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

At the age of 19, through a small experiment, Immortal Chihiro Hara finally discovered that the halo teleportation was not his problem.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the wall with one hand with a very bad expression, his stomach was overwhelmed, the lethality of dizziness and teleportation was even more uncomfortable than he imagined, and this bad situation could not be recovered with the reversal technique.

Immortal Chihiro Hara knew how uncomfortable teleportation was. Seeing Wujo Satoru like this, as the culprit, she couldn't bear to follow his back: "It's okay, it will be fine soon."

"Your ability is amazing..." The strongest conjurer in the past drooped his head sickly, like a cat in a state of depression, he let go of the hand holding the wall, "You often teleport ?"

Immortal Chihiro Hara nodded: "I'll get used to it more often."

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and asked, "Do you want to consider teaching in the High School of Conjuration? There will be a special car for the assistant supervisor to pick you up." The number of times I will meet him will also increase~

"The cost of hiring me for a long time is very high - after all, I may lose the high commission of time conflict because of this job. The people above are not happy, otherwise they would have hired me long ago."

"I can hire you~"

Immortal Chihiro Hara choked: "Do you know what the price is?"

"I've heard about it." Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, the money was nothing to him, "Is it okay? After all, I can see the lovely Miss Undead Hara all the time."

...appeared, fanatical action faction.

The most frightening thing was that she actually had a slight heartbeat.

After all, there is no distinction between high and low in entrustment!

"How?" Gojo Satoru continued to seduce, "As long as you agree, you can join the job tomorrow."

But she calmed down quickly.

Gojo Satoru's invitation to her so enthusiastically was probably influenced by her ability, and when she tore the torn paper clean, he would definitely fire her as soon as he woke up.

"...Thank you Mr. Gojo for your kindness, but I can't accept your invitation." She thought about her words, "During this time, the schedule is very difficult, many commissions have already been accepted, and I still have some private matters to deal with later. , unable to teach for a long time.”

"Okay." Gojo Satoru's voice was as gentle as the wind in the night, "I'll wait for you to finish your work."

"Let's talk about the rest later~" Immortal Hara Chihiro raised a sweet smile, "Let's end here today, thank you for sending me back and helping me confirm my conjecture."

Before everything is over, she feels that no one is qualified to guarantee the future, whether it is her or others.

……

Through the window of the room, she looked at the sky outside, which was blue and beautiful.

She lowered her head, and saw the familiar desk that made her want to vomit. There was a stack of white paper and a pen on the desk.

The door was opened, and the person in the room took a stack of freshly printed paper from the person outside the room, and placed it on top of the book. It was the familiar smell of ink that made her want to vomit.

"Miss, you have to finish writing these today." It was an order so familiar that she wanted to vomit.

There were all kinds of photos printed on that stack of paper, with comprehensive annotations attached, and she just had to read the framed content word by word and write it down on the white paper.

She picked up a pen and kept writing, writing endlessly.

At some point, darkness started to grow from the corner of the room, spreading to the middle bit by bit, like a black beast attacking the black-haired girl who kept writing, completely devouring her without realizing it.

——! ! !

Undead Hara Chihiro suddenly opened his eyes wide.

She stayed for a few seconds, sat up slowly from the bed, and glanced at the time on her phone. It was five o'clock in the morning.

Maybe it's because the surname Lihualuo has been haunting her ears recently, or maybe it's because she frequently fantasizes about the real world after the "curse" disappears, and she dreams about things that happened a long time ago.

She woke up from the dream without feeling sleepy, she sat on the bed for a while, the bad dream did not bring fear, only endless irritability, like a flame leaping wantonly in the body, burning her soul, Can not be extinguished for a long time.

She simply got up and washed her face, the cold water made her fully awake.She supported the washstand with both hands, water dripped slowly down her chin, she raised her head, and the self in the mirror was staring at herself coldly, with a rare gloomy expression on her face.

She reached out and patted her face expressionlessly, forcing herself to pull out a sweet smile.

It's a success, not ugly.

After turning on the lights in all the rooms, she went straight to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, hesitated between strawberry juice and blueberry yogurt, and finally chose the former.

She sat on the sofa in the living room with a can of strawberry juice, and felt that it was too quiet, so she grabbed the remote control panel and turned on the TV. The voices of the actors in the play calmed her restless heart a little.

It may be because she has been trapped in that environment for six full years, so she doesn't like quietness at all, she likes lively places with vitality.

She opened the soda can, and saw the blood-red juice inside the can through the small hole. She put the mouth of the can to her mouth, and the drink just taken out of the refrigerator slowly flowed into her mouth with a hint of coolness.

It smells like throwing up, let alone drinking it.

This is inevitable, because she once wrote that the food she hates is strawberries.

However, she ignored the spontaneous disgust and gulped down the can in one gulp.

……

If Zhongyuan Zhong also knew that the so-called busyness of Immortal Chihiro Hara was flying kites with rich kids by the river, he might be so angry that he wanted to fly her into the sky like a kite.

"Sister Qianyu!" The little boy about ten years old excitedly ran along the river. He pointed to the eagle kite in the sky and shouted, "It's flying!"

