In the Shura field, I just want to work and earn money

The moment Gojo Gojo was dragged out of bed in the morning, Immortal Chihiro Hara felt that he was a naive fool for asking "Do I have to stay at Gojo-kun's house? Can't I leave?"

She would rather stay at home than get up early to go to work with him!

"Hey, do you have to get up... Gojo-kun, I promise to wait for you to come back at home..." She hugged the quilt pitifully, although she was not fully awake, her body's instincts allowed her to stick to the last line of defense, "I Want sleep……"

"No." Gojo Satoru ruthlessly rejected the girl's request. He grabbed the other end of the quilt and suggested to her, "You can go to school to sleep."

Immortal Chihiro Hara wailed: "I just want to sleep on the bed!"

"Then I buy a bed and put it in the classroom?"

"No! What a shame!"

"Then get up obediently."

Gojo Satoru was immersed in the devilish joy of waking people up. In fact, he was not in a hurry to go to school. After all, he was a well-known professional latecomer, but Chihiro Fushihara's reaction was too funny.He gently pulled the quilt, and she hugged the quilt tightly in her hands with a wow, like a little rabbit whose territory has been violated but unable to resist.

"Kid Qianyu, be obedient~" He smiled and pulled the quilt a little harder.

The black-haired girl who was drowsy in sleep subconsciously said, "You have the nerve to call me a kid... Woohoo!"

Although Gojo Satoru didn't use much force, Undead Hara Chihiro was too light, and was thrown off the bed with the quilt by this tug, and rushed directly to the floor!

It was impossible to hit the floor with her face, the body's instinct would never allow such a stupid thing to happen, but obviously, she had forgotten that it was impossible for Gojo Satoru to just watch her fall.

So, things developed like this -

Immortal Hara Chihiro threw himself directly into Gojo Satoru's arms, and the quilt that rolled around in the air just landed on their heads, covering them like a dust-proof cloth.

"..." The quilt he was holding turned into a man, and Chihiro Hara's brain froze on the spot.

Gojo Satoru wasn't much better either. He originally wanted to reach out to catch the black-haired girl, but because of her pounced posture, he reflexively hugged her waist. Their bodies were tightly attached to each other, and she was wearing It was still a thin pajamas, the softness of the chest rubbed against his chest, and he rarely fell silent.

"..." Silence is Cambridge tonight.

Finally, Gojo Satoru lifted the quilt covering them.

After seeing the sun again, Undead Hara Chihiro's brain slowly restarted, she quickly let go of Gojo Satoru's hand, pushed his chest awkwardly, and motioned him to move his hand away quickly.

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand with all his strength. He stared at the girl who had kept her head down after standing still, and scratched her cheek uncomfortably. This should... not be his fault, right?

"are you awake?"

"……woke up."

More than just waking up, she wanted to lose her memory again in the same place.

……

Before that, Gojo Satoru never thought that the immortal Chihiro Hara would be a bedridden person.

In Yidizhi’s description, in addition to entrusting conflicts, she was always on call before amnesia. Whether it was the normal sleep time at 24:[-] in the morning or the nap time at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, she could come here as soon as possible. It was as if she was awake [-] hours a day.

But the black-haired girl in the state of amnesia hugged the quilt crying and coquettishly saying that she didn't want to get up, her soft nasal voice was like the most delicious pastry, and there was a sweetness that was not greasy from the inside out.

Gojo Satoru couldn't say what it felt like, but he was in a good mood anyway.

So much so that the students of the High School of Conjuration cried out in their hearts that something was wrong when they saw Teacher Wutiao with the little flowers floating around.

"A new guest came today!" Gojo Satoru excitedly pushed the black-haired girl in a cute uniform to the podium. She looked neither like a teacher nor a student, "Let me introduce myself!"

"Ah!" Hirohito Knotabagi in the audience immediately recognized the girl who had met once, "It's Miss Undead Hara!"

Immortal Chihiro Hara glanced at the boy who made the sound. He had short pink spiked hair, the bottom of the hair was black, and he exuded a strange aura. Gojo Satoru mentioned it to her, so this must be the boy. A finger-swallowing hero, right?

"Hello, my name is Undead Hara Chihiro."

"Transfer student?" It was a girl with short orange hair who spoke. The name Undead Hara Chihiro sounded familiar. She frowned and recalled it for a while. When her eyes moved to the face of the smiling unscrupulous teacher, she suddenly remembered this. Where did the familiarity come from, "Are you Miss Undead Hara that Mr. Wujo often mentioned!?"

"Probably? There shouldn't be a second Immortal, right?" Immortal Chihiro tilted his head, and a strand of hair dyed pink slid down his shoulder like running water.

"Yeah, that's her." Wujo Wu nodded like a chick pecking rice, without any embarrassment of being poked by the students, "Is it the same as I said? Super cute——"

"Ah, she is very cute." The girl with short orange hair had disgust written all over her face, "But you are disgusting."

Immortal Chihiro Hara smiled shamelessly. Her first impression of this straight-talking short-haired girl was very good: "Because I encountered some troubles, I am now amnesiac. For my safety, I need to be with Gojo-kun. Action, so you will see me often during this time, please give me more advice."

