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

It was already dinner time when Atobe Keizawa came back, and he brought dinner back from outside.

Megumi Fushiguro was still crouching on the table writing and drawing, but his unreliable father had already begun to snore.

"How's it going? Have you finished Megumin's homework?"

"No!" The little guy hurriedly covered his homework: "The teacher said you have to finish writing before you can read it!"

……Row.

By the time Atobe Keizawa came out after taking a shower and wiping his wet blond hair, the little guy was already sitting in his father's arms and sharing his heartfelt words to his father.

It's not surprising that Megumi Fushiguro finished her homework, but what's strange is that that guy Fushiguro Shiji actually looked at it with great interest for a long time.

Could it be that this scumbag was actually moved by his son?

As expected of their Huihui... Damn it!

Atobe Keizawa's movement of wiping his hair suddenly stopped, and a pair of dark eyes almost stared out of the window of his soul. On Fushiguro Megumi's cute stationery, colorful crayons wrote——

Best wishes to Daddy’s Pony for first place! ! !

The little pony drawn with crayon cheered for joy at the finish line, and the ribbon balloons landed in the sky. Atobe Keizawa had no doubt that the little guy had seen this scene with his own eyes, so he could draw it so lifelike.

Especially this guy Fuhei Shi'er, with bright eyes, patted his son's head vigorously and gave him a thumbs up.

Fuheishier: As expected of you, you are my cub.

Pretty good, Atobe Keizawa thought.

He threw the towel on the coffee table. It was good, very good. It was time to clean up the house.

The blond young man had a ferocious face, and anyone could see the murderous intent in his smile. He said that when he went out to work last weekend, he didn't come back for several days, and Megumin didn't even call him.

It turned out that he went betting on horse racing with his father!

bet! horse! ah!

Fuhei Shi'er's back felt cold, and the keen Tian and Tyrant looked left and right, what's going on? Why is there murderous intent in his family?

However, when Atobe Keizawa's elbow came into contact with Fushihe Shi'er's face, the keen Tian and Tyrant realized that danger was around them.

"You are so good. How old is Megumin? You take him to gamble." Atobe Keizawa almost laughed angrily at him, and his movements became faster and faster.

Fuhei is very guilty, but he should not give in.

What happened to horse racing? This is a technical job! Most people don't bring it with them.

Although I'm not lucky right now, I might be able to get rich overnight!

How can any gambler lose every day?

Amidst the crackling sounds of fighting, the little Fushiguro Megumi was used to it, and he ran back to his desk with a clatter.

The little crayon was in his hand, and on the lovely drawing paper, he wrote word by word——

I hope Aze, Megumin and dad will always be together!

……

When a ray of sunlight penetrated the curtains, Atobe Kageze heard the clanging sound coming from next door. The boy whose sleep was disturbed ran to the next door angrily.

No, there is no one next door to their house, right?

Atobe Kagezawa quietly peeked his head in to look——

Okay, he is awake from his drowsiness, who will tell him that this strange bangs with squinting eyes will appear next door to his house?

You are a curser, a curser! ! !

Could you be more aboveboard? ?

"Long time no see, Atobe-kun." Xia Youjie, wearing a strange cassock, greeted with a smile. The two little girls beside him still looked timid.

"I hope we'll never see you again." Atobe Keizawa chuckled: "Did you buy this house?"

"Well, after all, children also need a stable place to grow up." Xia Youjie said.

It's good, Atobe Keizawa thought. There are spell masters, curse masters, spell killers, and occasionally high school students. This place is really full of outstanding people.

The blond boy couldn't help but wonder if it was time to put moving on the agenda again.

But when he thought of the request to join the family, Keizawa Atobe dug this impulse out of his mind.

But unexpectedly, Xia Youjie's attitude was extremely friendly. Whether it was towards Atobe Keizawa or Fushiguro Megumi, he seemed to treat them sincerely as if they were his own.

For a person like Xia Youjie, as long as he is willing, most people cannot resist his charisma.

Including their little Fushiguro Megumi.

And half of Atobe Keizawa.

After all, not everyone can resist a mature adult who is gentle, considerate, and considerate and takes care of everyone just right!

Atobe Keizawa, who had never met a reliable person, immediately chose to compromise.

The most obvious thing is to count on Fuhei Shi'er to pick up the children from school, rather than counting on Xia Youjie!

Two months after Xia Youjie settled next door to Atobe's house, Atobe Kageze, who was eating a special lunch made by the black-haired boy, finally recognized his goodness. He cried bitterly and took back the secret insults he had made to Xia Youjie. Crazy talk.

Sure enough, the man with squinting bangs is the best qwq!

Lunch is also delicious, much better than their family eating takeout every day qwq!

In the calm before the undercurrent surged, Atobe Kagezawa, who was sitting in his bedroom in a daze, sighed and finally opened the information brought back by Fushiki Shiji.

"I didn't expect there were so many inside stories inside." Atobe Kageze frowned.

Regarding the thinking about human nature, Xia Youjie's step-by-step degradation and the collapse of his theory may not be just Xia Youjie's personal wandering and confusion.

Someone was guiding him.

Guide young people who are on the cusp of the crisis but have immature minds to step into the darkness.

The astral body that cannot be saved, the sky and the tyrant who refresh their understanding, the ignorant villagers, the companions in danger, and the abused little magician.

Everything is like a giant net that wraps around Xia Youjie's cognition and outlook.

Sure enough, the good intentions of the sorcerer who insisted on the truth finally collapsed.

If it weren't for a little incident, maybe he would really die at the hands of Gojo Satoru.

...But who is driving this ending?

"No matter what, it's a return of favor." Atobe Keizawa said.

"Aren't you meddling in other people's business?" Fuheishier raised his brows and looked at the solemn young man.

"Shi'er, I don't like being plotted against." Atobe Kageze raised his head, anger brewing in his dark eyes.

I don’t like being plotted against...

Fuhei Shi'er wanted to laugh a little. He was a man who was determined to retaliate. If all this was a conspiracy against Xia Youjie, then Fuhei Shi'er was a part of it, and he was the one who was completely plotted. .

But it was Atobe Keizawa who was angry.

Tian He Tyrant is leaning on the sofa, his body with explosive muscles stretched long on the backrest. He actually doesn't care if he is being plotted. He will step into the abyss. It is nothing more than his insignificant and broken self-esteem. .

But Atobe Keizawa was angry for him.

This little tail who has been with him since he was a child, in Fushiheji's view, Atobe Keizawa is also a proud man who is admired by others, but he seems not to realize his specialness until now.

He felt that he was ordinary and inferior, like a rat in the gutter.

In fact, Fuheishier was tired of this kind of self-aware guy at first, but in the end he got used to his presence.

Until now, for him and Fushiguro Megumi, Atobe Keizawa was the only one.