Brother Ying does not poke the needle

The torrential rain became heavier and heavier amidst the thunder and lightning. The wind blew the umbrella like an ornament and couldn't stop the rain. Visible to the naked eye, the entire rain was blown crookedly by the wind.

The umbrella above Osamu Dazai's head was still held firmly, as if no amount of wind and rain could blow the cherry-haired boy in front of him.

The call between Haruno Sakura and Fuguro Megumi was very short. After hanging up, Haruno Sakura sent a message to Gojo Satoru and then put the phone back.

Haruno Sakura returned the umbrella to Osamu Dazai, who wanted to throw it away when Dazai took it.

It couldn't stop the rain, and it was blown almost crooked.

"What? You want to leave me and go first?" Osamu Dazai looked at him, the wind blowing his black hair to look quite soft, "I just gave you the umbrella out of kindness, so abandon me now." gone?"

"..." Your words are so ambiguous, you really make me look like a scumbag.

"I want to go back to Tokyo." Haruno Sakura's decision has not changed, "Now."

"I'll go back to the mafia building first, Dazai, take your time."

Haruno Sakura walked out from under the umbrella, and the pouring rain poured directly on him. After walking a few steps, Haruno Sakura turned around and said to Osamu Dazai again.

"By the way, tell Sakunosuke and Ango for me, I am very happy to have red bean ball soup with them...and you today."

Osamu Dazai fell into a brief silence as he watched Haruno Sakura disappear into the heavy rain in the dark night after speaking. He didn't know what he thought of, so he suddenly laughed, and then continued walking with an umbrella.

"The sweet red bean ball soup is probably bitter now."

Osamu Dazai took out his phone and dialed someone.

Zhong Yuan's angry voice came from the phone immediately: "Dazai?! Where are you going to die, ah?!"

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips: "Hey...Chuya, instead of worrying about which river I'm drowning in, why don't you go back to the building and see how your little slug is doing?"

"Ok?"

"What's wrong with Haruno Sakura? Has a bad cold?"

Nakahara didn't wait for Osamu Dazai's answer, and was hung up.He clicked his tongue, and there was also a text message "Dazai is not in the river" that Haruno Sakura sent him an hour ago.

I don't know what the hell these two people are doing, forget it, just go back to mafia and have a look.

Haruno Sakura went all the way back to the Mafia building in a blink of an eye. He quickly changed his clothes and ran to Mori Ogai's office to thank him and explain his purpose.

Mori Ogai was not surprised, he folded his hands and propped his chin, looking at the boy in front of him who was still dripping water on his pink hair.

This is the second person other than Gojo Satoru to carry out the exorcism mission in Yokohama so smoothly, especially that Mr. Gojo is also quite fancy to his students.

Message after message was sent.

Before Haruno Sakura arrived, he received a text message from Gojo Satoru.

Originally, he was also very interested in Haruno Sakura's healing technique, but there was no need to offend the Gojo patriarch just because of the healing technique.On the contrary, what was surprising was that the quite qualified young man in front of him had a good relationship with Zhong Ye, which was also a surprise.

"Thank you," Mori Ogai said, "Mr. Gojo has already sent me a message. If Haruno-kun wants to leave now, I will send someone to take you back to Tokyo. It will be much faster than if you go back by yourself."

"Excuse me."

As Mori Ogai said, there was a black car parked at the door when he left the building.The driver saw the conspicuous short cherry pink hair and immediately rolled down the window.

"Is it Haruno-kun? I'm in charge of sending you back to Tokyo."

"Yes! Sorry to trouble you!" Haruno Sakura immediately walked towards the car.

As soon as he opened the door, Chuya's voice came from not far away along with the roar of the locomotive.

"Hey Haruno, where are you going?"

In the end, the driver stood downstairs and watched his car glow with black and red lights, and then left at an unbelievable speed.

He turned his head and glanced at the expensive locomotive not far away, which was drenched in rain, and he couldn't believe it.

...He is about to touch Lord Zhongyuan's precious motorcycle!God, how much is this locomotive?

Although it was just pushing the car to the garage, it was enough for him to play for a long time!

Hey, he has all the car keys in his hand, let's take a photo to show off first.

Zhong Yuanzhong also disliked the car in his hand, not because of its performance, but because there was nothing in it except a gun and a pack of napkins.

He threw the tissue beside him to Haruno Sakura.

"Wipe your hair quickly, your clothes are dripping wet."

"Ah... yes."

Haruno Sakura pulled out the tissue and began to wipe her hair.His eyes were fixed on the front, and Chuya was driving at an unreasonably fast speed, but it was precisely because of this absurdity that he was reassuring.

It's useless for him to go back now, but he just wants to go back immediately.

Exorcising the curse spirit is inherently cruel, how cruel the reality is Haruno Sakura has experienced it countless times.

