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

In the end, Zhimeng went to knock on the door of Jiazi's room.

Jia Ruozi, who treated his waist, looked puzzled: "Why do you have a backache? Did you fight with them yesterday?"

Weaving Meng shook his head, with a serious face: "No, it's a stiff neck."

Jia Ruozi raised his eyebrows: "I look easy to deceive?"

"It's really a stiff neck." Zhimeng looked at the two people standing at the door on one left and one on the right, and sighed: "The bed in the dormitory is too small. Wu slept next to me last night. Some people didn't dare to turn over, and the result was that their backs were twisted the next day because they were lying on their stomachs in the wrong position."

Jia Ruozi was taken aback for a moment, the amount of information in these words was too much for her to react.

Xia Youjie, who had already calmed down after listening to the explanation, looked at the opposite side: "Wu, why did you sleep on Zhimeng's bed?"

"Because we played the game in the middle of the night last night." Wujo Satoru replied naturally.

Jia Ruozi reacted: "Aren't you going to leave after the fight?"

You know, they are all single dormitories, how big can the beds be?Not to mention how much Wu's size takes up a bed!

Facing the questioning from Jiarui Nitzi, Wujo Wu was not in the least false, and even said straightforwardly: "It's all because Zhimeng slept so soundly, and before I knew it, I also felt sleepy, and then fell asleep like this."

"Besides, Zhimeng, your physique is too weak, and your waist will not work after only one night's sleep. You need to practice more in the future."

So it's not his fault, but someone else's fault? !

Jia Ruozi was about to laugh angrily at this man's shamelessness, but Zhimeng nodded in agreement.

"Wu is right. I am indeed inferior to you and Jie in terms of physical fitness. Even if I practice, the effect is not very obvious."

After a pause, Zhimeng subconsciously diverged her thoughts: "Maybe I am not suitable for your fighting style, and using weapons may be more effective."

Gojo Satoru nodded: "That's a good idea, you can try the magic tool."

"Wait..." Xia Youjie interrupted their increasingly crooked building: "Did you digress?"

Jia Ruzizi is already used to DK's jumping thinking, he waved his hand and drove them away: "Since you are cured, you should go, I will go to work later."

After all, he decisively drove the three DKs out without mercy, and closed the door ruthlessly.

The three outside the door looked at each other, and finally left together as agreed yesterday.

Gaozhuan is located in the most remote corner of Tokyo. Although it occupies a large area, it is relatively far away from commercial streets.

However, because Gojo Satoru sent someone to install the projection equipment in his dormitory on Saturday yesterday, they happened to take someone's car to the commercial street.

As for what the driver who just drove over and wants to drive them out thinks, Gojo Satoru doesn't care, in short, he just needs to meet his requirements.

After sitting in the car for more than half an hour, the trio made it to the bustling neighborhood.

"Zhimeng, let's go to the dessert shop you mentioned now."

You don't need to think about it, it's what Gojo Satoru said.

Xia Youjie, who had other ideas, looked at him and said with a smile: "What nonsense are you talking about? Wu, of course we should eat breakfast first at this time."

"Eating cake is equivalent to eating breakfast!"

"Don't make excuses, Wu!"

The two teenagers looked at each other, neither letting the other go, and they were on the verge of being on edge.

Zhimeng was about to persuade him, but the two suddenly turned their heads and asked him in unison: "Zhimeng, where do you think we should go first?"

"Huh?" Weaving Meng was startled: "This—"

After thinking about it, Zhimeng suggested: "If you don't mind, why don't you go to my house for dinner?"

It just so happened that he planned to go back.

This answer made the two of them stunned for a moment, but both of them felt that it was worthy of the other party's answer, so they both agreed.

"It just so happens that it's not far from my home. Let's go to the supermarket to buy some vegetables we like, and then take a 10-minute tram ride."

After finishing speaking, Zhimeng smiled at the two of them: "No problem?"

Xia Youjie smiled: "No."

Gojo Satoru directly took Zhimeng and walked forward with great interest: "Let's go, let's go to the supermarket—"

"Wu, let go of Zhimeng, you are very rude."

"No~ this is very comfortable, Zhimeng, your height is just right."

"Huh? Thank you for the compliment?"

"... Zhimeng, Wu is not praising you, he is saying that you are short, you are not angry!"

"Should I be angry? But I don't feel angry?"

"I didn't, that's what Jie said, Zhimeng was about to get angry with him, and then we left Jie behind—"

"Zhimeng, you... Wu, do you want to fight!"

"Don't make noise, don't make noise, aren't you hungry? Let's go shopping quickly..."

……

Finally, by the time the noisy DKs finished shopping and took the tram to Zhimeng's residence, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning.

But the trio didn't care, instead they discussed each other's cooking with great interest while walking.

Gojo Satoru is very confident: "I am the strongest, even if I am cooking."

Xia Youjie is not far behind: "The evaluation of home economics in middle school in my country is excellent."

Only Zhimeng was silent for a while, with a hesitant tone: "I think my cooking skills are not bad, but my former classmates said that my cooking has no soul..."

"No soul?" x2

As soon as this statement came out, not to mention Gojo Wu, even Xia Youjie was very curious about what kind of cuisine would be said to have no soul.

"Could Zhimeng be the legendary kitchen killer?" Thinking of something, Gojo Satoru was vigilant at first.

"No, I think it's edible." Zhimeng denied, and after thinking about it, he added: "It's just not very tasty."

However, what he added made his words completely lose trust at all. Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other, and saw a little wariness in each other's eyes.

——It's confirmed, Zhimeng must be a kitchen killer!

The two were about to disqualify Zhimeng from entering the kitchen when they heard a call from the opposite side.

"Weaving dreams!"

Zhimeng looked, showing a surprised expression.

***

Kitchen killer, stay away from the kitchen.