Only 5t5 persecuted world

In the evening of midsummer, the evening wind blows, the siren gradually fades away under the burning clouds, and the flowing clouds flock the owner away.

"Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration High School... What a strange name, do conjurers also go to school?" Lin Qiaomei, who reunited with Lin Xianming, was much more lively, and asked Xue Jian Mie curiously.

She held her brother's hand, and Xue Jian Weizhi was walking beside her. The combination of a blonde beauty and two brunette beauties walked on the street with a high rate of turning heads.

The Internet-addicted boy Enida has been away from the Internet cafe he relied on for a long time. Like a fish thirsty for water, he found a nearby Internet cafe to take root, leaving Fu Heihui and three "beautiful sisters" walking together to be baptized by the eyes of passers-by, envious Jealousy and hate.

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Do you want this blessing?

"Of course you have to go to school." Hearing Lin Qiaomei's question, Xuejian Weizhi said very seriously, "Qiaomei, your thinking is very wrong, how can people not go to school?"

Without waiting for Lin Qiaomei to explain, Zhizhi's tone suddenly became heavy: "I know that in this era of rampant nine-year compulsory education, many people regard dropping out of school as a fashion."

For example, her best friend Osamu Dazai and the young Oda Sakunosuke who loves to be a father may not have even attended elementary school. The combined education of the two adults is not as good as Fukuro who just graduated from elementary school.

Together, the two of them lowered the average academic qualifications of the Armed Detective Agency, making Kunikida, a former math teacher, sigh with regret, and at one point ignited Zhizhi's fighting spirit to study, who was trying to avoid math remedial classes.

She bears the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the education of the detective agency!Never slack off!

"Then I was taken to the High School of Conjuration by Teacher Wutiao, and my academic qualifications plummeted, sad." Xuejian Weizhi said depressedly.

A dark cloud hung over her head, and those who heard it were sad and those who saw it wept.

"Qiaomei, you can't stop reading!" Zhizhi held Lin Qiaomei's hand, but looked at Lin Xianming, who was obviously a squid.

This smell... is the smell of dropping out of school!

"You are still young and don't know the insidiousness of society." Xuejian Weizhi, who is obviously several years younger than Lin Qiaomei, educates the siblings very seriously, "Do you all think that Mafia doesn't need to study? It's a big mistake! This Everything is a capitalist conspiracy!"

Zhizhi held his head high and held his chest high, telling a story of "The leader of Mafia is clearly a top student who graduated from Dongdae University but did not allow his subordinates to go to school. The five major cadres were all illiterate and were deceived into working hard for nothing. The organization's first IQ was responsible for not graduating from elementary school, so he quit in anger. Fortunately, the new owner, Mr. Fukuzawa, is kind and kind. There is no education requirement, otherwise you can only drink the Northwest Wind."

Modern people are hard to find a job. The competition in the Bodo killer industry is so fierce that you must have a degree to fight your way out.

Fu Heihui listened helplessly to Xue Jian Weizhi's nonsense, and began to recommend to Lin Xianming the mathematics teaching aids and sprint test papers she had done.

This friend's ability to bring goods is really top-notch, and he has already begun to think about how many layers of dividends the bookstore owner will give her.

Zhizhi was wronged.It's not that she didn't, don't talk nonsense, she just wants others to taste the pain of her being tortured by high numbers, what's wrong with Zhizhi?

"Hui, do you want to cut the test materials?" Seeing that Weizhi did not forget her little friend, she said affectionately, "I have kept the textbooks for the three years in junior high school, and the will of fire has been passed down from generation to generation. You must study hard and make progress every day." Don’t learn from the chairman of the Bingsheng Middle School next door who doesn’t do his job properly every day and only knows how to fight and kill.”

Zhizhi knows that you have been invited by the school to be a parent several times!

Fu Heihui's eyes were emptied, and all the distracting thoughts of the outside world were emptied, without sadness or joy.

Take a deep breath, inhale and exhale, exhale and inhale.The world is so beautiful, but he is so irritable, this is not good...

