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

"Hung on Gojo Satoru's thigh."

The field was closed, and the genius outside was just getting bright. The early morning frost lingered half way through the dense forest, and tied a white ribbon around the high school buildings.

Xia Youjie and Atobe Keize were walking side by side on the path of the high school. The road leading to the dormitory was very quiet. There were no insects or birds in the cold winter morning. He blew his bangs and carried Atobe Keizawa to the dormitory.

His dormitory was separated from Atobe Keizawa's by one room, Gojo Satoru. Even though the magician with the ball head had no longer been in the high school for so many years, his room had always been kept.

Of course, it was so dusty that no one would clean it up, so Xia Youjie calmly chose Gojo Satoru's dormitory to catch up on some sleep. After all, his brother was still in Atobe Keizawa's dormitory.

You can't join in the fun between the two brothers at this time. Xia Youjie can be said to be very considerate of this.

"Good night then, Jay - uh, why are you here!?" The sleepy voice began to split the moment Atobe Keizawa pushed open the dormitory door, and the voice that was so startling that even his own mother could not recognize scared the people next to him. Xia Youjie's hand shook, and he came over doubtfully and stretched his head to reach in -

……

……Help.

wait wait wait.

Still... quite harmonious?

Xia Youjie's face instantly twisted, but his little eyes were still looking into the room.

"What the hell is going on?" Keigo Atobe sat on the bed. His swaggering blond hair became much softer in the warm light of the night. One section of the big cotton quilt was wrapped around his waist, and the other section... …

Hanging on Gojo Satoru's thigh.

The posture was fixed at the moment when Gojo Satoru took off the cloth strips from his eyes, took off his pants halfway, jumped on the bed and got under the quilt, preparing to complete the action of falling asleep in one go...

"..."

"..."

Gojo Satoru, who was completely defenseless in a safe and familiar area, was tugging on his pants. When he realized it, he was already in this stalemate position.

No, no problem!

The blond Atobe, Maomao, I have a way to deal with this kind of existence. Even when it should be embarrassing, he can definitely pinch it with his hands!

"younger brother?"

Blinking her six brilliant eyes like sunshine penetrating through broken ice, her soft and artificial tone seemed unwilling to break the tranquility of the moment. The almost two-meter-tall white-haired cat tilted its head, and its satin-like white hair fell mischievously. On the side of her face, she tried to use her beauty to get through.

It’s done, the plan worked, Gojo Satoru applauded himself.

Azawa couldn't help acting like a spoiled brat, and neither could his younger brother. Even in such an embarrassing scene, Gojo Satoru was confident about it.

"..."

"Who is your brother?" Atobe Keigo couldn't help but retort.

Waking up from his sleep, the dormitory where his brother had lived for more than ten years did not make Atobe Keigo feel strange. In addition, he was already tired, so the young master lay down and fell unconscious until an unknown person got into his body. The quilt suddenly woke me up.

In such an inauspicious moment, if this person chose to turn around and run away as if nothing had happened, Atobe Keigo wouldn't say anything. The problem is that this person, he acted!

He is also acting coquettishly!

He, he, he, he calls himself brother!

Who is this guy’s younger brother! A few tic-tac-toes popped up on Atobe Keigo's head and he frowned. Just when he was about to calmly ask this man out, the dormitory door...

It opened again.

Their eyes met and they confirmed that it was brother Goubi who suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night.

Atobe Keigo sneered.

Atobe Keizawa:......

"Are you... robbing the quilt?" A furry black head stuck out from Atobe Kageze's back. Xia Youjie carefully chose a person that everyone could accept but conveniently gave away the one with a thinner face. Words from God.

How old are you, and you still want to snatch the quilt? Xia Youjie gave the two men on the bed a knowing look.

"..." Is it really possible to go down these steps? Atobe Jingze glanced at Xia Youjie beside him in shock.

The elder brother, who was desperate for survival, dragged Gojo Satoru off the bed, who was still insisting, at the moment when his younger brother uttered a few dangerous words.

In Maomao's incredible eyes, he coldly rolled the coat, bandages, and himself in half a pair of pants into a solid lump and delivered it to Xia Youjie, who was still watching the show at the door.

Then slam the door shut.

Everything is calm.

"..."

Without saying anything, Atobe Keigo decided to leave this sand sculpture school overnight:)

It was impossible to stay overnight. It was already daylight when the Atobe brothers got into the assistant supervisor's car. After Ichichi respectfully called Kagezawa-senpai, he honestly started driving.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

Ichichi hung up the phone and hesitantly glanced at the rearview mirror. Atobe Keizawa, who was wandering in his mind, didn't see it, but Atobe Keigo noticed it. He kicked his brother to remind him of the movement in front of him.

"What's wrong with Ijichi? Are you allergic?" Atobe Keizawa asked feebly. To be honest, he felt like he hadn't slept for a long time, and he didn't seem to care about anything else now.

"Um...Senior Jingze, I just received a notice that Mr. Gojo has a temporary mission. I want to..."

"Huh? Didn't Yi Ji Zhi want to put us in such a deserted place and let your respected seniors figure out a way for you to complete your mission yourself?"

Atobe Keizawa slumped in the back seat. Although his tone was plain, with such a long sentence, Ijichi had already begun to hallucinate his own afterlife...

Cold sweat broke down all at once. Ichichi subconsciously took out a handkerchief and began to wipe away the sweat. One hand was still trembling to support the defense plate: "But, but..."

"Let me teach you, just call Satoru and tell him. It's not like he doesn't have long legs. He can go by himself. We can't fly or teleport. Does Ichichi want me to take a walk home?"

Ichichi: ...Guess whether I dare or not.

Atobe Keizawa guessed that he dared. The blond senior sat up, reached out and grabbed the mobile phone from his junior, dialed Gojo Satoru's number for him, and then threw the phone back.

The sweaty Ijichi trembled and took the phone. He felt like he was confused, and the call suddenly went through...

"Ichichi, you'd better come to disturb me for a good reason, otherwise I'll send you on your way~" Gojo Satoru's lazy voice came from the phone.

Atobe Keigo: ...If he heard correctly, the threatening tone of these two people is exactly the same!

"Huh? Mission? Are you sending brother Aze home? Can't make it?" Gojo Satoru's protracted tone became more and more dangerous and deeper: "Put aside the great Gojo-sama and send other men home. , Ichichi, do you want to die?"

Ichichi: ...God damn it.

"Mr. Go-Gojo, but, this mission is a special one, and it has already injured many first-level conjurers..."

"I don't care~ Ichichi doesn't care about me anyway~"

"Then, senior Jingze, how about you..." Ichichi almost burst into tears.

"Yada~ Xiaojing and I don't want to walk home~"

Singing and harmonizing, the two chickens and cats used their own wildness to torment the innocent chick until he was sweating like rain. He trembled and cast his eyes on the silent young man next to him, his expression clearly showing that he was asking for help.

Atobe Keigo:……