Goujuan always refuses to confess

The scene was so quiet that only the sound of pattering rain could be heard, and the heavier and heavier raindrops hit the ground, the sound masked the increasingly heavy heartbeat of the black-haired boy.

"……Feel sorry."

Fu Heihui's eyes dimmed a few times, and finally withdrew his fist, and even withdrew his own spells.

Shi Zhikong looked at his junior playfully, the smile on his face was beyond words, the smile floated in his golden eyes for a while, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the rain on his face.

He also scattered the golden long arrows that were half condensed in his hand.

"Okay, Junior Brother Fuhei, do we need to be so tense? What are you doing standing here in the rain? Go in and hide for a while. It will take some time for the assistant supervisor to drive the car over."

Shizhi pointed to the knotweed Yujin on the ground, and signaled Fuhei to drag him in.

"Hold it in. You can do whatever you want. Junior Fu Hei really doesn't want to help him install a heart? Maybe he can save it."

This was just a casual mention, Shizhi Kong knew that the dead Polygonum cuspidatum Hisohito could not be resurrected so easily, but to his surprise, Fu Hei still decided to give it a try.

The silver-haired senior paused for wiping the rainwater from his hair, and he turned his shoulders strangely.

"You want to give Junior Knotweed... well, don't say that word, you want to give him a heart? Yes, but what's the price?"

The black-haired student who pursed his lips was silent for a while, and he said in a tangled voice: "How much does it cost?"

This is a good question.

Shizhikong walked around the knotweed Yuren on the ground thoughtfully, and pinched the arms of the person lying on the ground a few times.

"It's not difficult to fill the vacancy in his heart, after all, it's not about resurrecting him." Ten Zhi put one hand in his pocket at last, and made a few gestures with his right hand, "This—so much spell power, are you willing to use other equivalents? You can replace it with something else."

Without the previous tense atmosphere, Shizhi's mood became very fast. He seemed to be easy to discuss, but Fu Hei understood that if the senior was asked to replace the price, he might be replaced by something.

Mostly lifespan, Wutiao teacher told him so.

Fu Heihui finally chose to give up his spell power, and Shi Zhikong who got this answer was full of regret.

"...Senior, what are you regretting..."

"Me? It's a pity that I can't take away something important from you, junior... Well, I didn't do anything~"

Shizhi bent his eyes and clapped his hands twice, signaling Fu Hei to get ready.

At the moment when Shizhi murmured some sentence from his mouth using language as a medium, Fu Hei's mana power, which had been consumed a lot in the battle with Nuo, was almost drained.

He staggered, if he hadn't supported the wall next to him in time, Fu Hei would probably fall to the ground.

The ethereal aura flashed across Shizhi's body, and he was out of the state when he used his ability. He didn't care about another junior who was breathing unsteadily.

Shizhi was watching with novelty a heart re-growth on the "corpse" of Yuzu Yuhito, and the blood vessels were glued to the corresponding position, and the process of reproduction of an organ was completed in this way.

But the miracle didn't happen.

The heart didn't beat, and the knotweed Yuren didn't come back to life.

This is a matter of course, the knotweed Yuren has "dead".

The unknown Supervisor A of the High School of Conjuration arrived late. As soon as he arrived, he saw the corpse of a student, and his face turned pale with fright.

It can't be helped, this is the first-year student that Gojo Satoru focused on by name.

Assistant Superintendent A tremblingly dialed that person's phone, the voice on the other end of the phone was still the sound of fighting and fighting. After hearing the news that Knotabagi Yujin had died, everything on the other side suddenly stopped for a moment.

"That's it, then take all my students back." Without saying anything, Gojo Satoru quickly hung up the phone.

The matter of moving the corpse was done by Assistant Superintendent A and Fu Heihui, obviously they were also in the same company, but Shi Zhikong had one hand in his pocket and the other an umbrella, and no one was going to help.

Drenched in the rain, Assistant Superintendent A took two steps in the silent and awkward atmosphere. He couldn't stand the sight of the silver-haired boy's unpredictability probing his body in his hands, and suggested, "That classmate Shizhi, there is dessert in the trunk. do you want--"

"Okay." Shizhi quickly agreed.

He didn't have much interest in standing in the rain and feeling the humid air, so Toko looked away from Yuzu Yuhito's body, went to the trunk to get dessert, and then sat on the co-pilot.

In the back row, he gave way to Yuzhang Yourhito and Fu Heihui. He didn't want to get too close to the weird-looking Knotabayuhito.

——Well, do you want to tell others about the weirdness?

This idea stayed in my mind for a moment, and the next second Goujuan replied, it attracted Shizhi's attention.

He wasn't interested in Knotweed Youren at all, they were just seniors and juniors who had only known each other for a few days.

