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

"He won't accept Xiaojing's sugar-coated bullets!"

"So, please take care of him, brother." The exhausted Xia Youjie lifted Atobe Kageze off the curse spirit and stuffed it into Atobe Kagego's arms like garbage.

With a sound, the super conjurer, who was dizzy with fever, felt as if he was stuck to someone by his classmates. The vigilance of not being online for a long time prompted him to reluctantly open his eyes.

Before Xia Youjie had time to leave, he lowered his head and saw his classmate's wide eyes. Although he was disgusted, Xia Youjie, who had been a parent for so many years, asked without hesitation and concern, "What's wrong? Where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

"..."

"Why didn't he say anything? He was so seriously ill?" Atobe Keigo frowned and hugged his brother, calling the doctor to arrange the follow-up actions in one go.

"Glass said it's completely fine. The sequelae of the surgery can be cured by just resting for a few days." Xia Youjie comforted him. If this guy hadn't been irrational due to his illness, and after waking up, he was screaming and clamoring to see his brother. Everyone would have also It's not like sending him here to worry people in vain.

"Jie?" Atobe Kagezawa suddenly interrupted.

"What's wrong?" The voice was too soft, so Xia Youjie subconsciously moved closer to hear it clearly.

"The eyes are invisible."

"Huh? The fever has affected the nerves in the eyes?" Atobe Keigo couldn't stand still.

The sick conjurer tilted his head, waved his hands in front of his eyes in a daze, and scratched at Xia Youjie's classically beautiful face for a while. He frowned as if he was experiencing something incomprehensible. problem.

The young man with a round head also had a worried look on his face. He used the patience to coax Mimiko and Nanako while taking out his mobile phone and dialing the number of Kairi Glass.

...In the end, Atobe Keizawa caught the culprit that he couldn't see.

"...Hahaha, Jay, your bangs can block all your sight, can Jay usually see the road clearly??"

"The other eye is so hard, taking on the responsibility of both eyes!"

"Look at your eyes, which are not thicker than your bangs. Hahahaha. Are your eyebrows originally used to grow eyes? Hahahaha."

"..."

"..."

Atobe Keizawa was laughing so hard in his brother's arms that he was laughing so hard that he was shaking and shaking. Atobe Keigo immediately reached out and covered his mouth, which was burned at 40 degrees Celsius, in an attempt to break the embarrassment created by his brother.

Even so, the big goose in his arms was still squawking silently with its eyes narrowed.

... Just do it.

"Then, should I take him in right now?" Atobe Keigo said with a trace of despair.

"...Okay." Xia Youjie smiled, but gritted his teeth.

He urgently rescued his brother from the bangs monster, and reluctantly put him on the bed before the doctor came.

Naihe had already slept for a long time before Atobe Keigo came back. At this moment, Atobe Keigo was indifferent to him no matter how much he coaxed or even threatened him.

After half an hour of tossing, the doctors, housekeepers and servants guarding outside were unable to step through the door of the eldest young master's room.

The super-level conjurer who lost his mind was very difficult for anyone to get close to without hurting him except his younger brother. Even water was fed to him by Atobe Keigo himself.

He thought about how Xia Youjie had just said that the problem was not serious, and he was not in a hurry to have the doctor take a look at him now.

"What do you want?" The young master, whose patience was gradually running out, crossed his arms and looked at his brother who was lying on the bed.

"I want to go swimming!" Atobe Keizawa raised his hand obediently.

"No, you have a fever." The young master was indifferent.

"I want to drink ice coke!" Starry eyes!

"Rejected, you are sick." He said with a cold face.

"I want to go out and play." Attentive!

"No, you have to rest." Strong.

"...Xiao Jing is good or bad, then I want to go back to school!" Seeing that he couldn't please him and started to cheat, the magician was so angry that his already hot body seemed to be steaming.

After such a torment, the little heat that had subsided came back intensified.

"Okay, if you want to go back to school, don't come back." Atobe Keigo didn't panic at all.

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"..."

"Going back."

They looked at each other, and after a few seconds, the face of the older and naive young man who suddenly realized something went from blank to shocked and finally settled on aggrieved. This is not possible, and that is not possible. He is not allowed to go home. Could it be that Xiao Jing really doesn't like it? Brother?

Impossible, impossible, how is this possible?

But what if...?

He has worked very hard, is it because Xiaojing is still unwilling to forgive him for leaving without saying goodbye for so many years?

Just thinking about this possibility made Atobe Keizawa feel uncomfortable.

Although anyone with a brain knows that this is impossible to happen, Schrödinger's brain and unconventional brain circuits have allowed him to seamlessly connect from being sick, swimming and drinking Coke to the old and rotten past.

So, seeing the expression of the crying Atobe Kagezawa change, he turned over and wrapped himself in the soft mattress with the quilt, half of his exposed head was covered with soft blond hair that was low in vitality, the twenty-eight-year-old adult The adult is as sluggish as a golden retriever that has been scolded by its owner.

He no longer made noises and acted arrogantly, nor did he moan or groan any more. Atobe Kagezawa, who felt he had violated the rules of heaven, huddled quietly in the quilt and remained motionless, leaving only endless panic.

But because of his illness, the big dog still made a slightly heavy breathing sound in his throat, and the whole quilt heaved together.

No matter how the scene looked, it made Atobe Keigo speechless and choked aside.

A younger brother with a normal brain circuit would never be able to guess the twists and turns of his elder brother's script, but Keigo Atobe, who is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, can't really see his elder brother feeling so uncomfortable.

He walked to the bedside, gently lifted a corner of the quilt, and started smoothing his brother's hair as softly as possible. Just for a moment, his head tilted under the palm of his hand, and Atobe Kagezawa glanced at his brother quickly in confusion.

...Xiao Jing must have wanted to throw him out while he wasn't paying attention!

The expression that was about to cry once again appeared on the face that was burning red. Atobe Keizawa quickly rolled half a circle and moved out of the range of Atobe Keigo's men.

Huh, he won't accept Xiaojing's sugar-coated bullets!

Atobe Keigo: ...What the hell is this.

Atobe Keigo looked at him steadily. In fact, he was not overly irritable. Even though the patient repeatedly refused to listen to the arrangements, his sick and weak brother was so rare. It was a state that had never appeared in his memory. After confirming On the basis that his brother was fine, Atobe Keigo felt more curious and helpless.

But of course he didn't want his brother to feel uncomfortable, but his brother, who had lived for more than 20 years, had never coaxed anyone before, and he was really helpless in the current situation.

Of course, Atobe Keizawa didn't let him struggle for too long.

The young man who got out didn't know what he was thinking about. In just a minute or two, he returned to Atobe Keigo like a squirming caterpillar.

He quickly opened a corner of the quilt covering his head. The heartbroken adult reached out and put his brother's palm back on the furry head of his head.

The golden head rubbed gently in Atobe Keigo's palm. He didn't even fully put his head out of the quilt, and then retracted his warm paws as if nothing happened.

That astonishingly childish action was like giving in to his younger brother, causing his perfect and gorgeous younger brother to tactically fall back.

Come on, let me touch it for you!

Most people can't rub his little golden hair, Atobe Kageze, who was buried in the quilt with mushrooms, thought with guilt and arrogance.

Xiao Jing should be satisfied now, right?

He just wants to drink Bing Kuo Luo!