Nana Ming is also under special attack today

The place where the accident happened was near Kanai General Hospital, and I happened to be admitted to the same hospital as Yukimura-kun.

The nurse sister took the lead in applying medicine to the bruise on the back, and put a brace on the fractured ankle after the filming. After a long time of tossing, I lay tired on the bed, apologetically watching Mr. Yidizhi being sent to run errands.

Mr. Gojo crossed his legs and watched leisurely as Mr. Yidizhi's back was covered by the door. Then he turned his head and brought tea to my mouth. Seeing his interesting expression, he smiled: "What is Mr. Gojo doing?" something?"

"A little bit."

Mr. Gojo stretched out his hand and dragged away the little monster on my shoulder with lightning speed, and lifted the shivering little guy to swing twice in the air: "Miss Takino can see the curse spirit, right?"

I was caught off guard by the question and choked on a sip of tea and coughed for a long time. After thinking about it, I seemed to have nothing to hide, so I replied sincerely: "I saw it a long time ago."

"But what Mr. Gojo is holding is not a curse spirit." I put my hands together in front of him, and begged, "This child is very weak, can I ask Mr. Gojo to return it to me first, and I will explain to you later?"

Mr. Gojo shook the little monster twice, and put it back in my hand with regret: "'A spirit produced by human beings' belief in something or a vague concept', right? Although it is different from a curse spirit, I have seen it Most of them are weak guys, I thought I could find something new this time.”

As expected of a conjurer, the knowledge is really profound.I nod.

Mr. Gojo raised his chin: "What about you?"

"Eh?"

"I saw it, what method did you use to repel that curse spirit?"

I looked at Mr. Wujo in confusion: "Didn't you fight back?"

"Unfortunately, no." Mr. Gojo propped his hands on the edge of the bed, and his tall body enveloped me with dignity. He took off his sunglasses and looked at me without blinking, "Your type is very rare. What you have is the power based on positive emotions, and you can defeat the curse spirit by inverting and outputting negative power similar to the magic power."

"Positive spells? Or a healing system that can attack? It's interesting." He rubbed his chin and concluded, "Would you like to come to the High School of Conjuration?"

"Conjuration High School? What's that?" I thought of all kinds of alliances and powerful characters in the novel, and refused worriedly, "It sounds dangerous, can I not go?"

"Just to take a look, I'm not going to pull you in right away." Mr. Wujo's expression became very sad.

I felt guilty when he saw it, and immediately changed my words: "I didn't mean to be unwilling. You saved me, so it's only natural for me to agree to your invitation. If you don't mind, I can go there when my injury recovers."

"... actually agreed immediately, why don't you ask me what's inside?"

I obediently asked: "May I ask Mr. Wujo what is in the High School of Conjuration?"

"I am the strongest and a bunch of lovely students. Anyway, I am here, so there is no need to worry about safety issues." Mr. Gojo replied quickly.

"Mr. Wujo is the strongest! It's so powerful!" I looked at him in surprise and amazement, and nodded repeatedly, "Then I will feel more at ease."

"Takishima, you..." Mr. Gojo was also surprised. He paused and praised me, "Takishima, I think we can get along very well."

"It's my honor for Mr. Gojo to think so," I smiled shyly. Thinking that Mr. Nanami is coming soon, I looked at Mr. Gojo in full swing, "Speaking of which, sir, can I ask you a small matter?"

"If it's not too much." He shook his finger, "After all, you are quite interesting."

Certainly not too much.

I clasped my hands together: "My friend will come later, he is a very powerful office worker, he probably doesn't believe in these things."

"So, please don't tell him that I was injured by something like a curse or something? Just say, um, how about I accidentally fell down the stairs!"

"Okay! Don't worry," he moved closer and patted my shoulder for assurance, "It's easy~"

Mr. Gojo is so big, just getting close to him feels extremely oppressive. I pulled back helplessly, and suddenly remembered Mr. Nanami’s earnest teaching, so I relayed it to him: "Mr. Gojo, do you want to pay attention to the relationship between the opposite sex? normal social interaction..."

"Ask this gentleman to pay attention to the normal social distance between the opposite sex."

A familiar voice overlaps with mine.

