Spell Corrosion

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Zhongya was awakened by the biological clock as always.

Zhong Ye, who was deprived of sleep, almost felt desperate for his biological clock, which had died once and was still extremely punctual.

Because of the rear-end collision on the highway yesterday, they waited for nearly an hour for the tow truck and the police to deal with the accident. As a result, the arrival time at home was delayed from 12:30 to [-]:[-] in the morning.

Although I squinted intermittently in the car yesterday, the back seat of the car is not as comfortable as a soft bed, and Gojo Satoru's arm is not as soft as a pillow.The heavy burnout made Zhong just hesitate for less than two seconds before deciding to go back to the cage again. Anyway, Wutiao said yesterday that the whole itinerary today is to accompany him to go out.

There are no endless documents to deal with, and there is no need to go to school to report. Chuya, who was temporarily separated from the social animal class, finally overslept.

——Then he was dug out from the bed by Wujo Wujo lifted the quilt.

The bed was messy, the bedside table was overturned, and the water glass that was placed on it last night had been broken and lay on the ground.

"Chuya, did you do it on purpose?" Gojo Satoru rubbed his wrist, if it wasn't for the passive trigger of the no-lower-limit technique, there would probably be a circle of finger marks printed on it by now, "Obviously, I see that the bandage spirit in your memory called You won’t be attacked if you get up!”

"...Did you eat the memory of beating Dazai and vomiting blood in the past two years?" Zhongya picked up the air conditioner that fell on the ground, and was about to throw it into the washing machine in a while, "Don't touch my hands and feet when I'm asleep, or I'll be caught Just don't complain."

Back then, he also partnered with Dazai for two years, and only then did he take that bandage out of the scope of his instinctive defense.

It's fine to lift his quilt, Wujo Wu, a bastard, dares to stretch out his hand, it's no wonder he doesn't get beaten.

When the two of them finished arguing about the question of getting up, it was already high in the sun when they finished packing and went out.

Chuya had five bars of dark chocolate stuffed into his mouth, and the locomotive was speeding through the traffic at the edge of the speed limit. Pedestrians often heard a gust of wind blowing around them as soon as they heard the roar of the locomotive's accelerator pedal. .

Gojo Satoru changed into a new pair of sunglasses, put his arm around his waist from behind and pointed out the route, mysteriously said that he wanted to leave a surprise, and refused to show him the location directly.

When turning onto another road, Nakaya glanced at the signboard standing in the distance, and the repeated place names that appeared every few hundred meters had already exposed Gojo Satoru's calculations.

Sure enough, you can't have too high expectations for Gojo Satoru.

Zhongya stood in front of the crowded amusement park gate, looking up at the big characters hanging on the gate.

Hetun Jun Paradise.

It fit perfectly with the conclusions he had drawn from the signs on the road.

"How is it?" Gojo Wujo had a smile on his face, and walked backwards to the gate relying on whether he had a lower limit spell, "Have you been surprised?"

"I thought you knew that I'm not actually a child?"

Forget about the temple fair, before today Zhong really didn't expect Wujo to bring him to the amusement park.

How do you think this kind of place doesn't suit him?

"Yes, I know." Gojo Satoru didn't deny it, "but Chuuya has never been to an amusement park, has he?"

That is to say, but he is already past that age.

At the age when he should be dreaming of an amusement park, Nakahara is busy supporting himself and ensuring the safety of all the sheep, maintaining a precarious balance in the increasingly ambitious ambitions of Shirase and others.

Survival already occupied all of his time, and there was a clear distinction between Leibo Street in the deep pit and the fairy tale world outside.

While the other children were still crying because they fell and broke their knees, he could calmly face his bleeding wound and pour alcohol on the open flesh and blood without changing his face.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that there was nothing wrong with this.

Each has its own way of life, and he never feels that his experience belongs to the misfortune described by others.

So he just smiled coldly: "It's just that you want to come and play, right?"

"It's okay for China to think so."

Gojo Satoru saw that he was standing still and had no intention of following him, so he turned around and ran behind Nakaya, pressing his shoulders and pushing him into the amusement park.

"So go fast in Zhongye. It was because you got up late that you took a lot of time. Mr. Hetun is very popular." Wujo Gou elongated his voice, emphasizing the word super, "If you don't hurry up, just queue up It would be a pity to spend all afternoon."

"... Long-winded. Let go, I can go by myself."

The theme amusement park selected by Wujo Wujo is quite popular. Even today is a working day, it can't stop the enthusiastic tourists, and because of the festival, the flow of people almost catches up with the peak period of the weekend.

After Nakaya was squeezed away from Gojo for the second time, Gojo Satoru took the initiative to hold his hand.

After entering through the gate, there is a place similar to a commercial street. There are various Hetunjun themed stores on both sides, and there is an oversized Hetunjun floating on the high dome.

There are dolls of Hetun Jun in various costumes everywhere. The little brown animals stand upright and have a pair of panda-like plush semi-circular ears on top of their heads. They obviously look like bears, but they look naive because of their faces, let alone There is also a three-petal mouth belonging to a little rabbit.

"Chuya, don't you think this outfit is cute?"

The largest theme store was crowded with tourists, Nakahara Nakaya Gojo Satoru could not help but take two steps back when he was holding a Hetun-kun puppet costume on himself.

"you wear?"

Although the size of the piece in Gojo Satoru's hand was obviously not something a man of 1.9 meters could fit in, Chuya selectively ignored this problem.

"There is no size I can wear here, but don't worry, I will go to the adult section over there to pick up one of the same style in a while!"

Wujo Wuguang said that it was not enough, raised his hand and pointed at the signboard hanging beside him, and abruptly raised his head and saw three specially written round and cute characters on the signboard.

Children's area.

hard.

Fist hardened.

Going back tonight, he will tell Gojo Satoru to say goodbye to all the sweets in the refrigerator!

"Don't wear it, it's impossible, give up!"

Zhongyuan Zhong also refused very firmly.

"Zhongye~"

"Shut up, it's useless to say anything, if you don't wear it, you don't wear it."

"Are you really not wearing it?"

Facts have proved that when the opinions of two people run counter to each other, the one who has principles and bottom line will always suffer the disadvantage.

Zhong Yuanzhong also clenched his fists until his knuckles creaked.

If he agrees to any of Wutiaowu's conditions in the future, he will learn to be Miss Bazi within a day!

Having experienced all kinds of scenes, Zhongyuan Zhong, who thought he was invulnerable, also had the experience of social death in public for the first time.

Probably in this case, no matter who it is, they will want to find a ground seam and get into it immediately, right?

Being hugged by a 27-year-old adult and acting coquettishly, especially when there was a shopping guide girl in her early twenties standing next to her, Chuya could feel the embarrassing eyes of the shopping guide girl and didn't know where to go put.

Following the little girl who was picking Hetun Jun's plush hat, she said, "Mom, look at that uncle, does he feel uncomfortable when he falls on top of brother?"

"Don't look!"

The mature woman holding the child pulled down the plush hat to cover the little girl's eyes, and then asked Zhongye with a polite and distant smile: "Can you let me go? We have to pay the bill."

God knows at that moment, if it wasn't for Wujo Wu's cheating device, he would have let Wujo Wu see the beautiful scenery of Santu River.

"Let go..." Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and the second half of the sentence was squeezed out from between his teeth, "I will wear it."