When can the vests have a tea party?

Sanchuan House.

"Ye, why don't you talk more with your sister?" Patriarch Sanchuan looked at his son displeased.

"It wasn't necessary." San Chuanye frowned, showing a look of resistance, "I never communicated with her before, why didn't you blame me then?"

"It used to be before, but now the one from Wutiao's family has taken a fancy to her. Maybe our family can rely on this to raise all boats." Patriarch Sanchuan said to him disapprovingly.

"Gojo Satoru might get tired of her in two days, father, I don't understand why you put such an important matter of family development on this..."

"What do you know?" Patriarch Sanchuan interrupted him by raising his voice.

"As soon as the child of the Wutiao family was born, the reward price offered to him has exceeded [-] million, but no one has ever succeeded."

"He is No. 1 in the world of magic that can be foreseen in the future. Even if it is a short-term friendship, it is impossible for many families to ask for it!"

Sanchuanye wanted to refute, but saw his father's dark face and gave up.

It was precisely because of his superior prejudice against non-conjurers that he didn't want to believe that Gojo Satoru would look at his younger sister differently.

"You are now a second-level conjurer, don't act rashly like before, get along with your sister well, understand?"

"...I see, Father." Finally, he bowed his head and said.

Mikawa's kitchen.

Nasu was wearing a small apron, and stood on a stool to reach the cooking table. She rolled up her sleeves, and she kept kneading rice balls with her two little hands.

It has been nearly a week since she started class, so her movements are quite proficient, and the chopping board next to her is neatly filled with mochi balls.

After kneading the rice balls, Nao moved them into the baking tray, and put them into the oven to heat up.

After setting the time, she happily jumped off the stool, ready to taste the finished product after a break.

Before returning to the room, she unexpectedly met an unexpected guest at the door—her cheap brother San Chuanye.

"Do you have anything to do with me?" Nao nodded slightly according to the actions taught by the etiquette teacher before, and the etiquette was impeccable.

It's a pity that there is still flour on the tip of the nose, which instantly ruins the dignity brought by the etiquette and posture.

"I'm going to perform a mission, do you need any souvenirs from me?" Thinking of his father's advice to him before, Sanchuanye forced a kind smile.

Brother cheap has changed sex?Why are you so attentive all of a sudden.

Nao looked up at the other party's expression, seeing the impatience that was not well concealed on the other side, and confirmed that it was the original Mikawaha.

But don't take advantage of the advantages, she opened her mouth and said: "I want to drink milk tea, I heard that it is delicious, and people often line up to buy it."

Sanchuanye was originally on business, so he came here to ask about it. He expected that this usually low-key and silent sister would not dare to make a request, but he did not expect that the other party was really rude.

"Let the servant buy it for you, I don't have time." He subconsciously found an excuse to refuse.

"But you just said that you can bring a souvenir," Nao wrinkled her nose cutely, and stared at him, "If you don't agree, I'm going to complain to my father!"

After all, she was about to bypass Sanchuanye and run to the main house, as if she was going to find the owner now.

Thinking of the promise he made to his father 5 minutes ago, Sanchuanye panicked, grabbed her, and said, "I promise, can I help you?"

Hearing this, Nao nodded in satisfaction, turned around and entered his room, closed the door with a "slap", and threw the tool man outside.

Mikawa Ye: "..."

In the cold wind, with an ugly face, he raised his leg and kicked the nearby bushes before walking away.

bush:? ? ?

Nasu went back to the kitchen, opened the oven door, took a thick towel and put it on the handle, and slowly pulled out the baking tray with both hands.

The fragrant mochi is out of the pan!

Just when she was about to put down the baking tray, she felt a gust of wind blowing in the room, and then several mochi disappeared from the baking tray.

"Woo, it's so hot! This looks delicious." A familiar voice sounded.

Nao put the baking tray on the table, and then turned to look at the person who came, only to see that the missing mochi balls were in the hands of the person.

The white-haired boy wearing sunglasses blew his breath, and quickly ate the "swag" that had just been brought in from the baking tray.

"How do you know I'm coming? The timing is just right." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to try to take some more from the baking tray, but was caught by a pair of small hands.

The girl with Jifa was staring at him with wide eyes, she pouted her lower lip slightly, and the condemnation in her eyes was about to overflow.

Gojo Satoru messed up her hair, and stretched out his other hand to reach for the dessert, "Just a few pieces of mochi, you can make it after I leave."

Nao was caught off guard by his messy hair, and by the time she finally escaped from the other party's clutches, the baking tray was already half empty.

"You're going too far," Nao scolded while smoothing her hair, "As a chef, I haven't even started eating yet."

She tentatively reached out her hand to take one off from the top, but she was burned and let go on the spot. Seeing that piece of mochi was about to fall to the ground, the five Wuwu eyes quickly caught it.

Nao was speechless again, and she found that this person had used the no-lower-limit spell at this time, no wonder this person held it so steadily, not afraid of being scalded at all!

Of course, the current she can't show that she has understood the opponent's spell.

She sighed, watching helplessly as the boy ate the piece of mochi that he had just rescued from her hands in one gulp.

Hard, fist hard.

Why does this person rob her of food every time? The key is that this person is not short of money, and dessert shops outside can buy it everywhere.

However, Mikawa Nao's physique of passively absorbing negative emotions broke out, and the anger was completely absorbed when it first emerged.