Mr. Gojo's collar was grabbed by one hand, and he was suddenly taken backwards. Behind him, Mr. Nanami, who quickly pushed the door and entered, stared at Mr. Gojo with a terrified expression. I wanted to reach out to him. The outstretched hand was frightened back abruptly, tucked it under the quilt, and Wenwen greeted quietly: "Mr. Qihai, good day."

Mr. Gojo also opened his arms in great surprise: "Nana—"

As soon as he uttered two syllables, Mr. Nanami covered his mouth with one hand and said indifferently, "This...Mr. Client, I'm really surprised to see you here."

"Hey nu," Mr. Wujo only had one arm around Mr. Nanami's neck, and he spit out a few words in vain. Mr. Nanami seemed to be pressing his shoulder very hard—I seemed to see that the veins were all standing up—calm He said to me calmly: "Good day, Ms. Takishima, is this the Mr. Good, Heart, you mentioned? Very good, let's go out and have a chat, and then I will send him away."

"Eh? But we haven't finished talking..." I scratched my hair, and Mr. Gojo nodded sharply.

Nanami-san's expression became more dangerous.

...Don't be so fierce.

I stuffed myself under the quilt, and said "Oh" obediently: "Mr. Nanami and Mr. Gojo, go slowly."

Mr. Nanami dragged Mr. Gojo to go out. When the door was closed, Mr. Gojo tried to turn his head to me. I immediately made a phone call gesture to him tactfully, and got his thumb and a wink in surprise.

Then his arm was mercilessly pulled by Mr. Qihai, and he was almost squeezed in the crack of the door.

I looked at the door for several seconds.

I watched the door for several minutes.

Mr. Qihai is too good.I looked back and felt the wound on my body hurt again.

The room was quiet, only my breathing and the sound of the machine remained. The voices of the two people outside the door came vaguely, as if they were in another world with me.

I hugged my pillow tightly, puffed up my face and stared at the door helplessly, feeling a little sad that I didn't get the comfort I imagined.

He clearly said he would come to see me, but as soon as he came, he frightened me away with horrific eyes, and dragged others away on his own.Not a word was said.

Mr. Wujo was not injured, but he hugged Mr. Qihai first.

... I, I, I didn't think about patting my head or anything, but even if I have a word with me first.

If only I were a man, I also want to hook up with Nanami-san.

It's not impossible to hug and hug, after all, they are all men!

...Maybe you can hug a lot for men?

But I seem to be a little short, and it would be too embarrassing to jump up and hug Mr. Nanami if I hit my forehead.No, I have to change it. Is there any other way to hug...

For some reason, thinking of this, the scene of Mr. and Princess Nanami holding me suddenly flashed in my mind, and the sea breeze was flying above our heads and around our feet.

I fanned my face with my hands, a little strange: "If Mr. Qihai hugged me but I don't remember it, I will be at a disadvantage."

I tried my best to see that scene clearly, but I couldn't think of any more pictures, so I had to give up regretfully: "Maybe it was in a dream."

The conversation at the door stopped, and I tried my best to move to the side of the bed, changing to a position that was easier to overhear.

Speaking of which, this was the first time we met after the last meal. When I woke up, I couldn’t remember what happened after I left the izakaya. Mr. Nanami said that I kept crying after drinking, and he helped me all the way. , and asked him to help me try new desserts.

——Although crying is a bit embarrassing, but I finally invited Mr. Qihai to eat dessert, and I made a profit in general!

As soon as the door creaked and turned, I immediately ran back to the head of the bed, looking over with grinning teeth.

Mr. Nanami rubbed his brows and walked in. A Mr. Gojo taller than him emerged from behind him. He naturally hooked Mr. Nanami's shoulder and said to me in a good mood: "Takishima, I hit it off with Nanaming. Now We are already close friends!"

The words "best friend" hit my head. I looked at Mr. Nanami, who seemed to be acquiescing, and Mr. Gojo, and suddenly wanted to cry like the little boy just now.

I was preempted. Although Mr. Gojo is very good, Mr. Nanami, who is estranged from me from time to time, actually reached the max friendship level with him in less than 10 minutes.

There can only be one best friend, Mr. Qihai... Didn't he consider me from the beginning?

Or is it so powerful to hug it? !

Both my feet and my heart were hurting, I stuck my throat, and looked at Mr. Nanami aggrievedly: "What about me?"

Don't I have gentle comfort and friend tags, woo woo.