As a coser, I am revising the script every day

Because the farce caused was too huge, it directly alarmed the principal Noctua Moth, who was doing the magic skeleton in retreat, and Noctumoth Zhengdao was both disgusted and worried, and led people to rescue the three of them.

Ye Mo rubbed his temples, looked at the wounds on the three of them, and said with a headache, "It doesn't count that Youruto is on the high-level blacklist, do you two want to try it too?"

Yoshino Junpei, who was only slightly injured, said, "No, it's just..."

He just wanted to kill the real person, a sharp look flashed in his lowered eyes.

Noctua Masamichi sighed with a bit of a headache, instead of looking at Yoshino Junpei's hesitant expression, he turned his head to look at Nanami Kento who was sitting on the side.

The suit on Jianren Qihai's body was completely damaged, but he didn't particularly care about it, he just lowered his head gently, his glasses slipped a little, and they rested on the bridge of his nose, making his eyes look indescribably soft .

Knotabagi Youroto lay in his arms and closed his eyes.

Noctua walked towards Jianren Qihai on the right path, knelt down opposite him, looked at Yuzu Yuren, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "This child seems to have never been calm since he came to the college. Pass."

Jianren Qihai didn't look up, he just said: "It shouldn't be like this."

As soon as this sentence came out, both of them fell silent.

Jianren Qihai knew that his words were too harsh, and he was a little rude, so he closed his eyes tiredly.

But even with his eyes closed, the overwhelming blood still spread in front of him. He was walking in a pool of blood, with nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide, surrounded by familiar faces.

He looked at the face of his former friend, Hui Yuanxiong who was close at hand.

After so many years, they have all changed from teenagers to mature adults, only Huiyuanxiong stayed in that summer forever, still looking like a teenager.

All Qihai Jianren's focus on the past was focused on that short and sultry summer.

It was hard for him not to miss that past.

It's also hard not to think, when will this mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire no longer need immature teenagers to fill the paved road with their bodies?

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When Shui Jiangyi woke up, he found himself lying gloriously in the infirmary again.

The light on the ceiling was very dazzling. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to block it, but he didn't expect that there was something tied on his hand. As soon as he moved, he made a sound. Shui Jiangyi followed his line of sight and found that it was a small silver bell. It hangs on his wrist.

He reached out his hand curiously to touch it, and just as he stretched out his hand, he felt the blow of life. The pain in his right shoulder seemed to have suffered a heavy trauma.

"Hiss hiss." Shui Jiangyi curled up in pain, "It hurts!"

"Do you still know it hurts?" Yarui Nigzi, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up, walked to the side of the pink-haired boy's bed with a cold expression, and muttered, "Youren, tell me, how long will I go out? One night? No, it didn't arrive in three hours, how could you be so capable and hurt me all over again."

It was faster and heavier than Gojo Satoru's injury.

When I witnessed Wujo Wu's youth, I felt that Wujo Wu was already a ruthless character, and I was a little bit annoyed.

All of them are still so young, why don't they take their lives seriously?

The pink-haired boy raised his hand and wanted to scratch the back of his head, but when he didn't touch it, he howled again. He looked at Jia Ruzi with innocent eyes and begged for mercy: "I didn't mean it either."

At that time, he really just thought that Yoshino Junpei was still in the process of flirting with the real person, and he planned to educate him well after Junpei came back, scare him once, and tell him not to do this in the future, absolutely no Thinking that Junping's way is so wild, he directly dragged Jianren Qihai together...

Kill the real person.

It's hard for Shui Jiangyi not to be emotional, this person is more wild from the original book, as if he only thought about how to save people, but after the real person died, he did put down a big stone.

The real person is the number one killer in his memory, and now Shui Jiangyi realizes that he wants to light a firecracker to celebrate.

Speaking of which, the pink-haired boy asked with concern: "Qi Haihai, is he alright?"

