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"How did Mr. Zhongyuan find this place?"

Turning his head to see the curious girl beside him, Nakahara Chuya pursed his lower lip, he retracted his gaze, and his gaze fell on the street extending into the distance.

"Dazai told me."

Nakahara Chuya couldn't help frowning when he thought of Osamu Dazai at that time.

【"I have more important things to do, Erika will not run away anyway."】

The dark-haired young man was leaning in the dark alley, and unlike Zhong Yuanzhong, his figure completely left the light of the street lamp.

Osamu Dazai looked up at him slowly, with a hypocritical smile on his lips.

Nakahara was very familiar with that kind of smile, it was the expression that Osamu Dazai had when he snapped his fingers and blew up his wine storage room.

Although Osamu Dazai didn't tell him his plan at all, according to the information about the magician reported by his subordinates in the past few days, Nakahara Chu can probably guess one or two.

He didn't care about what Osamu Dazai was going to do. Anyway, the conjurer and the port mafia had no interests involved. It would be best if Osamu Dazai was busy with other things and didn't bother him.

It's just that those old guys at the top of the magic world may have to be busy for a while.

【"Ah, by the way, the current Erika may not be the Erika that Chuya knew."】

When passing by him, Osamu Dazai paused for a moment.

【"Probably due to different experiences, Erika is much more independent now than before—of course, if Chuya makes Erika angry, I will help you speak well in front of Erika."】

When Osamu Dazai said this, he picked up the ending, and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

However, Zhongyuan Zhong also didn't believe a word.

It sounds good, translated into adult words, it is better for him to be hated by the other party, and then that stinky mackerel can say bad things about him and pretend to take advantage of it.

What's more, Erika is different now, of course he knows it.

Nakahara Chuya felt angry when he thought of Osamu Dazai's words.

Does he look like a guy so stupid he can't even tell who he likes?

Even though his background and experiences have all changed, and he looks much more reliable than before, the idiot inside remains the same.

After all, they can make stupid decisions without hesitation in sacrificing their lives to win.

Thinking of this, Zhong Yuanzhong couldn't help but snorted coldly.

"Mr. Zhongyuan."

"Ok?"

"Are you angry?"

Zhong Yuanzhong was also taken aback, he quickly came back to his senses, pursed his lower lip, "It's not about you."

"Really?" Erika hesitated for a moment, "When I lost consciousness in the church, I seemed to hear Mr. Nakahara talking to Mr. Dazai very angrily."

Nakahara also stopped in his tracks. He stared at Erika in front of him with those blue eyes for a long time, then laughed again, "I thought you wouldn't mention that."

"I already have experience." Erika's tone was full of vicissitudes that did not match her age, "No matter what, I can't escape."

It was the first time I saw such an expression on her face.

The wind on the street gradually picked up. Nakahara Chuya raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat. He opened his lips and asked casually, "Do you want to go back to Yokohama or go to school?"

Erika's eyes widened in disbelief at this overly friendly question.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pulled the corner of his lower lip: "Surprised?"

No, think about it carefully, even though Zhongya Zhongya is a mafia, he is indeed not the unreasonable kind of person.

"You don't think I'm a good person in your heart, do you?"

"..."

Seeing the other party's subtle expression changes, Zhong Yuanzhong knew that he had guessed right.

He snorted, and put his hands on the golden head, "I'm not a good person, I just give you the right to choose."

When Nakahara Chuya said this again, his voice was a little lower than usual.

He deliberately lowered Erika's head to cover up the dark emotions surging in his eyes.

For Nakahara Chuya, he will never forget how [Atobe Erika] died.

——Only 16 years old, forced to get involved in the struggle of the mafia, inexplicably lost the beautiful life that had just started.

He can forget about it, but [Erika Atobe] looks like someone who should be raised in a greenhouse.

Although I don't know why, but since everything has started all over again, the other party should have the power to choose again.

