A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

After finishing the lessons and tasks in the morning, Xia Youjie resolutely abandoned Gojo Satoru, who was surrounded by troubles, and came to the sealing room to watch Dream Weaving.

From last night to today's noon, almost half a day has passed. According to the amount of information that Gotjo Satoru said he entered, Zhimeng, who is temporarily placed in the sealing room, should have woken up.

After opening the door of the sealing room, Xia Youjie saw Weaving Dream soberly.

The Fen Shan boy with long hair half tied back by flower branches looked up at the door, clutching the black rope around his neck with both hands, with a gloomy expression, apparently trying to escape but failing.

The smile on Xia Youjie's face faded immediately.

Do you just want to escape like that... The tall figure at the door walked in, closed the door with his backhand, and the entire sealing room regained its dim environment.

Seeing who it was, Zhimeng's pupils shrank slightly, and he grasped the rope around his neck with both hands, tensing up unconsciously.

This conjurer who can subdue curse spirits for his own use——

"Weaving dreams."

The tall black-haired young man squatted down, looked at the Fen Shan boy in front of him with a nostalgic expression, and stretched out his hand to him.

"Welcome back."

Then his outstretched hand felt empty, Zhimeng turned his head and hid.

The lost hand paused in the air, Xia Youjie continued to touch it without changing his face.

He asked gently, "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Zhimeng turned her head to resist: "Stay away from me!"

Then he was touched by warm palms on his face.

The temperature of the hand was cold, not the original warmth... His eyes were dark, and the black-haired young man looked down at him with a smile, as if he hadn't heard his resistance.

"Is it cold, Zhimeng?"

Would it be sad to live without them?

Zhimeng, who didn't avoid it, looked at him like a fool.

But in the end, because he didn’t want to offend the magician who can subdue the curse spirit with this spell, the Fenshan Curse Spirit swallowed the sarcasm on his lips, relying on the favorability of the other party who seemed to recognize him as someone else, tentatively ask.

"I'm cold, can you take me out of here?"

Staying in the sealed room full of spells is really uncomfortable, making people irritable and want to destroy!

Even if he can't escape for the time being, he still wants to stay in a different environment!

Then, he was pressed against a strong chest by the hand on his face that wrapped his shoulders.

Weaving Dream:? ? !

A pleasant voice came from my ear: "Since it's cold, come to my arms to keep warm."

Zhimeng: ...This person is sick.

"It's been a long time since today is like this."

The black-haired conjurer who was holding him sighed, and even hugged him a lot tighter.

Being hugged tightly by him, Zhimeng suddenly remembered Gojo Gojo's suffocating embrace, but at this moment, he felt very sympathetic to the person who looked similar to him.

There is such a friend who always likes to hug people to death, that person must be very pitiful!

With this in mind, when Xia Youjie tried to ask him what he was thinking, Zhimeng answered casually.

"I was thinking, the person you think of me as is so pitiful—he couldn't be hugged to death by you like that?"

In that case, it would not only be pitiful but miserable!

Xia Youjie fell silent for a moment.

Leaving aside the fact that Zhimeng always regards himself as a substitute, even this kind of brain circuit is also very strange-who would hug his friend to death!

But this kind of strange and familiar brain circuit made Xia Youjie couldn't help laughing, and his mood was rare in these years.

"As expected of Weaving Dreams."

Still the same as before, sometimes people can't guess his thoughts at all, so that he and Wu are often defeated by his natural and strange brain circuit.

Weaving Dream:? ? ?

This man is really sick.

"How long have you been awake, can you tell me?"

The black-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the ground put his head on the neck of the person in his arms, not paying attention to Zhimeng's silence, and sighed together.

"After so many years, Zhimeng still doesn't seem to have changed at all."

I don't know if it's the reason why he died that year, time seems to be frozen on Zhimeng.Whether it is in the crystal coffin or in the state of the curse spirit, weaving dream is as young as before, with the same face, and even the personality has not changed much.

On the contrary, he and Wu have changed a lot in these years.Not only in appearance, but also in personality.

Enlightenment now looks frivolous and unserious, and has no sense of distance to people, and is still very naive, but after all, he is much more mature and reliable than before, and has become the reliance of many magicians.

He...he has also changed, and he will never go back to the time when he truly carried the safety of the non-magician on his shoulders, and his every move is just.

He also learned to be indifferent to those non-artists who don't know the so-called so-called, and learned to fake a fake smile.

The best trio at the beginning, now seems to only leave Zhimeng still in place, alone in the place where they can never go back no matter how they look back.

Time... is really cruel.

After the morning class, when the students of the high school went to the cafeteria to eat together, Yoshino Junpei received a call from the landline at home.

His complexion changed slightly. When the students around him looked over, he smiled embarrassedly and said it was his mother's call. After receiving the sudden stares of others, he went to the side to answer the phone.

Then, Yoshino Junping, who was listening to the phone, turned ugly. After hanging up the phone, he apologized to his classmates very sorry, saying that his mother was injured, and he wanted to go home to take care of her, and asked Fuguro Megumi and Nagasaki Yamei to help Fake.

The students all gave their understanding, and enthusiastically asked if they should go to help together.

Yoshino Junpei was very moved and refused, and left in a hurry after saying goodbye to his classmates.

After this little episode, seeing another classmate missing, the other students couldn't help but think of Yuzu Yujin, who had not been rescued so far, and worried about his safety.

Although the teachers said that even if the knotweed was taken away, their lives would not be in danger for the time being, but they should still be worried.

Fu Heihui blamed himself very much, thinking that he was the one who failed to entangle Hua Yu at that time so that the other party got it, and he was the one who killed the knotweed and was taken away——

"Don't blame yourself, Fuhei, everyone didn't expect such a thing to happen, it's not your fault."

