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A gentleman said, four-wheel drive is hard to chase.

Under the witness of Xia Youjie (forced), Dazai Osamu and Gojo Satoru formally signed the betting agreement.

The two looked at each other.

Osamu Dazai: Free labor without money g

Wujo Wu: I have decided on your curse spirit!

Make sure your eyes, the opposite is an idiot.

I want my father to work for nothing/I want to get my hands on my little ancestor, no way!

The ancients said: Painting and writing is a contract.

In this world where swearing that if you can't do XXX, you will be struck by lightning, you will be struck by lightning, and vows, whether spoken or written, have the power to enforce.

Their bet is officially established:

Osamu Dazai will use the program "Approaching Science" to reduce the number of curse spirits in Japan by 30% within one month. Help to a certain extent.

Osamu Dazai wins, and Gojo Satoru becomes a free worker who is prostituted for nothing; Gojo Satoru wins, and fights with him in the open field until he comprehends the field.

Before signing the contract, Osamu Dazai asked Zero Zero for his opinion: "Although there is no possibility of losing, if Zero-chan is unwilling, I can ask him to change the bet."

"It doesn't matter," Ling Ling said generously, "I'm different from ordinary spell spirits. It doesn't take much effort to open the domain. If he likes it so much, he can bring a tent to live in it."

Although I don't know why this friend has a habit of living in the field, the considerate Lingling doesn't mind fulfilling his wish.

It would be even better if Gojo Gojo can be beaten into a pig's face by the way. His skin is so well maintained and he wears lipstick, so it must be very comfortable to fight.

Will it feel like pinching a slime?Thinking with zero expectation.

Since Ling Lingyi was eager to try, Osamu Dazai and Gojo Satoru signed and pledged, and cut a peach on the spot to show their sincerity to Guan Gong.

Osamu Dazai: Why do you want to divide the statue of Tao Jingguan?

Ling Ling: Probably for a sacred creation called "sense of ritual".

"In that case, Wutiao-kun, I'll leave you and Xiayou-kun to the High School of Conjuration."

As soon as the contract was signed, Osamu Dazai immediately showed the ugly face of a capitalist, and vowed to squeeze the two green youths to the end.

It's time to teach them the dangers of society, Mr. Dazai thought.

"What?" Gojo Satoru was challenging Xiudoutang for the second time, trembling from the acid, and stuck out his tongue quietly.

The cat's tongue can't stand the stimulation.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru still doesn't know what kind of overtime hell is waiting for him. Even Jian Qihai will be shocked and cry when he hears it, calling him a good guy.

Xia Youjie calmly collected the signed document, divided it into two, and handed over the other copy to Ling Ling for safekeeping as a proof.

After finishing the finishing work, he reminded calmly: "Wu, you are a grasshopper on the same boat as us now."

exactly!Accept this glorious career of Erwuzi, young conjurer!

Gojo Satoru looked back at his good brother: Are you serious?

Xia Youjie smiled slightly: Did you forget?I am the leader of Panxing Cult.

Want to run away after joining a cult?You are thinking of peaches.

Gojo Satoru, a young and energetic high school student, suddenly finds that he is the enemy of everyone at this moment.

He seems to have fallen into the old nest of the enemy, or he threw himself in, what an excellent self-management ability.

Gojo Satoru recalled his purpose for tonight: Didn't he come to get rid of the curse spirit and rescue the innocent little girl?How did it become like this?

Although today's Gojo Satoru has not learned the field of expansion, he has already experienced the wonderful feeling of boundless space in advance, laying a solid foundation for becoming an invincible future. Let us applaud and congratulate this little classmate.

"You don't need to do complicated things." Osamu Dazai knew the magic of the aggressive method, and he said in a flat and contemptuous tone: "It's fine for Wujo-kun to cooperate with our leader. Anyway, you don't know It will be a matter of time before the cover-up flamboyant personality is discovered, right?"

"It will drag Mr. Xia You along with you and expose it, it's terrible." The tone of the stick read.

"If Xia You-kun is discovered..." Osamu Dazai showed a harmless smile, the highlights in his eyes dimmed, and an extreme sense of oppression came over his face.

"He doesn't come from a family of magic spells, so he won't be picked up high and put down gently like Mr. Wujo."

"Is it the death penalty?" Osamu Dazai asked with great interest in the face of Gojo Satoru's instantly cold face, "Then it's better to defect directly and save one's life at least."

"Oh." Osamu Dazai clapped his hands together, as if suddenly enlightened, "It's over, our stronghold was found out by Gojo-kun. It's so scary, so scary, what should we do, Zero-chan, is he going to kill us?"

