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

Sitting cross-legged in front of the child, Gojo Satoru poked the child's face.

Whoa!So soft!Gojo Satoru couldn't explain how he felt at this moment, he only knew that he had the urge to hold the child in his arms, but he held back thinking that there was someone beside him.

No movement.

Poke again.

Still nothing.

Good guy, Gojo Satoru got into a fight with the child, and continued poking persistently, leaving a faint red mark on the child's face.

"Crack!" Finally, when Gojo Satoru was about to poke the child's face for the tenth time, the child frowned unbearably and slapped Gojo Satoru's hand away.

"Little master?" Surprised by the child's sudden movement, the woman in black not far away called out suspiciously, her voice was calm, and only a slash was added at the end to represent doubt.

The child's body froze, and without replying, he returned to the original posture and quietly looked at his picture album.

The emaciated woman stared at the child for a long time, the face covered by the mask couldn't see any expression, but Gojo Satoru bet that the face under the mask was no more vivid than the mask.

Then the place where there seemed to be only two people but actually three people was completely quiet.

The time in the dream seemed to be fast and slow, and Gojo Satoru found that the sky seemed to be getting dark after only a daze.

A round spot of light can be vaguely seen moving slowly on the gray glass, and when the glass turns completely black, crystal lamps carved into flower shapes light up one by one in the greenhouse, leaving only the open space with the sofa still shrouded in darkness .

"Young master, it's time to rest." The maid said forcefully, more like a warning or order than a suggestion.

The child who had been sitting on the ground for a whole day got up silently, took a few steps staggeringly, and skillfully went to the small room on the edge of the open space to clean himself up, put on his pajamas before coming out, and consciously returned to his small sofa lie down.

This is his bedroom.

The maid stood beside him for a while, making sure that her little master had gone to sleep, and left in satisfaction.

The maid's skirt disappeared at the end of the thorny path.

The child opened his eyes and looked up, making sure no one was staring at him before asking in a low voice, "Mr. Ghost? Mr. Ghost? Are you still there?"

What Mr. Ghost!

Gojo Satoru couldn't laugh or cry, lying on the back of the sofa, stretched out his hand and grabbed the child's head.

The child who was rua lay on his back and looked at Gojo Satoru, his round eyes were shining brightly, even if he had no expression, he could still see his joy: "Long time no see, Mr. Ghost."

haven't seen you for a long time?

"Didn't you just see it yesterday?" Thinking it was just a child's joke, Gojo Satoru retorted amusedly.

"No." The child shook his head seriously, "The last time I saw Mr. Ghost was a year ago."

"One year?" Gojo Satoru was stunned, "Then how old are you now?"

The child counted with his fingers: "I'm exactly five years old today!"

Today happened to be the child's birthday, so even if the concept of time was not clear, the child knew that a year had passed since the last time he saw Gojo Satoru.

"How old is Mr. Ghost this year?" Xu Shi usually held back hard. In front of Mr. Ghost, who only he could see and belonged to him, children especially talked a lot.

"It's not Mr. Ghost, it's Gojo, Gojo Satoru." Gojo Gojo corrected him patiently, "I'm 17 years old this year, kid."

"Gojo Satoru..." the child repeated in a ignorant manner, and then said angrily, "I'm not called a brat, I'm called Rhys Dracula!"

Arguing with a five-year-old child seems a bit silly. Although Gojo Satoru doesn't mind this kind of thing, but he doesn't know when he will wake up, so it's better not to waste time.

"Who was that woman just now?" Gojo Satoru pointed in the direction the woman left.

Xiaoyu Gongmian sat up, and answered the question of her only friend seriously with her immature voice: "That's Alisa, the older sister sent by my mother to take care of me."

Yu Gongmian, who looked more like a three-year-old child, patted the seat next to her: "Please sit down, Mr. Ghost."

"It seems that I didn't see her last time?" The dream last time was indeed too hasty, so that Gojo Satoru didn't look carefully at the surrounding environment, but no matter what he said, he couldn't fail to find someone nearby.

Xiaoyu Gongmian was silent for a while, with a slightly puzzled tone: "Sister Alyssa came here last month, because, I told my mother, I want to see the sky? Anyway, after that, Sister Alyssa came gone."

The little child still couldn't understand the reason why his mother did this, but Wujo Satoru understood it immediately:

The sky represents freedom, and Alisa is the mother's surveillance and imprisonment of Yu Gongmian.

"Mr. Phantom, can you come to celebrate my birthday with me every year?" Seeing Gojo Gojo's inexplicable silence, Xiao Yu Gongmian pulled his sleeve and asked pleadingly.

A child's mind is so simple that he can tell at a glance that the indifference of his mother and maid will only make him fearful and uneasy, and this Mr. Ghost, who suddenly appeared like a fairy tale, can only be seen by him, and belongs to him, will undoubtedly win the favor in an instant. He won the favor of the child and became the most important friend of the child.

