Pure love DK is number one in the world

Murata followed the staff to make up the fare.He only needs to make up the fare to the next stop, and it will be convenient for him to go home when the time comes.After completing the ticket and returning to the carriage, he sat down on the subway bench next to Fu Heihui.

Today is not a day off, and it is not the time to go to work or school, so there are very few people in the subway cars.Murata leaned back against the back of the chair, his hands were naturally hanging by his sides, and the wide sleeves of white feathers were also hanging down.

Fu Heihui looked down at her knees and said, "You guessed it."

Murata regained his composure: "Huh? What did you guess right?"

Fu Heihui repeated word by word in an awkward, unproficient foreign language: "I love you."

He was talking about the title of the poem, but he seemed to be talking about something else.

After a pause, he added: "When I was learning Chinese, I found that the people over there like to add subjects to their confessions."

Unlike the Japanese who usually ignore the subject of the confession 'I like you' when they confess, people from the next country always emphasize the subject 'I love you' too straightforwardly and stubbornly when they confess seriously.

Murata: "Is that so? Then I'll go back and learn."

Fu Heihui: "Well——"

One of them looked down at his knees, and the other turned his head to look at the armrest of the chair next to him, but they didn't look at each other anyway.Under the wide haori sleeves, Megumi Fukuro pressed lightly on the back of Murata's hand.Murata moved his fingers, and Fu Heihui opened his fingers, and the two knuckles were intertwined, and their fingers were interlocked by their sleeves.

A few sporadic passengers in the carriage were either looking at their mobile phones or reading books to catch up on sleep.No one would have guessed that the two teenage boys who were poised on the bench next door were quietly holding hands.

After a while, the carriage announced the station, and the two let go of their hands calmly.Murata stood up: "Then I'll go back first."

Fu Heihui: "Okay."

Stand up when he speaks.

Murata: "Are you getting out of the car too?"

Fu Heihui: "Sitting for too long, stand up for a while."

The carriage door opened, Murata jumped down, and the hem of the haori garment rose slightly with his movements.Fu Heihui subconsciously bent his fingers, and immediately reacted, lowering his hands pretending to be nonchalant.

With a bang, the door closed.After jumping down, Murata turned around immediately, just in time to look at Megumi Fukui who was standing behind the car door.He bent his eyebrows and smiled brightly, raised his hand and waved to Fu Heihui.

The closed car door cut off part of the sound, but Fu Heihui could understand the mouth shape, he was saying goodbye next time.Fu Heihui's tense face softened, and he smiled unconsciously.He raised his hand and waved to Murata: "See you next time."

Saying goodbye used to mean farewell.It's different now, 'goodbye' now, see you next time.Fu Heihui's heart raised expectations - because the other party was Murata.

Murata will never disappoint his expectations.Murata is someone who said goodbye next time, and would definitely run to meet him.

After leaving the subway station, Murata bought a mango cake roll in the dessert shop next to the subway station entrance, and looked at the map while eating.The map showed turning left and right. He stood at the intersection of traffic lights, chewing on cake rolls, and looked up at the landmarks around him: Very good, it doesn't match the map.

The ghost knows why the map keeps changing as he walks.Is it because I didn't use my brain?

Forget it, let's call the assistant supervisor...

Before Murata had time to exit the map interface, he suddenly dodged to the side vigilantly, avoiding the hand that was about to slap his shoulder, and looked up to see the monk with the ball head in five cassocks, smiling kindly and brightly at him.

He stuffed all the remaining cake rolls into his mouth, his cheeks were bulging, but his expression was indifferent.The indifferent expression matched with his bulging cheeks trying to chew, made him look joyful and cute.

Xia Youjie laughed out of his heart, and said in a warm voice, "You can eat slowly, and it doesn't matter if you talk to me after eating."

Murata had already put one hand on the handle of the knife.He swallowed the rest of the cake and said, "I didn't want to talk to you."

His resistance was firm.Xia Youjie supported his elbow with one hand, and touched his chin with the other, his fox eyes curled up with a smile: "Oh? Are you so unfeeling? Your teacher and I used to have a certain topic in common?"

"You should know who I am, right?"

Murata: "I know, the teacher told me - one of the only four remaining special classes of conjurers, the curse master Xia Youjie."

In fact, Murata recognized Xia Youjie by relying on his bangs. 99 did show him a photo of Xia Youjie, but it was Gao Zhuan's headshot, and Murata didn't remember Xia Youjie's face seriously, only his bangs were very strange.

