Pure love DK is number one in the world

That sentence was transmitted along the floating signal, its voice was not clear, vague, as if one could see from the voice how the speaker was lazily saying this sentence with sleepiness.

As a result, the gloom in Fu Heihui's heart dissipated a little.He rolled his Adam's apple, breathed shallowly, and waited for a few seconds before speaking: "Sorry, it's too late, I'm going to sleep. I'm tired of doing tasks today...can we meet again next time?"

"Ah - good!"

After hanging up the phone, Murata lay on the bed, feeling sleepy belatedly.He held his phone and fell asleep in seconds.

The next morning is a battle practice, a melee in the second and third grades.After the practice, the boys and girls went to the locker room to change out the dirty school uniforms.

After taking off his clothes, Murata took a simple shower in the shower room, and came out rubbing his half-dry hair.Because of the extra procedure of taking a shower, he was half a step slower than the others—when he arrived at the locker room, Kenji Kamo, Aoi Todo, and Kikumaru were discussing something together.

He walked up to Dongtang Aoi, and while buttoning his uniform, he asked curiously, "What are you discussing?"

Jijiwan: "We're talking about the Su Nuo container—you dropped out of school before, so you didn't know about it. There was a student at the Tokyo High School who was originally a death row prisoner who swallowed both Su Nuo fingers, but was later protected by Wujo Wuqiang. Then I became a student of Tokyo High School."

"Does Gojo Satoru have any special hobbies? Last year, Yota Oto was also a death-row inmate at the beginning, and then he was forcibly saved..."

Murata paused while buttoning his buttons, dazed: "Sunuo container? The king of curses? Isn't the two-faced Sunuo dead long ago? The fingers are sliced, right?"

He tried his best to recall his poor cultural knowledge, and made sure that he hadn't misremembered the knowledge about the two-faced Su Nuo, the king of curses.Didn't he die long ago?Last year, when the school organized a visit to the special magic objects, they also visited the two-faced Nuo finger in the exhibition cabinet in a group.

Kenji Kamo raised his head and explained to Murata with a smile: "You remember correctly, the two-faced Nuo is indeed dead, but he is not completely dead. The curse of the two-faced Nuo is very strong, even after the body has been decomposed for thousands of years. After that, the fingers he left in the world are still full of the power of the cursed king himself."

"The curse itself involves the existence of the human soul, so those fingers with the residual power of the double-faced Nuo can also be considered to contain part of the soul of the double-faced Nuo."

"The high school student swallowed the fingers of the double-faced Nuo in an accident of recovering the curse. Not only was he not directly swallowed by the magic power of the double-faced Nuo, but he also maintained his own mind. This is very rare among human beings. Rare and valuable, it shows that when he competed for the body with the king of curses, his own soul power had the upper hand."

Murata opened his eyes wide, flattering without soul: "It sounds amazing——"

"..."

Kenji Kamo was convinced that Murata didn't understand a single word.He sighed, and changed to a simple and easy-to-understand statement: "That student accidentally ate the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo, and then the soul of the two-faced Su Nuo was revived in his body. Now he is in the state of one body and two souls, but his reason occupies got the upper hand."

Murata clenched his fist and hammered his palm: "Oh, that's it—and then? What happened to that student?"

Kenji Kamo: "He's dead."

"Ah... dead?"

"Well, he's dead. It seems that he made an intelligence error during the mission and encountered a curse spirit that was too much higher than his own level. Unfortunately, he died."

Kenji Kamo often half-closed his smiling eyes, but he couldn't see any emotion.It was Jiwan, pouted, and said, "It doesn't matter if he's dead, but it's too dangerous for that guy to be alive. If the king of curses wakes up in his body, I don't know how many conjurers will be sacrificed... Murata, you What are you knocking on?"

Murata: "Pumpkin seeds."

Jijiwan looked at him suspiciously: "The pumpkin seeds you cracked before didn't taste like this!"

