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Just as Fu Heihui packed up the remaining desserts and was about to leave, he saw a man in a black suit suddenly appearing beside him.

The man in the suit looked at Yuzu Yujin with bright eyes: "Excuse me..."

Nagasaki: "No fitness, no swimming, no insurance, no buying a house, what else can I do?"

The man stuck for a second: "No, I'm not here to sell."

"I'm here to ask this boy," he handed over a business card and flyer with bright eyes, "Are you interested in participating in our competition?"

Inexplicably, Knotabagi Yuhito was stuffed with a business card:? ? ?

"What game?" He stroked his hair in embarrassment, and suddenly realized, "Oh oh oh, you recognized me."

"I'm sorry, I won't be participating now." He is currently studying in a high school, and he is not short of money.

Fu Heihui, who was carrying the dessert, couldn't help being curious when he heard these inexplicable two sentences: "What do you recognize?"

"That's, that's the TV checkpoint," Hirohito Hiroshi looked awkwardly at Haruki Juyama who hadn't stood up next to him, "I was short of money when I was in junior high school, so I went to the TV checkpoint to participate in several competitions. Didn't brother say that before?"

"It's that reincarnation?" Fu Heihui recalled it with difficulty, but still didn't remember what it was.

"[War Cop] Mirko Filipovich is reborn." Haruki Jushan calmly said this shameful title.

Yuzu Yuhito's ears started to turn red in embarrassment.

At that time, he was still in the second stage of middle school when he participated in the TV break-in show, and thought the name was cool, but now thinking about it, it was a shameful title of second year in middle school.

His brother is just like those parents who are happy to share their children's black history with all the seven aunts and eight aunts at the New Year's dinner. He has only been in the magic school for a few days, and even the chefs in the cafeteria know that he is a soldier. Reborn.

The most embarrassing thing is that he is outside now. The ordinary man in a suit in front of him sees his brother as a cloud of air. If he stops his brother from shaking off these things now, it will be as if he is talking to himself in the air.

He still hasn't forgotten that the three jk who planned to call 119 ten minutes ago are still sitting beside him.

"Cough," Wild Rose Nagasaki couldn't help the smile in her throat, so she had to pretend to cough, "Then what, Mirko Philipovich is still alive."

"What Philips?" The man in the suit looked confused, "No, I want to invite him to participate in the competition to select the most sweet eater in Tokyo."

Yujin Knotabagi, who was blushing and about to cook himself: "Huh?"

Didn't you come to see him to participate in the TV program?

When he was in junior high school, due to lack of money, he participated in this kind of competition for a long time. At that time, as long as he turned on this kind of TV program, he would definitely be found on it.

Later, after he was promoted to National High School, he never went there again. Just now, he thought that the man in the black suit recognized him. He was the producer of the Knotabagi Yuhito that swept all Japan a year ago. He was here to let him participate again. What.

Isn't it now?

The man in the suit looked at the confused Knotweed Yujin, and couldn't help shaking his hand excitedly: "I've been observing this dessert shop for several days, and this shop has the most dessert icing in Tokyo, come here Most of our customers stop eating after one or two bites."

"Only you!" He seemed to see a savior, "Only you can eat four cakes without drinking water."

Knotweed Youruhito: What is this and what?

"If you come to our competition, you will definitely win the championship." The man in the suit patted him on the shoulder excitedly, "How about it, do you want to try it?"

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Ah, this..."

"But these desserts are not for me."

The person who eats dessert is actually Su Nuo.

"Young man, I have been watching you for a long time," the man in the suit persuaded, "just now your two friends have been blocking the front, although they say they can't see what you are doing, but the missing dessert on the plate can't just disappear out of thin air Bar?"

Knotweed Youruhito: "...According to you, it really didn't just disappear out of thin air."

——appeared in his stomach out of thin air.

"Yes, so let's compete!"

"That's not right," Knotabagi Yujin was almost entangled in, he shook his head, and pointed to Fu Heihui who was carrying the dessert, "Why don't you think he ate it?"

The man in the suit shook his head firmly: "It's not him."

"Your friends were chatting just now, both hands were empty, and you were the only one sitting in front of the table, so it couldn't be anyone else."

