Those years of eating and drinking in the high school of conjuration

After they all came out, the three of them were not in a hurry to go back. They found a nearby video game city to play video games, and they didn't wander back to school together until three o'clock in the morning.

Walking on the mountain road back to Gaozhuan, a stone that had been in my heart since I learned the truth about Zeban quietly dissipated.

The swordsmen who have been bloody all their lives have been reincarnated to the present, living a peaceful and happy life, laughing heartily, trying to go to school, and seeing the scenery that was once under their protection but had no time to appreciate. Perhaps, this is the best It's over.

Do you want people to pay more attention to them?

This thought disappeared after turning around in his head. There were too many people staring at him. Once he showed concern to the swordsmen, it was very likely that they would be implicated.Gojo Satoru looked at the sky, as if he saw the young man who briefly taught him.

Just let them live their lives freely, which is what you expect, right?

Because it was too late that day, so the next day, when Noctua walked into the classroom on the right way, there were only smokers in the classroom with cigarettes in their mouths.

After a moment of silence, Ye Mozheng asked in a deep voice, "Where are the people who understand them?"

The housekeeper smoked a cigarette and said vaguely: "I don't know, it's in the dormitory." She really didn't know, but she also knew, it must be that the three DKs gathered to play games, stayed up too late and were late .

Between disregarding them and going to the dormitory, Ye Mo Zhengdao chose the latter. He disappeared for seven days inexplicably, and only a few days after returning, he was absent from school. What does it look like!

Full of anger, Noctua rushed into the boys' dormitory on the right way, and out of curiosity, Jiarui Nizi followed behind.

As the head teacher, Ye Mo Zhengdao only had the spare keys of all their dormitories.

They first went to the dormitory of Yu Gongmian, who has always been very good, but there was no one there.

Then Xia Youjie's room was empty.

Good guy, they don't come home at night, do they?

Noctua Masamune was almost ready for the last Gojo Satoru's room to be empty.

The heavy curtains blocked the light from the window, making the whole room in a dim state.

As we all know, Gojo Satoru is very high, very high.For this reason, he specially enlarged the bed in his dormitory, and, taking advantage of the small number of students in the college, he also opened up another dormitory next door in order to prevent the room from being crowded due to the enlarged bed.

On the enlarged bed, three DKs fell asleep soundly in different postures.

Xia Youjie was lying sideways on the edge of the bed near the door, holding Yu Gongmian's waist with one hand, his feet passed over Yu Gongmian's body, and stepped on Wujo Wu's stomach, as if wanting him to fall side push.

On the other side, Wutiao Wu grabbed Yu Gongmian with both hands and feet, and with his own length, he crossed Yu Gongmian in the middle and grabbed Xia Youjie's ball head, and grabbed the other party's ball head that was always neatly tied. Exploded ball of yarn.

Yu Gongmian frowned, her whole body was huddled into a ball, she huddled between the two of them, she looked very reluctant even when she fell asleep, her clothes were messy, the buttons on her neckline were missing, her small and delicate The collarbone looms at the half-open neckline.

Nocturne is right:  …

The neighbor next to him was very calm and took out his mobile phone.

Night Moth said rightly, "Glass?"

"Don't worry, I understand." Jia Ruozi turned on the phone and pressed the dialer.

Noctuid, who saw that the family was calling the police, said, "No, I just want to ask you what they did yesterday."

"I don't know, Teacher Ye Moth, you have to understand that as a normal person, I can't understand the thoughts of scum."

"So why call the police?"

Jia Ruozi looked at Ye Mozheng with a shocked and distressed look: "Mianmian is only 13 years old!"

"..." Noctua Zhengdao closed his eyes in pain, "Call the police."

……

When conscious, the object of entry is fog-colored frosted glass.

The consciousness that just woke up from a deep sleep was not so clear, Gojo Satoru moved subconsciously, only to find himself lying in a rose bush.

Stand up and look around.

This should be a huge glass greenhouse. The hemispherical fog-colored frosted glass almost makes people think that the sky is the color of fog.

In this environment lacking sunlight, the crimson roses bloomed strangely, and the thick dark green thorns were densely covered in the flowers. They were not like plants, but more like monsters that would strangle the brave in sex.

Here... is it a dream?

Gojo Wu belatedly remembered that he should be sleeping. They had just returned to the dormitory. Out of some secret thoughts that only he knew and wanted to see Xia Youjie jumping, Gojo Wu tried to make Yu Gongmian sleep with him .

Unexpectedly, he was rejected, and then Gojo Wu took advantage of Yu Gongmian, and Yu Gongmian took Xia Youjie to let him treat his best friend, Xia Youjie... Xia Youjie just wanted to go back to wash and sleep .

Then they made a fuss, and they fell asleep from exhaustion.

So, am I dreaming now?