"Murata-kun always looks wary of me, which makes me so sad. Obviously, I really hope to be friends with Murata-kun..."

His tone became low, and at the same time, he flashed behind Murata; in terms of speed alone, he was already the fastest among conjurers, but Xia Youjie still couldn't touch Murata's shoulder when he dropped his hand, and his fingertips were only Touched the corner of Murata Haori's sleeve.

He looked down at his fingertips, his face pretended to be distressed, but his eyes looked at Murata more enthusiastically than before: "Sure enough, you are different from those people...Your eyes can see the difference world, right?"

The young man lifted his chin slightly, still pressing the handle of the knife with one hand, and his smile faded a little, but he didn't answer Xia Youjie's words.He even took the time to look at the traffic lights next to him: because Xia Youjie came to talk to him just now, he missed the green light, and now it's red again.

Murata was a little annoyed, the taste of the cake that remained in his mouth seemed not so sweet anymore.

Xia Youjie didn't try to touch Murata again, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and said, "Is it because of Fuhei that you stayed in Gaozhuan?"

When he mentioned Fu Hei, the young man who had been ignoring him just now suddenly turned his head and looked at Xia Youjie.Murata just looked at Xia Youjie expressionlessly, as if signaling him to continue talking with his eyes.

Xia Youjie was a little surprised: "You care more about Fuhei than I imagined."

"Have you ever thought that Fu Hei might die. Maybe he died in a certain mission, maybe he was escorting a certain important person, or he might even die because of internal strife among the upper echelons of the magic world."

"The life of a conjurer is more fragile than that of ordinary people."

At this time, the red light just ended, and after listening to Xia Youjie's words, Murata turned his head and prepared to cross the road.He had just raised his feet when he noticed movement behind him, and Xia Youjie's arm brushed across his back; Murata jumped back, frowning slightly, his right hand still pressed on the hilt of his sword.

There was a distance of about two meters between the two, Murata frowned and looked at Xia Youjie suspiciously.The sneak attack failed, and the cunning adult touched the back of his head, half-closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue: "Oh, it failed. How strange, I have already blocked the sound with spell power, and you don't have eyes on the back of your head. How did you find out?"

The action of sticking out the tongue is of course more cute for girls.No matter how you say it, a middle-aged man in his twenties doesn't go well with the action of sticking out his tongue... But Xia Youjie did it with a weird sense of harmony.

For example, after a fox pounce fails, wink the enemy, which can be used to relieve embarrassment.

Murata didn't bother to talk to him, and wanted to hurry up and cross the road.If you don't hurry up, it will turn into a red light again.And here is the main road, if there is a fight, there will definitely be crowds watching - maybe it will be photographed and published in the newspapers.

It would be so embarrassing.

Xia Youjie didn't engage in a sneak attack this time. He quickly caught up with Murata and crossed the road with him, talking to Murata non-stop: "Did you not draw your sword when you were sneak attacked by me just now?"

Murata really felt that he was a little annoyed, and lowered his eyebrows, but he still replied politely: "There is no danger. Even if there is danger, it can be solved with a scabbard."

Xia Youjie chuckled, "Is this your way of swordsmanship?"

Murata was silent.Xia Youjie didn't care either, and continued to sing a one-man show by himself: "I found those gyms you visited before...haha, don't look at me with that expression, I didn't do anything, just politely ask They took out the videotape of the exchange game and replayed it for me to watch."

"Murata-kun's way of swordsmanship is to protect ordinary people, and he will never draw his sword against ordinary people, right? Are you so confident? You think drawing your sword after I do evil will definitely stop me."

They crossed the street just as the green light ended.Several cars honked their horns and drove out from behind the two.Xia Youjie looked sideways at the young man. From the beginning to the end, no matter what he said, Murata's expression remained the same without any change.

He pressed his right hand on the handle of the knife, not to draw the knife, but just a subconscious movement of practicing the knife all the year round.He said he didn't want to talk to Xia Youjie, so he really didn't talk to Xia Youjie, no matter what Xia Youjie said.

Xia Youjie didn't feel angry, he understood Murata's reaction too well.When he was as old as Murata, he was even more proud and conceited than Murata.

Then his pride and conceit, the spine and righteousness of a 16-year-old boy, were interrupted inch by inch by reality.His bewilderment extended from the age of 16 to the age of 26, over every sleepless, hopeless long night.

