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Of course, it was said to be a negotiation, but in fact there was no right to ask for it at all. Gojo Satoru's hand was on his head now, if he didn't agree, then he was going to die now.

An obscure light flashed in Yan Suo's eyes, and he said, "Okay, we can make a bet, but how do I know if you will cheat?"

Wujo Wu glanced at him, and immediately understood that he was hiding his thoughts, he smiled and said: "In your spiritual knowledge, don't worry, if I really want to do something, what should I do now? Standing here negotiating with you, but now beat you to half-mutilation, you say, is it more convenient for me?"

Lisuo trembled in fright at Wujou's tone. During this period of time, he had a deep understanding of Wujowu's general insanity. He didn't even have a normal nerve.

After he let out a deep breath, he opened the sea of ​​spiritual knowledge: "Everything wins or loses."

"Everything is determined by him."

Gojo Wu let go of the hand holding his head, and dragged the rope into Xia Youjie's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The icy cold rain fell on Gojo Wu's face. It was not heavy, but it was a very comfortable spring rain. Gojo Wu opened his eyes.

He was sitting cross-legged at the place where he used to practice spells with Xia Youjie. The ground was already wet with traces of rain. Presumably it had been raining for a while, Wujo Wu stood up , wanting to go to Xia Youjie's bedroom.

Xia Youjie doesn't like rainy days very much. This is what Gojo Wu guessed from his years of experience with him. Every time it rains, Xia Youjie will hide in the dormitory, turn on the deadly air conditioner, and roll up The quilt sleeps in the dark with the newly released game console, and will not open the door of the dormitory until the rain stops.

But Gojo Satoru didn't expect that he had just walked two steps, and saw Xia Youjie wearing casual short-sleeved sleeves not far away, holding an umbrella, walking towards him slowly, his hair tied up in a troublesome way With a ball head and a white plastic bag in his left hand.

Gojo Wu's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he looked at Xia Youjie who was walking towards him without blinking.

If it wasn't for the rain that fell on his cheeks and slid down his browbones, and the wet painting in his misty eyes was a little stinging, he almost thought he had fallen into a dream called the past, in Xia Youjie In the first year of leaving, Wujo Satoru, who lost his best friend, had dreams all the year round.

In the dream, it is often a dreary rainy day, the rain is very heavy, he and Xia Youjie are grabbing quilts and playing games in the air-conditioned dormitory, like two ordinary high school students, all kinds of magic spirits and monkeys Far, far away from them.

Someone flicked his forehead suddenly, the perpetrator withdrew his hand, glanced at Wujo Wu strangely, took out a brand new white towel from a plastic bag and hung it on Wujo Wu's hair, the umbrella naturally tilted towards Wujo Wu Leaving aside the past, the hand pressed on the white towel naturally began to help Gojo Satoru wipe it.

Xia Youjie said naturally: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the dormitory? Why are you staying here in the rain?"

It's warm fingers.

Gojo Wu looked at Xia Youjie. At this time, he was as tall as Xia Youjie, and he could easily look at each other. The familiar expression in the other's eyes was full of youthful spirit, which made Wujo Wu feel unconscious. At the age of 17, I complained naturally: "Who told you to run far away suddenly?"

Xia Youjie worked tirelessly to wipe his hair for Wutiao Wuda Young Master, while listening to his complaints, he said obediently: "Yes, yes, even if you told me to go to the dessert shop because it was too difficult to line up, I shouldn't go all of a sudden. queue."

"Ah." Wutiao Wu, who had no previous reminders, didn't think of this at all. When Xia Youjie said this, he subconsciously scratched the back of his head and started to play dumb, "Well, Jie, you seem to be like this." Complaining to me."

Xia Youjie snorted and glanced at Gojo Wu vaguely, "Then congratulations, you guessed right."

Gojo Wu's hair was frizzed, but he didn't care, and said to Xia Youjie, "Don't you like rainy days? Why did you suddenly decide to help me go to the dessert shop?"

Seeing that he was almost done, Xia Youjie put a white towel around Wutiaowu's neck, and said lazily, "That's because on the way back from a mission yesterday, you insisted that this mission was all yours." At most, if I want to compensate you well, I must also compensate you with the newly opened edamame Daifuku in the newly opened dessert shop."

Hearing what was said earlier, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face gradually increased, it was indeed something he would do before.

When they were on missions before, most of the family members could only be left-behind children and stayed in the college. Watching him and Xia Youjie wandering around various mission locations together, the magic spirits at that time were not as dense as they were later. Most of the month, he and Xia Youjie only need to go on five or six missions.

