Goujuan always refuses to confess

One of Shizhikong's abilities is mind reading.

Perhaps at the earliest, his ability is indeed just mind reading, but it has been long-awaited and forced by others, and this ability has been transformed into a passive skill that cannot be turned off.

He receives the voices of all people all the time, in an indiscriminate form.

Noisy is very noisy, human and non-human, the thoughts in their hearts are all intertwined with various timbres to form an obscure and ugly tune, which is messily stuffed into Tokae Sora's mind - it is a headache .

It was annoying, annoying, and noisy, and he had used these sounds as background sound for a long time, until the day he met the spellcaster.

His world was quiet for a moment.

After Goujuu closed the door, he leaned his back on the door panel and took a few long breaths, trying to cool down the temperature on his face.

He has no secrets in front of Shi Zhikong.

In a literal sense, all his thoughts, no matter whether he is willing or unwilling to let outsiders know, as long as this thought stays in his mind, it will be read by Shi Zhikong.

"That's right, as long as your minds are empty and you don't think about anything, I won't be able to read."

This was about half a year ago, when Shi Zhikong, who was brought to the class by Teacher Wujo, explained himself to himself during the class meeting after Goujumaki returned to school from the hospital.

Not long ago, the silver-haired boy who had been classified as a "secret execution" stood in front of the blackboard, his freshly cut silver hair stuck to his forehead, and his golden peach eyes were slightly squinted. He said this with a smile.

At that time, everyone gave the response of "can't do it".

"That's fine, Shizhi-kun is your classmate now, you have to get along well." Teacher Wutiao clapped his hands, drawing an end to the brief class meeting.

Goujuan shook his head, throwing the memory of that time out of his head.

He took another breath, raised his head and wanted to say something to the person who had just revealed a certain secret of his in his ear, just as he raised his head, Gou Juan's eyes froze.

After pausing for about two or three seconds, the young man with a straight face suddenly walked to his bedside in a few steps.

“Dried bonito!!!”

Goujuu's face covered under the high collar was full of anger. He grabbed a corner of his quilt and dragged it hard, trying to break apart the silkworm chrysalis on the bed.

It took only a moment for him to be distracted, and Shi Zhikong completed the whole process of throwing the bag in his hand on the bedside table, throwing himself on the bed, shaking off the quilt that was folded when the dog rolled up, and getting in.

——Why did he bring Shi Zhikong back to his room?

——He should have taken a few more steps and pushed people to the next door.

The person covered in the quilt pressed the corner of the quilt tightly, and a muffled sound came from inside.

Shi Zhikong: "I don't think so, how about I just sleep with you today?"

Dog curly spine: "Dried bonito."

Shi Zhikong: "Oh no, Teacher Wutiao is on a business trip, and other teachers will not come to check my room, and they won't be found sleeping together."

Dog Curly Thorn: "Dried bonito!"

Shi Zhikong: "? Thorn is too good, I'm not a pervert, what's the problem if I want to spend more time with the person I like? If it weren't for the school not having a double bed, I would definitely drag you to apply—"

Dog Curly Thorn: "...fried shrimp."

After Goujuan finished speaking this newly developed vocabulary, the puffed-up quilt stopped wriggling completely, as if he was really angry, and Goujuan didn't respond to whatever stuffing he said.

Goujuan thought for a while, he lowered his neckline to reveal the snake eyes on his cheeks, and used his spell power: "【Come out】."

The incantation, which was effective once it was said in the past, also lost its power at this moment. The human figure under the quilt only moved twice, and did not come out of the "cocoon" as Gou Juan ordered.

——Shi Zhikong is only a first-class conjurer in name.

——His spells will be less effective against stronger conjurers.

Of course, this was more or less related to him not reciting the mantra seriously.

The curse command failed, so Gou Juan could only purse his lips and continue to pick the shell of the "silkworm chrysalis" with his hands... huh?

His wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand protruding from the bed, and then a strong force came and dragged him to the bed.

The world in front of Gou Juan was spinning, his back fell heavily on the soft bed, followed by a quilt that was neither light nor heavy, and finally it was the weight of a person.

The golden eyes were shining brightly, filled with a heavy smile, the silver braids were scattered because of rolling on the bed earlier, at this moment Shizhi's shoulders slipped down, hanging down in front of Goujuan's nose.

"Catch, get, you, got it~"

The ending sound couldn't stop rising, because he was satisfied with Goujuan's slightly surprised expression, Shizhi's pressure on the opponent's shoulder relaxed a bit, and his eyes curved into crescent moons.

