Extraordinary Shura field of special magic equipment

Has Shendumin been discharged from the hospital today?

Shen Dumin: The WIFI in the hospital is not working well.

But his good captain came from Kyoto to Tokyo to visit him.

The school Kanto Mino attended was Luoshan High School in Kyoto, while his younger sister went to Kanagawa to study at Rikkai University.

Don't ask why two people have to travel so far to study, just ask...

"I don't want to go to the school before this idiot, and Lihai University's tennis is superb. Does this idiot understand, does he understand? He understands X."

Shen Dumin: ...just as long as you are happy.

#Sister does not love me how to do#

As for why he is lying in the hospital now, it is entirely because he went to pick up his sister who was on vacation, and then planned to visit the night market in Tokyo.He and his sister lost in the boxing game, so they sadly ran errands to buy things. As soon as they were packed, they were notified of an emergency and asked all personnel to leave quickly, and then only used the excuse of an inspection from above to cover up the matter.

Although after wearing it back again, he knew that it was just a sudden outbreak of a spell attack.

The evacuation was before the accident, only a few unlucky ones on the top floor did not escape.

For the time being, Shen Duming decided to pretend to be stupid and return to his previous daily routine...if he could.

"Captain Akashi."

He lay on the bed and looked at the captain of the basketball team who came to visit him, with a slightly excited tone in his tone.

He did not expect to receive this honor in his lifetime.

The captain was a red-haired boy with different eyes. He looked a little indifferent. He didn't wear the school uniform or sportswear he saw most often. On weekdays, it is refreshing and immature.

Without the breathless majesty of the overwhelmed person, it was more like what he remembered.

"Heal your injuries first." Akashi Seijuro said lightly, "It is enough for the basketball team to be selected, so don't worry."

Um?Is this euphemistically telling him that his substitute is dispensable? It's a bit sad.

As expected of the captain, there is no emotion.

Shendumin vaguely remembers that Akashi was not so unkind when he was in junior high school. He and Akashi met in junior high school, but he did not join the basketball club, and the two became friends only because they were sitting next to each other in the same class.

Later, he went abroad to study for a period of time, and only kept in touch with emails. When he came back to apply for high school, he was bewitched by Akashi for some reason, and decided to follow him to Luoshan to revitalize the basketball club.

However, he is far away from being elected, which is very sad.

But those balls played by the main selection are too outrageous, and they are almost catching up with superpowers.

He knows that Akashi is the one and only emperor on the court, so he never resists or speaks much about basketball.

"Then I'll take it as if you are caring about me and persuading me to recover from my injuries." He said with a smile, not taking these things to heart at all.

Akashi gave him a somewhat complicated look, and felt that he still needed to explain: "Don't call me that in private, and it's just a warning that if you want to continue exercising, you have to learn to cherish your body."

"I promise to abide by Akashi's teaching." He always smiled as if he didn't have any troubles, as if he could automatically filter out bad words, and Akashi couldn't do anything about him.

It is said that it is the relationship between the captain and the substitute, but in fact, Kami Watari is actually a friend who is a little closer to Akashi in his cognition.

Like those campus magazines commented, not many people can reject an optimistic, cheerful and good-looking boy.

He is also good at all kinds of sports, is good at playing games, and is also a great type of study.

What a certain girl said flashed through Akashi's mind, he looked at the boy's face that looked thinner and paler, and wanted to say something, but was overshadowed by that deceptive smile as always.

"I still have things to do, if you get hurt, don't run around anymore." Akashi decided not to continue bothering.

"Then Akashi is busy first, wait a few days to celebrate my discharge from the hospital, I'll treat you, call the whole basketball team to eat kaiseki together."

He tilted his head and smiled brightly, with the bright sunshine outside the window behind him.

Akashi vaguely felt that there was something wrong, but he didn't say much, he gave an answer and turned his head and left.

Shen Dumin waited for the blush to disappear completely before suppressing the smile on his face.

"Huh..." He breathed a sigh of relief, as expected of Akashi, he couldn't see it, but he could still feel the strangeness.

