Bombardment Scorch felt that his deskmate was a little weird. She wore two birds of different colors to school every day and looked at everyone else coldly. The only interaction she had was with him.

To be honest, he actually quite liked this quiet deskmate. Unlike other people, when they knew that he was Andwa's son, their eyes showed that they took it for granted that he was Andwa's son, and all their efforts were naturally attributed to him.

Wind Song was basically sleeping in class, but once school was over, she would be alive and kicking. Bombardment Scorch once thought that she was actually a bad student.

However, once when she was called by the teacher to answer a question, Bombardment Scorch felt that she was going to be unlucky. In the end, she stood up, rubbed her eyes, and casually glanced at the question.

She easily blurted out the correct answer.

As Wind Song fell asleep in class, she was often called to answer questions. After a while, the teacher realized that Wind Song actually knew how to answer all the questions. He scolded her several times, but she did not change. He shook his head and let her sleep in class.

Bombardment Scorch then overturned his previous thoughts. So she's a top student. He then stopped looking at Wind Song and quietly lowered his head to continue reading his textbook. After all, there were still some things that he did not know how to study.

He often saw Wind Song's fair and delicate body exposed from her school uniform. There were always big and small scars on her body, but they would disappear after school as if they never existed.

He once thought that she was a bad girl. After all, the scene of her flirting with him when school started was still vivid in his mind.

Bombardment Scorch asked out of politeness.

"How did you get those scars on your body?"

Wind Song lifted her eyelids and looked at her hand. Hmm, it's actually much better than before. She then slowly spat out two words.

"Training."

After that, she lifted Bombardment Scorch's shirt and pointed at the bruises and frostbite under his shirt. The dark bruises and dark purple frostbite on his fair skin were very obvious.

This action was very sudden and caught Bombardment Scorch off guard.

Bombardment Scorch was shocked. He was stunned. "What are you doing …"

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Feng Song.

"Same as you."

"Taichi, treat him."

"Chirp!" The cream-colored bird resting on Wind Song's head responded.

For the first time, Bombardment Scorch felt the warmth and gentleness flowing through his body, gradually healing the wounds on his body.

Bombardment Scorch buried his head in his hands and leaned on the table, holding back the sound that escaped his mouth. The comfortable feeling brought by the healing and the sore and itchy feeling of the wound being repaired.

That day, Wind Song didn't recover in time. Bombardment Scorch watched her drag herself home. He was a little worried that she would increase the intensity of her training.

Then, she shook her head and thought of Andwar. The anger in her heart gushed out. No, at least her family wouldn't be like Andwar.

Andwar, I'll definitely surpass you and prove that you're wrong!

Wind Song, who dragged herself home, leaned against the seat of the train. She kept scolding someone who always wore a black and purple hunting outfit.

Every day, she would train until dawn. If she disobeyed, she would be thrown to slay Yamata no Orochi!

Everyone in the family knew that Yamata no Orochi was extremely ugly and it even stayed in the dark and cold cave. The problem was …

It!

Not only was it stronger than it was, but it was also killed once!

It would be reborn the next day!

Is it an earthworm?!

As expected, when she reached home, she was scolded by a Haruaki Kuroki who was wearing a black and purple hunting outfit. She was then thrown to the entrance of Yamata no Orochi's cave and accidentally dropped a bag of Randamo biscuits.

Wind Song accepted her fate and finished the biscuits. She could feel that she had recovered half of her personality. She obediently used her personality to summon cherry blossom petals and formed a thin layer of protection around her. She then used the petals to form a Tachi.

Only after he was fully prepared did he step into the cave without fear of death.

Wind Song lay in a pool of Yamata no Orochi's blood. She was so tired that she almost fainted. She only had a single thought in her heart.

F * * *, it hurts so much. Is there something wrong with this Haruaki Kuroki?!

Should I thank him for strengthening the seal on Yamata no Orochi by half?!

Hmph, although he even gave me a small biscuit.

She whispered in a low voice.

Qing Ming walked out from behind the mountain while tapping her fan. She looked at Hei Qing Ming who was hiding in a dark corner and almost couldn't be seen.

"Haruaki Kuroki, Wind Song's training should end here right?"

"Hmph, I just don't want the younger sister of Daitengu to be so weak!" Haruaki Kuroki turned around and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

"But it's still barely acceptable." His last sentence faded away in the wind.

Kuroki laughed lightly. This younger brother of his wasn't honest at all. He was clearly very satisfied with Wind Song.

Back then, he had specially looked for Qin Wentian and said awkwardly:

"How can the younger sister of Daitengu be so weak? I will reluctantly help you train her."

The next day, Bombardment Scorch stared at the empty seat. He silently wondered if it was because of him that Wind Song couldn't go to school. As expected, she was the same as him.

Wind Song was given a day off by Haruaki Kuroki. She didn't even need to go to school. She could rest comfortably at home for the entire day.

However, when she returned to school, she discovered that her deskmate, Bombardment Scorch, was treating her better for some reason. His gaze was no longer as cold as ice, but there was a hint of pity and sympathy in his eyes.

This person gave her a feeling that they were the same kind of people. (Didn't I just rest for a day? Did her deskmate eat the wrong medicine?)