"It's scary." Lingling said cooperatively.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered down like a small fan, and her flawless face looked particularly aggrieved under the shadows. It was exactly the same as the expression of Osamu Dazai in front of her, and Wuzhao Wuquan was itchy.

Ling Ling, the cosplay king of super high school level, there is no expression she can't make, a real national treasure and master craftsman in the art world.

Double the drama, double the sarcasm, Gojo Satoru, who received this wave head-on, ate an English-Chinese dictionary on the spot, ready to use his rich vocabulary to crush their critical attacks.

It's time for them to see the fruitful results of the nine-year compulsory education. If Gojo Satoru read it right, Osamu Dazai must be a dropout!

He couldn't be louder than a school dropout!

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was about to take out the skill of "taunting the god of learning", Osamu Dazai curled his lips secretly: Tsk, this guy became angry from embarrassment.

Six Eyes is amazing, if you quarrel, you quarrel, why attack other people's sore feet.

"Don't lie to yourself." Dazai Osamu made up the knife in an instant before Gojo Wujo opened up, stabbing the vital point with the knife, "You know better than us what kind of rubbish you are at the upper level of the magic world?"

Gojo Satoru, who was just about to taunt, was hit by the biggest flaw in the magic world, and the words stuck in his throat.

"Want to see the detailed information?" Lingling raised her hand, "I can send you a copy, about the bad things they did."

"It's the kind of rubbish that the Virgin Mary would run away on the spot when she sees it," Ling Ling sighed, "I don't see such ugly evil."

"Why are human beings so confident and define themselves as the party of justice?" Ling Ling shook his head and said in confusion, "I don't understand."

"Zero sauce, the map gun is too big." Osamu Dazai whispered, "You scolded me too."

"But," said the honest Zero Zero, "Master, aren't you a Mafia?"

Why do you have the confidence to think that you are a good person? The only one in Mafia in the whole port who can call himself a good person is Zhongyuan Zhongye?

Please respect the last honest person and put "protection" on the public screen.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, and warned himself not to care about the two mancai groups who started to talk about double-mouth comic dialogue.

Of course he knew how rotten the upper echelon of the magic world was, rotten to the point where it was even more rubbish than the stinking ugly oranges in the field.

If Xia Youjie is handed over to those people for execution...

Gojo Satoru looked into Dazai Osamu's eyes, and those kite-colored eyes looked over with a smile. Under the gentleness floating on the surface was a glacier in the deep sea that had not melted for thousands of years.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a purpose, will Gojo Satoru be afraid?

He is the strongest.

"Hey, compared to those old grandpas, you are barely more pleasing to the eye." Gojo Satoru used his thumb and index finger to compare an invisible distance.

"0.666666 millimeters." Lingling checked visually, "accurate to six decimal places, nice."

"Oh, yes, the unit is millimeters instead of microns." Dazai Osamu said "moved", "Gojo-kun, I didn't expect you to think highly of me."

That's right, six six, it is worthy of being the successor of the no-lower-limit warlock, with full marks for micromanagement.

"Wu, don't argue with them." Xia Youjie grabbed Wutiao Wu, who was expressionless and rolled up his sleeves, "It's impossible for you not to see such an obvious aggressive method."

You don't understand this.The so-called provocative method is just a magical skill that can be provoked to go berserk even if one sees it.

He must attack the taunting enemy first.

Gojo Satoru managed to regain some sanity, snorted, grabbed all the candy on the table and put it in his pocket.

"Let's go, Jay."

The white-haired boy waved his hands without looking back: "I guess you know my contact information. Before the bet is completed, I can help within the scope of raising a finger."

"I'll help you get over today's matter." Wujo Wu pulled his hand into the air, tightly strangled the neck of a curse spirit that appeared out of nowhere, and the veins on his wrist were all exposed.

Before Gojo Wu made his move, no one noticed except Ling Ling who released the curse spirit.

"Is this the curse spirit of the cartoonist's house?" Xia Youjie asked casually as he got up and followed Gojo Wu to leave.

"That's right, it's it." Ling Ling waved a handkerchief to the poor temporary worker, and sympathetically sent him off for the last part of the journey, "My friend, have a good journey, and I hope hell will not stop."

It's too miserable, the curse spirit that was born because of being interrupted, squatted at the beloved teacher's house for several months and couldn't see the update, and was pulled by the program group that broke into the empty door to increase the ratings, and finally died in the into the hands of the conjurer.

Its life is a life full of cruelty, please allow me to be sad.

Ling Ling piously mourned for this curse spirit friend for three seconds, and after three seconds, she decisively cleared the cache.

Just kidding, her memory is very precious, and it is easy to get stuck after clearing it up from time to time.

