"Hey, Qingsu Jun." The boy sitting behind him came over, "What does the Lord of God do?"

"Manage the shrine or something." Another girl guessed.

"That's a lot of power!" Another boy exclaimed.

"Is it amazing?" the girl asked curiously.

"Of course!" The boy who said that the power of the country raised his voice. "I often see news reports that a politician in Kanto, a nobleman in Kansai, married his daughter to the Miyaji of the shrine! From this we can see that the shrine is not such a simple organization, and it is certainly even more difficult to manage the shrine!"

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"Mr. Qingsu, aren't you the Lord of God? Tell me." A girl asked Qingsu with interest.

On Tuesday, December 22, a large staircase classroom at the University of Tokyo, the Ministry of Medicine, was not a class, but a lecture by the dean of the Ministry of Medicine.

Starting yesterday, the news reported on the news that the Japanese ship accompanying doctor Yuan Qingsu, who is calm in the face of danger, adapts to local conditions, and treats crew members, including the fact that he serves as the Lord of the State.

"I just became accused of it, and I don't know what to do." Yuan Qingsu replied.

"You have been taking leave before, such as traveling, changing to painting comics. We thought something was happening at your home. It turned out that you were preparing for sailing." A boy said.

"But what's the use of sailing? So many people died."

"Find a safe waterway, and one more transportation route can do a lot."

"There is also the sea, and the resources inside are definitely ten times more than the land combined!"

"I don't envy Qingsu Jun for becoming the Lord of God, I just envy him for going with Shen Lin and Ji Gong from the Literature Department."

"What's there to envy about this?" A girl disagreed. "I still envy them with Qingsu Jun!"

"Oh?!" Everyone made meaningful voices.

"Kannai, is this a confession?"

"No, oh, I'm so annoying to you!"

"What's so shy about this? I also like Qingsu-kun, Xiao Jiana, I won't give it to you!"

"Hey, stay away from me." Yuan Qingsu said to the boy who liked him, but it was actually a joke about Jiana's.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"What's the matter? I'm so happy to laugh?" The dean of the medical department walked in and asked the students who were gathered with a kind smile.

"Dean, Shun said he likes Qingsu Jun!"

"I'm kidding! You guys!"

The angry roar made the classroom laugh even happier.

"Congratulations, Yuanjun." The dean said to Yuan Qingsu.

"Hmm? Ah, this, nothing to be congratulated on."

The dean was stunned, then smiled and said, "I talk about the Lord of God."

"You said this, thank you, Dean."

The dean has thin hair and a rosy and healthy face, which are symbols of studying elderly diseases such as hypertension.

Because of this, the president has many relationships in politics and finance and is quite influential.

There seemed to be such reasons for being able to take up the throne of dean.

In this lecture, there was no specific subject or surgery. The dean talked about wherever he thought of it. It was all interesting things mixed with medical knowledge, or it was the practices and experiences of the hospital.

Everyone listened with relish.

Yuan Qingsu looked out the window and could see Sansilang Pond from here. With his extraordinary eyesight, he even saw the fruits of the vertebrae falling all over the ground.

The day after tomorrow is Christmas Eve, the school is on winter vacation, and it is also the day when Yuan Qingsu and Shen Lin Yuzi date.

When I thought of this, I felt a warm sense of pleasure and impulse in my heart, and I wanted to stand up and punch the blackboard.

"The clinical professor at the National University School of Medicine must complete the three tasks of diagnosis, treatment, teaching, and scientific research. They are all very busy. If you become the dean, you will also have to add administrative management. Of course, I am very happy with this physical work."

The students below laughed.

Yuan Qingsu suddenly stood up.

"Hmm?" The dean was stunned, "Yuanjun, what's wrong with you?"

"Dean, I'm sorry, I remembered something and left first!" Yuan Qingsu said while packing up the textbook.

Without waiting for the dean to react, he had already hurried out of the classroom.

After leaving the classroom and coming to the corridor, it was time to walk for running.

After going down the stairs and leaving the Medical Museum, Yuan Qingsu shuttled through the campus with dead branches and leaves.

The golden ginkgo has withered, and even the fallen leaves on the ground have been swept away, and Christmas lanterns are decorated along the way.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing." Yuan Qingsu lowered her head, bent over, walked into the textbook of the Literature Department, and sneaked to the side of Shenlin Yuko and Himemiya Shiroya.

"Why are you here? Isn't there a class?" Ji Gong Shiliuye asked him curiously.

Yuan Qingsu put the medical textbook on the desk and said, "Look outside."

The two looked out the French floor-to-ceiling window in confusion.

When I was in the medical museum, the snow just left between the clouds, and it happened to fall.

"It's snowing?" Ji Gong Shiliuye turned his face in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"This is the first snow this year, and I think we need to stay together."

