Two-dimensional Life Starting from Fuyuki City/the World's First Master Huang Man Wants to Be G

"Mo Yi, do you really understand what kind of person my sister is?"

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't want to answer, I don't want to provoke the relationship between you and your sister, it's just..."

Speaking of this, Sajo Ayaka didn't know what to say.

That's right, Sha Tiao's family is in the magic world. Can ordinary people like Mo Yi really accept such a crazy existence in the magic world?

If he knew the truth about Sha Tiao's family, would he still treat her with such a warm smile?

"If you're talking about magicians, I think I know—"

The other party's thoughts are too easy to guess. For a little girl with an awkward personality like the other party, Mo Yi can easily guess the other party's thoughts even without magic mind reading, and said with a smile:

"After all, I'm Aige's magic teacher."

"how is this possible?"

Sajo Ayaka did not expect to get such an explosive answer. Ten years ago, her sister's magic power was stronger than her father's. In addition, she fell into narcolepsy later, so she didn't have much time to wake up. This is totally unreasonable.

Sensing Sajo Ayaka's suspicious eyes, Grandpa Mo Yi explained:

"Your sister and I actually met in a dream."

"We have always been in contact in dreams. For a magician, this is not impossible, is it?"

Sajo Ayaka: "..."

A flash of lightning hits the soul directly!

Sajo Ayaka seemed to understand something.

Why does my sister sleep while eating and playing? It turns out to be like this! !

"That's right, for a genius like my sister, it's not difficult to communicate with others in a dream."

Sajo Ayaka's words inadvertently revealed the inferiority complex in her heart for her mediocre sister who is as dazzling as the sun.

A few seconds later, Sajo Ayaka raised her head to look at Mo Yi who still had a kind and warm smile on her face. For some reason, she wanted to say something:

"Actually, the pigeons here were originally raised by me as magic materials. Since you are my sister's magic teacher, you should know that the magic of Shatiao's family is black magic of curses. Countless like this often require all kinds of fresh life as surgical material."

"And every pigeon here represents my determination to study family magic, but you can see now that the pigeons here are about to become a group."

"Isn't it ridiculous?"

"As a magician, I dare not even kill a pigeon."

"Compared to my sister, I am really—"

Having said that, Sajo Ayaka couldn't continue talking.

How are you?

How could you say such a shameful thought in front of someone you just met for a few days?

What a shame!

"sorry--"

Sajo Ayaka picked up the plate and continued to feed the pigeons, pretending not to care, but her shoulders were already shaking, and she said in a cold tone:

"I told you some strange things."

After all, he scattered the last feed and prepared to withdraw.

"It's ok--"

Grandpa Mo Yi's voice came from behind Ayaka Sajo)

"Everyone has their own meaning, there is no need to compare with others."

"And it might be better to say that I like an ordinary person like Ayaka who loves life more than a cold magician."

"Please tell my sister, I'm going to school first, and I won't be eating at home today."

Sajo Ayaka stopped, turned her back to Mo Yi and said:

"Also, thank you."

After saying that, Sajo Ayaka walked away quickly, it seemed that even her footsteps were much lighter, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Seeing the pigeons flying around, cooing, and competing for feed, Mo Yi smiled, and gave up catching the pigeon that seemed to be suffering from heat stroke to make soup.

In fact, Mo Yi didn't lie, presumably those magicians who can do all kinds of cruel things for their own purposes, he prefers little girls like Sajo Ayaka who can't even bear to kill a pigeon.

Every girl has such a period, but when they are for the one they love, for the family, they will become strong and worry about all kinds of tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. At that time, it will naturally not be like it was back then. Don't even dare to kill a pigeon.

For the sake of my husband's kidneys, and the nutrition of my children, let alone pigeons, tough women, even pigs will be killed for you!

Literary workers like Mo Yi are deeply aware of the ephemerality and beauty of this innocence, so they cherish and love such fragile beauty even more.

It's nice to be young!

"Teacher, what did you say to Ayaka just now?"

The gauze green song that came out of nowhere, with a slightly lower tone than usual, asked:

"Why are you smiling so obscenely?"