Either stay with him or go to someone else.

Of course, Zhongyuan Zhong also has negative emotions, but he is strong enough, so he is restrained enough.

"this."

With a wave of the gloved hand, something gleaming drew a parabola and fell into Erika's hand accurately.

It's a sapphire, not set in anything, just a sapphire.

Regardless of the purity or size, Erika can see the high value at a glance.

Zhongyuan Zhong also withdrew his hand from her head, his face remained unchanged and said, "I heard from Dazai that it was your birthday a few days ago."

Erika was startled: "No, no matter how you say it, it's too precious."

Zhong Yuanzhong didn't think so either.

"Come to me with this if you change your mind."

He stared down at the girl in front of him, and reminded again, "This is not a game, you only have one chance. Erika, I am a mafia, and I am not a good person."

Central Plains Chuya's restraint is limited.

He is a mafia, and the word plunder is born in the blood of the mafia.

Now that he has made a choice, no matter how much he regrets later, he will not back down.

If that time comes, Zhongyuan Zhong will also inlay this gemstone on the collar with his own hands.

Zhongyuan Zhong also thought so darkly, and suddenly remembered that the current Erika owed a lot of student loans on the information.

It is indeed not a small number, but the other party seems to be paying back the money on time every week.

Of course, for Zhongya Zhongyuan, this amount of money is not as expensive as his bow tie.

After all, his bow tie is worth 800 million.

"If you don't want to work, I can help you find a way, but if I find out that you take it to a pawn shop, you will be finished."

Zhong Yuanzhong also deliberately put on a rather serious expression, and said threateningly.

However, Erika didn't look frightened at all.

She understood what Nakahara Chuya meant, so she put the gemstone in her pocket, and burst out laughing: "Mr. Nakahara, why do you think I would do that kind of thing? As for working part-time - please don't worry, recently If the investment makes some money, it should be able to pay off the debt soon."

investment?

Nakahara couldn't find traces of lying on Erika's face, he let go of his frowning, and decided to ask Higuchi to check after he went back, lest she be cheated and count the money for others.

"Just get here."

Erika stopped in front of the station.

When she ran out of the apartment, Erika looked at the time. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. From here to the college, she should still be able to catch up with the basic courses.

"Thank you very much for this matter, next time..."

Zhong Yuanzhong also wanted to interrupt the other party and tell her not to care, but suddenly felt a sharp gaze from the crowd.

He raised his eyes slightly, and his eyes accurately caught the black figure in the crowd.

I have avoided destroying the enchantment. It's a good thing that guy can find out so quickly.

Zhong Yuanzhong also sneered, and moved his knuckles unhurriedly.

"You don't have to wait until next time."

"?"

"If you want to thank me, just change your name."

The long and slender fingers wrapped in gloves landed on Erika's shoulders, and Nakahara also laughed arrogantly amid Gojo Satoru's gradually lowering lips.

"It's good to call you by your first name."

[Conjurers in Tokyo, are you all right? ]

[Not good, don't cue. ]

[Hey hey hey, what's wrong? ]

[Hahaha, Gojo Satoru, that devil got into a direct fight with people on the street, and the electric poles were blown up, they poor ghosts are probably finishing off. ]

[If I knew that one day I would come to lay the floor tiles, I would not be a magician if I was killed. ]

[Don't be crooked, don't be crooked!Upstairs upstairs, quickly share the gossip. ]

[It's nothing, I heard that the rival in love is extremely jealous when they meet. ]

[Incompetent rage!Appeared!Incompetent rage! ]

[Rival?Does Gojo Satoru have the same troubles as us mortals? ]

[Don't underestimate yourself! ]

[There is no underestimation, it’s just that we are mortals, and Gojo Satoru is just annoying. ]

[ah?I heard that the other party made the first move, saying that he wanted to teach Gojo Wu, a self-talking guy, a lesson. ]

[On the spot, I hear it. ]