Every time Gojo Wu will take the task of arranging the tents to Xia Youjie as a matter of course, and then happily choose this curse spirit, ugly maverick, who can be subdued by Xia Youjie. Although this curse spirit is not so scary, it is very capable , can also be subdued by Xia Youjie.

The whole thing is like choosing a concubine, every time after the concubine is finished, she eagerly hands it to Xia Youjie, waiting for Xia Youjie's compliment.

Then Xia Youjie would prepare a lot of desserts to coax Wujo Wu when he went back.

It's just that at the end of the two new arrivals that Xia Youjie put a lot of weight on, Wujo Wu's eyes dimmed slightly, and under the umbrella supported by Xia Youjie, he followed Xia Youjie's footprints and walked back to the dormitory step by step , raised his head while walking and said proudly: "What? Don't you like the curse spirit I gave you this time?"

Xia Youjie laughed out loud, and said in disgust, "It's not a question of liking or disliking, but why the curse spirit was so ugly last time, why can it be so ugly this time?"

Gojo Wu's eyes drifted away from Xia Youjie's smiling face for three seconds, and then quickly withdrew: "Ah, what a pity, Jie's aesthetics are so poor."

Maodou Daifuku emerged five years later in this timeline. The snack that 17-year-old Xia Youjie often bought to coax him was ice cream puffs. Half of it, Gojo Satoru used all of it to harm Xia Youjie while playing games.

Later, when he ate edamame daifuku for the first time, Gojo Satoru first felt that the taste of this dessert was so special, and the second feeling was that this sweetness of Xia Youjie was probably acceptable.

It's a pity that this emotion has been buried deep in Gojo Satoru's memories, and no one knows.

Gojo Wujo thought, it turns out that I was not the only one who felt regretful in those ten years, right?

……

Shui Jiangyi had a rare good sleep, he didn't even have a dream, and when he woke up, he felt a lot lighter mentally.

Thinking about going to face Fu Heihui and the others later, it was unexpectedly not so difficult.

Shui Jiangyi thought, since I did something wrong, I should make up for it, and make up for as much as I can before leaving.

Before he opened his eyes, he had thought up a bunch of manuscripts to be read and recited, but when he opened his eyes, he found that the infirmary was empty, not even a single person.

Shui Jiangyi, who has a strong desire to express himself: ...

Fortunately, the wheelchair was on the side, Shui Jiangyi tossed himself onto the wheelchair with all his strength, then covered his thin legs with a thin blanket, and slowly pushed the wheelchair towards the place where the noise was the loudest.

It must have rained heavily yesterday, and many fallen leaves fell on the ground downstairs, but today’s weather is very clear, like the dawn after the storm has passed, the dull dark clouds have been washed by the blue sky into a soft and white appearance, the morning light Slightly exudes a bright golden light.

The most noisy place is Gojo Satoru's teacher's office. Although this place has no special purpose, Gojo Satoru may not work there once a year, but the inside is cleaned very clean, the door is wide open, and the water Jiang Yi heard the voices inside almost effortlessly.

"Master Wutiao is missing!" This is Yidizhi's voice, and Yidizhi looked at Jia Ruzi in a panic, "Yesterday I sent a message to Master Wutiao that I was about to go on a mission, but at that time Master Wutiao ignored me at all, and then today When I called Wutiao-sama in the morning to confirm whether the task was carried out, he didn't answer the phone."

Jia Ruozi, who had an ominous premonition yesterday, only felt her head ache even more. She glanced at Yidizhi, signaling Yidizhi not to panic, and then slowly swept her gaze over the three people standing quietly on one side, and finally It fell on Fu Heihui.

"Fu Hei, have you been in touch with Wu recently?"

Fu Heihui frowned and shook his head: "The last contact was a week ago. He asked me if I was in trouble. After I said no, I never contacted him again."

"Tsk." Jiarui Nitzi rubbed his temples, thinking silently in his heart, if Wujo Wu appeared in front of her now, she would definitely cut Wujo Wu into pieces directly, so don't worry about him just going on a mission. Shit.

She took a deep breath, and before she could say another word, Fu Heihui spoke.

"Let's keep it a secret for now. If the news of the teacher's disappearance is leaked out, there will be a lot of trouble. If the teacher's task is to be completed by me, Kizaki and Yoshino."

This is also a way, first let Fu Heihui and the others delay for a while, and then hurry up and let people find Wujo Wu.

Jia Ruozi nodded.

"Can I go too?" Shui Jiangyi stood up holding the door, and asked in a low voice, "Can I go with Huihui and the others for this mission?"

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