Prince Ren soon lost interest in forging knives.
It would be interesting if he swung the hammer himself.
Just input resources?
What was the point of that?
He tried it twice by himself later.
He looked at the valet on the second day. He just came back from cultivation and used the All
Formula of 550.
He got two Hasegawa pressure cutters.
A California clear light and a candlestick cutters were given to the people in Honmaru to synthesize.
After returning home, he still felt that it was not good, so he took out his mobile phone and logged into the interrogator forum. He found the crash records of a few interrogators who posted about Europe and Africa, and pulled up a table with the computer.
After more than an hour of analysis, he still couldn't get an exact regression formula.
He looked at the messy records on the computer and felt uncomfortable.
He had to delete all the records.
He turned off the computer and threw darts for half an hour to change his mood.
There was actually a math problem that he couldn't solve?
It was uncomfortable.
He spent another two days and finally sorted out the internal affairs of Honmaru.
Including the situation of the knives in the knife tent.
The rotation table for going out and going on expeditions.
All kinds of resources needed for repair and the current resource inventory. Honmaru's small judgment inventory and various resources (commission talisman, acceleration talisman).
So on and so forth.
The situation was still optimistic. All kinds of resources were very rich. Even if he didn't have a salary, he could enjoy the fruits of his labor for more than half a year.
He sighed again. It was too tiring to manage dozens of people.
He just wanted to understand the situation.
In fact, he didn't have full authority.
He was already so tired …
"I'll come tomorrow night." He said to Tarō Tachi and Ba Xing, who were opposite him.
"I'm going to start school. I may come at night in the future."
Nothing in Honmaru had undergone major adjustments. Their original system was very reasonable.
However, when Prince Ren became the interrogator, there was an inside job in Honmaru. The Gods of Death of the Godly Knife Group took turns to be the interrogator's "tutor" and gave simple Reiki guidance.
The original rotation of the "tutor" was only Tarō Tachi and Ishikari Maru.
Jiro Tachi was stopped by his own brother outside the door, saying that "the Divine Inquisitor is not yet an adult and should not touch alcohol". But Firefly was keen on going out to fight, and he was active in the front line of the first troop almost every day.
However, after Ba Xing came, these Death Gods Fu, who were already smart people, suggested that Ba Xing should also participate in this tutoring activity.
Prince Ren had no objections.
He was a layman, and he had forged it himself. Of course, he would like a knife that had a natural affinity with him.
Of course, although Ba Xing was very proficient in etiquette, Ishikari Maru was the one who could provide the most help when it came to the use of spiritual energy.
This was the conclusion that Prince Ren came to after half a month of listening to their lessons and comparing their teaching methods.
Although his favorite class was Tarō Tachi's.
Half of it was because Seiji's sword gave him the feeling that it was very similar to the Shrine Master's, and the words he said were always reliable. The other half was because of his face.
Of course, Prince Ren was obsessed with appearances. Otherwise, how could he become familiar with Yukimura so quickly?
Tarō Tachi, who had no idea what was going on in his mind, sighed at their little Divine Inquisitor's eagerness to learn.
"You'll be busy with homework at the beginning of the school year, so please take care of your health," he said.
Prince Ren felt helpless that everywhere he went, people would advise him to live a healthy life.
He packed up his notes, stood up, and asked, "When can I go out with them?"
He was actually quite curious about how these swords fought against the Retroactive Army that was trying to change history.
Normal Divine Inquisitors had the obligation to cooperate, but his contract was strange. There was a two-hour time limit, so it was difficult to go to the battlefield.
Probably hearing his curiosity, Tarō Tachi said gently, "You don't have to worry. After you learn the basic control of spiritual energy, you can try to go out."
Prince Ren still cherished his life, so he was not dissatisfied with the fact that he had to ask for the Death Gods' opinion.
He packed up his things and walked out of the door.
A few days after the opening ceremony of the second semester, the Haiyuan Festival was held.
The planning of the festival started during the holidays. The members of the Student Union came to school for several meetings in advance, and the planning of the program started at the end of last semester.
Prince Ren thought about whether he should sign up and sing a song or something, but he was stopped by Marui, who was next to him at that time.
"Don't you know whether your singing is good or not?"
Marui refused with almost all his strength. "It's okay if you hurt us in the KTV, but don't you dare hold a microphone and hurt the whole school on stage."
"You think too much. Not many people watch a cultural performance." Prince Ren was eager to try.
Marui held his hand tightly. "But the sound quality is very good. The sound will spread outside the auditorium!"
Strength was not his strong point, but at that moment, his teammate burst out with great energy. Prince Ren did not want to be a joke to others, so he had to give up resentfully.
At this time, he got the brochure of the Haiyuan Festival and flipped through it casually.
The Tennis Club's booth this year was a mixed game. Hit a jar with a tennis ball, and you could get the corresponding gift. It was very simple.
Of course, the other sports clubs were similar. For example, the Basketball Club had a throwing competition and obstacle course dribbling, while the Baseball Club and the Soccer Club had exhibition games and fun games.
As for the program for the later classes, what was his class's program?
A haunted house or a café?
Prince Ren turned a page, suddenly stopped, and turned back.
A play?
Wait a minute, did this play plan include Yukimura's name?