She dropped a blockbuster in a relaxed tone, in exchange for the shocked stares of the first graders.

"That..." The prickly-haired boy who greeted her first spoke out, scratching his head, "So Miss Immortal Yuan doesn't remember me now?"

"I don't remember." She nodded frankly, "Are we on good terms?"

Although she asked like this, she already had the answer in her heart, and she guessed that they were not familiar with it at all.

"Well... it's a relationship once...but it's okay, let's get to know each other again!" Knotweed Yuren was not hit, and a bright and bright smile bloomed on his face, "My name is Knotweed Yuren, I can call you Immortal?"

"Of course, Mr. Knotweed."

Afterwards, she and the other two first-year students briefly introduced themselves. The girl with short orange hair is called Nagasaki Yeqiangwei, and the other relatively silent boy with black hair and a hedgehog head is Fuguro Hui.

There are only three first-year students in the conjuration college, which shows how rare conjurers are.

……

After class, Immortal Chihiro Hara put away his phone and followed Gojo Satoru very consciously.

Taking advantage of his long legs, Gojo Satoru walked quickly, put his hands in his pockets, and said casually, "I thought you wouldn't reveal that you lost your memory."

"There's no need to hide it. They will definitely get curious after a long time. Anyway, it's not a serious matter." In order to keep up with Gojo Satoru, Immortal Hara Chihiro had to trot, and the rabbit ears on the coat and hat swayed up and down, getting in the way Make her want to cut it with scissors.

The girl's voice came from the side and rear, and Gojo Satoru realized that he seemed to be walking too fast, he stopped suddenly, Chihiro Hara slammed on the brakes, and almost ran into him.

"The reaction is quick." Gojo Satoru sighed regretfully, he thought she would hit him directly, isn't that what TV shows do?

"Of course I can react to this level." Bushihara Chihiro thought that Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped because he noticed something abnormal. She looked around without a trace, but found nothing, "What's wrong?"

"You're walking too slowly, wait for you."

"...Thank you for your thoughtfulness." She looked like a fool who was overly vigilant!

Gojo Goto opened his long legs: "You can also take other classes with them. Although I'm not here, it's not a big problem. This is the High School of Conjuration, and they won't be so blatant."

Immortal Chihiro Hara followed the white-haired man again, this time he slowed down a lot, and she refused his proposal without thinking: "I don't want to go to class."

Gojo Goku bent his lips and said briskly, "So Miss Immortal Yuan wants to stay with me so much?"

She doesn't seem to mean that!

Undead Chihiro Hara knew that arguing with Gojo Satoru on this topic would only be endless, and it would even get darker and darker, so she simply changed a topic that she cared more about: "Are you looking for that curse master?"

Although the impact of losing her memory is not that big, it may be because the subconscious mind thinks that the past memory is not that important, but she is still very upset about the culprit who caused her amnesia.

"Ah, speaking of this—" Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something, "I forgot to tell you before, this time it is another curse master who caused your amnesia."

"Another one?" She frowned. She seemed to have a lot of enemies?

Gojo Satoru explained unhurriedly: "It was a curse master who claimed to be Li Hualuo who was eyeing you, this time the curse was not done by him, it should be his accomplice, because his crippled body was left at the scene. dirty."

Immortal Hara Chihiro pinched her chin and fell into deep thought. The surname Li Hualuo gave her a strong sense of familiarity, even surpassing her current name. This made the girl who had always been skeptical about the name "Immortal Hara Chihiro" There is one more clue.

Could it be that Li Hualuo was her real surname?

"We're trying to find it here, but it's not that fast. I hope you can wait patiently." Gojo Satoru said with a very official smile, "By the way, Chihiro, let's go buy desserts after get off work!"

"Okay." After nodding in agreement, the girl froze for a moment, "Qianyu?"

"Since Knotweed can call you Fushihara, I can also call you Qianyu, right?" Gojo Satoru said in a natural tone as if what he said was a very normal thing.

"Whatever you want." Immortal Chihiro Hara didn't bother to correct his logic.

Although there is no basis yet, she firmly believes that this is not her real name now, since it is not her real name, then he can call it whatever he wants.

She looked up at the white-haired man beside her. Even if half of her face was covered, she could still see his exquisite outline and facial features, and the confident smile on her lips added to his points.

If there were no accidents or misunderstandings, judging from Gojo Satoru's reaction and differential treatment, he should like me, but he doesn't seem to know himself at all, more like a stranger who has only met two or three times.

Why?Could it be love at first sight?

She couldn't figure it out, maybe it was because of amnesia, she didn't think it was real.

The self before amnesia left her a series of puzzles waiting to be solved, the most important of which was her real name, but Wujo Satoru didn't look like someone who knew the answer, and the Liudaomu she had come into contact with before, she I think he must know, but looking at his mysterious appearance, it is almost certain that he will not tell the truth.

Instead of letting her know a little about it now, it's better to let her recover her memory as soon as possible——probably like this, she guessed easily.

But her curiosity is not fake.

Besides Liu Dao Mu, does anyone else know about her past?