You can't beat her, Fu Heihui, calm down!

"Have you written the mission report?" Fu Heihui couldn't bear it anymore, and stabbed the knife into the most painful place of Xuejian Weizhi.

"We can still be friends if we don't mention the report." Xuejian Weizhi said gloomily, her raised tail drooping limply.

She didn't need to write, but since she didn't have an assistant supervisor to watch her, "window" didn't dare to say a word if she just fooled around.

Huoshaoyun above the sky spreads across half of Hakata, and the most active online community has activities such as "Punching Huoshaoyun" and "Looking for the Most Beautiful Miracle in Summer" all the way to the hot searches on the circle of friends, even the killer at work They all posed for photos with the clouds beside the corpse in a leisurely manner.

Happiness belongs to them, Zhizhi has nothing, and Zhizhi has to report their happiness and pain.

If it wasn't for Xue Jian Weizhi's wit to turn off the phone first, "Window"'s complaint calls might be so persistent that her phone's battery was exhausted.

"Let's talk about it after Mr. Wutiao and I report." Under the pressure of annoying paperwork, the little girl pretended to be an ostrich and shrank her neck. "Aren't we going to eat ramen now? Hurry up!"

Lin Xianming took them to a ramen shop that was highly praised in the killer's inner circle. After eating a bowl of ramen, at least five colleagues next to them fought fiercely because of business competition, and slapped their business cards in front of the middleman. ring.

"Except for killers who have channels to pick up business by themselves, most people have to rely on second-tier dealers to take orders and give them a certain commission." Lin Xianming helped them develop a mature killer business, "Except for middlemen who earn the difference, this business is still Quite profitable."

"When the killer's reputation is not obvious, it is a plus to have a good business card." People in the society said, "Generally, we will print our achievements on the business card."

"I heard that conjurers also have assignments designated by clients." Xuejian Weizhi bit her chopsticks and thought, "Do you need a beautiful resume if you want to take orders before your peers...I understand."

What do you unserstand?Fu Heihui's hand picking up noodles froze in mid-air.He instinctively felt that he shouldn't ask, but Zhi Zhi, who acted as Max, had already asked the boss for a pen and paper, and spread it on the table to write.

The header is the name and contact information, and the business scope is below.

"...Armed Detective Agency in Tokyo salesman Mie Yukimi is here to serve you. We have the most professional detectives and the most caring attitude. Whether it is looking for cats and dogs for extramarital affairs or exorcism, catching ghosts and dancing masters, we are always your misfortune The most reliable partner in life. [-]% off for the first order, no cap for more purchases, free after-sales service for five-star praise, action is worse than action, dear!"

Xue Jian Weizhi accepted the pen with satisfaction, and she solemnly handed over the handwritten business card to Lin Xianming: "Lin Lin, please take care of copying and distributing small advertisements!"

Lin Xianming accepted the business card with a confused face: "...ah, good."

"What are you doing again?" Fu Heihui tugged on Yukimi Mie's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"I'm realizing my dream." Xuejian Weizhi said without looking sideways, "Starting from earning the first start-up capital!"

"What is your dream?" Fu Heihui asked in a broken voice, "Become the king of small advertisements?"

Hey, is she such an unreliable and unambitious image in Hui's mind?Zhizhi was very hurt.

"My dream is to save the world." Yukimi said earnestly, "The premise of saving the world is to save mankind, and the first step in saving mankind is to find the person to be saved—is there a problem with my logic?"

There is no problem at all, so the first step to save the world is to send out small advertisements, with good reasons.

"Hui, you are still young, and you can't see the deep meaning behind my behavior." Yukimi Mie sighed, and she said worriedly while eating noodles, "The Maori Detective Agency in Mihua Town, the Baba Detective Agency in Hakata, There are many detective businesses in other cities... Today's society is a society saturated with detectives!"

"In order to grab business and expand the scope of business, each detective agency has eight immortals crossing the sea to show their special skills, and if they are too late, they will be shot to death on the beach by the waves." Zhizhi said with a sense of responsibility, "As the glorious successor of the armed detective agency How can I watch my family business being abandoned by the times and remain indifferent?!"

