“Disgusting... heh, that's the first time I've been told that.” The royal hand laughed again, and the cold light was stronger in his eyes.

“If I could see your true face, everyone would say so. ”

“Didn't you say it was stupid to use the word 'all’? ”

“Yes, but that's what I want to do. ”

“Looks like I'm really disgusted... Summer night, you really make me feel like I can't feel it at all from other girls. ”

“Stop calling me names.” The chairman frowned.

“You are special, to me, the most special woman.” Your hands look at each other's faces and look at each other with a different look. “I really want to, I really want to get you...”

Summer night felt chilly.

That's the look.

This cold... No, beyond the cold, indifferent and heterogeneous eyes, makes her feel dangerous and disgusting.

“I'm a little uncomfortable, goodbye. ”

Summer night steps away.

She really doesn't want to face this guy anymore.

Your hand suddenly reaches out and grabs her.

Waving vigorously in the summer nights with precautions, “bang” his hand open.

The sound was in the hall and attracted some attention.

“Sorry, excuse me.” The royal hand knows the soft voice, "he just couldn't help himself. ”

Summer night stared at him.

“Mistress, don't rush to reach out. ”

“Yes, while it is important to understand how you want to be exposed to beauty, it is important to maintain style. ”

“Before you do it, you should go out alone, otherwise it's natural to be beaten. ”

Some of the words rang out, with a hint of tone.

No one perceives the tension between them… or someone perceives it, but ignores it.

“I haven't finished what I said. It's a good thing to hear the end of it.” The royal hand spoke softly.

Look at him cold in the summer night.

“Let's make a bet that in the next game, if you win, I promise never to come near you again. ”

Summer night gaze faintly.

“And if I win, you kiss me in front of everyone here. ”

Summer night hates frowning.

“You hate me so much, you should be happy to accept such a bet.” The royal hand smiled.

“If I win, I can get rid of me once and for all. And losing, it's just a touch on the lips. ”

Summer night was silent.

“We can get Mr. Miura to testify, and you don't have to worry about winning, I'll have my word in the future. ”

“I don't know exactly what the game is, but it should be played with Style God. ”

“If you have faith in yourself and in Style God, you should accept this wager. ”

His hands spread out their hands.

“How about summer night? ”

“Don't call me by my name, I don't have to bet you anything.” Step again in the summer evening.

“Don't you dare gamble... no wonder you brought the Formula God to be that famous piece of crap after all. ”

Madam Chairman stopped.

“Haruta Haruta, the famous waste of the Haruta family, even the garbage of ordinary people, with a rotten smell of scum all over it... There will be a change, just as incredible as turning bugs into monkeys.” The royal hand laughed.

“It's a miracle, I think from the bottom of my heart. But even a miracle, he's just gone from a bug to an animal. ”

“Thanks to you trying to pull this guy together, are you in such a bad position to even pay attention to this kind of shit? I'm really worried about you, such a piece of crap like him is simply...”

“Shut up! ”

Cold sounds come from the mouths of summer nights.

She slowly looked back at each other with anger in her eyes.

Seeing this anger, the ruler was convinced that he had won the victory.

……

Tsing Shi received another call from Summer Night.

At this time, he was still reading light novels in the pavilion, but with more juice and refreshments from the waiter, he was relaxed.

“I'm sorry, Tsing. ”

Apologies were heard on the phone.

“What's wrong? ”

“I promised to fight... with the Imperial Hand.” Summer night whispers.

“In the next game, if I win, he will never come near me again. ”

“And if he wins, I have to... kiss him in public. ”

Qingshi: “.........”

“I'm sorry, I was impulsive.” Summer night sighed.

“When people have impulses... did that guy say something really bad or something? ”

“Hmmm...”

The chairman and the young lady will also be passionate... After all, she is a teenage girl, facing the object she has always hated, even if her emotions are better controlled, there are limits. Qingshi understands.

“Now that you have promised, do your best. As your ceremonial god, I will do my utmost to help you win. ”

“Thank you… Tsing Shi. ”

“Don't be polite, don't worry too much about me, fight bravely when you can't stand it! I absolutely support you.” Qingshi laughed, "If I were there, I might have done it first if I'd heard the guy say bad things. ”

Summer night also smiled.

The negative emotions accumulated during the conversation with the Imperial Hand just now vanished.

His voice has such power… for her.

Summer Night believes that he will win.

……

Time to play the game.

Under the leadership of Shinsuke Furukawa, the style gods walked out of the house and into the yard… a site in the forest.

The site set boundaries, blocked snow and wind, and controlled temperatures for comfort.

A luxurious round table sits on a luxurious soft chair surrounded by young Yin Yang masters, including summer nights.

Qingshi walked to the summer night, and other gods went to the covenant master separately.

Moderator Mori Yuliangtai, is a slightly curly hair, wearing half-framed glasses, wearing plain cherry clothes, looking a little weak boy.

He explained the rules of the game to everyone in a friendly tone.

Around the corner, the Yin and Yang masters play cards around the table. The cards to be played are poker plus some special cards. The special cards have different uses, the most important of which are the style medals held by everyone in the beginning, three battle cards, and one common fighting card.

Battle cards can initiate a "battle” against any opponent, at which point the style gods on both sides will make actual matches, the winner being the winner.

The winner can take the loser's two hand cards other than Style God and Battle, Fight Together, or abandon his or her two hand cards other than Style God and Battle Card to convert to a score, while both sides abandon one Battle Card.

For an opponent who has won, no more "battles” can be initiated. That is, the winner can no longer challenge the loser, but the loser can challenge the winner.

When Yinyang Master initiates or is subjected to “battle”, if he plays a common medal, he can assist God in “battle”.

If Style God tries to lose three times, Yin Yang Master loses Style Divine Medal, greatly deducts points. Battle cards are retained and will be deducted at the end of the day.

In short, the ceremonial medal is the ace of the Yin Yang Master, and must be kept until the end. And the battle deck must be abandoned, that is, the god of style must “fight” at least three times!

Until the pilot, it is strictly forbidden to seriously injure the opponent.

When the rules are finished, the game begins.