Living your daily life in a shonen anime seems to be wrong.

"Brother Qiye, have some tea."

Then he poured a glass for Mitsuko and Frenda after their marriage.

Then he sat to the side, drinking tea and watching TV, living a more leisurely life than Qiye.

Fremia returned very quickly.

Excitedly, she ran to Qiye's side with a sketchbook in hand.

Qi Ye was drinking tea.

She opened the sketchbook and held it up in front of Qiye.

"Look, this is roughly what Brother Qiye and Sister's notebook looks like."

"Pfft...cough cough cough..."

Qi Ye spat out his tea in one gulp.

Frenda, instead of continuing to stare at Mitsuko after their marriage, hurriedly ran over.

"So what were you doing then?"

She snatched the sketchbook from Fremia's hand.

After flipping through the pages, she couldn't help but blush. There were some things that she and Qiye hadn't even done yet, but Freya had drawn them.

"Brother Qiye..."

She looked at Qi Ye, her eyes filled with reproach.

It's all because Qi Ye taught the child bad habits; otherwise, how could a ten-year-old girl understand these things?

But Qiye only looked helpless.

Himegami Akisa often watched him draw in his books, but she never seemed to know anything about drawing.

So it's all fate.

He put down his teacup and then hugged Fremia in his arms again.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Kid, just sit here and watch TV."

As he said this, he yawned again and lay down, letting Freya sit on him.

The table was placed directly on the floor for convenience.

Fremia didn't say anything, picked up Seven Nights' teacup to drink tea, ate snacks and watched TV.

Frenda secretly watched the notebooks she and Shichiya had drawn, which were drawn by her younger sister.

So this is what her so-called faith is?

Even after getting married, Mitsuko blushed a little.

Notebooks and such...

She had also seen some of the sketches that Qi Ye drew, mainly when she was drawing the original manuscripts.

The contents of that...

Being touched on the buttocks by Nanaya is nothing compared to those other things.

"By the way, Photon."

"Huh?"

"When you get back to your dorm tonight, please find Xiao Juanbao for me. She's my student, Wan Nei Juanbao. Tell her to come to my place tomorrow morning. If she doesn't know how to get here, you can bring her with you."

"Wannei Silk Protection? I understand."

After the marriage, Mitsuko nodded.

Although I don't know what Qiye is going to do, it shouldn't be a problem to call someone for help.

After all, we signed that contract back then.

If Nanaya really wants to, then... it's not impossible.

……

evening.

Some students cook their own dinner, while others eat out.

Today, Wannei Kinbo and Paofu Wanbin went out for dinner together and even left the schoolyard.

Wannai Kinuho twisted her ankle, but Shichiya was very helpful and massaged it for her. After resting for a day, she was fine.

However, perhaps due to psychological factors, I still feel something is a little strange.

In response, Pao Fuwanbin suggested that he go back to rest as soon as possible.

But we can't leave for the time being.

I've been entangled with bad influences.

So these delinquents really have no sense of propriety. They dare to stop students from Tokiwadai. Don't they know that Tokiwadai is protected by two Level 5s?

Well, okay, it's one of the rules that villains aren't very smart.

Bad habits bring bad luck; this is one of the laws of nature.

Just as the people inside the bay were trying to create some water to wash them away, a series of crackling lightning flashes appeared.

That handsome, sometimes boyish, "strongest and invincible electric princess" appeared before them.

The delinquents all lay on the ground, utterly powerless to resist.

"Amazing!"

The two girls seemed to be captivated as well, their faces filled with admiration.

Misaka Mikoto walked up to them.

Are you alright?

Hi, thank you.

"It's good that you're alright. Remember to avoid going to secluded places in the future."

As a senior, Misaka Mikoto is quite qualified.

He gave a few words of advice, patted the two little girls on the head, and then turned and left.

The two girls, realizing what had happened, quickly gave chase, but it was too late.

"That one just now..."

"It must be Misaka Mikoto-senpai, the most powerful Electromaster."

"So handsome!"

"..."

Misaka Mikoto.

A woman burdened with deep sins.

It led one young girl after another down a path of no return.

Chapter 173: Subtle

a new day.

morning.

Wannai Kinuho got out of bed early and, together with Kongo Mitsuko, went to the shrine.

Last night, after the wedding, Mitsuko contacted her, saying that Shichiya had asked her to come over.

Did Qi Ye need something from her?

She wasn't quite sure either, since the teacher seemed a bit irresponsible. Yesterday during class, he even called her to the swimming pool, just to test her abilities.

So what are you planning to do this time?

Just think about how that teacher took off all their panties...

"It shouldn't be...something bad, right?"

There's some uncertainty regarding the preservation of silk within the bay.

Looking at Mitsuko, who was leading the way after her marriage, he forced himself to calm down.

"After all, there are seniors with us."

That's what she thought.

She didn't know Mitsuko before marriage. They had chatted briefly before, and she learned that Mitsuko had transferred to the school at the beginning of this academic year.

He seems like a good person.

Just like Misaka Mikoto-senpai, she is a good person.

Misaka Mikoto saved her from the delinquents and also had a flirtatious relationship with Fuyuki Manbin.

I felt a deep admiration for that senior.

Lost in thought, I arrived at the gate of the shrine.

Surrounded by modern buildings, this ancient shrine seems quite out of place.

Perhaps Shichiya is just the kind of person who doesn't fit in.

I followed them inside and met Nanaya in the living room.

He was still wearing a white coat, still had his right eye closed, and was slumped on the table, yawning, completely listless.

"Little Silk Guardian, you're here."

His tone was completely unmotivated; this guy must be about to give up.

Just like those middle-aged men in their twenties or thirties who have accomplished nothing and whose lives are bleak...

Hmm, are men in their twenties or thirties considered middle-aged men?