"Struggling to be a trend-setter of the times starts with young people. The ruler is old, and the branches are standing. For the future pension of the whole community, I must stand up!"

Xuejian Weizhi patted the table and stood up, facing the demented eyes of the people at the table, she said firmly: "Expanding the business is only the first step, one day I will open the armed detective agency all over Japan, and take a photo of the president's head Printed on banknotes and handed down to future generations!"

"Good! Be ambitious!" The manager of the ramen shop took the lead in applauding, the other tables applauded thunderously, and the customers who ate noodles put down their chopsticks and applauded thunderously.

"Thank you everyone, the first order is [-]% off, buy more and get more free." Zhizhi bowed proudly, sat down again and continued eating noodles.

"It's been a long time since I've seen such an interesting little girl. I'll give you a free table today. Come back again after having a good meal!" The store manager waved his hand and added another topping to Xuejian Weizhi's bowl.

"Pork bone ramen Sai Gao." Zhizhi bit the char siu contentedly, and she calmly reached out and patted Fu Hei Hui, who was about to bury her head in the bowl, "Does Hui also want to eat char siew? I can share it with you."

"No, stay away from me, I want to be quiet." Fu Heihui covered his face, his voice was weak, "Don't you feel ashamed at all?"

"I don't think so." Xuejian Weizhi ate noodles happily, "Teacher Wutiao will definitely be more excited than me here."

It makes sense, Fu Heihui realized it.

Under the background of unreliable teachers and senior sisters, the most normal him has become the most abnormal person, incompatible with Mina Sang, lonely, weak and helpless.

"It's this world that's wrong, not me." Brother Fu Hei seemed to have been opened up to the two channels of Ren and Du. The mobile phone lying in his pocket automatically turned without wind. Heihui's remarks:

Stir-fried sea urchin with hot pepper→stir-fried sea urchin with hot pepper (blackened)

Fu Heihui, who was only promoted to the second grade of junior high school in two years, was polluted by Xuejian Weizhi, a patient at the end of the second grade, and awakened the second grade disease early.

Alert Level [-], your friend "Youth Rebellion" is online.

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"Qiaomei." The women's clothing boss held the hand of the only normal sister present, "You can't become like this."

The cute little sister has no rebellious period, go away, you pollution sources stay away from his sister——

After eating the ramen, Lin Xianming's friend Zenji Baba brought the siblings home with a gift for Mie Yuki.

Zhi Zhi looked at the head of the horse farm detective agency seriously: I checked his eyes, he was a business grabber.

Sooner or later, she will build the Armed Detective Agency into the top detective agency in the world. All her peers are ghosts and monsters, but Wu Detective is the only one who is the only one in the world!

President!Please watch her!

On the roof of the Armed Detective Agency, Fukuzawa Yukichi, who was standing with his arms folded, was blown tousled by the wind. Against the wind, he asked in a deep voice, "Wind, what are you telling me?"

The wind said: Take care of the children———

Downstairs, Edogawa, who was nestled in a chair and ate rough snacks, pushed his glasses indiscriminately. He and Osamu Dazai looked at him curiously: "I don't know why, I think I may become an idol in the future."

The kind that was forced to debut and couldn't get off work.

Osamu Dazai said quite entertainingly: "Then, it must be Zhie's fault."

"Indeed." Edogawa Ranpo nodded affirmatively, and he condemned, "It was you who led her into ruin."

Injustice, Xiaotu Zaizhi injustice.

"Except for this detective, she spends the most time with you Dazai in the detective agency. It wasn't you who spoiled her, could it be me?" Edogawa Ranpo stared at Dazai Osamu with cold green eyes.

In the detective agency, no one can tell the fault of famous detectives!

Daily paddling and fishing is not a job, and half of the salary comes from the commission completed by Edogawa Ranpo. Osamu Dazai raised his hand and surrendered.

"Okay." He sighed pretendingly, "Who made Zhizhi my direct disciple? I even taught her my own unique skills."