Looking down at the suppressed spellcaster from a high position, Shizhi was in a happy mood that was visible to the naked eye.

"Kelp?" Goujuu made a doubtful voice.

"No, don't, I don't want to let go of Thorn." Shizhi directly vetoed Goujuan's idea of ​​getting him up, and simply hugged him with one hand and stuffed him into his arms, making it a humanoid pillow, "Teach me today Brothers and sisters went shopping and heard pitch-black things, I was tired, and I wanted to recharge my batteries."

The silver hair was mixed with the light flaxen short hair, Goujuan looked at the ceiling of his room helplessly, and pushed the shoulder of the person on him again.

"Dried bonito bonito bonito—"

"One hour...okay, half an hour...if not, just 15 minutes. I'll get up after a short rest. I still have something to give to Thorn."

The silver-haired boy talking to himself buried his face in his classmate's pillow and stopped tossing. After a while, the sound of his long breathing echoed in the other's ear.

Goujuan resigned to his fate and stared blankly there for a few seconds, and he also squinted for a while as he was infected with sleepiness.

It may have been 15 minutes or half an hour, Goujuu felt that it was almost time to rest, and poked Shizhi's shoulder.

--no response.

Goujuan yelled to kelp twice in a low voice, and resolutely gave up waking Shizhi up after realizing that Shizhi was really asleep.

Shizhikong's sleep quality has always been poor, which has something to do with his own ability.

I have been troubled by noise for a long time, in Shizhi's own words, I feel much more comfortable staying with Gouju.

There must be Shizhi himself adding oil and vinegar to this, but Gou Juan still believes it.

Psychological effects are also effects, aren't they?

Struggling to break free from under Shi Zhi's arms, Gou Juan sat up helplessly, looking at Shi Zhi's peaceful sleeping face turned sideways.

Shi Zhikong's quiet face was very deceiving, his appearance was originally very good, with a sense of holiness.

Just like when Inumaki saw a silver-haired boy in a hunting suit for the first time in an empty shrine, he ignored the things he was holding, completely looking like a god who had strayed into the world.

——So what happened in the middle caused the good Miko to become a rascal to him like this...

The name of Wutiao teacher flashed through his mind, Goujuan Gang Shizhi tucked up the quilt, and then silently recited a mantra, the effect was similar to lowering the volume of the heart sounds he heard.

This is a mantra developed by Goujuan that is less burdensome to himself. Obviously, after he finished chanting, Shizhi's breathing eased a little.

After finishing these things, Goujul's eyes turned to the bag on the bedside table.

--what is this?

Goujul stretched out his hand to the shopping bag curiously.

"...So you have seen Thorn."

"...dried bonito."

"How can I pretend that you haven't seen it! I wanted to give you a surprise, damn it..." The silver head lowered, feeling very disappointed.

"Great mustard."

"It's not your fault... Forget it, it seems that such a ring is too cheap for a marriage proposal, let's treat it as an ordinary gift!"

Goujuan didn't even have time to veto whether the progress of the wedding ring was too fast, and he was dragged by Shizhi who quickly cheered up to study which style was more restored and more realistic.

Shi Zhikong said that if Gou Juan really likes this style, then he can make it to order——

Dog Roll: Dried Bonito!

Shizhi spread out the rice ball box and stuffing ring, and he and Goujuu got together. This is a group discussion in class, and he defaulted to being in a group with Goujuan.

Shi Zhi just got started here, and before he could discuss with Gou Juan what happened, his phone rang.

It must be important to be able to make calls during class time.

The caller ID showed infinite space, and Shi Zhi, who was interrupted from chatting, pouted and stared at the phone for twelve rings before picking it up under the urging of Gou Juan's eyes.

The magnetic male voice that rang on the other end of the phone spoke quickly: "Yo Shizhi, you should be in class right now, but I don't think you can attend class, so now I have a sudden task for your driver, and I have already contacted him I will pick you up at the door of the classroom right away, and you can go to West Tokyo—you are the only one who is suitable in the school, and I am busy with this task, and I can’t get away even if I come back from the task point now, so please..."

Hearing this, Shizhi held up his mobile phone and looked towards the classroom door, a head poked out from the classroom door just opened, a male with an ordinary appearance.

"Well... Excuse me, classmate Shizhi..." He asked tremblingly, "Teacher Wutiao asked me to come to you."

"I'm here." Replied casually, Shizhi was not interested in listening to the other end of the phone and finished the matter. After hanging up Wutiao Wu's call, Shizhi turned to look at Goujuan, "Teacher Wutiao asked me to work."

