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

"Everything will go as you wish."

The party lasted from the afternoon to late at night. The group of people almost finished talking in twos and threes that they had not finished talking for a whole year. The junior students who did not know why pretended to pass by countless times, holding open the windows to watch the carnival of the seniors and seniors.

Curious babies come and go one by one.

Even though the alcohol content of the beer was not high, Atobe Kagezawa, who had drank one round after another, was staring in confusion at this time, and Nanami Kento beside him no longer knew which corner he had moved to.

Under the drifting moonlight, the blond boy stood up, maintained his last sober dignity, and staggered out of the door.

The night entered the house, and the cold wind was blowing. Compared with the liveliness inside the house, it was freezing outside. The cold wind blowing against his face made Atobe Jingze shiver, and his half-drunk mind not only failed to wake up, but became even more confused.

"You are so short of people that you want to learn martial arts, but you just let the disciples in the bowl run away?"

Xia Youjie stood at the door, and Atobe Jingze didn't even notice when he came out. The excessive alcohol took away his extra reason and burned away his usual caution.

He rarely drinks himself like this, but the atmosphere today is very good. Even if he does not participate too much in Gojo Satoru's little game of harming all living beings, he still enjoys it. Once the nerves that are too tight are relaxed, it is easy to get dizzy.

"Isn't this just right?" Atobe Kagezawa's voice was a little unclear at this time.

He sat on the steps and raised his head. His eyes were so confused that they had almost no focus, and he tried hard to identify the classmates who were split into several students from a bottom-up angle. The temperature outside was very low, but his cheeks were burned by alcohol. hot.

"Why did Jie's bangs become so many... so weird." He stared at her unfocused eyes for a long time and muttered silently.

Xia Youjie: Do you owe it?

"Isn't it just right to let Nanami pursue her own life?" After finishing his rant, Atobe Keizawa returned to the previous topic. This time, his words were obviously smoother: "Don't you want to help young Jujutsu? Can the teacher create a better future?"

"Nanami can get rid of the haze of the magic world and pursue the life she wants..."

The blond conjurer was obviously drunk and staggering, but he still insisted on answering Xia Youjie's question: "...Isn't this exactly what everyone wants?"

……

For a long time, a soft sigh came from nowhere, as if it was ringing in Atobe Jingze's ears, or as if it came from the endless dark night. Atobe Jingze opened his eyelids and watched the double figure approaching him.

"You can really tell." Xia Youjie put the school uniform that Atobe Keizawa had taken off back on him. A drunken man might not be 100% resistant to the invasion of colds.

"Obviously when I wanted to pursue the 'future', Aze tried his best to stop me." Xia Youjie quietly changed the concept, relying on his friends to get drunk, and unscrupulously arranged fictitious things.

How could the future that Xia Youjie pursues be the same as the future that Qihai Jianren hopes for?

But at this moment, Atobe Kageze tilted his head and was completely unaware of the obvious trap in his friend's words. He obediently waited for Xia Youjie to stuff him into his clothes. After a long while, he frowned and said, "Then, then Did I do anything too extreme?"

"Yes, if I had disagreed, Aze might have killed me." Xia Youjie lowered his brows and said softly, but he changed his mind again.

The eleven-year-old Atobe Kagezawa was the one who said similar words at that time, but the young Atobe Kagezawa could not find a way to do it no matter how he calculated.

"...Is that so?" Atobe Kageze blinked, the blush burning from his cheeks to the roots of his ears. He seemed to still have a trace of consciousness, but also seemed to be letting Xia Youjie manipulate him based on instinct.

He didn't get an answer, but his classmates who were like puppets on strings managed to make Xia Youjie laugh out loud. A bad friend is indeed a bad friend. Even if he was worried that he would catch a cold and chased him out to give him clothes, once the business was done, Xia Youjie Following his instinct, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Drunk Aze, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, what a good material——

Let's go back to the group and let Glass and Satoru take a look. There's no such thing as too much dark history.

"Yes...I'm sorry!" Atobe Kagezawa suddenly reacted and started to panic with the flashing light, and his posture when he sat down became shaky.

Xia Youjie's quick eyes and hands quickly grabbed his friend who was about to have close contact with the ground and carried him back. The moment he raised his head, he saw the true self-blame in the young man's eyes.

"..."

No, Xia Youjie was startled, he didn't mean that, and he didn't mean to blame him.

"Sorry, I couldn't create the world Jay wanted."

"Obviously...obviously I promised you...if it's five years, if it's five years..."

In five years, Atobe Keizawa will help me achieve the "righteousness" I want. The black-haired boy mentally filled in the unfinished words for his classmate.

Xia Youjie sighed and touched his classmate's blond hair. He hated ordinary people, but now it was difficult for him to try again even if there was a permanent method.

It wasn't that he didn't understand the meaning of the eleven-year-old Atobe Keizawa. The answer he didn't give that night wasn't because he couldn't make a choice. He had already made a choice, but because he couldn't save face, he enjoyed the enjoyment of his classmates. Tender care.

Xia Youjie composed himself and gave himself one last chance: "So why does Aze stop me from pursuing the future? Doesn't this make me jealous of Nanami?"

"..."

"That, that might, that might be because I can't accept a future without Jie anyway..."

"I've been working so hard." Atobe Kageze angrily tugged on Xia Youjie's trousers. He was obviously so drunk that he couldn't focus his eyes, but he complained unconsciously: "Jie is sensible after all. One thing! Don’t always compete with your juniors!”

The second the evening breeze blew, Xia Youjie heard his classmate's answer.

He stood there in a daze, a scalding heat rushing from his chest to the top of his head. He raised his hands to cover his face, hiding his expression in the dark night, and blocked his eyes with his broad palms.

For a long time, a low, uncontrollable smile leaked out from between his fingers.

Can he accept and even encourage Nanami to pursue his own life, but will never allow himself to be absent from their future?

This...this is really true.

——A rather outrageous answer.

"Don't even think about it, Jie, what nonsense wishes you have, and so does Satoru!"

"How many glasses of wine have you had to save the magic world? Are you killing ordinary people? Are you Buddha reincarnated? You bastards, with all your skills, can't you count the stars and look at the moon?"

Once a drunk person starts nagging, it is difficult to stop, but the blond boy, even in his drunken state, still stubbornly only counts the stars and looks at the moon, and is determined not to bask in the sun.

"I'm, I'm the eldest son of the Atobe family. I'm just living a good life and accompanying you crazy!"

"The most! The most important thing is!" Atobe Kageze grabbed his classmate's bangs and began to beat him up, smelling of alcohol: "I told you I don't like sweets! I don't like sweets! Don't always make me eat well. !"

"If you want to force me to eat sweets again, I will—"

"How on earth did you develop such a character?" Xia Youjie laughed and reached out to gently disturb his classmate's soft and smooth blond hair. Atobe Jingze probably didn't take care of it well, and the ends of his hair were curled up behind him. One volume has reached the shoulder.

Xia Youjie suddenly remembered that he had said that he wanted to give him a hair tie. When he thought of this idea again, he felt that it should have been done long ago.

"Just think of it as a graduation gift." Xia Youjie happily decided unilaterally.

"Happy graduation, Azawa." The black-haired boy supported his classmate who had known him for five years and pulled his collar. He waited until Atobe Kagezawa actually fell asleep leaning against him, then he promised in a low voice. .

"Don't worry, Aze."

"Everything will go as you wish."