Knotabagi Yuhito: ... How can he refute this.

"So come to our competition?" The man in the suit eagerly held his hand, "I haven't seen a good seed like you for many years."

Nagasaki was incredible: "This competition has been held for many years?"

"No, uncle, wait a minute," Knotabayu Yuhito quickly pulled out his hand, "I'm still a student at school and my parents disagree."

The man in the suit was taken aback by his action.

Before he could clearly see the movement of the boy in front of him, he felt the wrist he was holding was pulled out.

How did he pull his hand out?

"No, I agree." Haruki Jushan began to watch the excitement.

Knotabagi Yuhito: "I need to focus on my studies."

Fu Heihui, who also watched the excitement, said, "If you're fine, you can participate in the competition on weekends."

Knotweed Youruhito: "I...my family lives far away in the countryside and this is the first time I went to the city today!"

The man in the suit came back to his senses and slapped his thigh: "Isn't it a coincidence, isn't it, today is the first day of our competition."

Knotweed Yuren: ...

Knotabazu Yuhito ran away.

When Kizaki and Fukuroe didn't react, the nimble Knotaba Yuhito directly brushed past two girls who were walking and chatting with plates, and his sleeves narrowly brushed against the hands of the two girls The wind brought by the running only caused a few strands of hair on the sides of the two girls' necks to float back slightly.

"Hey, young man—" The man in the suit didn't expect him to run away, and hurriedly chased after him with the leaflets and business cards returned by him.

Megumi Fukuro, who was left in place, looked at each other with Rose Nagasaki, and also chased after her.

The trio who came out of the dessert shop ran across several streets, and finally turned a corner. After confirming that the man in a suit behind them did not catch up, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you running?" Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei looked at the wrinkled Knotweed Yuhito whose sleeves had been torn behind her, and finally couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Then, if I don't run, I won't be able to participate in the real competition." Knotabagi Yujin didn't know why he started running with a guilty conscience just now, so he touched the back of his neck innocently and said.

"But to be honest, Knotweed, do you really not consider participating in that competition?" Nazaki leaned on the wall, laughing out of breath under the puzzled eyes of a bunch of passers-by.

"No, I still think Mr. Wujo is more suitable," Hirohito Tibones rubbed the back of his neck depressedly, "I should have given him the contact information of Mr. Wujo just now, so maybe he wouldn't run after us. "

"You can give it now if you want," Fu Heihui added, "he is right behind you now."

Yuzu Yujin turned his head, and on the other side of the corner, on the busy street, a man in a black suit was standing in the middle of the crowd, looking around anxiously.

Kunzhang Youroto quickly retracted his half-protruded head, as if he had seen some special magic spirit.

"To be reasonable, is there a need for such a strange game?" He looked depressedly at Haruki Yoshiyama, who was standing aside and watching the excitement.

Relying on the fact that ordinary people couldn't see him, his brother leisurely stalked behind the three fast-running first-year students, and now he came here, his face was full of gloating, and it was written on his face.

——Usually, the three of them, as conjurers, would run after the curse spirit, but now they are all right, when they are not expelling the curse spirit, they are chased instead.

"What's so strange?" Nagasaki looked at Megumi Fukuro holding the packaged dessert in his hand, and almost burst into tears. "It's so meaningful to choose the person who can eat the most sweets in Tokyo."

With great difficulty, the three of them got rid of this uncle who was extremely persistent in letting Knotabagi Yuhito participate in the competition, and they couldn't straighten their waists laughing at the corner.

The man standing in the middle of the road looked around for a long time, finally accepted the fact that he had lost him, turned around and left disappointed.

After the crisis was resolved, Fu Heihui didn't know how he ran along the way. Under such strong bumps, which desserts in his hand still kept the shape when they were just loaded, and it was impossible to see that his master had I ran several 800 meters with it.

The three of them are conjurers who often sit and train daily, and this distance will not make them breathless. After Nagasaki and Fuguro laughed enough, the breathing of the three of them calmed down.

"So where are you going now?" Knotabagi Yujin asked Wild Rose enthusiastically.