"Lululu, you can't die for love alone, but two people can do it~" The black-haired girl hummed and jumped up and down, and the lights on the side of the road elongated her shadow, like the infinite extension of distance.

Saying goodbye to the Lin Lin brothers and sisters, Yukimi Mie and Fuguro Megumi catch the late-night train back to Tokyo.

Megumi Fukuro walked behind Mie Yukimi with the mentaiko she brought for Tsumiki and the Hakata specialty chicken buns Gojo Satoru ordered, listening to her repeating the lyrics back and forth.

My ears are getting calloused, can't I sing another sentence?Fu Heihui couldn't help asking.

"No, because Zhijun can only sing this sentence." Xuejian Weizhi said very regretfully.

"Song of Die Love", Lyricist: Dazai Osamu, Composer: Dazai Osamu, Singer: Dazai Osamu.

He is omnipotent in blowing, playing, playing and singing, and he deserves to be called the Yokohama Yangko star.

Zhizhi's musical talent came from Dazai Osamu's influence. This pair of evil friends once conspired to form a group to sing and perform at the gate of Lihai to make a living.

"Are you short of money?" Fu Heihui looked at Zhizhi's eyes when he heard about it: No wonder she is very fond of Wutiaowu and a 25 shirt. I'm afraid she has already found a home in Xianyu and is only waiting for Wutiaowu. Pack and clear the warehouse in one fell swoop on a business trip.

"...No." Zhizhi was silent, pleading for himself, "I was just confiscated by the president of my pocket money, and it was Zhijun who exploded his mailbox because of too many credit bills."

So apart from the bills, Osamu Dazai had to pay for an extra mailbox. Where would the money come from if he didn't do the show himself?

Poverty makes people good at singing and dancing, but paying off debts makes people mad.

Brother Fuhei, you are still too young to have endured the beatings of life.

"Come here, and say hello to Tsumiki for me."

Separated from Fu Heihui at the crossroads, Yukimi Mie took the chicken buns and walked home alone.

The night falls, and the bright stars hang high above the sky, overlooking the silent world.

The phone ringing broke the icy silence, Yukimi Weizhi took out the phone: "Hello?—Teacher Wutiao!"

Her tone suddenly became cheerful, and she lightly stepped on her own shadow with her toes.

"Yes, yes, it's Good-looking-guy Wutiao teacher." The man's frivolous and laughing voice came through the electromagnetic waves, and was stained with rustling magnetism. I was called by 'window' and spoke harshly."

Of course it wasn't Gojo Satoru himself who answered the complaint call, Yizhi Jiegao was caught in the middle and was tossed unclearly.

"Window" felt bitter, one Wujo Wutiao was enough to toss, how could the students he taught be carved out of the same mold as him?

Said it a thousand times - before the fight!Clearance!Pay off!Don't bother with logistics!

"It's pretty smooth..." Zhizhi looked away guiltily, and then said confidently, "The teacher didn't teach me how to pay the bill, it's the fault of Teacher Wutiao."

That's right, that's exactly the case, how can you criticize an elementary school chick who has only stepped into the magic world for more than a month?Isn't she much more considerate than when Gojo Satoru was a student?

Gojo Wu really doesn't think there is anything wrong with Zhizhi, isn't it just that the scene is bigger and there are more hot searches.The little girl encountered a special curse spirit for the first time on a mission, and she completed the mission beautifully. What's wrong with being a little self-willed?

He didn't take the "window"'s accusation seriously, and he seemed much more relaxed when talking to Xuejian Weizhi, and asked casually like a normal person: "I also read Boduo's hot search, so beautiful Huoshaoyun, it is a manifestation of Zhizhi's magic power leaking ?"

"Yeah." Xuejian Weizhi said slightly depressed, "I was a little angry after seeing the information, so I just..."

Her spell power is a faithful display of her own will, the anger that appeared in her mind came too fast and too fast, and the clouds in the burning sky truly reflected her master's displeasure.

