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

After the first aid, Oda Sakunosuke was out of danger except that he was still awake. The doctor said that he would be fine when he woke up.

Weaving Dream and the three were also relieved, and planned to leave first.

After all, this is the territory of the Port Mafia, and they have just rejected Osamu Dazai's invitation. Although they are not afraid of trouble, they don't want to cause trouble casually.

In particular, the port mafia seems to be able to cover the sky with one hand in Yokohama, so don't be an enemy if it is not necessary.

Therefore, seeing that Mr. Oda is fine, it is better for them to retreat in time.

That is, if that tough-looking Osamu Dazai won't let them go—

"Let's go, I will tell Odasaku what happened tonight."

Osamu Dazai, who originally thought he would stop them, let them go without hesitation.

Just, a little surprised, the other party would let them go so readily.

But accidents were accidents, and the three of Zhimeng left without hesitation.

The night tour ended in such a hurry, and Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who had been idle for two days, couldn't help it.

Because of the recent instability in Yokohama, the business in the restaurant is not very good, so today the three dream weavers talked to the boss and planned to go out and move their hands and feet.

Before leaving, the owner of the restaurant gave them some money, saying that it was the reward for helping out in the past two days, and then stopped the children who wanted to go out with a smile and asked them to come back early in the afternoon.

To be honest, Zhimeng was a little moved, but before he could say anything, he was dragged away by two excited friends.

Yokohama is more vibrant during the day than at night, and there are obviously many more vehicles and pedestrians on the road, which is quite different from the darkness and tranquility at night.

After two days of peaceful life, when we came to the bustling street again, weaving dream had the illusion of a world away.

Compared with the days of running around every day in the high school and frequently expelling curses, this place is really too comfortable. There is not even the weakest fourth-level curse spirit, so that they can't find it when they have nothing to do to exorcise curses. to the target.

"A world without curses, that's how it is."

Looking at the blue sky, the crowd of people passing by, the white-haired boy with six eyes couldn't help sighing.

"It's really clean."

Unbelievably clean.

At night, Yokohama is a dangerous city.During the activities of the mafia, people were injured or even died every night, so that ordinary people living in Yokohama dared not go out at night.

Gunfire, fear, death—this is obviously the hotbed for the birth of the curse spirit, and it is not surprising that the super-grade curse fetus Gojo Satoru was born.

However, this is a world where there are no curse spirits, so no matter how many negative emotions there are in the city of Yokohama, a curse spirit will not be born, even the weakest teen.

"Without the curse, the conjurer would have no meaning to exist, right?" Xia Youjie looked at the crowd with a complicated tone.

"Ordinary people are no longer threatened by curses, and we... don't need to protect them anymore."

"Actually, shouldn't it be the police who should protect ordinary people?" Zhimeng couldn't help but stop and look at Xia Youjie beside him, with a little confusion on his face.

"Also, I have never quite understood why Jie thinks we should protect ordinary people?"

"At the end of the day, we are only minors, a group that should be protected, aren't we?"

Xia Youjie was taken aback for a moment, and stopped to look at Zhimeng: "Is Zhimeng thinking so?"

Zhimeng asked strangely: "Isn't this written in the Law on the Protection of Minors?"

The black-haired ball-headed boy choked, and said helplessly: "But, we are still magicians. We should remove the curse and protect non-magicians from harm."

"Tsk." The white-haired boy couldn't help interjecting: "Jie is really right."

However, hearing this, Zhimeng was even more confused: "But, we are magicians, which does not conflict with us being a protected group. Why does Jie always put himself in the position of a protector? Isn't that the case? too tired?"

"As long as you can protect everyone, it's worth being tired." Xia Youjie smiled gently but firmly.

"... Did Jie come from a family of magic spells?" Weaving Meng asked suddenly.

"No, Jie, just like you, was recruited by Mr. Ye Moth from Lite, an ordinary person." Seeing Zhimeng and Xia Youjie contradicting each other, Wujo Wu was excited.

Zhimeng asked again: "That Jie, did you want to be a policeman, serve the people or dedicate your life?"

Xia Youjie shook his head, a little confused Zhimeng asked what these meant.

"Since Jie didn't come from a family of magic spells and didn't want to be a policeman, why do you have such a strong desire to protect others?"