"Oh, my mother fried a new flavor for me this time, sweet cream... Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Don't dig out my pockets——Why are you grabbing so much, Dongtang Aoi?! ​​Save some for me!"

Todo Aoi pressed Murata's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up, wink: "We are good brothers, next time I will give you a handshake ticket for Takada."

Murata: "...Speak well, don't wink, it's so disgusting, I'm going to spit it out."

There was a task in the afternoon, and Murata partnered with Miwa Kasumi after a long absence.The task target is not difficult to deal with. After completing the task, Murata takes Miwa Kasumi to buy ice cream.

Sanlun Xia touched her pocket, shyly wanting to decline Murata: "Well, I, I actually don't like ice cream—"

"But his family has an event, buy one get one free on a super-large ice cream bucket."

Murata poked at the billboard in front of the store and said, "I can't finish two barrels by myself. It would be a waste to throw them away."

The sweet scent of ice cream wafted out of the window continuously, and Murata had a sincere expression, with the words "Hurry up and eat ice cream with me" written all over his face.Sanlun Xia was so stared at by him that her eldest daughter's heart overflowed, and when she realized it, the two of them were already sitting on the steps of the small park eating ice cream.

While eating ice cream, Murata swiped at the phone screen, looked at it twice, frowned, looked at it twice, and curled his lips.Sanlunxia couldn't help asking, "Who are you waiting for information from?"

Murata pursed her lips, and rested her cheek with one hand: "I'm waiting for my boyfriend. Miwa, do you think that after a long distance relationship, there will be a period of burnout?"

"He has been very slow to reply to my messages recently, and he often refuses to meet with me. He can't be..."

Sanlun Xia stared at the ice cream bucket nervously, her heart was lifted, and "Hundred Ways to Comfort People", "How to Comfort People Who Broke Up", "Broken Love Is Not Your Fault", "Everything It was the man who committed the crime"...

"He didn't want to surprise me, did he?"

The eight o'clock plot in Sanlunxia's mind came to an abrupt end, with a puzzled expression on her face: "...huh?"

Murata's well-founded analysis: "Look, he used to reply to my messages in seconds, but now he only replies to me every two or three hours. He used to be super proactive when I asked him out to play, but Recently, you always find excuses to decline me—is it a marriage proposal or a surprise?”

The more he talked, the more he felt that he was very reasonable, and he nodded repeatedly to his guess to show his approval.Sanlunxia looked at Murata with complicated emotions, and opened her mouth several times, but she couldn't say cruel words in Murata's bright eyes.

In the last three rounds, Xia closed her eyes and said nonsense with tears in her eyes: "You guessed very well."

Makes sense ass!This is definitely going to be dumped, right?You must have met a scumbag, Mr. Murata! ! !

Murata licked the ice cream and sighed, "I miss him so much—when does the exchange match start?"

Do you think boyfriend has something to do with the exchange game?Are these two topics too jumpy?

Although she complained a lot in her heart, Sanlun Xia still cooperated with Murata to quickly change the subject with a guilty conscience: "There is still one week. Zhenyi and the others will go to Tokyo High School for a tour in advance, and I will work part-time as the secretary of the principal of Leyan Temple." See the principal of Tokyo High School——Murata, do you want to go with Shinyo and the others?"

No matter what to discuss, at least stop discussing the boyfriend who sent the same proposition!

Murata thought for a while, and said: "I should go with Zhenyi and the others. Speaking of which, what does the high school look like? Is it bigger than our school?"

"...It feels almost the same, the Tokyo High School is even more remote than ours."

In the evening, because of an emergency task, Murata's return home was delayed, and he had to spend the night at the house in Kyoto.

On the way back, Murata bought a bowl of instant noodles and watermelon by the way, planning to go back and have a midnight snack at ten o'clock before going to bed.

The elevator went up to the eleventh floor, and he walked to the door of his room, bowed his head and pressed the code——the moment he pressed the code to open the door, Murata realized that he was not alone in this room.

