Pure love DK is number one in the world

Murata has never received many awards since he was a child.Perhaps it is because he was given the prefix of genius early on, so no matter what kind of success he has achieved, it cannot be regarded as progress for him.

At best, it has achieved the expected results.

In addition, Murata felt that it was very boring.His desire for most things is terribly low, as long as it is ethical and can pay a reasonable salary-Murata has probably taken on more tasks than any conjurer of the same period.

All kinds of messy things, some are about curse spirits, some are about monsters, and some are about legendary people with supernatural powers.

But this time is different.Because it is the "reward" promised by Fu Heihui, even if it has no meaning in essence, maybe it is just a hug or other gifts, Murata feels very much looking forward to and receiving it.

He is indeed a person who is very good at discriminating at heart.

After dragging out a third-level curse spirit hidden in the ruins and cutting off its neck, Murata took out a paper note to write the number on.From the beginning to the present, he has eliminated many third- and fourth-level miscellaneous fish.There are also second-level spell spirits, but they are surprisingly few...there is only one first-level spell spirit.

"But why didn't I meet a companion? It feels like I've been walking for two hours."

Murata stuffed the small post-it note with the word "counting" written on it into his school uniform pocket, and turned to Yuzuki Kojou, "Do you know where all your classmates have gone?"

Knotabagi Yuhito hesitated: "...my phone just broke."

It was still broken by Aoi Todo.

Murata was a little depressed.He raised his head and looked at the sky, but there was not a single crow on the branches around him.Originally there were a few crows following them, but after two of them were snatched away by Murata just now, no animals followed them anymore.

Knotashi Yuhito said cautiously: "I remember that before the start of the game, everyone was given a map—didn't your teammates give it to you?"

Murata: "..."

Oops, I forgot my teammates when I entered the field early.

He simply sat down on the ground, put the sun wheel knife in the scabbard across his knees, and leaned back loosely against a certain tree trunk: "Forget it! Anyway, the area around here has been cleared, and we are here Let’s wait until the game is over.”

This time point is not enough for Murata to go to other places to snatch the magic spirit with others, and the rest can only be handed over to his teammates.

For the time being, he only needs to be optimistic about the knotweed Youren.

"That... are you and Fu Hei really in a relationship?"

"Oh really!"

"Oh—really?"

"It's better than steamed cakes~ Oh, by the way, do you like steamed corn cakes? The steamed corn cakes made by my second brother are super delicious."

The topic was taken to another direction unexpectedly, Knotabagi Yuhito was taken aback, but soon caught up with Murata's strange brain circuit: "I haven't eaten it, but I'm not picky eaters."

"That's great!"

Murata smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said happily, "It's a good habit not to be picky about food, let's eat together next time."

"Actually... I have some questions I want to ask you. That is, is it okay for you and your teammates to break up like this?"

"Break up? Why break up?"

Murata looked at Yuzu Yuhito suspiciously.The doubt on his face is not fake, it seems that he really doesn't understand what Katsuobu Youruhito is talking about.Kunzhang Yuren scratched his head and said, "That's right, that Senior Kamo—"

When they met before, Kamo Kenji insisted on killing Knotabagi Yuhito first.Then Murata ignored him, and ran away directly dragging the knotweed Yuhito.

After listening to the description of Yuzu Yuhito's stumbling, Murata realized.Pressing the hilt of the knife with his right hand, he suddenly realized: "Oh, you mean Senior Kamo? We didn't break up badly. Senior Kamo made a request, but I didn't want to do that so I refused. This is just an exchange of different opinions between us. , not parting on bad terms."

He answered too naturally, even if the whole logic is completely illogical, the listener will temporarily be unable to find anything to refute because of his righteousness.Knotaba Yuhito opened his eyes wide, trying to digest Murata's words - he felt that Murata was written with the words 'very special' from the inside to the outside.

If I had to find a metaphor from someone Yuzu Yuuto knew well... Gojo teacher?

Ah, yes, this nonsensical self-talking and conceited style of doing things is indeed very similar to Mr. Wutiao.Especially when it comes to talking irritatingly.

"There is no need to be burdened. I refused Senior Kamo's request because I think you have the right to live. It's not because of Kei that I favor you."

Murata lowered his eyelids lazily, and said, "I hate conjurers, and I also hate the conjuration world. Naturally, I won't judge whether you should live according to their standards. If one day I become as strong as Wujo-sensei, I will definitely send those high-ranking scumbags back to the embrace of Mother Earth first, and then smash down all the doors of the Yusanjia... Heck—why are you looking at me with that expression?"

Knotabazu Yuhito blinked, trying not to be so surprised in his eyes.He scratched the short hair on the back of his head and answered, "Then what is your standard?"

Murata tilted his head, with a slight smile on his brows and eyes: "Is it my standard?"

"My standard is - when I think you are a good person, you are within the scope of my position. So, student Hu Zhang, be a good boy."

"There are not only magicians in this world."

A girl's voice came from the air, calling Murata's name.The intimidating mature expression that had just appeared on Murata's face disappeared without a trace in an instant.He jumped up, held the Sun Wheel Saber in his arms, and waved in the air: "Here, here!"

Xi Gongtao, who was riding a broom, twitched the corners of her mouth, lowered the head of the broom with both hands and swooped in front of him: "The game is over, we're going out to gather... Tsk, Su Nuo container has been staying with you all this time?"

The girl with blond ponytail frowned and looked at Yujin Yuzhang. There were a few scratches on her delicate and lovely face, and the serious temperament between her eyebrows was completely inconsistent with her height and appearance.

Murata fumbled in the haori pocket, and took out a few Sailor Moon OK bandages: "Do you want to use it?"

