What bad thoughts can the three fathers have?

The automatic faucet lost its sensing object, and the water cut off abruptly and quickly.

Gojo Satoru washed his face and put his hands on the sink, water dripped down his chin and bangs, God knows how disgusted he was by the meeting just now.

"The expression is so scary, did you think it would scare the students away?"

The voice behind him was low and hoarse, Gojo Satoru raised his head to look in the mirror, and Noctua Masamichi looked at him with disapproval.

Gojo Satoru saw through the mirror that his eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent, and couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Kill them all sooner or later."

"Pay attention to your wording." Night Moth Zhengdao whispered, "Walls have ears."

Gojo Satoru stood up straight, took off his sunglasses and shook off the water stains on his bangs, and said with a sneer, "Which ear? I'll cut them all off."

Night Moth Zhengdao called out warningly: "Enlightenment."

"Understood, it's okay to talk about it." Gojo Satoru put on the blindfold, put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the bathroom, "Let's go, don't chat in the bathroom, it's not a dk who loves each other."

Night Moth looked at the back of the other party, and sighed with a headache.

Fu Heihui was wearing an archery suit, kneeling on the ground and taking a nap with his eyes closed, his back was straight, and he looked like he was from a big family.Knotaba Yuhito took out his phone to take a photo but forgot to turn off the flash, and embarrassedly put away the phone amidst the titters of the girls around him.

Fu Heihui opened his eyes, and said helplessly: "You are too arrogant."

Knotabagi Youruhito said with a sneer: "It doesn't matter if the club is, it's not about playing with the phone in class."

Fu Heihui stood up holding the bow, and said, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

The knotweed Youruhito didn't move, but raised his voice and said, "I've only seen it twice, and both were when I was a child, and Mr. Wutiao forcibly put it on for you."

Fu Heihui checked the bowstring and said, "Is taking pictures contagious? I find it incredible that there is no photographer around Mr. Wutiao."

"If there is no such profession as a conjurer, there may be one or two of them." Said Katsuhiro Yuhito.

"...It's true."

The bow and arrow club of their school pays attention to "ritual shooting". The consultant is an old man who teaches Chinese, and the coach is also from a scholarly family. For beginners, it takes nearly two months to practice stretching rubber bands, which is very boring.

Puberty is in the midst of junior high school, students tend to be impetuous, and there are not many people obediently participating in club activities. The bow and arrow club also emphasizes the word "Tao", which is to meditate and cultivate the mind.Most of the students couldn't last nearly a whole semester of cultural edification, and they stopped coming after they made a name for themselves.

Speaking of which, Wutiao Wutiao was actually more strict when he was teaching Fu Heihui. He said that he added a hobby, just for fun, and he was not the same when he was teaching.His archery movements are elegant, and he also emphasizes "heart" and "Tao", which simply refreshed Fu Heihui's three views, and made him feel emotional for a while-no matter how skinny Gojo Satoru is, he was indeed born in Yusanjia people.

Wujo Wu's teaching method is: starting from the teaching of "Li She" and extending to the application on the battlefield.

"If you don't calm down, you won't even be able to hit the fourth-level curse spirit." Gojo Satoru said this, and winked at him in a low voice, "If you learn it, you can still disgust the Kamo family, great!"

Anyway, it made Fu Heihui dumbfounded.

Since Fuguro Hui and Tiboni Yuhito had a small quarrel about the death penalty some time ago, Gojo Satoru is not very good at hiding this matter.

The upper class is ignorant but not stupid. Gojo Satoru and Fuheshier can come up with the idea of ​​"delaying the death penalty by hiding their fingers", and they can also do the thing of "secretly collecting fingers and speeding up the death penalty".Today, it is said that Gojo Satoru is called to report regularly, but in fact, he intends to force Knotaba Yuhito to eat the four fingers they have accumulated. No one is willing to dawdle around with dangerous special-grade spells. How many conjurers were sacrificed.

This made Gojo Satoru keep his face sullen all day long, unable to hide his murderous aura, and Fu Heihui also rarely came to join the club, which was called meditation.

On the contrary, the person involved, Katsuobu Yuhito, was as usual, talking and laughing with Fukui Hui, but he was careful not to send the club photos he took just now to Gojo Satoru--photos can be sent at any time, but he doesn't know when the meeting will start It's time to end again, so don't bother the other party.

Knotaba Yuhito turned off the phone's flash and set the volume to mute before pressing the video button to aim at the bamboo horse.

At this time, Fu Heihui's thoughts were wandering, and according to the memory of his body, he stepped on his feet, stabilized his center of gravity, wound an arrow, and raised the bow and arrow above his head.

Even if he was wearing protective gear, he would still be easily injured if he was absent-minded. Hirohito Knotaba called out to the other party.

Only then did Fu Heihui come back to his senses, took a deep breath to put away his thoughts, and steadily drew the bowstring.An arrow was released with a melodious sound, and the off-string arrow hit the bull's-eye. Fu Heihui lowered his hands and retracted the bow, and stood up straight with both feet together. He turned his head amidst the applause of the members, and only had Youren the knotweed in his eyes.

Yuzu Yujin was looking at the phone screen, but when the other party looked over, he was startled, the phone moved down, and he met the other party's eyes.

He didn't care, he didn't care.

But was shocked by the involuntary sadness in the other party's eyes, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

Only the lingering sound of the late spring breeze remains in my ears.

After school, I ran into Jianren Qihai again, who rarely worked overtime.