From a certain point of view, Youren borrowed the power of Su Nuo to successfully exorcise the newly born special class, and it was his own will that chose to die in the end.As far as the ending is concerned, it would be a better result if Fu Heihui didn't die with him.

He wanted to see the boy with cherry pink hair who would share things with him with kindness as if nothing had happened; There is Wild Rose, although she is not a soft and sensual girl, but she is also a real girl who puts everyone in her heart.

Teacher Wutiao seems to be smiling every day... I'm afraid he is the one who feels the most uncomfortable in his heart.

There were not many paper towels left, and Haruno Sakura used them all to wipe her hair and then dried it half dry. He didn't care about the hair at all.

He didn't know what he was thinking...

That's when I want to meet those people.

Just like in previous missions where someone died, until the end, he just wanted to stay in Anbu, watching the Anbu leader point his finger at his nose and scold him.

It's good to be scolded, the dead companion can't come back, but there are still people here, and the voice of the companion, he still needs to keep moving forward.

Chuya Nakahara was moving very fast. It was raining heavily in Yokohama, but the rain in Tokyo had gradually subsided.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain of the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic, Masamichi Noctu is waiting.

Yiji Jiegao and Gojo Satoru are now beside the dead body of Yuzu Yuhito, and the mentality of the first-year students probably needs to be adjusted, so he came to pick them up in person.

The black car stopped suddenly, and there were already many police cars chasing after it.

"Tsk." Nakahara Nakaya glanced behind him, patted Haruno Sakura on the shoulder, his cobalt blue eyes fixedly looked at his blue eyes that were not very energetic, "I'm going back now, what's in your eyes Don't let the light go out."

Haruno Sakura looked at Chuya who opened the car door to go back, he bent his eyes and smiled: "Chuya, thank you."

"It won't go away, I know what I'm doing."

He's calm, he's angry, and the two emotions aren't contradictory.

He just wants to see his companions in Gaozhuan now.

Yamo Masamichi and Haruno Sakura watched the black car with water stains leave at an extremely fast speed, and the principal raised his hand to rub the boy's short hair.

"...Why is it still wet?"

"It's not easy."

"Haruno, welcome back." Ye Mo Zhengdao looked at the boy in front of him and said, "I'll take you back to the dormitory first. The family of Knotweed Yujin needs to make full use of the autopsy, and Gojo Satoru is also looking at the situation next to him. Fu Hei Nagasaki and Nagasaki have come back from the hospital, and they should be sleeping now, so you can go to bed early after blowing your hair."

"Okay, I'll go to bed early too, let's talk about it tomorrow."

***

That being said, Ye Mozheng stood in the distance, and still saw Haruno Sakura not returning to her room.

This young man's determination can be said to be the most promising of all his students.

Haruno Sakura is confident enough and firm enough, he is also strong enough, with good experience and strength, he is the least likely to feel confused among all the students.

...but at the end of the day, he is also a human being, and he is only a 15-year-old student.

Night Moth Zhengdao slowly looked away, looking at the sky where the clouds had dissipated.

——It is great to be able to recruit such students.It's just a pity that the other student obviously has an excellent future.

The young man with cherry hair stood in front of the door of Yuzu Yujin and knocked several times, but left slowly without any response.Then he stared at his feet, and walked slowly to Fu Heihui's door.

Just at this moment, Fu Heihui pushed open the door, and he looked in surprise at the cherry-haired boy who appeared at the door.

"cherry?"

"Why are you here?!"

"Megumi..." Haruno Sakura slightly raised her head to look at Fukuroi who suddenly opened the door, and he called the other person's name.

"...You were knocking on the door of the knotweed just now?"

"Yes."

Fu Heihui opened his mouth, looking at the person in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

He came back in such a hurry, obviously... there was nothing he could do.

The companion in front of him took two steps very slowly, and his wet head suddenly leaned against his shoulder.

The boy's voice was a little soft, a little tired, and even hoarse.

"Hui...I'll sleep for a while."

The green eyes like glazed glass were closed, and the long and dense eyelashes cast a fan shadow under the eyes.Fu Heihui subconsciously caught the hot body leaning over him, and he turned on the light in his room with one free hand.

Fu Heihui walked into the room with Haruno Sakura in his arms. He looked down at the cherry-haired boy with his head leaning on his shoulder. The boy's skin was fair and clear, and it was soft, white and delicate that girls envied. With a strange crimson glow, he breathed with his mouth slightly open.

Fu Hei Hui paused, and called him twice.

"cherry?"

"cherry?!"

No reaction.

Fu Heihui reached out and put his hand on the forehead of the person in his arms, and then pressed against the side of the other's blushing face.

Very hot.

"Idiot, aren't you a doctor?! This is sick!"