Tutor·Chapter 1 The Song of Awakening

She felt that she had had a very good dream, a dream that was so beautiful that she didn't want to wake up. In the dream, she was singing a mantra-like song. The mantra was repeated over and over again. It was obviously very unpleasant to hear, but she just wanted to

She felt that it was the sound of nature, so beautiful that it almost made her cry. She slept in a tolerant world, surrounded by her favorite things. What was that, of course, was the most beautiful loneliness and loneliness in the world.

Sure enough, solitude and loneliness are the best. I was born for loneliness and loneliness. It is so wonderful that I can apply for the Nobel Prize. What kind of award is that? Forgot, it doesn’t matter. In short, there is loneliness and loneliness in the world. This is really the gift of the Creator.

Best work ever.

The girl thought so and opened her eyes.

What came was a head-on blow from a cylindrical blunt instrument.

No one could continue to take a calm bath if a long-haired, wet water ghost suddenly appeared in a bathtub full of water at home. The young man would reflexively use his metal-colored hard weapon.

Throwing it at the "water ghost", after reacting, he looked at the lens that echoed the horror movie and showed an unknown smile.

"Wow, that's really interesting, bold guy."

The girl's body instinctively dodges, grabbing the strange weapon with her right hand to prevent it from hitting her body, while her left hand stirs up a fierce stream of water from the white porcelain bathtub filled with warm water, and rushes towards the direction of the weapon.

With this little time gained, the girl jumped out of the bathtub, held the captured weapon across her chest in her right hand, and began to use her eyes to collect information about the environment.

First, there was a language barrier. She couldn't understand what the enemy said. It wasn't any language she had learned, so she must be in a foreign land. Then, the walls of the room she was in were covered with smooth ceramic tiles, a bathtub, a showerhead, and a sink.

It looked like a bathroom anyway. Why did the enemy bring her to the bathroom to do evil to her? She barely managed to hold off a sharp blow with a short stick, and the huge metal knocking sound echoed in this small bathroom for a long time - that

The young man with black hair, phoenix eyes, white shirt and black trousers, and a pair of clear eyes showed no malice but full of interest in fighting. He did not look like an enemy who had any malice towards her - Fenxin Eryong noticed the girl while parrying and thinking in her mind.

With her unfamiliar movements, the memories in her body that had been blurred by time were slightly awakened. Those were memories of battles engraved on her body. Her movements gradually became simpler and smoother, and her numb right hand, which had been fighting hard and resisting, began to be able to use unloading.

Power moves.

But it was still not enough, and the ribs were broken.

Still not enough, the nose bone was broken.

Not enough, there were many bruises on his body and blood covered his body.

With a beautiful smile, the young man used the weapon to touch her neck and pressed her firmly against the cold tile wall.

She looked directly into the young man's eyes calmly and without fear, and then lowered her eyes as if admitting defeat.

As long as you have no intention of killing me, then I will win this battle. Because I am the proud son of heaven, I will soon grow to be stronger than you and regain my position. I have always done this. I have always done so.

If you are so successful, you will be able to pay for your debt with blood.

Realizing that the "water ghost" had given up, the boy withdrew his weapon, lifted the obedient girl's long hair, and threw the dirty-looking woman covered in blood into the cold bath. Then he turned around and left.

In a quiet room without the deafening sound of metal collision, the girl sat quietly in the bathtub, taking some time alone to sort out her thoughts.

I survived, I survived. My beloved Gloria really accomplished this thing and truly survived.

It was not because she was lucky to have escaped from the young man. She knew from the first moment she met the young man that he would not kill her, but because she was aware of the fact that she was alive.

This world is so beautiful. The water mixed with blood turns rose red, and the sparkling lights shining on the water are so dazzling.

Sure enough, since he survived, it means "that" was successful.

So the blood splashing everywhere seemed to evaporate, disappearing at a speed that was barely noticeable to the naked eye. Then the disappeared things she could feel were transformed into another substance, came to her, and were transformed into her own flesh and blood again.

He is recovering.