[Moving the world, finally someone can control Gojo Wu? ]

[Hahahahaha, the moth is about to cry, he has been taking care of Gojo Satoru since he was in high school, but until now he has gained nothing but increased blood pressure. ]

[Wait, is there anyone in this world who can beat Gojo Satoru? ]

[It is said that the opponent is a person with supernatural powers who can manipulate gravity. In short, the scene of the fight was very tragic. ]

[Who wins who wins? ]

[Who is going to sneak a look at the surveillance, let those of us who have been squeezed by Gojo Satoru for many years be happy and happy. ]

[Idizhi, it is decided to be you, Yidizhi. ]

[How about an appointment in the evening, let's go to a private theater to watch. ]

[Are you really not afraid of being discovered by Gojo Satoru? ]

[As long as there are no whistleblowers in three rounds, everything is easy to talk about. ]

[Hahaha, since I said last time that he wears sunglasses like a blind man, and he tried to slap me like a curse, I have no fear. ]

Looking at the anonymous messages constantly popping up in the chat group, Jiarui Zizi felt a little headache.She sighed, turned off her phone, looked up at the man sitting on the chair in front of her, "What do you think?"

Gojo Satoru blinked innocently, "That's too much, Nitro, the floor tiles were made by Mr. Zhongyuan."

"Where's the telegraph pole?"

"That's my reasonable countermeasure."

Gojo Satoru spoke sincerely, but Jiaru Nitzi was so angry that he threw the mattress in his hand directly at his head.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and caught it firmly.

"What, why did you only scold me, Mr. Zhongyuan provoked me first."

He complained dissatisfiedly, and glanced down at Erika's body report on the homework board.

Jia Ruozi sneered: "Don't you deserve to be scolded for taking Atobe away from me secretly and then hiding it?"

Gojo Satoru pursed his lower lip.

"I'm doing it for Erika's sake."

"Who cares what your reason is, no matter what girl you do to, you will be hated."

Gojo Gojo snorted, "Glass doesn't understand me."

Jia Ruozi crossed his arms and looked down at Wujo Gojo, who was half-slumped on the chair with his legs spread apart, "Then you should talk about it."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips and fell silent for a rare moment.

"No."

His voice was a little duller than before, Wujo Wu lowered his eyes slowly, and didn't look at the house anymore.His expression was calm, and his eyes couldn't tell whether it was indifference or resistance.

Jia Ruozi took a look at him.

Since Gojo Satoru didn't want to talk, she didn't want to ask any more. She put her hands into the open pockets of her white coat, turned her back to Gojo Satoru and started working, and opened her lips as if chatting nonchalantly.

"By the way, Atobe wants to talk to you."

Gojo Satoru raised his head reflexively, but instead of standing up immediately, he stared at the house for a long time.

"Nitrogen."

"how?"

"Did you just tell me now?"

Jia Ruozi cut open the chest of the corpse on the stage with a scalpel expressionlessly.

"I don't know why, maybe I met that child somewhere before, I like her a lot."

The expression on Gojo Satoru's face was blank for a moment, and his eyes were shaken, and his blue eyes, which were slightly widened in disbelief, reflected the calm expression of Jiarui Niuzi.

"I'm not interested in your private life, nor do I object to your inexplicable affection for that child."

"But if you do anything strange to that kid in my place again."

The metal scalpel pierced the beating heart of the naked corpse without hesitation.

"I will do justice for the heavens."

Yarui Glass threatened Gojo Satoru with his expression unchanged.

The reason why Gojo Satoru didn't want to tell Iirui Glass about Erika was because similar conversations had already been carried out countless times in other worlds.

Anyway, Nitzi no longer remembers Erika, no matter how many times she mentions it, it's always the same.

However, the world seems to have changed.

While Gojo Satoru hoped that Glass would remember Erika sooner, at the same time he felt that if Glass really remembered everything, he probably wouldn't be on the same side as him.

