In order to draw manga, I acted all over the world

Don't open the door for him?

Yoshino Junpei had a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, it was already too late...

"Are you the only one at home?" The young man standing at the door spoke very familiarly. His outstanding height made him bend down easily, crossing the distance between the two, and put his head in front of Yoshino Junpei.

Yoshino Junpei stepped back two steps, seeing the young man raised the corner of his mouth slightly, his eyes seemed to fall through the blindfold and fell on Yoshino Junpei's screen.

"Are you chatting with someone?"

"No!" Yoshino Junpei hurriedly hid the phone behind his back.

"Don't be nervous," the young man said with a smile, "I just want to ask you something."

Yoshino Junpei felt unreliable no matter how he looked at his smile, "I don't know anything..."

"It's not good to lie." Gojo Satoru quickly stretched out his palm, walked around Yoshino Junpei's body and clasped his wrist precisely, snatching away the cell phone he was holding tightly.

On the screen that was still lit, a message came into view.

"Blindfolded, white-haired weirdo?"

Every time he uttered a word, Gojo Satoru's voice would rise a bit, and that pleasing face was filled with a satisfied smile: "It really hasn't changed at all."

"Should I call and talk to him?"

Although he used a questioning tone, his hand had already pressed the call button first.

Yoshino Junpei wanted to stop him, but his outstretched hand seemed to hit an invisible wall. He withdrew his hand in pain, saw Gojo Satoru put the phone to his ear, and said with a happy smile, "It's me~Super The invincible and handsome Gojo Satoru!"

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Oda Kazuyuki found a group of stray cats on the street, covered them with some magic power, and ensured that they ran around with the magic power enough to disturb Gojo Satoru's tracking, then he suddenly received a call from Yoshino Junpei.

"What's wrong?" Oda Kazuyuki asked.

"It's me~"

Gojo Satoru's voice.

Oda Kazuyuki hung up the phone without waiting for him to finish.

Just as he was about to drag Yoshino Junpei's number into the blacklist, a series of messages popped up.

"If you don't answer the phone, I'll take this kid away."

"Really take it away."

"I'm serious."

Enough is enough, do not repeat it!

For Oda and Yukio, his determination not to contact Gojo Satoru is definitely proportional to how annoying Gojo Satoru is.

The ding ding dong dong of the phone was still ringing, and Oda Kazuyuki saw more and more messages piling up in the mailbox, and resigned himself to calling back the phone.

"what on earth do you want?"

"Is it okay to talk to you?" Gojo Satoru said with a low smile, "You didn't tell me even though you were alive. It's a pity that I often go to visit your grave. I go to every festival, even Valentine's Day."

"..." Oda Kazuyuki.

It doesn't have to be like this, even going to the cemetery on Valentine's Day, those who didn't know it thought it was your girlfriend who died...

As if hearing his heart, Gojo Satoru said with a smile: "You are much more important than your girlfriend."

Oda Kazuyuki complained: "It's like you have a girlfriend."

"I don't have one," Gojo Satoru asked, "Do you have one?"

Oda Kazuyuki choked when he took it for granted that he didn't have one, "...If you just want to talk nonsense, then I'll die."

nonsense?Gojo Satoru chuckled: "Okay, let me change the question. You obviously hate curse spirits so much, why do you want to go with them?"

His tone was very relaxed, but Yoshino Junpei saw his hand hanging by his side clenched silently.

Wujo Wu didn't say anything, but he still believed in Noctua Makoto's judgment in his heart. Until now, he still hasn't completely dispelled the suspicion that "Kageyama Yu" is not himself.

From Gojo Satoru's point of view, the rebellious Kageyama Yu who dismissed everyone could never sit peacefully with Kasui.

He tried his best to track it down here because he wanted to know, if all of this was staged by the person occupying Xiaoyou's body——

"Because I have the same goal as those magic spirits," Oda Kazuyuki said, "I want to destroy all magicians."

Of course, it is impossible to say that it is wrong to be admitted in front of the subway station, and it is fatal to say it. If he hadn't called the name Kageyama Yuu, they would have been wiped out by Oda and Yuki.

Oda Kazuyuki doesn't like magicians, but he also hates magic spirits.

"Are you united with the curse spirit?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"How is that possible," said Kazuyuki Oda, "I just think their ideas are interesting."

interesting?Hearing this, Gojo Satoru suddenly relaxed. It was he himself who was right. This kind of attitude of not paying attention to anyone is definitely not something that others can easily fake.

Gojo Satoru laughed again, and asked in a relaxed tone: "How about me being the one who eliminates the magician? I'm very interested in your matter. Not only can I join hands with Xiaoyou, but I can also get rid of those who I don't like. -"

Oda Kazuyuki interrupted him: "Don't forget that you are also a magician."

Oda Kazuyuki felt that Gojo Satoru's current attitude was wrong.

In any case, based on what Oda Kazuyuki knew about him, it was impossible for him to be so friendly to those who had hidden himself for many years... It was even stranger than Chuya Nakahara.