When I came out this time, Wild Rose originally wanted to check in at the dessert shop. After the sprint just now, the makeup on her face was a bit smudged. Now she took out a powder cake from her bag and carefully touched up her makeup.

"I don't know," she slapped Hei Hui while touching up her makeup, "Is there any movie recently?"

"Let me check." Fu Heihui changed his hand to hold the dessert, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to check the theater's information. At this moment, a call came through the mobile phone.

"Fuhei, someone actually called you on the weekend!" Knotabagi Yuhito began to boo, "Who is it? Could it be the girl Tsumiki introduced to you?"

Fu Heihui: "...No, it's Yidizhi."

"Pleasant to inform everyone," he shook the phone's caller ID page, "Our vacation is over."

As a supervision assistant, Yidizhi had only one purpose for calling, and that was that they were about to have a mission.

"By the way, there is one more thing," he raised the dessert in his hand, "how to deal with this?"

They can't take a box of desserts for Gojo Satoru to go on missions, can they?

The future owner of the dessert is reading with gusto.

In order to protect these fragile ancient books, the place where the Wutiao family stored these materials has been sealed up all year round. There is no open fire and it is rarely cleaned. This has caused the place to be full of dust and dark as hell.

When Gojo Wujo came in, the doorkeeper opened the door for him with a broken heart, as if he opened the vault instead of the book storage warehouse. Seeing his own family, the most fearless man in the world of conjuration, just like this, he went in. The old man at the door didn't care about the rules, so he grabbed Gojo Satoru who was about to walk in.

"After entering, in order to preserve the fragile paper, you can't use too bright lights." The gatekeeper took out a simulated electronic candlestick from the cabinet and stuffed it into Gojo Satoru's hand.

"It's the brightest," he emphasized.

"Also," the old man said to Gojo Satoru who walked into the room as if he suddenly remembered something, "The bookcases inside are also hundreds of years old, so you can't rely on them."

So now I found an interesting book that I can only sit cross-legged on the ground and read with difficulty by the light of a simulated candle.

Should it be said that fortunately he has six eyes?Otherwise, the ancient books here can't be brought out, and he only has such a little light, even if he reads a book, he will be short-sighted even if he is not blind.

The name of this book translates so explosively, and the content inside is not inferior. The author is not a title party.

Gojo Satoru probably roughly read the whole book in ten minutes. This is a textual research on the life of the curse master and two-faced Nuo written based on folklore and the memories of the older generation.Gojo Satoru had read a lot of information about him after Hirohito Kojou entered school, but there was a very interesting thing mentioned in this book.

The two-faced Nuo from thousands of years ago seems to have a younger brother.

The creation time of the book is untestable. According to the author’s description, it was probably decades after Su Nuo was killed by conjurers together. Many conjurers who have witnessed these stories are already very old, but Mention the story about Su Nuo and Su Nuo's younger brother, and I will pat my thighs excitedly——

"Brother Su Nuo, that grandson!"

In the narration of the book, Su Nuo, as a murderous curse master who can stop children crying at night, loves his younger brother but can't be blackened and imprisoned. In the end, he forced an already frail boy to death, and then ruthlessly took him as who? And the way I don't know becomes a curse.

When I first saw this, Gojo Satoru thought it was a folk second creation fan ooc orthopedics story about Su Nuo. Who would have thought that from here, the plot would take a sharp turn, and then it would be impossible to stop like eating Xuanmai.

It turns out that Su Nuo's younger brother who was transformed into a curse spirit is not a little white flower, but a sickly girl who is comparable to him.After becoming a curse, he began to pretend to be the only weakness of the two-faced Su Nuo to deceive the conjurer, secretly inquiring about the core building map of the conjuration world and the high-level secrets of conjuration.Then when the time was right, he directly notified the two-faced Su Nuo that he had entered the world of conjuration, causing the largest casualty of the conjurer since he faced the two-faced Su Nuo.

Gojo Satoru who saw this: Wow, did you guys start playing Infernal Affairs thousands of years ago?

In the end, Su Nuo, who successfully raided the magic world and caused countless injuries, also fought with his cursed brother on the ruins. The author specially marked it here. Although the old man is unwilling to say, I reasonably suspect that it was a goblin fight.

