Enchantment high degree favorability acquisition log

My hands trembled, and I almost threw the whole phone out.

After a closer look, I found that it was Gojo Satoru who called me.

After pressing the ON button, a large white fluff appeared in front of my eyes.

Those who didn't know thought Gojo Satoru had pointed the camera at the cat's stomach.

After about five seconds, Gojo Satoru finally realized that he was pressing the video instead of the voice, so he adjusted the camera position, revealing his delicate white face.

"Scared me to death, why did you suddenly make a video call to me?"

With my head down, I seemed to be showing my face a bit, and I subconsciously raised my phone up.

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes and looked at me: "See if you are so stupid that someone betrayed you."

I rolled my eyes in a very unladylike way: "Of course not!"

"Then why are you borrowing money?"

I told the other party a series of things that happened in Yokohama as concisely as possible.

Gojo Satoru's eyes became more and more pitiful: "You didn't sell yourself so simply, you obviously sold yourself and gave back the money."

I:? ? ?

At this moment, Xia Youjie approached from the edge of the camera and pushed Gojo Satoru aside.

"Do you need us to pick you up?"

I shook my head: "There is no major problem with my injury. I plan to return to Tokyo after returning the money to Mr. Nakahara."

Gojo Satoru touched his chin: "I seem to have heard of this name..."

"That doesn't sound like a serious person."

Me: ... who can make you unruly.

Instead, Xia Youjie seemed to listen and frowned.

"Forget it, you are waiting for us in Yokohama."

Gojo Satoru interjected next to him: "Yeah, Qiannai, if you stay like this, be careful not to be deceived—"

Before he finished speaking, the picture on the other side of the screen was violently bumped, and then only a "beep" was heard, and the video call was hung up.

I:……?

... They are not fighting the curse spirit at this time.

I thought about Gojo Satoru's character, and thought that he might really be able to make video calls with me while fighting.

Forget it, according to the level of the two of them who have long been comparable to stunt magicians, I should worry more about myself.

Just when I was worrying about how to collect the money, my phone suddenly rang back and forth twice.

I have received two transfers.

One is from Xia Youjie, and the other is from Wujo Wu.

...The battle on their side should be over.

OK, the money has come together.

I sent them both a gif emoticon pack of a dog kneeling and thanking each other, and then opened the webpage to search for the bedding used by Mr. Zhongyuan.

As expected of you, Mr. Nakahara.

One sheet is enough to buy me ten little dresses.

Is this the life of the rich, I realized.

With my heart bleeding, I reluctantly ordered a new mattress.

Damn, you must be a responsible adult.

Putting down my phone, I selected my size from a pile of clothes with peace of mind, and borrowed the bathroom of Mr. Zhongyuan's house by the way.

After cleaning myself thoroughly, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I packed up all the changed clothes and soiled sheets and put them in the entrance, and took them with me when I was about to leave.

All we have to do now is wait for the courier to arrive.

Although the price of the items in this store is frighteningly high, the service attitude is correspondingly good. I made an appointment with the store for the fastest delivery time, and it should arrive before two o'clock in the afternoon.

I rub my stomach and feel a little hungry.

It’s so inconvenient to be in someone else’s house, I stared at the refrigerator in the kitchen for a while, and finally forced myself to look away.

I poured myself a glass of water, intending to bear it and wait for the sheets to be changed before leaving for dinner.

Anyway, it's almost noon now, and there are still more than two hours.

Just when I was hesitating whether to drink another glass of water to trick my stomach, the phone at Mr. Zhongyuan's house suddenly rang.

When it rang for the first time, I didn't answer it. Who would have thought that the bell would ring again after it stopped for five seconds.

I hesitated for a while, then picked up the microphone.

The other end of the phone was quiet and there was no sound. I waited for a while and tried to speak.

"Hello? Hello."

"Mr. Zhongyuan, he is not at home now..."

"Wow, it's true, that slug really attacked high school students, it's really dirty on the outside." A strange male voice came from the other end of the phone.

The other party's voice was clear and moist, and he sounded young.

Me: ... slug?What slug?My wound is already conditioned to hurt!

Then I also heard a small gasp on the other end of the phone, apparently from someone else.

"What..." Before I could ask, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the other end of the phone, and then the phone was hung up.

Me: ...It seems that I heard Mr. Zhongyuan's slightly irritable voice one second before hanging up.

No no no, it must be an illusion.

So is this some schoolboy prank?

I put down the receiver with a speechless face.

Who would have thought that just two minutes after I put down the phone, the harsh ringtone rang again like a reminder.

I happened to be still angry, and I picked up the microphone when I heard it.

If it's still the weird person just now, I must scold him this time before he hangs up!

Study hard when you are young, and don't make people angry by calling other people's phones.

But unexpectedly, it was Mr. Zhongyuan who called this time.

He didn't seem to expect me to pick up so quickly, and after a pause of two seconds, he said to me: "Are you still leaving?"