"It's just because Jason is gentle, he doesn't want others to get hurt, and he became a magician, so he takes it as his own responsibility to be a magician?"

Zhimeng looked at him with calm eyes: "If this is the case, one day, Jie will be injured, very seriously."

"...Why?" Breathing along with Zhimeng's words, Xia Youjie couldn't laugh anymore: "Why did Zhimeng say that?"

"Because sometimes human nature is not as beautiful as Jie imagined."

"In this world, there are good people, there are bad people, more people are not bad, but not bad. But sometimes, they all hurt people in the same way, and can become the most hateful person in an instant."

Zhimeng showed a little sadness, which is a look that rarely appears on his face: "Even if it is the police, it is impossible to protect everyone. Jie is just an ordinary person, there is no need to force himself to protect anyone, obviously Jie is also someone who needs to be protected."

"If Jie insists on demanding this of himself, the future will definitely be very painful."

"I don't want to see Jay in pain."

Xia Youjie stared blankly at the long-haired boy who was staring at him sadly, listening to his worried words, he was speechless for a long time.

Seeing them staring at each other, he instinctively felt the urgency in the atmosphere of being unable to blend into a third person, and Gojo Satoru immediately intervened.

He stretched out his hand to embrace Zhimeng's shoulder, put his chin on Zhimeng's shoulder, and said lazily: "Zhimeng knows a lot, and what he said makes sense."

Such a sentence immediately destroyed the delicate atmosphere between the two of them.

Zhimeng came back to his senses, escaped from the inexplicable sadness just now, blinked and smiled and said: "I just read a bit complicated."

For example, various types of comics and ghosts.The more books I read, the more truths and routines I can see from them.

Especially character designs like Jie are often blackened and turned into villains. He must stop this possibility!

Xia Youjie also came back to his senses, and covered up the shock in his heart with his usual smile: "What books do Zhimeng usually read? Recommend some for me."

It must be a book worth reading carefully that can make Mengzhi, who is natural and big-hearted on weekdays, say such reliable words.

"Okay." Zhimeng responded immediately: "When we go back, I will recommend a few books that I like very much."

"Let's talk about this when we go back." The white-haired boy interrupted the topic again: "It's been a long time since I've been active, Jie, let's go to compete?"

As he spoke, he added a provocative smile, which aroused Xia Youjie's desire to win on the spot.

"Just to my liking."

Thus, the topic just now was successfully exposed, and the three began to find a suitable place for the competition.

Near the sea, a large number of containers have been piled up next to the abandoned pier, and a competition begins here.

The two contestants, Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie, had a great fight here.

Compared with them, pure physical skills seemed a little weak. Zhimeng couldn't get involved, so he could only watch the battle and look out from the container on the side.

Seeing their handsome and sharp fighting, and their strong and powerful muscles, Zhimeng showed envious eyes.

Wu Hejie, really really amazing!

Unlike him, even if Wu Hejie lost his magic power, he could still beat a large group of people with the Light Body Technique.

Unlike him—— Zhimeng touched her limp arm and sighed long.

Alas, he wants strong muscles too.

However, even though he had passed all physical education classes with excellence, the muscles on his body were not as dense and firm as Wu and Jie's.

In short, although he looks thin, he does have muscles, but he is still far from a real muscular man.

For example, Wu Hejie, that strong body... adore me.

Why can't his copying technique be copied together with other people's physique?He also wants to try the sense of strength with strong muscles!

Suddenly, aware of something, Zhimeng regained consciousness and looked at the source of the sound.

Not far away, a three-coloured cat stood on the container. After meeting his gaze, it meowed at him innocently.

Zhimeng stared at the unwelcome cat closely.

The Sanhuamao crouched not far away, tilting its head to look at him: "Meow~"

Zhimeng covered her heart, her face flushed a little, and she also meowed at it.

Good, so cute!

"Cough, meow, come here~" Zhimeng stretched out her hand and greeted Sanhuamao softly.

As if it understood his call, the Sanhuamao began to walk again, approaching Zhimeng with graceful catwalks, and even rubbed its head against his fingers quite affectionately.

Zhimeng couldn't hold back, picked it up and put it in his arms, stroked it gently, and even rubbed it with his cheek.

Ah, cats are so cute!

As a result, he no longer cared about watching the battle, and envied his friends' muscles, and became addicted to masturbating cats.