Gojo Satoru: Hey - I didn't see it.

Relying on his younger brother who successfully lurked close to the magic world, Su Nuo got the internal maps and some high-level secrets of all the buildings in the magic world at that time, which directly promoted the development of the construction industry at that time to a certain extent.

After all, if the conjurers whose families have been found out don't want to be hit by him a second time, they have to rebuild their families.

It wasn't enough to rebuild the family. The world of conjuration turned over such a big car, and it still fell on a curse. The high-level executives at that time were so cowardly, and the rest of the face couldn't hold back, so no one dared to write these things down in the book. Things, and with the passage of time and the gradual reduction of insiders, these things were also covered up in the long river of time.

—if the author of this book does not owe them to write them down.

The person who wrote this book seems to be some kind of heir of the Wutiao family, otherwise this book, which looks like dog blood, would not have been collected by the Wutiao family with these serious records.

The book was not dated either, and he kept claiming that he was an unofficial history. Wujo Wu looked at it for a long time with a bean-sized artificial candle, only to feel that the cracks in the book were full of dog blood.

What is Nuo who is crazy about love, who is weak and coquettish and who is the younger brother of Nuo, and who is an outsider who is strong and weak in orthopedics in the middle of the year, how can he, a pure teacher of the people, understand.

Immortal, really immoral.

Gojo Satoru took this book and looked around. It is estimated that the original version is more than 1000 years old. This copy is also from hundreds of years ago. The paper is very old. It is estimated that it has not been read in these hundreds of years People think this thing is valuable for copying. If he doesn't dig out this book from the depths, it is estimated that no one will find it after hundreds of years.

The pearl is covered with dust, indeed the pearl is covered with dust.

Since no one reads this thing, it is estimated that it has no collection value, Gojo Satoru did not do anything, and took the book out of the family directly in his arms.

——Fortunately, the old man who watched the door had bad eyesight and didn't see it.

Gojo Satoru feels that good things need to be shared, especially with one of the protagonists in the book. This can be regarded as fulfilling a dream of the bloody author.

At the time when the author was writing, Su Nuo had been killed by a magician for many years. Over the millennium, this girl (maybe a man) who produced too much fandom might not have imagined that she might have been reincarnated many times. Back then The passionate output can dance to the right master.

Gojo Satoru took this treasure book with great interest and was going to find Yuzu Yujin, but found that there were four in the first grade including the curse spirits, and they were not in school now.

Gojo Satoru sighed regretfully after turning around the teaching building, turning around the dormitory, turning around the playground, and not even finding any shadow of any of the four.

It seems that either he went on a mission or he went out to play.

"Yijizhi," Gojo Satoru dialed Yizhizhi's phone smoothly, "Did Youruhito go on a mission?"

After getting an affirmative answer from the other end of the phone, Gojo Satoru asked for an address, turned around and walked towards the mission location.

Before we go... why don't we buy some Daifuku first?

Gojo Satoru turned around and walked in another direction.

"Who is it?" Jushan Haruki, who was waiting outside with Yizhizhi, was idly shaking the car key and looked at the Supervisor Assistant Mr. whom he had met twice.

"It's Teacher Wutiao." Yi Dizhi was taken aback for a moment before replying.

Although he knew that the curse that was said to be brother Knotweed was a safe curse spirit that was agreed to be active in the conjuration high school by the upper echelon of the magic circle, but it was still impossible for him to chat with a curse spirit as if nothing had happened.

After all, he is just an innocent beater with no magic power!

A worker, a worker's soul, isn't it just a curse spirit? He...he can't afford to provoke him, and he can't hide from him.

The three first-year students went in and out of the mission, and the curse spirit, who was too lazy to intervene in such low-level missions, stayed outside the tent and began to play with his work vehicle key fob idly.