Forced to enter the state of a sage (?), Nao, who is especially Buddhist, hugged the baking tray and circled his remaining mochi, and opened his mouth and said, "Gojo Satoru, I want to keep half of it, and I can't give you the rest."

"Also, how did you get in?"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru clapped his hands to clean up the debris, and leaned closer and said, "Of course...you can come in if you want, don't be so serious, you are just like those old men at a young age."

"One more piece, just one piece!" He stretched out his fingers and gestured in front of Nasu, with an extremely sincere expression.

"No." Mikawa Nao held the baking pan weakly and shook her head firmly.

She believed that assuming she agreed to get out of the way, with the opponent's hand speed, it would not be a question of a dessert.

"Let me eat another piece... no, three pieces," Gojo Satoru said, "I'll take you out to play, how about that?"

"You should seldom go out."

"Just three pieces of mochi, I can take you out~"

The little girl's eyes lit up instantly, obviously very excited.

"But, but I still have a tutor in the afternoon." Her expression wavered, obviously in distress, and her puffy little face was very cute.

Although Patriarch Mikawa may be happy to see the result, Nao still has to struggle a bit, for the mochi balls who sacrificed for himself.

"Tutoring or something, it's okay to skip class once. If I'm caught, I'll explain it for you." Gojo Satoru made an abductive voice, "Let's go, don't you want to go out and have a look?"

Nao was finally persuaded, and took three pieces of mochi out of the baking pan, and handed them one by one to Gojo Satoru's open palm.

"It's a deal, three pieces of mochi in exchange for taking me out to play." The girl looked up at him with a serious expression.

Gojo Satoru agreed.

Five minutes later, the two appeared on the streets of Tokyo.

A tall, silver-haired young man with round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose is holding a delicate and cute little girl by his hand.

They are all outstanding looks, and they are very conspicuous in the crowd. Many passers-by on the street will subconsciously notice their combination of big and small.

"Okay, if you skip class, you can explain it to me." Mikawa Nao emphasized, you know, in her previous life, she was a good girl who attended class every day.

"I'm such a reliable person, and you doubt the truthfulness of my words?" Gojo Satoru said proudly.

Mikawa Nao was silent.

Not long after they left, they stopped in front of an ice cream shop.

"Want to eat?" Gojo Wujo asked, pointing at the sundae samples on the counter.

Of course Nao nodded fiercely, "I want to eat."

This time Gojo Satoru finally didn't bother anyone, and both of them were holding an oversized chocolate sundae sprinkled with crushed peanuts.

Nao followed Wujo Satoru all the way, but the road became more and more remote.

Not long after, the sundae in Gojo Satoru's hands had been wiped out by himself. At this moment, the two happened to be standing in front of an abandoned three-story residential building.

"Let's go in together." Gojo Satoru put his hands on Nao's back, gently pushed her, and said.

"What are we going to do in there?" Nao looked at the dilapidated floor, and suddenly felt a little vigilant in his heart.

"You'll know when you get there." Gojo Satoru seemed in a good mood, "Don't be afraid, I'll take care of work by the way."

Nao froze, you know, the only work that Gojo Satoru can handle is of course exorcising the curse spirit.

She intuitively felt that the other party would definitely not do meaningless things, and the purpose of bringing her here was not pure, there must be pitfalls waiting for her in this wave.

However, it was too late to refuse. The two of them were already standing in the middle of the first floor. They could see that the interior of the building was more damaged than the exterior. The interior was very empty, and the ground was full of dust.

Worrying about a fight, Nao immediately opened his mouth wide and quickly wiped out the remaining sundae in his hand.

"Hmm... It doesn't look like we're here, let's go upstairs." Gojo Satoru glanced at him and suggested with a smile, his voice echoing empty on this floor.

"Could it be that your job is to find the curse spirit they are talking about?" Nao looked back and forth, but the point of sight was very empty, because this floor is empty, only there is an upward one on the right hand side. stairs.

"Ah, it turns out that the Sanchuan family has told you about this knowledge." Gojo Satoru looked down at the little girl who knew nothing.

Right behind her, a miserable green curse spirit with eyeballs all over its body was trying to tear her apart in a distorted posture.

A shadow had already formed on the floor under her feet, and this girl who looked as delicate as a doll seemed to be unconscious, still looking at him blankly.

Behind the sunglasses of the white-haired youth, his ice-blue eyes watched this scene without blinking.

With Gojo Satoru's excellent eyesight, he could see that the sharp claw of the curse spirit was less than a millimeter away from the girl's eyeball.

Can't you really see it?

Wujo Wu moved his fingers, and he was about to launch a spell to exorcise the curse spirit.

However, the moment the curse spirit touched Nao Mikawa, the girl's light brown hair suddenly calmed down, and an indescribable aura instantly rose from her body.

The transparent "unknown" rose suddenly like a flame, reaching the height of the ceiling.

The curse spirit, who sensed something bad, wanted to escape, but it was too late, as if it was under a huge gravitational force, it didn't even have time to let out a miserable howl.

With the joints touching her body as the boundary, the two-meter-high curse spirit was completely annihilated within 0.5 seconds.

Even, the magic power in Gojo Satoshi's body was about to move, uncontrollably escaping towards the girl.

His eyes behind the sunglasses widened slightly.

"This is really..."