Jia Ruozi knocked his forehead angrily: "You are the one with the most serious injury. Obviously, your legs and feet are inconvenient, and you have to hold on. Before your body is healed, let me tell you, except for the infirmary. , you can't go anywhere!"

The pink-haired boy covered his head and complained pitifully, "Can't you even go out?"

"that's not allowed."

The one who answered him was not the smuggler, but Gojo Satoru who just came back from outside.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the door, with a smile on his lips, showing danger: "If Youruto is injured again, it will not only be as simple as being locked up in the infirmary, but I will take care of it myself."

His tone was soft and sweet, as if he was coaxing people, but the murderous aura inside made the pink-haired boy shrink back, and he said angrily: "I know, I know, I must obey Teacher Wu Tiao's words, and I will never commit any crimes! "

"I hope so." Gojo Satoru walked in slowly carrying a food box, put them on the bedside table, and laid them out one by one, "This is what Junpei asked me to bring to you."

Junpei.

The pink-haired boy pursed his lips. Looking at the tempting eel in front of him, he couldn't help thinking of the tears that fell on his shoulders under the flickering lights last night, almost scalding him: "Shunping, he doesn't Come by yourself?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged, and said with a playful smile, "Well, he went on a mission with Huihui."

"Ah." Shui Jiangyi nodded, it was true that he didn't want to see himself, it was probably because he was scared by showing his temper yesterday, this is a normal thing.

His attitude towards Junpei has always been very gentle before, almost coaxing him to talk to him, the next time we meet...

"Why, why do you put on such a sad expression?" Gojo Satoru was amused by the sad expression of the pink-haired boy, touched his chin and said with emotion, "Children of fifteen or sixteen are so easily hurt Is it?"

Shui Jiangyi, who was laughed at, was taken aback for a moment. He looked at Gojo Wu's teasing cheeks, his ears were a little red, and he was a little embarrassed by what he said, but he insisted and asked: "What's the matter? Isn't it the same when the teacher used to be like this?" Is it?"

Gojo Satoru dismissed it, and said proudly, "I was never like you in the past."

"Eh?" Gojo Goku seldom talked about his past, Shui Jiangyi asked curiously, "Then Mr. Gojo, what were you like before?"

Before that, Shui Jiangyi occasionally heard about Wutiaowu's past from Jia Ruozi.

He's very reckless, very shameless, always doing things wrong because he is very powerful, and every time Principal Ye Moth gets so angry that his hair falls out.

Jia Ruozi sneered: "Him? He's almost on the verge of going to the house, if it wasn't for..."

Her voice stopped suddenly, and Shui Jiangyi looked at Jiarui Nitro curiously, hoping that Jiarui Nitro would say a little more, Gojo Satoru directly pinched the tip of Shui Jiangyi's nose.

Gently, like a superficial touch.

Shui Jiangyi heard Gojo Satoru say with a smile: "Once upon a time, I was a very lucky person."

The one who has a bond with him is a very gentle person.

Gojo Satoru had never had any conflicts with him, and every time Gojo Satoru just started, he started to hold Gojo Satoru and started stroking.

So probably because of the smooth sailing in his relationship, even though he experienced a lot of things afterwards, even though he was burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Watching the people around me pass away one by one, standing on the cusp of the storm as the strongest, working hard to protect others, facing the curse spirit every day when I open my eyes, I can't relax for a moment during the task, It doesn't matter.

He was a very lucky person, because at that time, there was a guy by his side who allowed him to stop and rest for a while, and this was his eternal confidence.

That guy would always smile at him calmly, carrying a bottle of orange soda, and when he walked up to him, he squeezed the soda to ice his cheeks, raised his eyebrows and smiled very much: "Today The strongest Wujou-sama, where do you want to go to save people? Can you take me with you?"

Gojo Satoru still remembers the brown afterglow of the sun falling on the corners of his lips.

That was the scenery that he never saw again after he missed the year when he was 17 years old.