According to Nitro's personality, he would probably just give him a cold glance, and happily study with Erika how to poison him.

Hey, is he really that annoying?

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Oops, hit the jackpot.

So that's the case, he said why did that little man provoke him on purpose? Did he use him to increase Erika's favorability?

Gojo Satoru kicked the ball of paper on the corner with his toes angrily, messing up his hair.

He looked at the wooden door that was close at hand, and pondered what to say when he met Erika in order to restore his goodwill in the other party's heart.

Ah, or to say that he didn't mean to fight, nor did he intentionally hurt her by accident, but he just saw Erika with that little guy and thought they were going to play somewhere, so he just wanted to participate together.

Anyway, it was the opponent who moved first.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru unscrewed the doorknob enthusiastically, his soft hair brushed against the door frame, his head poking in before his body.

The glare of the sun, the open window, and the half of the girl sticking out of the window frame.

Breathing and heartbeat stopped for a moment, and the smiling expression on Gojo Satoru's face disappeared. He was about to step forward and tear him off the window sill, but Erika spotted him first.

"Good afternoon, teacher." She frowned and smiled, raised her finger and pointed out the window, "Senior Maki invited me to have dinner together tonight."

Gojo Satoru paused, he stepped forward a few steps, stood behind Erika, lowered his head——

The trio who were still smiling kindly just now showed disgusted expressions.

What, to scare him, is it just this kind of thing?

"Anyway, I'm also a teacher, so why don't you take me with you in group activities." Gojo Satoru said with a hippie smile to Zenyuan Maki who was gnashing his teeth, and he carried Erika back without any effort, and snapped his fingers. "I heard that there is an red bean roast restaurant next to Kanagawa Station. I have always wanted to try it, so I decided to do it, kind Maki-san."

The air froze for a second, and the moment Gojo Satoru closed the window, accompanied by the panda's "forget it" and the dog roll's "salmon salmon", Zenyuan Maki's roar startled a bunch of birds.

"Who wants to invite you to Kanagawa for dinner——!!!"

So Gojo Satoru felt a little happier again.

He raised the corners of his lips, turned his back to the sunlight outside the window, and took advantage of his height to cover Erika in front of him with his figure.

"So, what do you want to say to me, Erika?"

Perhaps it was because of the guilt of almost accidentally hurting the other party during the fight with Nakahara Nakaya, Gojo Satoru deliberately slowed down his tone, his usual rising ending became light and ethereal at this time, and he looked down at the girl in front of him.

"If it is said that I want to elope with Mr. Zhongyuan, I will be sad, teacher."

Why in the eyes of Gojo Wujo, she can either run with this or that?

Erika thought for a moment.

Then she remembered one, two, three, four, five, six, seven copies.

Oh, it seems that every time she plays a dungeon, [Erika Atobe] in it will somehow leave with Gojo Satoru without saying goodbye.

It turns out that this is the story of the wolf.

"I heard the conversation between you and Miss Jiaru."

Erika said the word eavesdropping too frankly, which distracted Gojo Satoru a little.

He blinked, recalling in distress what he and Glass had just said.

It seems like you didn't say anything serious, right?

"Also, Miss Jiajin also told me that I stopped breathing and fell into a coma for three days."

At that time, Erika, who was trapped by darkness and dreams, knew that she might die, but she didn't know that she really died once.

She thought it was the sudden awakening of the flame of death that led her to find the way back.

It was obviously only a matter of ten minutes, but it turned out that three days had passed.

"Although Gojo Satoru has a bit of a bad personality, he's not a bad guy."

When Jiarui Nitrozi was examining her body, he said slowly and calmly.

"I don't know why, but he seems to care about you very much."

"Challenge the higher-ups, stay in this place for three days and still can't be driven away, obviously not a high school student, but still acting like a high school student."

"When you first enrolled in Atobe, he couldn't sleep well, so he simply stayed outside the barrier of the high school and took away the job of the security guard."

