Simulate the operation of Beebo Street

Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Vocational School of Magic.

The clouds are floating in the blue sky, the sun is shining, it is a good weather.

"I heard that you took the initiative to sign up for this mission. It's really rare."

The light-colored curtains gently wrap the white window sills, blowing over the table with the invisible waves, and the back of Xia Youjie's hand resting on the corner of the table.

That is a beautiful hand.

The ten fingers are slender, with distinct joints, and the blue blood vessels are like twisted roots of a tree, drawing a mysterious trajectory on the back of his pale hand.

The hand was now turning a fountain pen, the tip of which traced a smooth semicircle between his fingers.

"Obviously before you were asked to do missions with a face of reluctance, what's going on this time? Let me guess, is there any reason?"

Xia Youjie, who rested his head on the other hand, turned his face, showing a bored expression.

"That's it."

Next door to him, Gojo Satoru raised his head from the crook of his arms, the red marks from sleeping on his face hadn't faded yet, he yawned indifferently, with a long ending sound, and then said indifferently voice echoed.

In the online dessert lovers group that he often dives around, someone recently recommended a new specialty dessert shop in Yokohama.

Coincidentally, this store is located at the location of this mission - Leibo Street.

It is our duty to guard the dessert shop!

Following Gojo Satoru's movements, something was accidentally swept off his desk.

The poor crumpled pieces of paper drifted down the aisle like fallen leaves, and were picked up by the housekeeper who happened to pass by.

"What is this?...mission summary..."

Jia Ruozi frowned and scanned the words on the page at ten lines, and couldn't help asking questions.

"This description of the curse spirit is a bit strange. Seeing that its strength is only an ordinary curse spirit, why can it speak out..."

You must know that only the top super magic spirits can have wisdom.

"Either it's really a super-level curse spirit that deceives people's eyes, or some supernatural being who is too idle is making trouble. Yokohama, the lair of supernatural beings~"

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers in a good mood.

"Then it has nothing to do with the curse spirit?"

"Wouldn't that be more interesting?"

Jiarui Nizi and Xia Youjie's voices sounded simultaneously.

The two couldn't help but looked at each other, Xia Youjie still had a calm smile on his face, Jia Ruozi sighed, threw the book in his hand on the table, sat back in his seat, and gave up keeping up with the two of them. Useless behavior of human brain circuits.

"Think about it, there are not many opportunities to fight against supernatural beings! I'm getting a little excited~"

In this vacancy, Wujo Wu stood up and put his hands on the desks on both sides, swung lightly past several rows of empty desks and chairs, and stood tall at the door of the classroom in a blink of an eye.

The half-length white hair hangs loosely on the top of the boy's head, just like its owner's personality, which is a headache.

Gojo Gojo didn't turn his head back, waved his hand back without sincerity, and took a step forward.

"Goodbye! Take the nearest train, and you can go to eat dessert in the afternoon ~ hehehe~"

The out of tune singing disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Matcha-edamame-thousand-layer!

Edamame Mille-feuille Cake is the only one in Japan!

he came!

Did Wujo Satoru successfully skip class today?

Successful.

Sure enough, I was ready to skip class... I am not surprised at all.

After all, for him, this kind of task is just a matter of loosening his muscles and bones, let alone taking courses.

The two people who were still in the classroom watched Gojo Satoru and stood still for a while, thinking about their respective concerns.

Only the tireless wind is still holding the curtains and swinging them as much as you want.

It's two seventeen in the afternoon.

Gojo Satoru walked with relaxed steps, with sunshade sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, like a real tourist, strutted into this street that made the locals of Yokohama change their colors.

Meanwhile, Yuri is making desserts with Akutagawa in the dessert shop.

But it's not just about making snacks.

Two days ago, she fabricated a horrifying alien monster through illusion, which frightened the Takase Society's land conquest team running around in Leibo Street.

The hideous monsters spit out their words, letting the other party clearly hear that it was their land expropriation that attracted these monsters.

The well-disguised little guy mixed in the crowd, trembling with fright, telling anecdotes about the "curse spirit" that he had heard before.

The two semicircles accurately pieced together the truth, no matter how dull Takase would be, he should know what happened.

After trying to expel the "Spirit of Curse" with firepower failed, the people of the Takase Society withdrew and the project was suspended, leaving the "Spirit of Curse" to circle around in their reserved area.

Both the system and her are keeping an eye on the enemy's situation through the map, but the other party has not moved until now, and they don't know what tricks they are playing.

"Ding!"

The timer she had set earlier went off, signaling the completion of a new batch of matcha cakes.

As the oven door is slowly opened, the refrigerated matcha red bean rolls have been reheated and exude an attractive aroma again.

Yuri was distracted by the aroma, and said absently, "Akutagawa, cut up the dim sum."

"Yes."

Akutagawa lowered his head in response, his usually cold and expressionless face seemed to soften a little because of the sweet fragrance.

The black sleeve light zigzagged and flashed like lightning, and the originally long matcha red bean roll had been evenly cut into several pieces.

At this moment, Gojo Satoru, who was wearing a student uniform, opened the door of the store and appeared on the stage.

"Good afternoon! Please bring me a whole matcha edamame millefeuille!" Gojo Satoru, who had successfully found his destination all the way, was in a sunny mood, and greeted Yuri warmly like an old customer who had known him for a long time.

Yuri raised his eyes.