"Yeah, Toshio is amazing!" Undead Chihiro Hara applauded with dignity, "Can you fly a little higher?"

"Of course!" The little boy had a confident expression of "put it on me".

While he was setting the line, Immortal Hara Chihiro wrote down the text to control the kite in his notebook—yes, she is the one who really made the kite fly, otherwise what kind of kite is flying in this windless weather?

The child of this rich family is named Toshio Maeda, and Chihiro Hara was entrusted by his parents to save him from dying in a car accident. Who knew that he liked his savior very much, so the parents who loved their son so much paid a lot of money to hire him She acts as Junxiong's tutor and playmate.

Undead Chihiro Hara, who was open to money, readily accepted the commission.

Playing with children is not a date.

After a long time, Toshio Maeda finally got tired of playing, Chihiro Hara moved his pen to help him take back the kite, and a perfectly disguised kite-flying game ended smoothly.

"Sister Qianyu, Dad said that you will come to my house to help with homework next Saturday, is it true! He didn't lie to me, did he?" Toshio Maeda asked expectantly.

"Well, it's true~"

Even the deposit has been paid, of course it is true.

"Great!" Toshio Maeda cheered, he grabbed the black-haired girl by the corner of his clothes, his eyes sparkled, "I've already read the list of books you gave me before!"

"Toshio worked very hard, and he finished it so quickly. He is indeed a good boy I like." Undead Chihiro rubbed his head, "Do you have any thoughts?"

"I won't tell you now! I wrote a review, and I'll show you when you come next week!" Toshio Maeda thought he had grasped the "handle" of threatening Undead Chihiro Hara to come to his house, and he refused to say it now, but he controlled it again. I couldn't help my desire to share, and finally "revealed" something in a low voice, "At first I didn't want to watch it at all, it was so densely packed that it made my head dizzy, but when I thought it was a task assigned by sister Qianyu, I still watched it .”

"and then?"

"It's indeed the book recommended to me by Chihiro's sister. It's so good!" Toshio Maeda asked excitedly, "Will I receive the admission letter from the Hogwarts owl on my 11th birthday?"

"Maybe." Undead Chihiro patted his head amusedly, "Maybe you are a little wizard."

She did not puncture Toshio Maeda's beautiful fantasy.

After all, she also imagined that on her 11th birthday, the owl would fly into her room with the Hogwarts admission letter, just like Harry Potter escaping from the home where she had been imprisoned for so many years.

Unfortunately, the owl did not come.

Immortal Chihiro Hara sent Maeda Toshio to Maeda's car, the boy poked his head out of the car window and waved goodbye to her, and she waved to him with a smile.

The private car drove away and disappeared from her sight.

The warm orange light poured down, gently covering the pedestrians in this city.Immortal Chihiro Hara raised his head, and the sky of Yokohama was dyed with brilliant colors. The dazzling orange-red spread around, and the surrounding area turned into a gorgeous rose-red, and the white clouds were pasted in the air like an ink painting scroll.

Today, she didn't wear exaggerated sunglasses, so she could have a panoramic view of the scenery.

She was walking leisurely along the riverside in the setting sun, which should have been a beautiful picture, until a dark-haired man whose life and death was uncertain in the river slowly drifted past her eyes.

Immortal Chihiro Hara: "..."

A little familiar, or can be said to be very familiar.

Seeing that the black-haired man was about to drift away, she sighed, took out the notebook from the bear bag, took off the plush rabbit ballpoint pen resting on her ear, and wrote a line casually:

Please wash that suicidal maniac in the river ashore (≧ω≦) I am very grateful~

The pink ballpoint pen drew a wavy line, she turned the pen easily, stepped on the little brown leather shoes and walked to the side of the black-haired man who was washed ashore, she knelt down and poked his face with the furry rabbit , a honey-like voice called out sweetly: "Mr. Dazai~"

Osamu Dazai, who was choking on the river, coughed for a while, and shook his wet hair like a drowning cat. He turned his head, took a closer look, and immediately greeted the girl refreshed: "Long time no see, cute immortal Miss Yuan~ In order to celebrate this long-lost reunion, do you want to die in love with me?"

Immortal Chihiro Hara was too lazy to talk to him. After making sure that this guy was okay, she took out the mobile phone with the plush cat pendant on it, and shook it at Osamu Dazai: "Do you need me to contact Mr. Kunikida for you?"

"No, I managed to get rid of him." Dazai Osamu got up from the ground, he approached the undead Chihiro Hara, his kite-colored eyes were full of smiles, "Shall we go on a date?"

Immortal Hara Chihiro looked at the drowned chicken who was still dripping, she took a step back calmly, so as not to get her clothes wet by him: "I'm not free."

"Liar." Osamu Dazai poked at her with a smile, "You just completed the commission."

"Well, I just lied to you." Chihiro Fushihara turned the screen of his phone to Osamu Dazai, "Actually, I have already called Mr. Kunikida."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Kunikida on the other end of the phone: "... Dazai Osamu-!!! Where did you go again!!!??"