The water in the bathtub became lighter and became clearer. The blood stains in the bathroom also disappeared. The bathroom became spotless again. No, it cannot be said to be spotless. It can only be said that it returned to a neat white color. The battle still caused some damage to the bathroom.

harm.

She was sitting in the white porcelain bathtub in the dilapidated bathroom, sitting in the cold water, with a proud smile on her beautiful face.

It is indeed me, I am the proud son of God, God’s favorite.

Immortality! Immortality! I did it, of course I did it. Hahaha, hahahahahahahaha!!!

The girl, who had recovered as intact as ever, put on the clothes the boy threw to her, which were men's clothes. And they were men's school uniforms.

She has a slender figure, perfect proportions, and small breasts. She wears men's clothing supported by a straight waist, and there is no sense of incongruity in the fact that she is dressing up as a man.

The aura in her body is enough to make others ignore her gender - it is pride, conceit, and arrogant belief.

And she was eating jam bread leisurely in the restaurant as if she were a guest. Her movements were elegant and easy, as if she was not eating fast food, but dining in a high-society restaurant. This was enough for the boy to ignore that she was still in a mess last night.

His men were defeated.

The boy who got up in the morning thought like this. Ignoring the existence of the "water ghost", he had breakfast and went to school.

The illiterate girl took her laptop to the living room and turned on the TV and computer at the same time. The TV opened a channel with subtitles, and the computer also pulled out a subtitled movie from the computer.

The multitasking girl, the writer who brushes the black pen on the notebook, is deciphering the sounds, meanings and shapes of this strange language like a cipher.

After mastering a few words, I searched for elementary school textbooks in pdf format from the Internet and read, memorized, analyzed, and understood them at a glance.

This is extremely simple for a girl.

Who am I? I am the proud son of God, God's favorite. There is nothing I can't do in this world, I know it.

She closed her notebook, closed her eyes, and sank deep into her thoughts with the TV playing in the background, sorting out the foreign language knowledge she had learned.

When the boy walked under the light of the stars and returned home, what he saw was the arrogant girl dressed in men's clothing with her arms folded and her legs crossed as if sitting on a throne, and what she heard was her boastful and complacent words.

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"Welcome back."

"Welcome back, I'm hungry."

"..."

"I smell the aroma of the food. Do you really want me to die in your house?"

The girl found the lunch box that the cold boy threw at her head. She took it, opened it, and started eating at the dining table. The boy also sat across from her, looking at her with a scrutinizing and somewhat curious look.

"Do water ghosts also eat?"

Chewing the assorted fried rice that was cold but still tasted good, the girl looked up at him with an expression on her face and asked coldly with a slightly annoyed tone:

"How do you know I'm a water ghost?"

"You suddenly appeared in a bathtub filled with water. Of course you are a water ghost."

"Suddenly?"

"One second it was empty, and the next second it was there."

"I see."

Did she appear suddenly? Was it by chance or an accident? However, this young man did not look like he was lying, nor did he seem to know anything about it. If he was going to lie, then making up such a lie that no one would believe would show that the liar has a brain.

There is a problem. This young man doesn't seem to have any serious mental problems, so the possibility of lying to her is very low.

Having said that, is there really anything wrong with his mind? He didn't drive her out when faced with the "water ghost", but he was able to fight and talk freely and even brought back a lunch. This is clearly his intention to domesticate such magical creatures as the "water ghost"

behavior.

However, it was no harm to her. In a foreign country where she was unfamiliar, she had no reason to refuse the "help" of a man who lived in a big house and was well off.

"It turns out you understand Japanese and can speak."

"I didn't understand it before, but I learned it in one day."

She didn't mind at all what she said seemed like a lie.

"Is it witchcraft?"

"Hahaha, what a cute conjecture. But if the intelligence reaches its peak, it can also be regarded as sorcery."

Facing the young man's innocent and cute guess, she smiled without hesitation.

"snort."

"Young man, after dinner, let's have another after-dinner exercise."

She smiled with a murderous look on her face and pointed to another pair of duckweed crutches she had chosen from the room dedicated to collecting weapons on the dining table.

"Oh? Do you really want to be bitten by me? Besides, my name is Hibari Kyouya."
Chapter completed!