Goujuan always refuses to confess

The person was found by Pang Da.

It is a consensus that Shizhikong is not responsible for the tracing work during the practice.

If he came to look for it, he could directly determine the position, which would lose the meaning of training.

After the action started, the panda-like curse stared at the traces on the ground in the woods they were chasing after. Just before the silver-haired boy got impatient with waiting, Pang Da moved.

Pang Da: "Go here, you may enter the training building."

Shizhi didn't respond, neither affirming Pang Da's decision nor denying it, he followed Pang Da with heavy eyes.

The second-year students are familiar with each other, and they work closely together. Even as opponents in practice, they know each other very well. It didn't take much effort for Pang Da to find the Chanyuan Maki and Gou Juanji hidden in the building, and stepped into it. In the trap they set.

As soon as Pang Da showed his head, he was attacked by both the curse and the magic tool. Even though he was on guard, he was caught off guard. Both of them shot him with the stance of sending him out of the game first, and they showed no mercy at all.

"Maki, Tachibana, you strike too hard!" While enduring the crushing curse command, he held Zenyuan Maki's knife with his barely moving hand, "Okay, let me hit you two—— Shizhi help!"

In the first half of the sentence, Panda Mansion was still saying that he could do it, but in the second half, he turned around and asked his teammates for help.

For a while, no one responded to Pang Da's call for help. Pang Da looked back, but he didn't know where the silver-haired boy who was following him just now had gone. At the corner of this aisle, there were only him and his two classmates who were opponents.

Pan Da looked at the empty corridor and was stunned for a moment.

He didn't think that Shi Zhi left him and ran away, but that... he felt something was wrong.

If things go wrong, there must be a demon, not to mention that the person who is the demon is Shi Zhikong.

Pang Da bit the bullet and fought against his classmates a few times. Under the pressure of the curse, he scrapped a magic tool of Chanyuan Maki. When the weapon was turned on, the mutation happened.

The wall on the right side of the spellcaster collapsed without warning, followed by the ground under his feet, Zenin Maki only had time to jump back by herself, and it was too late when she tried to reach out and grab the dog curly thorn.

He was grabbed by the ankle by a hand protruding from below, accompanied by a great force, even Goujuan blurted out "let go" but could not stop the attacker.

In other words, the spell he used was not effective enough.

The attacker struck swiftly, and the falling stone chips obscured people's vision. The people standing above could only see the light-colored hair flashing by, and the dog roll was thrown out fiercely.

"Spine!" Zenyuan Maki shouted, and in the next second she was blocked by Pang Da.

Shi Zhi stood downstairs and patted his hands lightly twice, and smiled at his teammates fighting with Zenyuan Maki above.

"You treat her, I'll go find Thorn, that's the decision."

Not giving the two students any room to refuse, the silver-haired boy jumped out through the hole he had opened—in the direction in which he threw the dog roll.

While suppressing Zenyuan Maki's hands, Pan Da turned his head to look at the next floor, which was still filled with dust and smoke, and swallowed a few times.

"I said Maki...Tuzhi has a sense of proportion, right?"

The only girl in the class hesitated, and her answer was not so sure at the moment.

——Ten Zhikong sparring, either injured or disabled.

This was just a complaint she made when she declined Shizhi and her first-year opponent last time, but she didn't expect to respond so soon.

The target object is still the dog curly spine that will never become an opponent in the past.

The dog rolled its back and bumped into a tree, causing him to grunt in pain. Before he fell to the ground, he rolled over himself so that his feet landed on the ground more securely.

There was a rusty smell in his throat, not only because of the excessive consumption of mana, but also because of the impact he received.

He didn't bring too much throat-moisturizing medicine with him for class training, so he pulled out the stopper in a bottle and poured it directly into his mouth. The dog almost choked on himself.

He wiped the potion that he had leaked from the corner of his lips before he could swallow it in time, the pain in his throat eased a bit, and his pair of purple eyes fixed on the grass in front of him.

He was thrown from the nearby building into the low woods. If he did not miscalculate, Shizhi would come to him soon.

"Spine." The voice came from not far in front of him lightly, and Shizhi appeared in front of Goujuan in the blink of an eye, "You, hide, no, drop it."

Shizhikong didn't intend to fight, as if he wasn't responsible for the throw just now, the silver-haired boy approached the speller step by step.

The two moved in and out of the woods, without much choice. The dog rolled his back against the rough tree trunk behind him and was hit by ten branches.

If the occasion is changed at another time, the tree-dong scene may be more beautiful, but at this moment there is only a bit of gunpowder smoke, and there is no ambiguity at all.

