When the time comes, he will not be able to do it again. Give him a "healing spell".

After he stressed, Fukuoka Toshiro's face turned red: "Ahem, it's not what you think..." He still refuses to admit it until now.

"Uncle Junlang, we all know about you going out every night." Li Xuehao interrupted him.

"Do you... all know?" Fukuoka Toshiro was stunned at first, and then blushed and became embarrassed. If everyone knew, then there was no point in him being sneaky. He thought his behavior was unnoticed and very secretive.

"Yes, we all know that you went to find Coach Akasaki." Li Xuehao exposed him directly, as if he didn't see the way he was so embarrassed that he wanted to wrap himself up with a quilt, "Speaking of which, Coach Akasaki knows that you Is this the case?"

This is what he is most confused about. Fukuoka Toshiro's loss was not caused in a short period of time. Logically speaking, Akasaki Kiyora should be able to tell from his appearance, but why didn't he stop him and just let him go? Is he seeking death?