"Master, look what a good thing I took." Ling Ling quietly took Dazai Osamu's arm, and handed him the phone to look at.

Precious video "Wujo Gou vs. Xiudoutang.avi"

"Is it really so sour?" Osamu Dazai's desire to die was ready to move.

"I don't know, the curse spirit's body smells like a light bulb." Lingling lowered his head and took out a large handful of small red candies from his kimono pocket.

"He just took all my candy away." Ling Ling muttered, and pulled the candy wrappers on the table, "It's really fragrant, but it's late."

Obviously she was so disgusted when she took the first bite, but when she was about to leave, they all went by without leaving a single one for her.

"Bad guy." Ling Ling accused Gojo Satoru of his evil deeds.

Soon she was happy again, shaking her calves triumphantly, and piled up the sugar in her hand in front of Osamu Dazai, "I didn't expect that, I bought a lot!"

Although she can't eat it herself, it's not bad to distribute it to the children in the sect, and several bear children cried because of pranks.

Mimiko & Nanako, who was treated as a little devil because the congregation couldn't see Lingling and was forced to give her sweets: Injustice, we, injustice.

Dazai Osamu picked up a Shudou candy, peeled off the outer candy wrapper nimbly with his fingers, weighed it twice, and threw it into the mouth as if dead.

Lingling at the side silently took out a cup of green "juice" from under the coffee table, and quietly handed it to Osamu Dazai.

"!" The moment the sugar touched his lips, Osamu Dazai seemed to see the ultimate.

1 pieces of a yellow lemon sleeping bag danced the Gold Coast hula dance in front of his eyes, she swayed like a seaweed fluttering in the wind, dancing in seaweed waves.

"...water." Osamu Dazai covered his cheeks, and subconsciously took a big gulp of the juice that was handed over.

The healthy green drink in the glass was reduced by a large amount, and suddenly fell on the tatami with a "crack", rolling around twice.

"Zero-chan—" Osamu Dazai looked at her in disbelief, "There is poison in the water..."

"No." Ling Ling picked up the cup and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff, and complained with some distress: "The freshly squeezed bitter gourd juice is nutritious, the owner is really a waste."

Bitter, bitter gourd juice!

Osamu Dazai lay on the tatami with his head down, struggling to move his body, trying to escape the hell created by the devil.

Even if the sour taste disappears and the sugar that starts to sweeten can't suppress the extreme charm of the bitter gourd, Osamu Dazai spits out a ghost, feeling as if he has become a bitter gourd man.

"Isn't it delicious?" Lingling took a sip of the remaining bitter gourd juice in the cup, she smacked her lips, and exclaimed in surprise: "Wow! It tastes like Yakult!"

She loves it, and will replace all the miso soup for lunch with bitter gourd juice tomorrow.

"Master, are you okay?" Ling Ling raised her head and drank bitter gourd juice, until the last drop of green juice was inseparably separated from the glass wall and fell into her mouth, then she recovered from the joy of drinking Yakult, She ran to care about her master who seemed to have died suddenly.

Ling Lingban squatted beside Dazai Osamu, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead to take his temperature, and carefully opened Dazai Osamu's mouth to look at his tongue.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but I was shocked when I saw it, Osamu Dazai's tongue was green!

"Oh my god! Terminally ill! Ambulance!" Lingling made three emergency trips, she turned around twice, and the automatic search system came out again.

Thanks to the almighty Du Niang, she found the answer!

Two seconds later, Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, wanted to take advantage of the random run, when he suddenly found a heavy red columnar body crashing in front of him with a bang.

"Zero-chan, what are you doing with the fire extinguisher?" Dazai Osamu's eyes gradually became terrified.

It's not good, it's not good, he can't figure out Lingling's train of thought at all!This wave, she is in the atmosphere!

"Give Oxygen to Master." Lingling lowered her head and fiddled with the dry ice fire extinguisher she brought up from the basement, and said solemnly: "The difference between oxygen and carbon dioxide is only one C. There is a lot of vitamin C in the bitter melon juice that Master drinks. As long as you drink this Bottles of dry ice, they can definitely offset two by two, balance it into oxygen!"

"Trust me, I'm the most scientific!" Ling Ling pulled out the fire extinguisher tube, looked at Osamu Dazai with burning eyes, "Don't be afraid, you will be saved immediately!"

He is about to be killed!This is murder!It's a murder case!

"Help, help..." Osamu Dazai stretched out Erkang's hand. In the dizzying chaos, his only thought was: Fortunately, Lingling didn't bring an iron to him for CPR.

It's really... great...

The author has something to say: Zero Zero: Yes!I forgot!Master, wait a second!

Don’t you guys understand each other quite well? (Gently)