"" Shen Lin Yuzi and Himemiya looked at each other, and smiled at the same time.

I felt that he was a little fussy and a little happy.

It didn't snow much, but when he came, it made sense.

"Let's have hot pot tonight? Let's have some wine." Yuan Qingsu whispered.

"Student Yuan." The lecturer on the podium named him.

"Ah? In."

"You will recite a French poem about snow."

"Is China's okay?" Yuan Qingsu asked tentatively.

"What kind of class am I doing?"

""

He looked at the two witches with help, and Ji Gong Shiliuye covered his mouth and smiled secretly.

Shen Lin Yuzi first smiled and gave Yuan Qingsu a blank look, then put down his hand that was holding his face, picked up a pen, and wrote on his notebook.

"Snow!" Yuan Qingsu thought.

"Author, Guo Yanmeng."

"Ximo Naixue is as white as your neck."

"Ximo Naixue and yours, and yours"

Ji Gong Shiliuye turned sideways, blocking Shen Lin Yuzi's notes, and smiling happily at Yuan Qingsu.

"It's as cold as your heart!" Yuan Qingsu made up his own sentence.

The French literature students who have been laughing secretly since Yuan Qingsu came in finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, and some even held their abdomen and burst into tears.

"It's 'Shimona, snow is as white as your knees', 'cold' behind it, 'Shimona, your heart is as cold as your snow."

After the lecturer finished speaking, he had no choice but to put together the textbook.

"Forget it, everyone, go watch the snow, and get out of class is over."

The students cheered and shouted long live the teacher. Long live the fruits, and Simona went from head to toe.

"Let's go, eat hot pot!" Yuan Qingsu's honest expression just now flew up instantly.

"You treat you." Ji Gong Shiliu Ye pushed the textbook in front of Yuan Qingsu. When he had sorted out the books and walked out, he put his hands on his shoulders and followed him step by step.

Her every move gives people a sense of intimacy, making people feel that it is mainly Yuan Qingsu, and the relationship between the two is extraordinary.

People who are treated like this will unconsciously ignore the distance and become close to her.

Yuan Qingsu was wary of her for this, because that was already before July this year.

Now, the relationship between the two is indeed extraordinary. Ji Gong Shiliuye's behavior of expressing intimacy has also changed from verbal to physical contact.

"I invite Miss Shenlin to eat because she helped me just now and gave me a reason to treat you to eat." Yuan Qingsu said.

"Will the teacher finish the get out of class early without me? This kind of kindness, let alone treat me to dinner, you should kneel down and kowtow to this witch."

"I like class very much, this reason is not valid."

"That's because of love."

"Well, okay, because of love."

The three of them came outside, and snowflakes fluttered and fell from the clear sky. The University of Tokyo seemed to be still in the snow, quiet.

"Notify Bai Zi and the others?" Shen Lin Yuzi asked.

"If you treat, just be as you please. Anyway, I will only treat you." Yuan Qingsu said.

"I didn't see that you were so stingy." Ji Gong Shiliuye made fun of him.

"I was rich before meeting Miss Shenlin." Yuan Qingsu looked like she was unbearable to look back on the past.

"By the way." Shen Lin Yuzi remembered something, "I remember to call your God Lord's salary directly on my account, and I will give you pocket money every week."

"Package? How much?"

"One thousand yen?"

"One thousand? Eating a bowl of ramen is not enough!"

'You are all food and accommodation at home, and the government will provide you with the rest of the things you need. Don't say a thousand, what do you want money to do? Save it for Yuzi.' Yuji nagged.

Yuan Qingsu rubbed his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lin Yuzi looked at him and said worriedly, his voice soft.

"It's okay. I just suddenly feel that there are benefits to you without your mother."

"What do you mean?" Shen Lin Yuzi was stunned.

‘What do you mean?’

"It's nothing, some understanding of the mantra." Yuan Qingsu said perfunctorily, "Let's go!"

Christmas is near, and the street trees on the street are decorated with cheap decorations.

A banner is hung in a KFC store to promote Christmas packages.

The girl who sent paper on the roadside was dressed up as Santa Claus, and the only thing that remained unchanged was her legs, which were still exposed naked.

No matter which intersection you walk, you will hear the melody of Christmas-themed songs.

"Christmas is coming soon." Yuan Qingsu said to the two, glanced at Lin Yuzi.

Shen Lin Yuzi held the textbook in both hands. After hearing this, he freed up his right hand and combed his neat hair.

"What does foreign festival mean?" Ji Gong Shiliuye was not interested.

"Well, but it doesn't matter, just be happy." Yuan Qingsu smiled.