I hurriedly explained: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhongyuan, because the bed sheet was dirty, I originally wanted to wait for the new one to be delivered and change it for you before leaving. I will leave now."

"No, it's not." Even through the phone, I seemed to see the other party frowning tightly.

"I don't mean to drive you away, stay as long as you want."

"Huh?" I was stunned.

"Tsk." Mr. Zhongyuan seemed to give up explaining to me.

"In short, if someone strange calls you later, you don't have to answer it."

"The bed sheets are just trivial things, and someone will come to change them, so you don't have to worry about them."

"Also, there is something to eat in the refrigerator, so you don't need to ask me if you want it."

He hung up the phone without waiting for my reply.

...Although he is an impatient person who is easily misunderstood, he seems to be a very good person unexpectedly.

I haven't even had time to say that the odd guy has called.

Well, forget it.

I slumped my shoulders and opened the fridge to look.

There are a lot of things inside, but most of them are quick-frozen and ready-to-eat foods. Mr. Zhongyuan should not cook on fire.

But also, it's hard to imagine the other party cooking in an apron.

And the taste is very changeable. It seems that the person who bought it didn't know Mr. Nakahara's preferences, so he had to buy a little of all types.

I looked carefully, and finally I only took a carton of milk on the refrigerator door.

I poured the milk into the cup, and I glanced at the cooking table. Although I couldn't find white sugar for cooking, there seemed to be cube sugar for coffee on the cabinet.

Considering that this is in someone else's house, I reluctantly put only two yuan.

After drinking a glass of sweet milk, the empty stomach was finally soothed.

After washing the cups, I sat on the bay window in the living room and waited for the delivery. The afternoon sun made me drowsy.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, there was a slight sound of opening the door.

I was suddenly awakened, and quickly got up to open the door.

It's not a courier, is it the black-haired boy who delivered clothes to me just now?

But when the door opened, I found that standing outside the door was actually Mr. Zhongyuan who called me half an hour ago.

He glanced at me subconsciously, but then he seemed to realize that this action was impolite, and took the initiative to look away.

"...I'll come back and get some papers."

Zhong Yuanzhong also only told half the truth. He did have a few documents at home and forgot to take them away, but according to his usual personality, he might directly send his men to get them, and he would never go there by himself.

But today I don't know what's going on, the number of times that mackerel picked on him has skyrocketed, even Big Sister Hongye looked at him and hesitated to speak.

If it's just that, it's fine, even Chief Mori has become strange.

When he went to the office to report on work this morning, he found that the leader was looking at himself secretly with a very strange look.

What must be said is like looking at the same kind of eyes with emotion.

Although he respected the leader very much, Zhong Yuanzhong had to admit that he was disgusted by that look.

This caused Zhong Yuan to be quite irritable all day long.

So he simply used the excuse of coming back to get the documents to come out to breathe.

For some reason, Sister Hongye's face became even more strange when she heard that he was going home.

"The leader is just a special case, but we Mafia really can't do everything."

Nakahara Chuya: ... Huh? ? ?

Confused, he returned home and opened the door. Just as Zhong Yuan Zhongya put the key into the lock, the door suddenly opened by itself.

The conjurer girl who was picked up by him yesterday looked over from behind the door.

After seeing herself, the girl's eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly opened the door wide.

"Mr. Central Plains!"

Nakahara Chuya: ... really energetic.

It can only be said that he is indeed a conjurer, with such a big wound on his stomach, he is still full of anger after only one night.

I graciously introduced Mr. Zhongyuan to the door.

He was wearing a long black trench coat as usual, and he took off his coat as soon as he entered the door. The gray vest inside was very slim, which brought out the other party's slender waistline.

It may be that my gaze stayed for too long, and Nakahara Zhong also subconsciously looked over.

I quickly looked away: ...It's over, why do I look like a pervert.

But it can't be my fault, it's all because Mr. Zhong Yuan's dressing style is really good-looking, my DNA has moved.

And why is he still wearing a necklace like a big man, he is so good at it, I really want to ask him where he bought it.

Mr. Zhong Yuan didn't care either. He casually rolled up the sleeves of his shirt twice, and then took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet next to him.

The dark red translucent wine was slowly poured into the glass.

The mellow aroma of wine gently passed over the tip of the nose.

...It must be super expensive, worth the taste of ten sheets.

I was thinking wildly next to me.

"Is the wound better?" Mr. Zhongyuan asked me without raising his head, picking up a dozen documents on the table in the living room.

"It's much better." I nodded, and then added embarrassingly: "Thank you very much for yesterday, Mr. Zhongyuan for causing you trouble."

The other party didn't seem to take this matter to heart, he waved his hands, propped his elbows on the sofa, raised his eyes to look at me, and asked another question instead.

"So what about the curse spirit, has it been resolved?"

I was startled, and subconsciously looked at Mr. Zhongyuan's face.