The silver-haired boy kept the corners of his mouth down, and the dissatisfaction in his heart was beyond words.

——Asshole Wujo teacher.

"Salmon." Gou Juan made an OK gesture after hearing this.

He thought for a while, his purple eyes slightly bent, stood up and gave Shi Zhi a hug.

He was thinking of the heart of the school's assistant superintendent, if he didn't appease Shi Zhikong now, who knew what nonsense he would say in the car later.

The silver-haired boy's complexion suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, and he immediately hugged the speller who was much shorter than him, and reluctantly let go of him when he was pushed.

"Still, put away the ring and wait for me to come back."

"Tuna mayo."

The auxiliary supervisor A, who couldn't remember his name, was driving extremely fast. He didn't dare to look in the rearview mirror. He held the steering wheel straight, and his driving movements were still a little stiff.

It was so stiff that one couldn't help but wonder if he would drive the car onto the sidewalk, which was quite wide in this remote place.

Shi Zhikong played with his phone boredly, clicking on and off the text message he just received.

With other things bothering him, he was not in the mood to point out the screen-sweeping fear in the driver's heart for the time being.

Fortunately, the auxiliary supervisor A was stiff and stiff, and his driving skills were still good. Even if he turned the steering wheel to the level of drifting, the car still parked steadily at the destination - the gate of Yingji Juvenile Academy.

It was raining patteringly.

Shi Zhikong got out of the car, and he looked for a while at the courtyard gate, which was empty with only traces of battle left.

Assistant Superintendent A: "...Tuzhi-san? Are we here to—"

Shi Zhikong suddenly turned his head, his half-closed golden eyes frightened the assistant supervisor A to take half a step back.

"It's not too late." After moving his wrist twice, the rumbling sound from a distance proved that what he said was correct, Shizhi pressed his legs twice, and squatted on the spot a few times, "But it's not too early .”

Before setting off, Shizhi thought of something, turned his head and said to the auxiliary supervisor of Jugao, "Let me tell you first, I don't guarantee that I can bring back living people."

—— After all, Knotabagi Yuhito's heartfelt voice was too soft to be heard.

The sound from the fighting place was extremely loud, judging from Nue flashing across the sky, the one who was beaten was probably the black-haired junior.

The chasing party is... Shi Zhikong tilted his head, thinking that the voice of the Cursed King was quite interesting.

While he shouted "boring", he was eager to see Fu Heihui grow up.

——This is the King of Curses.

Compared to the moment I heard in the car two days ago, now the two-faced Su Nuo continues to yell in Shi Zhikong's ears with his arrogant voice.

"It's so noisy." Muttering and complaining, the silver-haired boy climbed over several tall buildings in a leisurely manner. His speed was not slow, but he definitely couldn't be called "rushing over".

With such a deliberate rhythm, everything was settled when Shi Zhikong arrived at the fighting scene.

"You guys should live longer."

The shaky pink-haired junior left these words and fell forward. When he lay down on the ground, the black-haired junior, whose expression was so sad that he was about to cry, met Tokae Sora's eyes.

Shi Zhikong didn't know whether it was rain or tears on Fu Heihui's face, he walked over with his usual expression, and squatted down to check the "corpse" of Knotweed cuspidatum.

"Dead." Shizhi sized him up for a while, but without turning the person face-up, he came to a conclusion, "Well, if the heart is gone, then you really can't live... Junior Fuhei, what is the meaning of your gaze? "

Hearing the strange heartbeat, he raised his head slightly, and Toji met a pair of eyes filled with various emotions.

--why……

——If the senior came earlier...

——If I was stronger...

Shi Zhikong hooked the corners of his lips, like an innocent child who got candy, he showed a bright smile inappropriately in the sad atmosphere.

"Does Junior Fu Hei think I'm late? That's right. If I had come earlier, it would still be possible to get a heart for Junior Knotweed. But now the difficulty has suddenly increased."

"Does Junior Brother Fuhei still want to try it? Resurrection or something... Before the 'bones' are completely cooled, as long as you can pay the price——"

Juzhi tilted his head back to avoid the toad that almost fell on his face.

After taking a step back and standing still, Shi Zhi slowly put away his smile, his golden eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's not good to attack seniors, right? Just now, when I became a junior student of Fuhei, you were emotional."

"If there is another blow." Shizhi raised the corner of his mouth, "I will temporarily forget the five warnings from Teacher."