My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

The mission of the second grade came very suddenly, even just received the news in the morning, and set off immediately in the afternoon, thanks to my wife Xia Ye's obsession with dog curly thorns, he was fast enough, otherwise he might have to guard the sky alone in the high school The dormitory has been two full days.

—Yes, two days.

Although it is not a difficult spell to deal with, not to mention the remote location, it is also very good at hiding. The work on the "window" side suddenly became cumbersome, and the time wasted in the waiting process was more than a full day. Maki of the Chanyuan fell into deep thought. She felt that this was some trick of the so-called "upper class".

"However, the solution to the curse spirit went smoothly."

Pang Da also scratched his furry panda head, and said with some confusion:

"It's not like it was aimed at us. This situation can only be regarded as transferring us away? Or thinking about it, it may really be just an accident."

"I hope." Chanyuan Maki sighed.

……

"No, in fact, it is also possible that they really wanted to distract us. 』

On the back seat of the car back to school again, my wife Xia Ye was still next to the dog with a thorn in her arms, and she held his arm in her arms. She slowly looked away, and then nodded her cheek thoughtfully.

"Or maybe it's just to distract me. 』

In the morning, Gojo Satoru sent a message to my wife Natsuno, asking him if he was with the second-year student. After getting a positive answer, there was no further movement. Not long after that, Fu Heihui gave a low notification to Knotweed Yuren's death.

"I remember, Knotaba Yuhito is the guy with the breath of a cursed object in his body. 』

It took my wife Natsuno a half a beat to remember who Yuzu Yuhito was, because for him, nothing is as important as a dog curly thorn. His focus is not at all "my classmate died", but "will he die?" It won't have any effect on Lord Thorn."

"I haven't met Ji-kun yet, if I die, I won't make Ji-kun sad...Fortunately, it would be bad if Fuhei is the one who dies, I don't want Ji-kun to be sad because of others. 』

So after quickly coming to the conclusion that "it has no effect on Mr. Thorn", my wife Natsuno shrank back in her seat and tapped the phone screen expressionlessly.

He was talking to Celty.

……

The cause of the incident was that my wife Natsuno bought rice balls of various flavors for the dog after handling Ikebukuro tasks with the first graders, and when he was about to take the bus near the West Exit JR Line, he noticed someone following him.

"Actually, it's not considered stalking, it's just that Saierti came to look for me. She came to "deliver" to me. 』

Celty is a headless fairy in Ireland. She is currently living with Orihara Rinya's friend Dr. Shilla Kishitani. Her obsession is to find her head. She is usually used to work as a transporter in some gray areas. This time, she will "deliver" I was also entrusted by Rinya Orihara to give my wife Natsuno a pocket knife.

Spider c66, worn out, the one that Orihara Rin also used frequently, other than that, there is no other news at all, my wife Natsuno is a little baffled, because since he asked Orihara Rin to modify the background information last time, the two of them have not seen each other. There is no more contact.

Orihara Rin is also looking forward to seeing the "interesting" side of human beings, so, except when necessary, he rarely uses my wife Natsuno to do anything, and there is no news about Fyodor. Be more diligent, and even if you need to contact , and don't need to go through Celty at all - there's a lot of quirks in it.

So my wife Natsuno simply called Orihara Rinya's information office, only to find out that the person who answered the phone was not the guardian at the end of the second stage of secondary illness, but his secretary Yagiri Hae.

"I don't know. That guy said a while ago that he was going to Italy. He just got on the plane last night. After that, he told me not to look for him if there was nothing serious."

Yagiri Hae said very coldly on the phone:

"No one can think of what he is going to do. I am just a researcher and part-time secretary. I can't do anything. Since he sent you something, it means that the rest is your own business."

So my wife Natsuno had to find time to dial Orihara Rinya's private number, and after that, he told Gojo Satoru that he agreed to use a business trip to southern Europe in exchange for the qualification to skip a grade.

……

『So, the 'window' will handle the formalities for me, probably after an exchange game at school. I don't know the exact date, but it shouldn't be too long. 』

After pressing the "send" button, unlike the Orihara Rin who often made a fuss, the Irish headless goblin quickly replied to his message.

『Selti: Silla said that it might have something to do with the mafia in Italy... I heard that the mafia over there is super scary QAQ, and will light a flame on your head. Natsuno, you must be careful when you go there! 』

"Is that so, then I will pay attention! 』

It can be said that she replied the last sentence not very actively, my wife Xia Ye took her eyes away from the chat interface with Celty, and then tilted her head to the left to look, a pair of purple eyes came into view impressively, and the curse of silver hair The speaker was staring at him inexplicably.

"Mr. Thorn, what's wrong?"

My wife Xia Ye immediately raised a smiling face, and the pink hair on the top of her head stood up "噗", the spell master's gaze was drawn away for a second, but he turned back quickly, staring at my wife Xia Ye side of the phone.

"mustard?"

Is Xia Ye chatting?

"um, yes."

As if he didn't expect him to ask this question, my wife Xia Ye was taken aback for a moment before nodding.

"It's a former friend, I haven't contacted for a long time—"

As soon as this was mentioned, my wife Xia Ye suddenly noticed something, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and her eyes sparkled instantly: "So, does Mr. Thorn care about my chat partner?"