However, Oda Kazuyuki didn't have time to pay attention to what Gojo Satoru was thinking. He wasted a lot of time buying ink, and he had to go back to the studio as soon as possible to catch up on the manuscript.

Saiki Kusuo will come over tomorrow as an assistant, and before he comes, Oda Kazuko is lucky enough to draw part of the line draft of the extra episode.

Glancing at the time displayed on the phone, Oda Kazuyuki hung up the phone directly.

Gojo Satoru didn't call back. Oda Kazuyuki didn't know if he ran out to track him again, and he drove around Tokyo twice before carefully returning to the studio.

Putting the ink brought back from Yoshino Junpei's house on the workbench, Oda Kazuyuki took out the manuscript paper stored in the drawer and began to concentrate on drawing the draft.

Time passed with the birth of each line draft, until hearing the sound of the key turning from the door, Oda Kazuyuki raised his head and saw that the sky outside the window had completely darkened.

Saiki Kusuo stood at the door, seeing the handsome young man with long black hair that was about to hang down under the chair, he paused slightly as he entered the door.

Oda Kazuyuki asked, "Why are you here?"

Saiki Kusuo held a bento box in his hand, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with the other hand: "I cooked too much fish in sauce at night."

Seeing Oda Kazuyuki put down his pen and ran over, shouting "Kusuo is so kind", Saiki Kusuo snorted softly: "I didn't bring you food on purpose."

"I understand, I understand." Oda Kazuyuki stretched out his hand to take the lunch box, but when he saw that his hands were stained with ink, he quickly put them down.

While he was washing his hands, Saiki Kusuo put the bento box on another table, then went to the workbench to pick up the line draft he had drawn.

Saiki Kusuo was in charge of background work and blackening in the past, and this time is no exception.

Saiki Kusuo was looking at the place where the background needs to be drawn, when suddenly there was a ding sound beside him, he subconsciously looked over, and saw that the screen of Oda Kazuyuki's mobile phone lit up, and someone sent him a message.

Even though Saiki Kusuo quickly retracted his gaze, his good eyesight still allowed him to see clearly the contents above—I didn’t expect you to be so cute

Qimu Nanxiong: "..."

He glanced sideways at Oda Kazuyuki who was washing his hands carefully. He pursed his lips, his red eyes were shining brightly, and a few strands of black hair hung down from his cheeks and got into the neckline of his kimono. The slightly curly tails were light. Scratching his fair skin caused a slight blush on that skin.

Saiki Kusuo's eyes seemed to be attracted by an invisible force, unable to move away from him.

Really cute.

...But, is it necessary to send a special text message to explain?

Oda Kazuyuki washed the ink off his hands, sat down at the table and was about to eat, when he heard his cell phone beeping, he rubbed his temples with a headache.

The frequency of sending messages is definitely Gojo Satoru.

Seeing Kusuo Saiki standing beside him in a daze, he called directly: "Kusuo help me get the phone here."

Saiki Kusuo turned his head slowly, as if there was a network delay, he came over after a long time.

Oda Kazuyuki's reaction to him was a bit strange at first, but when he saw him holding the manuscript, he couldn't help laughing: "Do you think the background is difficult to draw this time?"

"..." Saiki Kusuo looked at him expressionlessly through his glasses, his eyes were somewhat inexplicable under the green lenses.

Oda Kazuyuki said embarrassedly: "I forgot that you have never been to a bar. This episode uses the background of a bar from the beginning to the end. If you find it difficult..."

"It's not difficult." Saiki Kusuo interrupted him, his eyes still not moving away from him.

It's not difficult. Why are you staring at me?

Oda Kazuyuki felt a little strange, looked at him for a moment, and saw that he had no intention of speaking, so he could only say, "I bought a few modern background reference books, and they are on the bookshelf over there. If you have no inspiration..."

"..." Saiki Kusuo threw the phone to him, and left without looking back.

He flipped through the books by the bookshelf, Oda Kazuyuki looked at his back, even more confused, always felt that he was angry, and he didn't know where he was offended.

Gojo Satoru's message bombardment continued, so Oda Kazuyuki had no choice but to let go of his doubts and click on his inbox.

"I didn't expect you to be so cute. It's been so many years, do you think I'll be pissed off with just one or two words from you like before?

You miscalculated, I am now recognized as a mature, stable and reliable person in the magic circle~"

Oda Kazuyuki: ...

Can you be a little self-conscious and use mature and steady to describe you, this word will make you cry.

"Then I sent you a message so late because I ate at Yoshino Junpei's house. His mother's cooking is delicious. I'll bring you to try it next time."

Junpei's house is not a restaurant...

"Junpei Yoshino is an interesting kid, is he the companion you are looking for?"

Just came across it by chance.

"By the way, is your friend drawing manga? You have such a good relationship with him, and you even went so far to buy ink for him."

It's no use trying, and I'm not going to tell you that that friend is mine.

Oda Kazuyuki looked at the message he sent and laughed unconsciously.