But Zhimeng, who was obsessed with playing cats, didn't see that the Sanhuamao, who was held in his arms, looked at the two people who had destroyed the ground to the point of pits and pits with their physical skills, showing humane complex admiration and other gazes.

The competition didn't last long, and it was because they were concerned about not causing too much noise, and not being cruel to each other. After destroying the ground of the pier almost, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie stopped fighting tacitly when they felt that it was almost enough.

Zhimeng noticed that they had stopped, so she jumped off the high container with the cat in her arms, and landed lightly beside the two of them.

Looking at the two people who were panting in embarrassment and looking happy, Zhimeng sighed: "Ah, it's a pity that Nitro is not here, so I can't treat you."

Although it is not an offensive technique, Nitzi's technique is powerful in another sense.

"Huh~ It's just a small injury, no need for nitro!"

The white-haired boy reached out to brush the drooping hair on his head, and took off his sunglasses, and his six eyes like the sky were completely exposed in the air.

Sanhuamao couldn't help but look a few more times.

"Enlightenment has become stronger again." Xia Youjie's ball head was loosened a lot, and he was sweating. He couldn't help but want to wipe it with his sleeve, but Zhimeng stopped him.

"Wait, I have a handkerchief here, Jie, give me a hug for the cat first."

Said, Zhimeng handed the three-flowered cat in his arms to Xia Youjie, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead and cheeks.

Xia Youjie took the extraordinarily well-behaved Sanhuamao, smiled and let Zhimeng wipe his face: "Thank you."

"Jie's bangs are all stuck to his head." Touching the bangs at close range, Zhimeng couldn't help laughing and said, "Your bangs are so amazing, Jie!"

It's not good to leave it anywhere, but it just stays in the corner of the forehead, and the whole forehead is just a fringe of bangs. It's really magical and quite recognizable!

"I want a handkerchief too!" Seeing this, Gojo Wu couldn't care less about admiring the magic-free world, and immediately moved over, yelling that he wanted it too.

Zhimeng readily gave him a spare handkerchief: "Here, here you are."

Gojo Satoru held a handkerchief and stared dumbfounded at Zhimeng continuing to wipe Xia Youjie's sweat.

Noticing his gaze, the corners of Xia Youjie's lips rose even more.Although he didn't open his mouth to show off, his whole body was full of showing off.

Gojo Wu's mentality suddenly collapsed: "It's not fair, why is Zhimeng helping Jie to wipe it off, and I have to wipe it off myself!"

Weaving Meng looked at him in confusion: "Oh? Isn't it that Wu doesn't like to be like others?"

Although the other party didn't say it directly, judging from the previous experience of carrying water and overturning the car several times, Zhimeng is sure that if he wiped it for two people together just now, they would definitely quarrel again.

So, in order for them to quarrel again, Zhimeng gave him a handkerchief and wiped it himself.

It never occurred to me that Wu was still dissatisfied.

It's really hard to understand, I understand you!

The black-haired ball head touched the cat's head in his arms, and made up the knife in a happy mood: "Yes, Wu just doesn't like to be like others, I can testify."

After all, he doesn't like to be like others, he just likes the way Zhimeng wipes his sweat alone but Wuwu doesn't.

He was pretty sure Satoru thought so too.

Being choked by Xia Youjie, the white-haired boy who understood what he meant was still very dissatisfied: "Although, I want to have what Jie has, and I demand equal treatment!"

All in all, he can accept the unfair double standard, but only if he is the one who benefits from the double standard.If it's not him, he's asking for equal treatment!

All in all, Wujo Wu is well-known and double-standard.

"Well, there is really no way to get Wujo." After wiping his sweat, Zhimeng withdrew his hand, looked at Wujo Wu helplessly, and decided to grant his wish.

In Xia Youjie's eyes where the smile faded in an instant, Zhimeng took the handkerchief from Gojo Wu's hand, and when the white-haired boy happily bowed his head and approached, he handed the handkerchief to Xia Youjie and took him into his arms. cat.

Confused Xia Youjie:? ? ...!

The smile suddenly stiffened!

Zhimeng touched Maomao's head, and said happily: "Then Jie will wipe it for Wu!"

Gojo Satoru's expectant face instantly became stiff.

***

My mother said that treatment should be done as early as possible.

Change must be made early.