"Don't look at him like that, he actually has no friends."

Gojo Satoru is very kind to everyone, even the people he meets for the first time seem familiar.

But in fact, there is a wall between him and everyone.

"It's probably the first time he likes someone, and no one taught him how to chase girls."

Jia Ruozi raised his eyes and looked at her with a smile, his tone full of nostalgia.

"It would be nice if that person was still there, at least he could still listen to what he said."

Erika knows who the family is referring to.

Gojo Wu's dead friend, Xia Youjie.

This is the first time Erika heard a positive description of Gojo Satoru from others.

【"This is not a game, Erika."】

When Zhong Yuanzhong also said this to her, he seemed to be trying his best to suppress some feelings.

Erika couldn't tell what it was like.

From the beginning of this world to the present, she has always regarded this world as a game. The goal is to change some unsatisfactory endings that she has never been able to touch. She has worried about life and life, and has worked hard to survive. It took weeks to string together the telltale signs of the system in my head.

However, something has been ignored by her.

When separated by a screen, Erika liked many characters, some because of their cute personality, some because they made her feel passionate, and because she liked them, she chose the strategy route without hesitation.

But after she really came to this world, it seemed that all her likings turned into hurts to the other party.

Is she wrong?

Erika struggled with this issue for a long time.

For a moment, she even thought about whether it would be better to admit defeat at that time.

But soon, this idea was rejected by Erika.

If you do that, it's just escaping, you get nothing, and you haven't left a lot of happy memories. If you can only say "I and everyone have become good friends who go to school together" when you see Yuanzi, that's too bad. willing.

This is no longer a game.

"Until I become a magician as strong as everyone else, I won't run away."

Erika calmly answered Gojo Satoru's question just now, her eyelashes trembling slightly, slowly raised in the fine sunlight.

"Because the curse in my mind told me that the teacher's favorability for me was only in the thirties. I always thought that the teacher was just joking. No matter how you think about it, the fact that he likes me is fake."

The smile on Gojo Satoru's lips froze suddenly, his indifferent eyes fell on the curse behind Erika, and his whole body suddenly revealed an unapproachable indifference.

But this momentum only lasted for a moment, he soon laughed again, bent down, and his eyes were level with Erika.

"Is there anything else?" He asked expectantly, "Is there anything Erika wants to tell me?"

Erika paused.

"Actually, I don't quite understand what true liking looks like."

As far as Erika personally is concerned, she has never really been in love.

Should the person you like be irreplaceable?

Erika recalled Sonoko's eyes when she looked at Kidd and Kyogoku, there seemed to be some subtle difference, but there seemed to be no difference.

When Sonoko asked her if she wanted to help her find a boyfriend, Erika replied without thinking - she likes cute, energetic boys who make people want to hug them.

In theory, Gojo Satoru doesn't seem to be her type.

Love how the feeling sometimes strays from theory in a strange way.

So Erika herself was also confused.

"But one thing is very clear to me—"

Erika looked at Gojo Satoru's expression and suddenly became angry.

"That's not how you should treat someone you like. I'm going to be so boring without mobile phones and game consoles."

The girl's clear blue eyes were filled with split golden light.

Erika is cute even when she complains.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help rubbing the top of her head.

It's coming soon, according to the plot of the cheesy TV series he glanced at when he was harassing Qihai, shouldn't Erika say she likes him next?

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows expectantly.

however……

"If anything else, teacher-student romance is not allowed, teacher."

Gojo Satoru's hand on the opponent's head suddenly stopped.

He was silent for a while.

"Erika."

"Yes?"

"I don't have a teacher qualification certificate."

Gojo Satoru raised a finger, and suddenly became very serious about this matter.

"So strictly speaking, I'm just an idle bum."

……

this person……

Erika couldn't help but look away.

...Why can you say things that violated the rules with confidence!