[System,] Jushan Haruki, who was playing with the keys, suddenly looked at the car with bright eyes, 【I have a bold idea. 】

The system knew what he wanted to do at a glance: [Your bold ideas are generally recorded in the criminal law. 】

【How can you say that?】 Haruki Jushan flicked the key, 【Although I intend to drive without a license, the law targets people, and I am a curse spirit. 】

The performance of the vehicles equipped with these supervisory assistants in the magic world is one-to-one. Unfortunately, Yidizhi is an excellent supervisory assistant who obeys the law and drives smoothly. He has never discovered other performances of this car.

Jushan Haruki's hands were itchy, so he wanted to go up and run a few times. It happened that there was still an open space outside the tent, so it was very suitable for playing.

So after obtaining Yidizhi's consent (Yidizhi: I dare not say no--), Jushan Haruki drove three drifts on the open space where the car keys were inserted, and he just drove the car out of the style of a racing car.

In the end, amidst the smell of worn rubber on the side of the tires and a few tire marks on the ground, the idle curse finally stopped the car, and with a merciful flick, the car stopped beside Yidizhi.

Fortunately, no one has seen it now. Otherwise, in the eyes of others, technology has advanced for at least 30 years, and the driverless car is directly beside me. AI is better than humans, and it will drift.

Yi Dizhi looked dizzy. Just as the curse spirit stopped the car, Gojo Satoru hung up the phone again, without giving him any time to catch his breath.When he hung up the phone, the instigator of the tire wear flipped out of the car at some point, and was sitting on the roof playing with the car keys.

Hearing that Gojo Satoru was coming, the curse spirit lacked interest, turned around and turned back into the car, restarted the ignition and prepared to start the next round of catching shrimp.

Yi Dizhi, who doesn't know why a curse spirit can drive: We dare not ask, and we dare not say.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru is coming soon, I only hope that all this can be ended after he comes.

Yi Dizhi hadn't finished his prayer halfway, when he saw the car driving at high speed stop suddenly.

"What..." What's wrong?

Before he could finish his question, he saw the curse spirit who was sitting in the car suddenly opened the car door and rushed in with a teleportation, which scared him to death.

"In the mission, it doesn't feel right." Curse Spirit frowned.

"You withdraw the account and I'll go in and have a look." Without waiting for Yi Dizhi's response, he turned around and teleported towards the mission location. Before Yi Dizhi could react, he subconsciously heard him untie the account, and his brain began to process what he just heard .

Something's wrong with the mission?

Isn't this an ordinary third level?At best, there are too many spell spirits, so three magicians are needed to solve it.

What's going on in there?

He worried about Zhongzhong's re-entry. Although he was worried about the situation inside, as a window, he knew that he was not enough for the magic spirit to go in. Now he can only pray that the magic spirit brother of the knotweed stick can deal with a certain spell. The strongest is coming soon.

However, something happened in the mission site that Yidi knew he was looking forward to.

As soon as Jushan Haruki went in and ran down following the aura he felt, he saw that now Su Nuo was controlling the body of Yu Zhang Yuren, and in front of him was a special-level curse spirit that looked unusually well-behaved.

The curse spirit faces the king of curses with two faces, which is simply a capitalized cuteness.

There is no injury on the body of the knotweed Youren now, the clothes were damaged by the battle, and now they are hanging wildly on the body of Su Nuo, revealing half of the abdominal muscles and the muscle lines of the arms, and the sunny and healthy pockets of the little tiger The hat school uniform was so damaged, it gave him a strange sense of temptation to wear the uniform.

——If the high □□ uniform is also considered a uniform.

Judging from this body, Knotabagi Yuhito must have been seriously injured before, the piece of clothes that exposed his abdominal muscles was almost gone, and it seemed that the spell of the magic spirit had directly hit his abdomen.

It was estimated that it was this blow, and Yuzu Yujin was seriously injured after receiving it.

Who put in the super magic spirit?

Ju Shanqingshu walked out, frowning inwardly, but nothing showed on his face: "Hey, are you going for a walk?"

Su Nuo who heard the voice: "...Are you looking for Da?"

I haven't settled the account with him for those four sweet desserts.

Knotabagi Yuhito was punched in the abdomen. After he took over his body, he only felt that the punch went down, and the food in his stomach almost reached his throat.

Why does this kid eat so much?

——Su Nuo on both sides, completely ignoring the fact that he actually ate it.