"Does Thorn not want to see me? Why?" As if asking for an answer, Touzhi leaned closer to his face, and he looked at his magnified reflection in the magic speller's purple eyes, "Because what is unhappy?"

The spellcaster pursed his lips and frowned.

- Asking knowingly.

Shizhi is a bit knowingly asking, as a mind reader, he has always been able to grasp all the emotions of people, real and false... How could he not read the initial depression of Goujuan?

It's just that he chose to ignore it.

Because the dog curly thorn will always follow him.

In fact, letting outsiders see the relationship between the two of them is also very distorted. The daily bondage appeared, and Shizhi morbidly put most of his attention on the dog Jujiji.

He often chats with Goujuan, but he doesn't like to do the translation work that mind readers should do. As a result, except for Shizhi, few people understand what Goujuan is thinking.

Shizhi squinted his eyes, and he read the muttering words that Goujuan deliberately wanted to hear for him.

He thought for a while and asked, "Are the rice balls delicious? There are also salt-baked saury, all specially bought for you."

--what?

"That's for apologizing? Um... is that how it's defined, because I haven't been with Thorns lately—"

—… Sora, I'm not fussing about this with you.

Gou Juanji sighed, raised his head slightly, and looked up at the silver-haired boy who was much taller than himself.

Against the light, Gou Juan couldn't see his own shadow clearly in the almost transparent golden color, his eyes drooped a little bit, his thin lips were slightly pursed, without much curl.

— To be honest, I am very unhappy.

—— Sora is a special existence for me, and Sora is the only person who can communicate with me directly.

After more than ten years of life, Shizhikong is the first one, and it may be the last one.

——And I was...so special to Sora.

Goujuan refers to the fact that his spell can temporarily suppress Shizhi's mind reading, even if this short period of time requires a huge price.

But it's different now. From Juzhi's mouth, I learned that the other party met a more perfect ability in Yokohama, and at the cost of touching, Juzhi's mind reading can be nullified.

——My "Congratulations" that day was against my will, Sora, you should have read it too.

—Actually... I think Sora is about to be snatched from you.

He frankly revealed his heart, but Gou Juan stretched out his hand and pushed Shi Zhi away from him.

He let the light shine in, so that he could clearly see the expression of Shi Zhizhi.

The silver-haired boy's gilt eyes flashed a light.

Shizhi replied, "How come? I like thorny ones very much."

The gentle tone sounds very gentle, but in fact, after carefully savoring how much emotion is contained in it, it is always a bit artificial.

Ten Zhikong is always like this, the appearance is full of "abundant" emotions, and in most cases it is just an exaggerated magnification of a certain emotion.

Goujuan's eyes flashed, and he heard Shizhi say "like" to him again.

I don't know how many times Shizhi has said that he likes it from two months to now, and the number of times he has been "liked" has become so many that Goujuan has been able to deal with it calmly.

He was no longer the spellcaster who would turn red from cheeks to the tip of his ears when he first met Shizhi.

But this liking... Gou Juan pursed his lips, and the snake eyes on his face shrank accordingly.

— Sora, do you really like me?

"Yes." Shizhi replied without thinking, nodding his cheek with his free hand, "I like it very much, doesn't it mean that Thorn doesn't like me?"

"..."

"Hey, Ji, don't be silent, even your heart has stopped."

The brain of the mind-reader continued to be empty, and Shi Zhi, who couldn't get an answer either from the other party's mouth or from the other party's heart, pouted unhappily.

He repeated his words, and Gou Juan answered him.

--do not know.

"? Ji, how could you not like me? You see, Ji, you have never refused my cuddling and hugging. Boys won't be like this when they get close. The Zen Academy said before..."

——Because Sora looked very lonely.

——I wanted to talk about it since I met Sora at the shrine.

——You are... very lonely, and you want the feeling of company.

The silver-haired boy who was talking suddenly stopped, and he slowly put away the shallow warm color on his face, and the drooping eyelashes cast a shadow like a crow's feather under his eyes.

Gou Juan was suspicious of the ten branches that hadn't moved. He felt as if he had started some wrong topic, so the spell master quickly reached out and patted the silver-haired boy's head.

The soft silver hair pricked the palm, and the dog curled it twice again.

——So Sora, do you really like me?

——I'm not denying you, I just feel that you need to...

"spine."

Shizhi suddenly spoke up, he interrupted Goujuan's heartfelt voice, and opened his eyes at the same moment, the bright golden silence of the ancient well was so quiet that it made people tremble.

Shizhi just stared at Goujuan quietly, without further words, until the magic speller was stared at furiously by him, and retracted the hand that was stretched out on top of the opponent's head.

"... Kelp?" Gou Juan tilted his head in doubt.

"You—does that mean you don't like me?"

"why?"