A strange student appeared.

Could it be that he skipped class to eat dessert?It's too hard.

At this moment, she didn't know that in the not-too-distant future, she would be very sad because she didn't use the map to identify the obvious hint that she was from the High School of Magic.

"This, it's really too sweet." Gojo Satoru, who got the packaged mille-feuille cake not long after, heard two people behind the counter muttering something to the plate of matcha red bean rolls.

"I think it's not sweet enough."

Appeared!This is it again!

"Is it a new product tasting session? If you don't mind, let me try it too." Seeing this, the familiar male students also came over.

Before the words finished, there was already one piece missing from the plate.

Um?What I said just now did not mean to ask for consent.

"This tastes good, I think the sweetness is just right~" The white hair in the sunglasses gave a thumbs up with puffed cheeks.

"system."

"Ok?"

"Aren't people with normal tastes like me a minority in this world?"

Carrying the dessert he was thinking of, Gojo Satoru stepped out of the store and began to look around.

Do tasks first or buy snacks first?

For Gojo Satoru, it's all the same.

And behind him, watching Gojo Satoru leave, Yuri felt uneasy for some reason.

It feels like...something is going to happen.

Yuri clenched his fist, then let it go.

Should I check the situation in the small courtyard now?

Should it be closer or farther away?

After much difficulty, Yuri made up her mind.Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the store, she ordered Akutagawa to watch the store, claiming to go out for a walk, and then changed her tracks in a corner where no one was around, turning into a black mist and quietly sneaking into the small courtyard where she had cast the spell—— next door.

As soon as he landed, a familiar voice suddenly came from above his head.

"Sure enough, you are doing something."

Nakaya, whom he hadn't seen for several days, stepped on the edge of the eaves, cast a cold gaze, and spoke in a straightforward tone.

?There was no one there just now.

Sure enough, not only her, but also others are monitoring here—by physical means.

Like the port mafia.

However, she hasn't revealed her body yet?Is the reasoning process all omitted?

Really powerful intuition system ah.

"Hmph, are you pretending to be dead if you don't open your mouth?" Zhongya said with a dark face and an astonishing aura, "It's fine, but next time I meet you, I'll drag you back to the torture room to pry out your pretending secrets. The port mafia will not allow you to provoke again and again!"

Lei Bo Street is so big, there will always be a day when we meet again.

Are you going back to the life of being chased and beaten by Zhong Ye again... It's so kind, just thinking about it makes my tooth hurt.

Reasonably choose to answer the questions.

"I'm just a passer-by who came to see the excitement, just like you." The tone was extremely innocent.

Not only can't admit it, but also pretend to be stupid!

"Do you think I will believe your nonsense? Let me make it clear that you—"

Zhong also snorted, put his hands on the brim of his hat handsomely and raised his chin, raised his eyebrows and looked down.

That's fine, Zhong Ye, he's becoming more and more like a mafia boss.

But she had to suppress the urge to tease Zhong Ye in her heart, because——

If you don't run at this time, wait!

Not caring about Nakaya's reaction behind him, Yuri ran like a horse.

Just as she turned the corner and was about to take a walk and go back to the store, the familiar figure of a male middle school student appeared before her eyes again.

White hair, and wearing sunglasses, can't be wrong.

The door of the small courtyard where the "curse spirit" was originally active was wide open.

And he was standing at the door, with the body of the so-called monster at his feet.

The young man still held the last surviving prey in his hand, and every body movement conveyed the carelessness of the owner of this body.

Just like that, he casually crushed all the illusion monsters she arranged.

"It's pretty realistic."

He commented.

That demeanor, that tone of voice, was similar to the way he just casually commented on the new product after trying it.

"Where is the person who made this stuff?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked directly at the shadow behind the bush.

It is a dark place where people can never hide according to common sense, and it is also a corner where Yuri hides.

Although it was blocked by sunglasses, the bristling hair made Youli realize like a mirror that the other party had precisely locked her position.

Meng Chuanyuli, the alarm bell in his heart was beeping crazily.

"Do you mean to play hide and seek?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, and then suddenly flew out, kicking away the empty soda can that had been lying at his feet but was ignored.

The empty jar drew an arc and hit the wall heavily, making a clear sound.

The aluminum can, which was still full just now, immediately collapsed due to the impact, rolled off the wall, turned a few times on the ground, lost its strength, and stopped right in front of Yuri.

Yuri: I feel like I am the can that was kicked away by him.

System: nsdd (you are the younger brother)

The corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth curled up with interest.

He took a step in the direction of the soda can.

Ma Ye, this person is very difficult to mess with at first glance. Why did I think he was an ordinary middle school student just now? ? ?

Gritting his teeth, Yuli made a decisive decision, and fled away as quickly as an arrow that leaves the string.

Because the speed is so fast, it seems that it appeared on the far side of the street in the blink of an eye.

"I knew it! All the strange people who appeared on this street came to trouble me!"

Yuri wailed in his heart as he ran.

"You can't be wrong when you say that..."

"But what did I do wrong! I didn't even retaliate against the society, why did the society retaliate against me?"

Your mistake is that you have to play a simulation business game as a real-time strategy game, and you have to count as a prestige of one of the local armed forces to wipe out all the prestige!

The system answered the second half of the sentence in its mind, looked at Yuli who was running for his life and Baimao who was not separated at all, but still didn't dare to say it.