Seeing his remorse, Yi Gu Youtai comforted him.

At the sister school exchange meeting, because there were too many students in the Tokyo school, he and Nanako Mimiko didn't play, but gave the opportunity to the younger generation.

After the knotweed was taken away, he also thought that it would be great if he also participated in the exchange meeting, so that he could protect the younger generations...but he could only think about it.

It is useless to regret what has happened, but to make up for it as much as possible.

Nanako also comforted him: "Don't blame yourself, Fu Hei, maybe the knotweed will come back soon."

Others cast their gazes one after another, and Mimiko followed her sister's words: "Well, brother Zhimeng was brought back to the high school by Teacher Wutiao...Will Ju Lingfang exchange the knotweed stick for brother Zhimeng?"

This is a good question.

and--

If there is such a dynasty, did Wu Tiao choose Cloud Weaving Dream?Or choose knotweed?

Thinking of something, everyone present fell silent.

...that's a good question too.

After Xia Youjie came and was hurriedly called away by a phone call, Zhimeng hadn't heaved a sigh of relief when the sealing room ushered in a new guest.

Compared with the previous guest who insisted on holding him in his arms for most of the day when he came, this later guest, Zhimeng decided to like her as soon as he entered the door——

Because the woman in the white coat who came in was holding a large bouquet of delicate and beautiful flowers, and approached and handed it to him.

"Give it to you."

Suddenly receiving a large bouquet of fresh flowers in the irritating and uncomfortable sealing room, Zhimeng's original bad mood instantly rose.

He took it decisively, with a particularly sincere tone: "Thank you!"

Looking at the Fenshan boy sitting cross-legged on the cushion, holding Huaxi and smiling, his gloomy appearance was completely gone, and Jiarui Nizi also smiled.

"The fact that I like flowers has not changed."

Zhimeng, who was in a good mood, no longer stingyly responded: "Of course I like flowers that are so beautiful!"

Does that person also like flowers?What a vision.

"Do you like the dessert?" The brown-haired woman in a white coat held the cardboard box in her other hand.

"This is a very popular dessert recently, do you want to try it?"

With the favorability bonus of sending flowers, Zhimeng tasted the dessert with dignity and answered the other party's questions.

"Still remember me?"

Zhimeng looked at her strangely: "Isn't it the first time we met?"

Jia Ruozi was silent for a moment: "Then you...do you still remember how you became a curse spirit?"

"When you wake up, you will be a curse spirit. How do you remember this?"

While eating dessert, Zhimeng answered casually.

Immediately, he looked up at the woman in front of him: "Do you also regard me as that person?"

"Then do you think you are?" Jia Ruozi asked back.

Zhidao thought for a while, swallowed the dessert in his mouth and shook his head: "I don't know either."

"The excitement when those two people saw me was not fake, nor was their happiness, and what they said didn't seem fake, but—"

"It's not a lie that I don't have them in my memory!"

Zhimeng bit the spoon and looked at her: "So, in your opinion, which of us is fake?"

The family into the nitro was silent.

That's right, when both parties think that they are not fake, which party is it that admits it is wrong?

"It's the first time we met, I'm a slut."

The brown-haired woman in a white coat suddenly smiled and held out her hand to him.

"can we be friends?"

Since you can't tell the difference, let's start over.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhimeng took her hand.

Accompanied by the sound of the chain being lifted and pulled by the wrist, it was the boy's slightly regretful voice.

"If you were a curse spirit, we would be best friends."

The family entered the glass and was stunned.

At this moment, she suddenly understood that the biggest obstacle standing between them and Zhimeng——

It's a position!

Humans and curse spirits are destined to be impossible to be on the same side.

Just like now, an insurmountable gap has been drawn between them and Weaver Dream——

Holding Zhimeng's hand, Jiajin Nizi was no longer happy at all.

After completing the task, Xia Youjie, who bought a bouquet of flowers and planned to make Zhimeng happy, received a call from Jiarui Nizi.

Jia Ruozi: "When you come back, come to the infirmary first."

Xia Youjie suddenly understood: "I see."

After hanging up the phone, he went to buy various desserts.

After thinking about it, he went to the bookstore again and bought some of the most popular comics and magazines, and then got into the car and asked the assistant supervisor to take him back to the high school.

After returning to the high school, Xia Youjie asked the assistant supervisor to help put all the things he bought outside the sealed room, while he himself went straight to the infirmary.

Auxiliary supervisor who was ordered to do a foreign job: ...Summer Oil Premium also learned bad QAQ from President Gojo.

It took two hard trips for the assistant supervisor to finish moving all the things. As soon as he looked up, he saw a white-haired young man wearing a blindfold who was looking at him curiously. He almost fell down without being frightened.

"Five, five presidents!"

"You are such an adult, why are you so careless?"

The culprit shook his head with an expression that you can't do it, and the blood pressure of the people watching soared.

But the humble migrant workers could only suppress the soaring blood pressure, stood up again, and endured.

The white-haired young man who didn't think there was anything wrong with him asked, "Who told you to put these things here? Jie?"

"Yes, this is the premium summer oil that I asked me to bring over."

After the assistant supervisor answered honestly, Gojo Satoru casually dismissed him.

"No wonder it looks familiar, it turns out to be Jie's assistant supervisor."

Muttering to the back of the assistant supervisor, the white-haired young man looked down at the items at the door, which were obviously Weaving Dream's favorite items, and smiled slyly.

He decisively opened the door of the sealing room with a turbulent tone.

"Weaving dreams, weaving dreams, see what I brought you~"

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What is opposed is not a person, but a position.