Gojo Satoru turned off No Lower Limit, and squeezed the thorns of the rose next to him.I didn't feel it, I took off the bandage, looked around, but couldn't see anything.

It was indeed a dream.

What a real dream, and a scene I have never seen before.

Jumping out of the flower field, Gojo Satoru walked along the path paved with stone bricks.

After a while, Gojo Satoru saw a child.

The child was wearing complicated clothes similar to the medieval European nobles in the movie, sitting on the sofa at the edge of the circular open space, staring at the sky with scarlet eyes, if he hadn't blinked, he might have been regarded as a delicate Dolls.

It looks a bit familiar...it can't be Mianmian, right?

The gap between the three-headed child and the teenager in memory is too great, but Gojo Satoru inexplicably sees the shadow of Yu Gongmian in those eyes that are as calm as stagnant water.

"What are you looking at?" Gojo Gojo walked up to the child in two or three steps, and sat down beside him unceremoniously.

The child did not respond.

But Gojo Satoru knew that the other party heard it from the sudden change in the frequency of the other party's blinking.

"What are you looking at?" He asked again, looking up like a child, only gray in sight.

Just when Gojo Satoru thought he still wouldn't get a response, the child said: "Sky." The voice of the child who rarely spoke was very small, soft and without strength, more like a cute little loli than a boy.

Sky?

The sky cannot be seen in this flower house, but for the children who have lived here since birth, it is the sky.

On the small round table next to the sofa is a small cup, even if you don't smell the remaining red liquid, Gojo Satoru can guess what it is.

"There's no sky here." Gojo Satoru pressed down on the child's head, and gently turned the child's head over to look at him.

The child was not angry either, as if he was used to being treated like a puppet, and there was an inexplicable trace of doubt on his expressionless little face.

Sure enough, he never went out from here.

Confirming his guess from the child's reaction, Gojo Goki laughed back.

Pulling off the bandage, he leaned over to touch the child's forehead.

"Look into my eyes." Compared with his suppressed anger expression, Gojo Satoru's voice was gentle.

The child whose head was bumped suddenly looked up obediently in a daze.

That is the first time a child sees blue, that beautiful, free, expansive blue.

so beautiful……

The child sighed subconsciously, with longing and longing in his eyes that he didn't know about.

"Did you see it? This is the sky." As soon as he finished saying this, everything around him dimmed. The child in front of him gradually blurred, and his vision was occupied by a large swath of darkness.

wake up.

The three who were awakened by Noctua Zhengdao, one person and one fist, were taken to the classroom.

"All three of you write a self-criticism for me! Three thousand characters per person!" Noctua Zhengdao slapped the table and roared, never expecting that his students didn't come to class because they went to sleep "together". Yu Gongmian, Ye Mozhengdao changed his words again, "Forget about sleeping, you two should write a good review for me!"

Xia Youjie complied obediently. Anyway, whether to write or not is another matter. It is better to calm down Teacher Ye Mo first. Fang Zheng propped his chin, staring at Yu Gongmian in a daze.

Xia Youjie: ...

Fine.Although it seemed that something was wrong, Gojo Satoru didn't take it directly.

Why do I dream of Mianmian when I was a child, no, it should be Dracula when I was a child?Should it be blood sucked?

Gojo Satoru propped his head in a daze.

Will this dream continue?What happened to Mianmian when she was a child?What happened to that flower house?

At this moment, Gojo Satoru began to be extremely curious about Yugongmian's past. Although this kind of behavior of prying into other people's privacy is not good, Gojo Satoru just hoped that he could have that dream again.

A day in the college is actually quite boring, it is about doing tasks, attending classes, and training. As quasi-special and quasi-level conjurers, Gojo Wu, Xia Youjie, and Yu Gongmian are actually very busy.

A day is fleeting, and before falling asleep, Gojo Satoru is still thinking about that wonderful dream.

Opening his eyes, what he saw this time was not the frosted glass above his head, but the stone brick floor. Gojo Satoru looked up and found himself sitting on the same sofa that he was sitting on before waking up.

Turning to look around, it was empty.

What about people?

Gojo Satoru looked around again. Opposite him, there was a woman standing by the path leading to another open space.

In a black skirt, black hat, and black mask, except for the pale skin exposed, only the black woman stood there quietly, unaware of Gojo Satoru's arrival.

It seems that in this dream, except for Mianmian, no one else can see me?

Is this really a dream?

Putting aside the doubts in his heart for the time being, Gojo Satoru walked towards the woman, walked past her, and came to another circular open space.

It was an open space covered with gray-black velvet blankets, and the little Yu Gongmian was sitting on the ground, with a thick book almost bigger than his body in front of him.

Gojo Satoru approached, and his excellent eyesight made it easy for him to see...

The open book is a large expanse of pale blue.

That is the sky.