Jianren Qihai walked into the bakery with the two teenagers, took the bread he usually eats and stood in front of the cashier, waiting for the teenagers to finish their selection and pay together.

The baker smiled sweetly but was tired: "Is it my brother?"

Jianren Qihai shifted his gaze to the low-level curse spirit on the woman's shoulder, and replied, "It doesn't count."

The baker chuckled and said, "What kind of answer is that?"

Knotweed Youruhito frowned, and asked in a low voice: "Fu Hei, is that a curse?"

Fu Heihui took a donut and said, "Obviously."

Knotabazu Yuhito blinked, glanced at Qihai Jianren, and said, "Let me go."

But Fu Heihui took the other party's hand and shook his head lightly: "Wait a minute."

Yuzu Yujin looked down at the opponent's hand, which was a degree whiter than his own, with slender fingers and obvious joints, it was a very beautiful young man's hand.

Fu Heihui had just chatted with Yi Gu Youtai about pure love the night before, as if he had been scalded, he put away his hands with red ears, stumbled and said, "Anyway, just look at the bread again, give me some time."

This reaction made Yuzu Yujin embarrassed: "Oh, good!"

Silently, one felt the back of his hand was hot, and the other felt his palm was numb.

Jianren Qihai felt helpless for the young man's carefulness, and couldn't help feeling the sour smell of love.

The baker rubbed his shoulders, his face turned yellow, and he made a clicking sound when he moved his neck. Qihai Jianren felt fascinated and sympathetic. In today's society, there are few cervical spine problems.

But after all, the baker's discomfort was exacerbated by the curse spirit, and one size fits the other.Jianren Qihai lowered his eyes, remembering the conversation he had with Fu Heihui not long ago.

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【"Then can you do it?" Fu Heihui asked a little aggressively, "Just because it won't endanger human life, do you turn a blind eye to the curse?"

Jianren Qihai blinked his eyes hard with a headache, and sighed with mixed feelings in his heart: "...I'm not a child anymore."

"If you can't do it—" Fu Heihui hadn't finished speaking before her wrist was gently pinched by Knotabazu Yujin.He looked sideways, and Knotaba Yuhito just looked at him quietly.

Fu Heihui understood, and said to the young man, "The bread is delicious, thank you."]

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Jianren Qihai had to admit that that conversation really hurt him.

The low-level curse was already in the shop that day, before the curse was attached to the baker, and he judged that the curse would only cause a low-grade fever and increased fatigue at best.

There were a lot of guests that day, and he didn't want to attract attention, so he chose to arrange it.

What's more, removing the curse is the same as quitting smoking. Once one is removed, it will continue to be removed, which is no different from stepping back into the spell circle with one foot.

He is not a child anymore, he has his own workplace and his own life.

Qihai Jianren sighed: "...my job is to keep the funds of the rich, make money with money, and make them richer."

The baker paused as he loaded the bread, and asked, "What?"

"To be honest, without me, no one will be bothered; but if the bakery is gone, people who want to eat bread will have a headache. But for some reason, my work, which is out of the human 'life cycle', is paid instead will be higher."

"...Self-satisfied?"

"No."

Saying too much.Jianren Qihai blinked heavily, and the two teenagers just came back with some bread.

The baker thought that the man was under too much pressure in the workplace and needed a space to vent. He packed the bread with a smile and said, "Money and bread are indispensable. The total is [-] yen."

Jianren Qihai handed over the money, glanced at the donut, and said, "I didn't say I would buy it for Mr. Wutiao."

Fu Heihui turned his face away, Katsuobu Youruhito chuckled.

The baker took a pack of cookies and put them in the bag, saying: "This is a gift, please do your best! If you are tired, you are always welcome to eat our desserts. Bread and cookies can make people feel better Magic."

Jianren Qihai sighed softly: "I don't like to owe people favors."

The baker scolded embarrassingly, "You man!"

"Please take a step forward."

The baker tilted his head, but took a step forward obediently. Jianren Qihai waved the knife in his hand, and the curse dissipated.

The baker was puzzled, covered his mouth and smiled and said, "Is this the latest fashion?" After speaking, she suddenly found that her shoulders became much lighter, and she moved her shoulder joints inconceivably. At this time, the man had already taken the bread belt Followed the two teenagers out of the shop.

The baker ran out of the shop, waving his hands and shouting: "Thank you!!! Welcome next time-!"

"Strange, didn't you hear it??" Seeing that the man didn't respond, the baker shouted again in confusion, "Thank you!! Welcome again--"

no more chance.Qihai Jianren thought.

Yuzu Yuren covered his mouth with a teasing look on his face: "Nanaming, don't you want to give me a response?"

Jianren Qihai took out his mobile phone, opened the address book and found Gojo Satoru: "Don't learn this expression from Mr. Gojo, and I will beat you up next time."

Knotabagi Youruhito shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Here we go again~"

Jianren Qihai clenched his fists: "Please be conscious and stretch your head over."

Knotabazu Yujin folded his hands together: "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Fu Heihui looked up at the man and asked, "Are you coming back? The spell circle."

Jianren Qihai dialed the phone, but did not answer the boy's knowingly asked questions.

Gojo Satoru answered the phone with a brilliant voice: "Yahho—what's the matter, Qihai, decided to come back? Still miss me?"

Jianren Qihai raised his eyebrows, and said expressionlessly, "The bread costs [-] yen, please add the handling fee to my bank card."

Gojo Satoru: Huh? ? ? ?