In fact, chatting with Gojo Satoru is very pleasant, but he still has to hide if he should hide. Who let his six eyes see the magic power, the magic power is not like the appearance can be hidden casually, unless Oda Kazuyuki dies, let him meet Gojo Enlightenment, if you are not prepared, you will lose your horse in a face-to-face meeting.

"The meal is getting cold." Saiki Kusuo's voice sounded faintly.

Oda Kazuyuki hurriedly put down his phone, when he opened the lunch box, Gojo Satoru's news kept popping up.

Oda Kazuyuki: "..."

He couldn't help picking up his phone and replying: "There is a limit of three messages a day, and if there are too many, it will be blocked."

The phone has gone quiet.

Oda Kazuyuki ate with peace of mind.

At the same time, three first-year students of the Conjuration College met Qi Mu Guochun downstairs in You Rongshe.

Ever since Kishibe Rohan announced the closure of the journal, Qi Mu Kunichun was very busy, and he was even more dizzy when he heard that they wanted to read the sealed manuscript.

"That manga..." Seeing the clothes they were wearing, Qi Mu Guochun held the words of rejection in his mouth, and suddenly couldn't spit them out.

This outfit looks so familiar!

When he first saw Twilight, Twilight was also wearing such a suit of clothes, the neckline and front front had some stitching marks, which looked like they had been cut open by a knife, and Qi Mu Guochun was deeply impressed by this.

And it's so similar to the school uniform in that manga that people can't ignore it even if they want to.

"You guys... Forget it, I'll ask Teacher Huang." Qi Mu Guochun took out his phone.

He walked to the side to make a phone call, and his deliberately low voice did not escape the good ears of the three first graders, "Wearing blindfolds? White hair? Didn't see it... Do you want to show them? Are you sure? Okay, I see."

Putting away the phone, Qi Mu Guochun said to them: "Come upstairs with me, and I will bring you the manga."

In You Rong Club, the editorial department seemed a little deserted after being busy. Qi Muguochun took them into the lounge, took out the manuscript and handed it to them: "You can read it, but you can't take pictures, you can't copy it, and you can't take it back."

"No problem." Knotabagi Yuhito agreed without hesitation, and the same goes for telling the story to the teacher after watching it.

He opened the file bag and saw the coloring page on the cover. The silver-haired boy was holding another boy's shoulders, and his expression was a replica of Gojo Satoru.

The other boy is the curse master that Yuzu Yuhito met today. The handwriting next to the two of them was smeared with moisture and became very blurred. words.

"Teacher Huang used to draw manga with a pen." Fu Heihui said in a low voice.

He is a big fan of Twilight, and it is thanks to his help that he was able to meet Qi Mu Guochun. Yuzu Yujin didn't understand what it meant to draw manga with a pen, but he could hear the respect in his words.

This manga is not bound, only the serial number is marked on the bottom, Katsuo Yuhito put the cover color page on the table, and began to read the first page.

It was in front of a quaint temple, on a cobbled path, a tall man led the black-haired boy slowly.

"Don't be afraid," the man said, "Just stay here for two days. If there are no accidents, you will be able to leave soon."

The black-haired boy didn't seem to hear, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were as empty as a marionette.

"Alas." The man sighed, stepped forward and pushed open the door of the temple.

Surprisingly, there are no statues enshrined in the temple, and silk threads, large and small, are hung with ropes from the beams and pillars, like a large spider's nest.

A beam of sunlight came in from the door, and Knotaba Yuhito was surprised to find that those silk threads were like steel wires refracting the sunlight, and they were also engraved with densely packed small characters.

He turned to the next page and saw the man dodging the cobweb-like threads and leading the boy to a door.

The door was covered with all kinds of charms, but the criss-crossed iron door shaped like a grid gave Hirohito a very strong sense of sight.

"Isn't this a prison cell?" Nagasaki Wild Rose complained in his ear.

Fu Heihui: "..."

I always feel that this door has also been seen in school.

When the man sent the boy in, he repeated again: "It's just a temporary stay, you'll be out soon."

The boy still didn't respond.

The man looked at him worriedly for a long time before slowly closing the door.

The charm on the door swayed and returned to calm. The boy stood there numbly, like a delicate doll.

I don't know how long it took, but the light coming in from the outside became darker and darker, and everything in his vision became blurred. The boy squatted down and curled up helplessly.

Subtle sobs sounded in the silent black cage.

When turning the page, Knotabagi Yujin held his breath, and his movements were a little lighter, as if he was afraid that he would disturb the person in the painting.

Two of his classmates were also watching nervously.

Against the blurry black background, the young boy's small figure is like a cub licking its wounds alone, which makes people feel uncontrollably distressed.

As the sound of his sobbing gradually became louder, Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei also groaned and grabbed her sleeve.

At this time, a voice of "Boom!" suddenly came from the boy's side.

Unexpectedly, besides the boy's place, there was another prison cell next to him, and the man stepped on the iron railing covered with spells.

The talisman that obstructed the line of sight fell down, revealing his tall figure, with silver-white hair, and a pair of blue eyes like a vast galaxy.

"Hey, kid."

He asked in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"

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