"Are you jealous?Just like the previous situation of asking who took pictures of me, it would be great if this is true-this shows that Mr. Thorn cares about whether I chat with others, and it is proof that Mr. Thorn also cares about me! 』

"..."

Gou Juanji's eyes wandered for a while, but he didn't deny my wife Xia Ye's statement. He even thought about it for a while, and finally nodded seriously:

"Salmon!"

That's right, I really want to know who Natsuno is chatting with!

"Crit attack!Mr. Thorn looks so cute when he is jealous! ! ! 』

My wife Xia Ye's eyes suddenly became more intense, and the little flower behind her kept floating out, wishing to put the phone directly into the dog's hand, and said without any concealment:

"It's a former friend! I already have a cohabitant, and I might get married soon. If Mr. Thorn doesn't want me to chat with others, I can delete other people immediately, and only chat with Mr. Thorn every day!"

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

——No, wait, Xia Ye, there is no need for that, it hasn't reached that level yet!

The dog curly spine immediately waved his hands in a panic:

"Bonito, dried bonito!"

——He was just asking, and didn't mean that!

"Eh, is that so?"

Without getting an affirmative answer, my wife Xia Ye showed a bit of regret, and said regretfully:

"If Mr. Thorn wants me to only chat with you, I will be very happy."

"... pickled fish roe."

Gou Juanji silently wiped his sweat—so why did Xia Ye have such hope? This kind of joke sounds really scary.

Moreover, I don't know if it's his illusion, but he always feels... Xia Ye doesn't look like a joke.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, if you think about it any more, you will be a little terrified...

He had already discovered something, but he still felt that it would be better not to delve into it further. His purple eyes flashed, and he subconsciously clenched his palms.

... Then he looked down with some discomfort.

The palm is empty, nothing.

One of his arms was tightly held by Xia Ye, and the cloth of the warm breath was attached to his arm. Because the distance was a bit too close, even the pink hair next to him tended to lean towards him, resulting in a soft feeling. The soft hair rubbed against his shoulders, obviously blocked by clothes, but there was still an inexplicable, itchy illusion in every sense.

The dog curly spine's fingers couldn't help moving.

Normally, as long as Xia Ye is by his side, he will definitely squeeze his fingers into his fingers super-actively, making an extra intimate finger interlocking movement. At the beginning, the dog curling spine was a bit awkward, but soon He soon got used to the feeling of interlocking fingers, and now there was nothing between his fingers...... He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"..."

There was a thoughtful look in his purple eyes, and Gou Juanji hesitated for a moment, as if he had made some embarrassing decision, and secretly looked around.

The driver was staring at the road intently, and Panda and Maki also lazily leaned back on the back of the chair and closed their eyes to rest their minds. Therefore, after realizing that no one was paying attention to his side, the dog curly...cautiously held my wife Natsuno's hand one hand.

Xia Ye's hand is slightly smaller than his, and can be completely wrapped in his palm. His fingers are thin and white, and there are a little calluses on the palm, but it is still smooth and soft to the touch, not quite like The rough palms of normal boys are a bit like the soft palms of girls.

Fingers...the fingers are also very soft. It feels like squeezing soft cotton candy between the fingers. The feeling of holding it is so comfortable that people want to sigh, and sometimes it even makes people feel like "strength". Hold tight" impulse.

With reddish ear tips, the dog curled his fingers and secretly interlaced his fingers with the opponent's like a thief, until they fit together perfectly, and then clasped his fingers tightly. The strange feeling of emptiness in his heart disappeared. Instead, it was warm and comfortable.

...and the scorching sight beside him that cannot be ignored.

The other hand with ten interlocking fingers moved, and the fingers that were lightly clasped were clenched backhand, firmly clasped on the back of his hand, with a very familiar force, just like Xia Ye usually actively clasped his palm, locked firmly. Tighten each other's fingers, not relaxing at all.

"Does Mr. Thorn want to hold hands with me?"

My wife Xia Ye blinked her pink pupils, and moved closer again, her cheeks turned red, and the temperature of her breath rose again—the distance became closer again.

Gou Juanji stared at the pink pupils that were close at hand, thinking calmly in his heart. Xia Ye was already almost leaning against his shoulders, but now he was almost touching his forehead, with the tip of his nose touching the tip of his nose. With his knees resting on the seat, even his other free hand was propped up next to his ear, creating a space similar to a "wall dong".

"Sure enough, holding hands is very comfortable, right?"

The pink-haired boy who was close at hand seemed to be very happy, with a smile in his voice, he whispered to him in a volume that would not attract the attention of others:

"Mr. Thorn will take the initiative to hold hands with me, I am super happy-then do you want to do something else?"

"It's already natural to hold hands with me, and Mr. Thorn's initiative is also indispensable. Next, we must find a way to make Mr. Thorn more active." 』

The pink pupils were covered with a layer of moist mist, and the heat from her breath hit the high collar that was a bit in the way. My wife Xia Ye leaned forward again, and pressed her forehead against the other's forehead, pink and silver hair. Being entangled with each other, he paused for a moment before elongating the coda with a soft voice with a slightly ambiguous nasal tone:

"Hugging is also very comfortable, Mr. Thorn, would you like to give me a hug?"

……

In the back row of seats, sensing that Pang Da had a faint tendency to move, Chanyuan Maki quickly gave Pang Da a silent elbow.

——Why, don't pretend to be asleep now, waiting to eat dog food?