"Hakata's special curse fetus has been exterminated, and there are no casualties. That scumbag was taken away by the police." Yukimi Mie briefly described the mission process to Gojo Satoru, "The reimbursement fee for the intelligence dealer will be paid, So I didn't leave my teacher's number."

Zhizhi is just a little poor man who spends all his pocket money on sweets and gets confiscated from time to time because of too much sugar intake. Of course, Gojo Satoru is responsible for mission funds!

"Have you run out of pocket money?" Gojo Gojo said jokingly, "The Exorcising Curse Spirits are paid, and they will be issued after the report is approved."

"Really?" Zhizhi danced happily, "I have the motivation to write a report! I will write it when I get home!"

She doesn't hate paperwork anymore, by the way, can I get reimbursed for the fare, meal and information?Wool does not pluck and white does not pluck.

Hearing the little girl's chirping questions, Gojo Satoru intentionally teased her a few words, and promised in a good mood: "Okay, I'll report it to you. Do Zhizhi eat Xijiufu? Sendai's famous product, super delicious, I will I especially recommend the edamame whipped cream flavor.”

"Okay! Is the teacher coming back?" the girl asked briskly, "I brought chicken buns for the teacher."

"Hakata's chicken buns? I haven't eaten them for a long time." Gojo Satoru said regretfully, "But I can't go back for a while, so I can only eat them for me."

"Teacher Wutiao is so busy... Well, the chicken buns are mine." The voice on the other end of the phone was a little lost, but then he became happy again, "Is the blueberry cheese in the refrigerator mine too? Is that right?"

Gojo Satoru recalled the unfinished stock in the refrigerator, feeling heartbroken like cutting flesh and bleeding, hating overtime work like never before.

A few days before Xue Jian Weizhi and Fu Heihui went to Hakata, Gojo Gogo went back, because the time was too short to meet her, leaving only the sweets in the refrigerator to represent that he had been here.

Gojo Satoru waited in line for a long time to buy the blueberry cheesecake in the center of the refrigerator!Originally, I was going to finish the mission and go back to eat, but who knew that things in Sendai had just subsided, and troubles occurred in other places, and the business trip time increased again.

No holidays, no sweets, Gojo Satoru's heart was bleeding after being hit hard by overtime.

He was already very heartbroken, and the bad boy on the other end of the phone continued to stab him in both sides.

"I'm home. Wow, a whole blueberry cheesecake is waiting for me in the refrigerator, as well as egg tarts, mousse ice cream, milk boxes... Hey, there are still leftovers from the cream puffs I bought last time." Zhizhi gave Wujo Wujo reported the name of the dish when she couldn't eat it. She held the phone on her shoulder and brought the cake box to the coffee table.

"Start writing the report now." Xuejian Weizhi spread out the pen and paper, and simultaneously broadcast the report to Wujo Wu, "Before writing, have a bite of cake, ahhh."

Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, and took the food and broadcast phone away from himself.

Soft and sandy cream, little lantern-like blueberries are dotted on the cake body, the same color jam outlines a seductive luster, and chocolate beans roll around.Sliced ​​yellow peach and pineapple flesh are hidden in the pale yellow cake, surrounded by a layer of sweet and delicate maple syrup.

The cake has been frozen in the refrigerator, and the taste is cold. In the hot summer, the icy taste spreads from the throat all the way to the whole body. It is sweet but not greasy, and it has the magic power to make people eat it in one sitting.

The little mouse stole food openly at home, mouthful after mouthful, and the cream stuck to his rosy lips and was sucked away by the tip of his tongue.She ate so happily, a little milky white on the tip of her nose dangled with her briskly swaying body, and she didn't care to wipe it off with the back of her hand.

Even the cake on the spoon was licked by her contentedly, the slight sound of water stains was transmitted to the ears of the man thousands of miles away by the mobile phone with excellent radio, and the appetite in her belly seemed to be sharply aroused by a sharp silver hook , and even the whole stomach hurts like heartburn.

"I'm hungry." Gojo Satoru said in pain while leaning back on the swivel chair, covering his eyes with his hands.