The three of them found a hot pot restaurant. The store was in a corner of a small intersection of the commercial street. The two walls exposed outside were replaced by floor-to-ceiling windows.

Naturally, stickers such as Christmas trees and reindeer were also pasted on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

They found a place by the window, and while eating, they listened to the sound of the first snow.

"What are your plans next?" Ji Gong Shiliuye caught a thin piece of black hair Wagyu.

"Watch a movie?" Yuan Qingsu took a sip of beer.

"Who told you this?" She picked up another piece of crispy meat and dipped it in some chili noodles.

"Reform in the world of cultivation? Let's talk about it after the New Year. This year's holiday is on, so have a good rest."

"Do you go back to the Four Kingdoms during the Chinese New Year?" Shen Lin Yuzi ate tofu.

She likes vegetarian dishes such as tofu, kelp, potatoes, coriander, etc. She doesn't eat much meat, mainly fish.

"Go back." Yuan Qingsu picked up the plate containing wild boar meat and put the slices into the pot, "Where are you?"

"Your words remind me of a scene." Ji Gong Shiliuye put down his chopsticks and picked up the wine glass.

"Oh?" Yuan Qingsu looked at her while putting down the plate.

"I saw it in the book," Ji Gong Shiliuye took a sip of wine and played with the wine glass. "The original text is like this, 'Mom, I want to drink porridge.', 'Make it myself.', 'Why don't forget it.', then my mother took it out of the pot and started to cook porridge helplessly."

Yuan Qingsu smiled twice, and found it very interesting.

"I didn't want to retreat to advance, let you accompany me," he explained.

"Then we won't go." Shen Lin Yuzi smiled.

"I'm kidding."

"Is it true or not?" Ji Gong Shiliuye picked up the chopsticks again and asked him with a smile.

"Real gold is not afraid of fire refining, it is fake!" Yuan Qingsu said righteously.

The songs were played in the store, not Yamashita Tatsuro's "Christmas Eve". It was sung by several girls. It was probably Nogizaka, Hinagasaka, Kagurazaka, and Peeping Saka.

"Then let's go back to Shiguo together." Yuan Qingsu said, "But Xiaodou Island in winter may not be of much interest to you."

"The White Mountain Shrine is even more boring." After saying that, Himemiya Shiroya thought of something and asked Yuan Qingsu with a smile, "Where are they? Go with us?"

"Bai Zi and the others? Let's go together." Yuan Qingsu tasted a piece of pork, "Well, that's OK."

The two picked up chopsticks and picked up a piece of pork.

For a moment, the three of them didn't say anything, enjoying the taste of extra-grade pork, exhaling heat from their mouths.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the hot pot restaurant are painted with a layer of white mist. The store is very warm and the singing is neither too loud.

"I'm talking about the sisters of Itomi and there are six flowers." Himemiya Shiroya continued the topic just now.

"Ita sees them staying at home with their parents, and if Liu Chuhua doesn't let her stay here alone, right?"

"Do you still feel sorry for her?"

"It's a little bit." Yuan Qingsu was distracted for a second, "Born in the snow."

Jimura Shiliuye glanced at him and said, "You have no father, Yuzi has no mother, and he was abandoned by his father in the White Mountain Shrine. Everyone is pitiful."

"Everyone?" Shen Lin Yuzi repeated the word and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

"Go back and tell you secretly." Ji Gong Shiliuye leaned into her ear and whispered.

"Didn't you tell me?" Yuan Qingsu picked up the bottle and poured them wine.

"You're just an accident. I came to Tokyo for Oko."

"I don't like girls." As the sound of pouring wine, Shen Lin Yuzi rejected Ji Gong Shiliuye's confession with an alienated voice.

"You're too much, wuwu~" Ji Gong Shiliuye cried and threw himself on Yuan Qingsu's shoulders. Perhaps this was the purpose of her to tell the secret to Shen Lin Yuzi.

'You haven't told Yuko about her father yet.' Yuki reminded someone.

‘Let’s talk about it after the New Year.’

"Come on, cheers!" Yuan Qingsu raised his wine glass.

Shen Lin Yuzi raised his glass, Ji Gong Shiliu Ye was unable to get up on his shoulders, pretending to be drunk, and clinking glasses with the two of them with a smile.

After drinking, time seemed to be leisurely and lazy, and wanted to do nothing or think about anything.

Under the table, Yuan Qingsu secretly touched Shen Lin Yuzi's feet with her feet.

Shen Lin Yuzi suddenly glanced at Yuan Qingsu with a cold look.

She looked away, but didn't take her feet away, holding her chin with her hands.

‘Scum!’

‘Don’t talk nonsense.’

‘You are not much better than Yuzi’s father!’

‘It’s much better.’

‘What’s the good thing?!’

‘I really like them both.’
Chapter completed!