Everyone knows that dreams are impossible to achieve.Everyone knows that when broken bones are reattached, there will be cracks.But even if you know what happened, you can't go back at all. This is true for any adult.

Gone are the days of sitting on a grill and drinking fruit juice for wine.Youth is gone.Mistakes are made.

Anything, anything, taken away by time and reality, no amount of powerful curse can keep it.What you keep is only your own unwilling emotions at that time.

click.

There was a crisp sound when the pumpkin seeds were cracked, and Murata threw the shells into his haori pocket, looking up at Xia Youjie slightly: "Are you done? I'm leaving after I'm done—I'm driving, miss I won't be able to eat lunch on this bus."

He said he didn't want to talk to Xia Youjie, but he remained polite in a subtle way.For example, if you are leaving, remember to tell Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie looked down at the young man's handsome face, and smiled lightly: "Murata-kun, you are a polite and good boy, and you are really not suitable for a college, nor for this magic world."

"Everything you have now, your talent, your pride, your friends, may eventually become a source of pain. Until the end comes, can you still maintain your kindness towards ordinary people?"

Murata sighed, and finally answered Xia Youjie's only question head-on: "The principal and the teacher have asked me this question too. They asked you a little more tactfully than you, not so intuitive and cruel... I found that you all like to think about the future things."

"I haven't started the task yet, so I'm in a hurry to choose a cemetery for myself."

"I don't think about the future, I don't think about things that haven't happened."

Not far from the bus stop, Murata lost his dignity and composure for a second, and ran away: "Oh, wait, wait! I haven't got on the bus yet!"

He rushed over in two or three steps, and before the car door was completely closed, Murata jumped up like a rabbit, and the emerald green dragonfly ornament on the handle of the sun wheel knife flickered with his movements, making it extremely eye-catching.The boy looked back at him after jumping into the bus. Through the window of the bus, the smile on the boy's face inexplicably revealed a feeling of 'bye bye', complacent and unknowing.

"Master, are we just chasing him to do useless work in such a calm and unhurried manner?"

"Useless work? How can it be said to be useless work? I just keep reminding him-where should he be able to go."

The corners of Xia Youjie's mouth turned up, in a happy mood: "Let's go, go to the dessert shop and buy mango cake rolls for Nanako and Mimiko."

Because Xia Youjie wasted his time, Murata simply took a day off from school to play games at home.In the afternoon, I received a few urgent missions nearby and made another trip.

At night, Murata had a dream.

In the dream, he didn't realize that he was dreaming, but he knew that he was playing a game.The reason why he stayed in this dark place on all sides was because his game was disconnected.

After a while, Murata didn't know how long it was.His eyes suddenly lit up, and he was in a certain house when he went online again.He straightened his back and got up from the ground, and Mao Mao sneaked up to the only window in the room.

Fu Heihui was also by the window, holding a gun, his emerald green eyes focused on the outside of the building.

Murata squatted beside him: "Hui, are you holding a gun for me?"

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes seemed to be able to poke on the [-]x mirror.His voice is also low: "Yeah."

Murata: "Why?"

Fu Heihui: "Because you are offline, I don't trust you."

Fu Heihui took out a helmet from his backpack and put it on Murata's head with a serious expression: "This is very safe."

Murata's head was covered in a helmet.He blinked and muffled: "What about you?"

Fu Heihui shook his head: "I don't need it."

Murata also shook his head: "You will be very dangerous without a helmet."

When he raised his hand to untie the helmet, Fu Heihui suddenly pressed Murata's hand, Junxiu's face was expressionless, but his eyes were soft, soft and seemed reluctant.He re-emphasized to Murata: "I don't need it."

Later, Murata didn't remember whether they won the game, and when he woke up in the morning, he didn't even have the memory of picking up a few bags in his dream.He lay on the bed for a while without getting up, turned over and picked up his phone to send a message to Fu Heihui.

[Murata: Next time you play games, stock up on a few more second-tier heads.

Fu Heihui: ...Sent me a message after [-] o'clock in the morning, just to let me stock up on a few more second-stage heads next time?

Murata: Helmets are very important!

Murata: What if there is only one helmet left?

Fu Heihui: The cat is speechless.jpg

Fu Heihui: Good.

Murata: Then I will continue to sleep.

Fu Heihui: Yes. 】