Judging from the current situation, this "dream" may continue forever.

Is it because of the blood sucked by Yu Gongmian, plus some special circumstances caused by the previous time travel?

While thinking, Gojo Satoru nodded in agreement.

The moment he agreed, the familiar darkness struck.

wake up.

In recent days, because the arrangement for the school principal will be announced at the end of the year, Noctua Moth Zhengdao is extremely busy every day, most of the time, a few second graders and first graders are asked to train and go on missions together.

After the disappearance of the three people before, the high-level executives in the magic world may suddenly realize that Gojo Satoru is actually not that scary, nor is it so invincible, but the pressure on them is much lighter.

I don't know where the confidence comes from, laughing.

Although it seems to the people here that they just disappeared for seven days, in fact Gojo Satoru and the others actually stayed in the past for more than a year, and thanks to the blessing of not being able to release the magic power, their physical skills have been unprecedentedly improved Exercise and strengthen.

Gojo Satoru also mastered the knack of opening all day without a lower limit through this year's training.

Under the eyes of "good guys, where did you get the experience pack" from the nitrous at home, Xia Youjie quietly pulled her away and took her to the side to teach her the breathing of water.

After working as a medical staff for a short period of time, Xia Youjie realized how important the existence of Jiaguozi was to ordinary magicians who could not reverse spells.

Therefore, after discussing with Gojo Wu and Amamemian, I decided to tell Jia Ruozi about their experience, and teach her the more inclusive sword technique of breathing water.

"Huihara and Qihai can also teach me a lesson, but I don't need to talk to them too carefully."

So, during this period of time, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie quickly compiled a set of breathing method practice manuals, taking advantage of Noctua's righteous way and nobody caring.

Although the two of them are only good at the breath of rosy clouds and the breath of water, the two geniuses also have a good understanding of other sets of breaths, but they are not as smooth as their own breaths.

In this regard, Yu Gongmian was completely useless, so he could only squat aside and stare blankly.

Just when he was in a daze, a pair of big hands descended from the sky, holding his face and rubbing it fiercely.

"Hmm!" Yu Gongmian came back to his senses and struggled, his slender wrists erupted with strength that didn't belong to his body type, and pulled down the big hands on his face.

"Gojo Satoru! You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!" This guy has been wrong since he came back from the past, Amamiyamian has tolerated him for a long time.

Gojo Satoru was fearless, he even put his hand under Yu Gongmian's armpit and lifted him up.

"It's so small, Mianmian~" Lifting the person up and down, Wujo Gojo muttered thoughtfully, "Try it at night?"

"Wujo Wu!" Yu Gongmian gritted his teeth, his golden eyes were so bright in the sun that they could burn people, and the blood color in his eyes, which represented the blood race, began to churn. He reached out and knocked Wujo Wu's head, and was thrown away by Wujo Wu, who had been prepared for a long time. .

I can't hit it!

Gritting her teeth, Yu Gongmian kicked Gojo Wu in the stomach.

This kick was very powerful, and it also brought the power of space. It directly touched Gojo Satoru, kicked him out of balance, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and Yu Gongmian, who was being held by him, also fell to the ground on him.

A few people training not far away: ...

Jiarui Zizi glanced at Xia Youjie openly, then turned to Hui Yuanxiong and Nanami Jianren and solemnly suggested: "Maybe you should stay away from them? I think boys should protect themselves, you guys What do you think?"

"Huh?" Hui Yuanxiong made a suspicious voice.

Qi Haijian on the side nodded gratefully, and replied seriously: "You are right, thank you for your suggestion, Miss Jiaxue."

"No, please don't count me in if you can, thank you." Xia Youjie refused to be involved in the two contemporaries.

"Hiss—that's too much force, Mianmian!" Gojo Wu felt aggrieved, as if Yu Gongmian had done something wrong.

"Heh!" Sitting on Gojo Wu's waist, Yu Gongmian sneered, the corners of his upturned eyes were sharply curved, and he couldn't see the appearance of his round eyes when he was a child at all, "I can still do it again Work harder!"

His eyes fell on the end of the boy's eyes, and his thoughts gradually drifted away. Gojo Satoru suddenly asked, "Mianmian, when is your birthday?"

Yu Gongmian was taken aback by the sudden change of topic, and then answered casually: "I don't know."

?

Gojo Wu's doubts were obvious, Yu Gongmian became irritable, and his tone was also impatient: "I said no, know, know!"

In Yu Gongmian's memory, there has never been a birthday. He has never had a birthday, and he doesn't know when he was born. It's like a lonely ghost with nowhere to go. He doesn't know when he was born. , when to dissipate.