Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"That's not what you said when you helped him pay the bill."

There was no words all the way, and Atobe Kageze was drowsy in the back seat. The car drove all the way from the suburbs to the city. The lights of thousands of houses reflected each other. Even though it was close to midnight, the nightlife was still bustling.

Gojo Satoru, who was tired of scrolling through his cell phone, tugged on Atobe Keizawa's sleeve and looked out the window and said, "Azawa, where are we going?"

"Barbecue restaurant." Atobe Kagezawa evoked a small smile, and he couldn't explain why he wanted to go out to find food in the middle of the night: "It is said that there is a good 24-hour barbecue restaurant, and there is another one next to it. It’s a very famous dessert shop, but it’s a pity that it’s closed.”

"Dessert!" The bored Gojo Satoru suddenly became excited. Although it was closed, there would be another chance later!

"Jie picked up Glass and is on his way here. It seems that everyone is a night owl." Atobe Keizawa gestured to his cell phone, and it was the order message from Glass and Jay.

Gojo Satoru groaned and was silent for a moment, then suddenly jumped towards Atobe Keizawa.

"What! You actually secretly discussed it without telling me!"

Atobe Keizawa started crookedly and said plausibly: "It would be too much to say that we kept it a secret. We obviously didn't intend to take you with us in the first place, but now that you are here, you are here."

"!" Gojo Satoru was so angry that even his sunglasses couldn't completely cover his round eyes, "You are campus bullies! I want to shave off the curly hair on the back of your head!"

"After all, he is the unpopular Gojo-kun..."

"Nonsense! I'm obviously very popular!! There's no one in the world who doesn't like me!"

"Hey, are you serious..." Atobe Keizawa showed a pair of dead fish eyes, thinking of the second-grade singer senior who was said to hate Gojo Satoru.

"Of course!" Gojo Satoru insisted.

"..."

Tamago Grill.

Gojo Satoru dragged Atobe Kagezawa out of the car. He was as soft as an overnight noodle and lay on Gojo Satoru's body. His mind was still clamoring for the idea of ​​going home to rest.

But then I thought about the past two or three months. Almost all the first-grade students have gone to the front line to fight against the curse. There are several shops in the small group that everyone wants to try, but because there are too few people together and too many people apart, there is always no suitable place. time.

But there happened to be an opportunity today, so he softened his heart and made a game for the first time.

At this time, the yakiniku restaurant was expected to be reserved by them, but it seems that because there is a good izakaya nearby, there are still a few tables of customers.

The two of them found a slightly secluded corner to sit down. Gojo Satoru had already started ordering various meats. Atobe Keizawa poured himself a cup of hot barley tea and took a sip of the hot drink into his stomach. He let out a satisfied sound. sigh.

Gojo Satoru's white hair was particularly noticeable. Not long after the order was placed, Jie came in from outside with a glass of glass, and at a glance he saw Gojo Satoru, who was lowering his head and tinkering with the bowls.

Atobe Kageze waved towards the two of them. Before they could sit down, Atobe Kageze stretched out his hand towards Atobe Kageze and said with a smile: "I'll help you repair the crime tools before eating."

"What's the connection between eating and the tools for committing crimes?" Atobe Keizawa weakly stretched his hand from the side of the table to the front of Ieiri Glass, and there was still a little blood on the bandage.

Kairiji opened the bandage, then put the bloody bandage into his pocket, observed it seriously for a while, and then came to the conclusion that "if it were a few minutes later, the only option would be amputation."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the treatment was completed and he was so recovered that even his mother couldn't tell that he was injured.

Very good, this is a high school cross talker.

Maybe it was after dinner time, but there were not many people in the barbecue restaurant. The food was served very quickly. The expensive meat was fully grilled in butter, and the aroma of the meat was overflowing.

The hard-working workers who had stayed up most of the night were already hungry. No one had time to share the situation of the past two months, so they just immersed themselves in eating.

Even Atobe Kagezawa, who just wanted to sleep, was awakened from his drowsy consciousness by the scent, picked up his chopsticks and headed towards the baking pan unwilling to lag behind.

Although the friends are very curious about his new moves, they should fill their stomachs first.

The hall gradually became quiet, leaving only the sounds of clinking bowls and chopsticks and sizzling barbecue. Even the conversations between companions were restrained.

The group of people ate at a very slow pace. Atobe Keizawa was the first to end the fight. He stood up and nodded to Xia Youjie, then took his mobile phone to the cashier to pay. When he came back, he was still carrying this cute packaging bag. .

"Snacks after dinner." He smiled and handed the plastic bag to Ieiri Glass.

"Is this the dessert from the shop next door? It's said to be quite famous." Iaru Glass opened the package unceremoniously. Unexpected surprises are always pleasant.

"? When did you run out of the tent and buy some snacks?" The round and plump Dafu looked delicious and tempting. Gojo Satoru stared at his blue eyes. He didn't know whether to be shocked or excited. He planned to queue up to buy some again tomorrow. Coming!

"...To put it simply, you pay people to queue up, and then pay the boss to help with refrigeration."

"It's really yours." Xia Youjie smiled and shook his head, with an expression like 'your uncle dotes on his father'.

Among the four, only Gojo Satoru is keen on desserts. Atobe Keizawa himself is a spicy person and refuses almost all sweets. However, despite this, he still bought it for four people, focusing on the extreme water.

"The opportunity is rare." Atobe Keizawa didn't explain what the opportunity was. He didn't think he had done anything, he just spent money. He was not short of money. He could make his friends happy. No matter how much money he spent, it was worth it. .

In short, just think of it as a long-awaited party to celebrate the four high school students.

"Let me tell you, I just came out to buy water. Are you three-year-olds?" Atobe Keizawa reluctantly placed a pile of snacks piled up by Gojo Satoru on the cashier. Gojo Satoru behind him seemed to be buying more. More and more trends.

After eating and drinking, and having fun for a long time, the group was ready to go back home.

Since he was forced to eat half of the dessert, Atobe Keizawa went straight to the convenience store opposite after leaving the BBQ restaurant, and mentally made up his mind for the umpteenth time never to try Gojo Satoru's desserts again.

I just don’t know what’s going on with my three friends, so they all expressed their intention to “act collectively”. The white-haired magician even claimed slimily that “nothing can separate us.”

It was obvious that after eating and drinking enough and buying some water, we could go home and lie down in bed, but in the end it turned into a group visit to a convenience store.

...and then Gojo Satoru turned it into a snack carnival for him alone. The strongest magician ran around like a dog with the leash removed, picking up any "twigs" he caught at home.

"That's not what you said when you paid for him." Xia Youjie looked at him jokingly while bagging snacks.

"Because rejecting him is more troublesome." Atobe Keizawa said firmly.

"Yes, Dafu is also what Wu Mingming wants to buy?"

"Jie you..."

boom--

Before Atobe Keizawa finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly broke the calm.

Two men with fierce looks pushed open the door of the convenience store, then fired a gun into the ceiling. The sound of the gun successfully attracted everyone's attention.

The extremely arrogant man raised his gun and pointed at the corner of the convenience store, threatening: "Hey, everyone, please be honest and squat there!"