During the afternoon work, Yukimura gave the tickets to the Tennis Club's main team for the play.
"It's a joint performance between our class and the class next door." Yukimura introduced with a smile. "I'm the planner and script of the whole play."
"Snow White?" Marui turned the tickets over. "A fairy tale?"
"The costumes for a fairy tale are relatively simple."
Yukimura shared his idea. "If the performance is good this time, our Tennis Club's program should also be a play, like Cinderella?"
"But Yukimura, Cinderella is all female." Marui's eyes widened. "Do you want to be a prince?"
"I'm the screenwriter." Yukimura's smile deepened. "Aren't female characters good?
It's very interesting to play the role. "
Under his smiling eyes, Kazuyoshi Sanada, who wanted to say something, swallowed his words.
Out of some subtle psychology, the main team entered the venue on time on the day of the Haiyuan Festival to watch the play of Snow White.
The script wasn't edited too much. The classic plots, such as Snow White being chased by hunters and the poisonous apple of the queen, were all presented very well. The interaction with the dwarves was also very enjoyable.
In the end, the prince's kiss pushed the whole play to the climax, and the audience was excited.
"The acting was very good." Marui finished an entire bag of chips, packed up the bag, and applauded with the audience next to him.
The acting was indeed very good. Whether it was the plot, the setting, or even the costumes, they all reproduced the whole story to the greatest extent. Even the lines were not awkward.
"But think about it, if we were the ones on the stage."
Prince Ren paused and decided to give a specific example. "For example, Cinderella, the protagonist of Cinderella."
"And then?"
"What if the role was assigned to Sanada?"
Prince Ren pointed to Snow White's white dress with gauze on the stage. "Can you imagine Sanada wearing that?"
"… Well …" Marui's eyes flickered.
Considering that Sanada was sitting in front of them and could hear their conversation, he didn't say anything more.
But the silence and Prince Ren's unkind tone were enough to make the veins on Sanada's forehead pop out.
"Prince Ren, this guy …" He gritted his teeth in the front row and almost roared, "Don't let your guard down." However, he was quickly stopped by Liu.
"Hyun Ichiro, the etiquette of watching the play," he whispered.
Sanada was speechless.
Yanagi, who had witnessed everything, pushed up his glasses and felt that Prince Ren's assumption was very scary.
The play aroused everyone's enthusiasm to participate in the Haiyuan Festival.
It was still early when they walked out of the auditorium. Prince Ren looked around and grabbed Yanagi, "Let's go shopping together?
You don't have any work today, right? "
Yanagi, "… Prince Ren?"
Prince Ren recalled the conversation with Yukimura a few days ago and felt that he didn't have enough chemistry with Kazuyanagi.
They didn't get along well enough.
Marui and Kuwabara were inseparable every day and had known each other for four or five years.
But he was Kazuyanagi's son?
Barely a friend?
He raised his hand and hooked Yanagi's shoulder, "I think our position as the first pair is a little dangerous."
Yanagi, "What does this have to do with you holding me now?"
"We should do more to cultivate chemistry," Prince Ren said.
Yanagi looked at him suspiciously, but still walked forward with Prince Ren's strength, "I have to go back to the Student Union office in the afternoon."
"So you have time in the morning?"
Yanagi acquiesced.
Five minutes later, he began to regret why he didn't leave.
"Prince Ren …" The words of rejection were already at the tip of his tongue.
Prince Ren directly ignored him.
He put both hands on Yanagi's shoulders and fixed him at the door of the haunted house, which he didn't know which class or club had arranged. "This kind of more exciting project can cultivate chemistry. If you're scared, you can hold my arm. I won't despise you ~"
Yanagi, "…"
"There are quite a lot of people here, which means the decoration is not bad." Prince Ren looked around as he said this.
He thought that Yanagi was actually afraid of ghosts?
Of course, he did it on purpose. If he hadn't noticed Yanagi's evasive gaze, he wouldn't have noticed the haunted house here.
He had originally planned to drag Yanagi to the tennis club.
There were several "final bosses" in the club's activities, which were taken by the reserve team members who were quite good, but it was naturally better to change to the main team.
Yanagi, afraid of ghosts.
Just thinking about this almost made him laugh.
This was too interesting.
"Look, Mōri senpai is also here." Prince Ren saw the red curly-haired boy not far in front of them.
Mōri senpai wasn't wearing the team uniform, but he was wearing a school uniform. His dark red hair and superior height made him stand out in the crowd. Prince Ren bet that many girls in the line had seen Mōri senpai and came to line up.
However, there was already a girl next to him. She didn't look like a student from the school. When she turned her face, you could see very special bangs and a pair of big eyes.
"Do you think that's Mōri senpai's girlfriend?" Prince Ren leaned closer and whispered in Yanagi's ear, "Look, they even brought a child."
Yanagi, "… That's too rude, Prince Ren."
He wanted to shut up. How could there be such an annoying person in this world?
"I suddenly remembered that I have a meeting in the morning. Now —" He turned around and wanted to leave.
However, he failed to escape. Prince Ren pushed him by the shoulder to make him turn back, "Just now, you said that you had something to do in the afternoon.
Lord Yanagi, the selection for the new student council president hasn't started yet. You should give the seniors a chance to shine. "