He looked at the fourth-level curse spirit fly lying on the window, and silently made a universal curse gesture to it, then quickly got out of bed and opened the window to slap the fly away.

I miss my daily life very much. This kind of extraordinary life is not good at all.

Thinking of the eccentricities of this period of time, he was rarely troubled. These experiences were too bizarre, and he was afraid that no one would believe them when he told them. So he happily planned to write down the experiences and plan to pass them on to his pen pal, dreaming of becoming a novelist. Oda Sakunosuke there.

He struggled with the choice of words, and the language he finally wrote was vague and messy.

[Mr. Oda personally:

Didn’t my husband say that he wanted to listen to a story last time? Recently, he had a long dream. It was a rare dream that he could clearly remember the content after waking up.

Probably I was dead, but not quite dead.

The soul passed through a kerosene lamp, and it happened that the essence of the sun and the moon accumulated in that lamp for many years was about to grow a fusangshen, and guess what?That's right, Fu Sangshen was replaced by me, or is it a fusion?

Uh...it sounds a bit unkind.

After a long period of unspeakable comic-like plots, my soul returned to the body that should have been dead in this world.

It's weird, well, I'm still very happy to open my eyes and see the sun again, but the WIFI is not very good where I live now.

Speaking of which, is there really a soul in this world?Is it the soul that influences the soul, or the soul that binds the soul?

Wouldn't it be a greedy idea if you were covered in sin and longed for redemption?

Haha, will Mr. Oda feel distressed when such a meaningless topic is thrown out with the dream as an introduction? Speaking of it, I really want to see what kind of environment Mr. Oda lives in.

Hereby, I hope to add a little fun to Mr. Oda's daily life. 】

He put away the letter paper and pen, and prepared to send it out at some time. Every time he waited for Oda to reply, he would always be very happy. The creed in life is to be happy. Shen Dumin started to take off the bandages on his body after drinking the milk.

The wounds had healed and there were no scars left. He was extremely envious of the ease of the reversal technique.

The world is so wonderful and beautiful, Shen Duming feels that he can wear his soul everywhere... Then can he also find the wick and re-condense the soul inside into a body.

That child was younger than him, and he couldn't just die like this before he called out to him.

He fumbled for the phone from under the pillow, answered the accumulated emails and messages, changed into a set of normal clothes, went through the discharge procedures, and was ready to go home.

……

Yokohama.

Looking at the familiar graffiti and signature on the envelope, Oda Sakunosuke's usually expressionless face softened for a moment.

Just happened to be caught by Osamu Dazai who was picking him up.

"Hey! It's a letter from a pen pal, Odasaku let me read it."

Osamu Dazai reached out to grab it, but he was just playing around and didn't intend to grab it.

"Don't mess around with other people's letters, Dazai, but the person who sent the letter is indeed a very interesting pen pal."

The young man with burgundy hair, Sakunosuke Oda, was holding the letter he had just taken out of the mailbox, and he was already thinking about what to eat today.

Sure enough, curry is good.

He wanted to eat curry before going back to open and answer letters.

"Ahh, Odasaku and Ango have other friends behind my back, it's too much."

Osamu Dazai pretended to be wronged.

"Then Dazai is going to eat curry after finishing his mission?" Oda Sakunosuke said curry was the only thing in his mind and eyes.

As a low-level employee, his work is very hard and tedious. He only feels relaxed when he eats curry, conceives novels and drinks with his friends at the bar every day during his break.

"You can go now. Today's task is super simple, and I can complete it without showing up." Osamu Dazai said with a smile, one of his eyes was wrapped with a bandage, revealing a iris-colored pupil, which was different from usual The abyss that cannot be seen to the bottom, when he gets along with friends, he is more in line with his current age.

He looks like a lively, cheerful, and eccentric black cat boy. Of course, if another mutual friend of theirs, Ango Sakaguchi, heard such a description, he would only say: Qiuqiu, please take Dazai away.

Oda Sakunosuke, who knew well that his friend fled work outright and refused to repent, just let out an ah as a reply, and then pushed open the door of the curry shop with Dazai.

"Yo Oda, do you want some curry today?"

"Well, put more spice."