But if you put it that way, Fu Heihui and Hu Zhang Youroto haven't known each other for long?

Suddenly found a blind spot, swallowed the cherry pulp in his mouth in twos and threes, spit it out in a knot, and grabbed the passenger seat, ignoring the driver's auxiliary supervisor who yelled to pay attention to safety. If it's a class, turn around and look behind.

At the moment, Yuzhang Youruhito was lying on his back in the back of the car, with his head resting on Fu Heihui's lap.

The black-haired boy with his head bowed was depressed. Obviously, the death of his friend made him brood.

—Yes, my friend.

Ten golden eyes narrowed.

—They are as different as I and Thorn.

Hearing the voice of the black-haired boy without the slightest scruple, Shizhi tilted his head and turned around to stare at him for a while, then slowly said: "You care about him so much, why? You are just acquainted for the first time."

Hearing his words, Fu Heihui, who had been hanging his head, raised his head, his eyes were dim, and the emotions contained in them were beyond Shizhikong's comprehension. two.

Regret, remorse, sadness, pain... a variety of negative emotions are intertwined and mixed into a dull black.

Shi Zhi hooked the corners of his lips, and his golden eyes widened slightly.

In fact, he still likes to watch all kinds of human beings, because human beings will always burst out intoxicating heart sounds under different encounters.

"The knotweed... is different." After a long silence, Fu Heihui's voice was hoarse when he spoke again.

"Oh? What's different?" Shizhi wrenched his fingers, "You just met a few days earlier than me. Junior Fuhei, you are now acting like a good friend who has passed away for more than ten years."

"I said, are human emotions so complicated?"

"Love, remorse, how many people came to me at that time to pray for the continuation of life, and their hearts all expressed their feelings for each other."

Perplexity hangs in his golden peach eyes, as if he is still sitting in a shrine high above, and in front of him are the villagers with wishes.

"Are you one of them too? Junior Fuhei."

Disturbing voices continued to come into my ears, and Shizhi, who had long been accustomed to those noises as the background sound, hung himself drowsily on the person in front of him, without any sense of deep self-consciousness.

He didn't wake up, and he didn't sleep well.

After transporting the body of Yuzu Yuuhito back to the school, he was naturally called by the teacher and the principal to ask questions. However, Tokae Sora, who was called away without getting an answer from Megumi Fukuro, was in a bad mood and didn't answer the questions well. He also dismantled several curse bones of the principal.

This torment was very late, and the rest of the day's class was not attended, and Gou Juan had already fallen asleep when he was put back, which caused Shi Zhi to entangle himself with Gou Juan who came to wake him up the next day.

Zenyuan Maki looked at the two people who came to class like conjoined twins speechlessly, and still couldn't hold back: "You spoil him too much!"

"Dried bonito?" Goujuan tilted his head innocently.

Zhenxi was so angry that she really didn't know what to say about her two classmates, so Gou Juan would hang ten sticks if he wanted to.

It's not that she didn't suggest letting Shizhi sleep on Pang Da's body, anyway, Pang Da helped her carry weapons every day, but the half-asleep, half-awake silver-haired boy resisted very much, and clung to Goujuu as soon as he left.

Clearly refusing to leave Goujuan, Chanyuan Maki gave up after a couple of pulls, but Pang Da was severely opened by the panda's paw.

Panda:?

Maki: ...Forget it, it's okay to go to the first grade like this, anyway, I'm not the one who is ashamed.

Shizhi closed his eyes and narrowed his eyes in a daze. He seemed to have heard the loud shouts from the monastery and the soft explanations from Pang Da and Ji, and after a while there were other voices.

Who is it?It seems a little familiar... like...? !

Waking up from Goujuuji's back in an instant, his blurred golden eyes were instantly clear, Shizhi tightened his arms to press Goujuu's shoulders, and climbed off Goujuu's back a moment later.

Shizhi stood where he was, staring in the other direction suspiciously.

"Kelp?" Goujuan also followed Shizhi's gaze, which was in another direction of the school, but he didn't see anything.

Maki's eyelids twitched when her narration was interrupted, and Panda also looked over under Juzhi's strangeness. The eyes of the two first-year students in front of her were almost drawn away, and she had to cough twice violently.

"...So, the above is an introduction to the exchange meeting...Pang Da, don't read it! Even if you don't care about it, you will join in the fun!"

Shizhi looked at it, the doubts in his eyes disappeared, and he changed into a clear expression.

He turned his head, passed the second-year companion in front of him, and met the eyes of the black-haired junior.

The corner of Shizhi's mouth raised, and a superficial smile bloomed.

"Ah, isn't this the third... oh no, it's the two juniors from the first grade."