Someone else's brown shoes were taken off at the entrance, the pillow on the sofa was moved by someone, and the door of the bedroom was not closed tightly.Murata can almost infer the opponent's trajectory based on these subtle traces.

First he opened the door and changed his shoes, then sat on the sofa for a while, and finally entered the bedroom.The other party was probably very sleepy, and he didn't even notice that the bedroom door was not closed tightly.

Murata closed the door behind his back, and stuffed the instant noodles and watermelon into the refrigerator.He moved very lightly. In order not to make unnecessary noises, he didn't even wear shoes, and walked into the bedroom barefoot.

He didn't have the habit of laying blankets at home. The floor was clean marble, which was cold to the touch.

The lights in the bedroom were not turned on, but the curtains were not drawn either. The ambient light from outside shone in through the window glass, and the teenager curled up on the bed could be clearly seen.The other party hugged Murata's pillow, his chin nodded slightly, and his short black hair with ridges lay on his pale skin.

Even when he was asleep, in the restless dream, he frowned tightly, with the word 'Chuan' appearing between his brows.

Murata was lying on the edge of the bed, his arms carefully pressed against the quilt.As soon as he lay down, Fu Heihui immediately stretched his brows and opened his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, he was like fragile and beautiful porcelain, and when he opened them, he was like a beautiful knife.

The knife is also easy to break and fragile, but it can still kill people after the knife is broken, and it even becomes more dangerous.

Murata blinked: "Did I wake you up?"

Fu Heihui shook his head, sat up from the bed, combed his messy hair with his fingers, and there were two obvious bluish-black spots under his eyelids.He looked as if he hadn't slept well for a long time, his chin was thin, and his eyes became sharper.

Murata couldn't describe the sharpness, and he was rather annoyed at this moment that he didn't pay attention to the Chinese class. If he studied hard, he wouldn't be full of "he's so good-looking" over and over again. It's all because of embarrassment.

Fu Heihui bent down and hugged Murata.

That gesture was not so much a hug as it was Fu Heihui holding Murata in his arms.His head was buried in Murata's neck, and his hair and cheeks warmly rubbed against Murata's neck.

The arms were completely filled, and the empty part of my heart was also filled.Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, tightened his arms, and ran his fingers across his lover's back and waist through two thin layers of fabric.

He could feel Murata's muscles tense the moment he was touched, and those not exaggerated but beautifully shaped muscles would tense and tremble sensitively when his fingers passed over.

The carnivore, who was obviously extremely sensitive, and would subconsciously reveal its fangs when it was patted on the shoulder, nestled docilely in his arms, and would only tense its muscles and mutter a few words in a low voice when it was touched to a fatal point.

Fu Heihui felt that this was also a kind of coquettishness.At least it's acting like a baby that works for him.

Holding his lover greedily like a drowning person replenishing oxygen, Fu Heihui closed his eyes and whispered: "I'm sorry... I didn't date you a few days ago, and I didn't explain it."

At that time, the wound was not completely healed, and he agreed to the special training of Wujo teacher.Even the reply to Murata's few messages was typed while eating, and he was often ridiculed by the seniors of the second grade for this.

But there is no need to tell Murata about these, as long as he is happy, there is no need to tell him sad things.Whether it's the death of his companion, or the powerlessness he hates—at least all of these have not spread to Murata, and Fu Heihui feels that his bottom line has been satisfied to the minimum.

Murata struggled to get out of Fu Heihui's arms, panting heavily, feeling like he was almost strangled to death.Even so, Fu Heihui still buried his head on his shoulders, but the arms around his back relaxed a little.

He turned his head and fiddled with Fu Heihui's spiky hair with his fingers.Originally, Murata wanted to press down the tip of the hair, but after pressing it down, he let go, and the lock of hair stubbornly stood up again.

Murata whispered: "Ah, you said that? It's okay, I'm not angry."

Fu Heihui lowered his eyelids, and said softly, "I know. But I still want to say I'm sorry... I'm very sorry, I always refuse your invitations, and I only reply to messages after a long time."