Xi Gongtao accepted it unceremoniously, and tore off two bruises on her face—because she couldn't see it, she stuck one crookedly, and gasped for air in pain.Murata next to him laughed unkindly, and was glared at by Momo Nishinomiya.

Then Murata took the OK bandage from Nishinomiya Momo's hand and stuck it in the correct position.

Momo Nishinomiya complained: "Why Sailor Moon? I stopped posting this stuff when I was ten years old!"

Murata: "Oh, there are Doraemon and Astro Boy, do you want to change?"

"……never mind."

The topic was easily taken away by Murata, and Momo Nishinomiya didn't pursue the matter about Yuzu Yuhito any more.While listening to the conversation between Murata and Momo Nishinomiya, Yuzuki Yuhito suddenly subtly got the reason why Murata and Gojo Satoru have similar personalities but are unexpectedly popular.

how to say?

There's something totally unexpected and thoughtful about talking...in some ways.

Nishinomiya Momo's broom couldn't carry two big boys who weighed more than three hundred catties together, so she was responsible for leading the way in mid-air, followed by Murata and Knotaba Yuhito, and left the arena safely.

In addition to the arena, Murata, who has a different camp, is inconvenient to carry the knotweed Yuhito anyway—he loosened the knotweed Yuhito's hat, and exchanged contact information with him by the way.

The meeting after leaving the field is very delicate.People from both camps were wounded, and the only ones without wounds were Murata and Knotabagi Yuhito.At this time, most people already know the relationship between Murata and Fugurohui, so it is inevitable to subconsciously pay attention to the two when they meet.

Unexpected calm.

Kenji Kamo felt that he hadn't noticed the relationship between Murata and Megumi Fukuro, so he couldn't blame himself for not being observant.As it is now, Megumi Fukuro sits on the side of the Tokyo group and treats the wound by himself, and Murata sits on the side of the Kyoto group and knocks pumpkin seeds-it just seems that the two have nothing to do with each other.

Only the devil can see that they are in a relationship!

Kenji Kamo felt that outsiders' rumors that he and Murata were in a relationship were more reliable than that Murata and Fukuroe were in a relationship.Of course, apart from this, the more troublesome thing is that Kenji Kamo found that Murata really has no interest in killing Yuzu Yuto.

He wasn't sure if it was based on Murata's own judgment, or because of Fu Heihui.If it's the latter, he can still persuade Murata to change his mind, but if it's the former, he will be in big trouble.

The final result of exorcising the curse spirit is that the Kyoto school won.Murata alone accounted for most of the record, and everyone else was busy chatting with the students from the opposite school. From the beginning to the end, only Murata and Fugurohui were serious about exorcising the curse.

Fuguro Hui was also entangled by Todo Aoi halfway, and Kamo Kenki and his two blocked the road. It can be said that it is extremely bad luck.

The Tokyo school who lost was extremely unhappy, and the Kyoto school who won was not happy at all.Especially when Zenyuan Zhenyi and Nishinomiya Momo, whose faces were painted, looked at the girl with short orange hair opposite, all three of them looked forward to making an 'international friendly gesture' on the spot.

Fortunately, in addition to the team competition, there are also individual competitions that can let everyone vent their anger.According to the regulations of previous years, there are various forms of individual competitions, which are generally conducted by drawing lots.

Because the team competition was won by the Kyoto school, the lottery was also handed over to the people of the Kyoto school. When the lottery was drawn, there was a small dispute within the Kyoto school for 5 minutes, and finally Kenji Kamo came on stage to draw the lottery.

He got the baseball.

"..."

"Isn't it an individual competition?!"

"Why is there such an option as baseball!!"

"Five Satoru—"

……

The prank suspect was not at the scene.It is very likely that he has escaped.

Murata yawned, feeling a little sleepy.He fought too hard today, and he had to think about the matter of Knotabagi Yujin, which was a big burden on his mind.

"The individual competition is tomorrow, right? Then I'll go back today. Remember to call me tomorrow morning, otherwise I will easily oversleep."

Xi Gongtao was angry: "It's better to abstain directly, you idiot!"

That being said, someone will definitely call Murata tomorrow morning.

Fu Heihui bowed his head to finish the wound on his arm - it wasn't very serious, after applying the medicine and bandages, it was a bit inconvenient to tie a knot with one hand, Knotweed Yujin spontaneously helped him to tie a knot.

Suddenly, Fu Heihui said, "Knotweed stick."

"Ugh?"

Fu Heihui stared at the tied knot and said, "I'm leaving early. If they say any new rules later, you can tell me when you get back to the dormitory."

Knotabagi Yuhito thought he was not feeling well, so he didn't think too much about it, and nodded immediately: "No problem!"

Fu Heihui quietly withdrew from behind.When he closed the door, he could still hear the two principals arguing inside—and they refused to draw lots again. According to the magician's usual absurd rules, tomorrow might really depend on playing baseball to decide the winner.

...Can Rina know how to play baseball?

The woods outside the cabin have a nice smell baked by the sun.The golden sunlight spread on the dark green leaves, like some kind of golden orange liquid flowing down.

Murata was standing in the shade of the tree, talking to Gojo Satoru with his head slightly raised.Fu Heihui quickened his pace, only to hear Gojo Satoru say 'OK'.

Their conversation ended, and the two looked at Fu Heihui at the same time, with the same bright smiles on their faces.Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "The crooked little couple really can't be separated for a moment - have a good date~"

He narrowly blinked at Fu Heihui, hummed an unknown tune under Fu Heihui's expressionless stare, and walked away in a good mood.

Murata ran out from under the shade of the tree, ran to Fu Heihui, and smiled: "Is the talk over?"

Fu Heihui: "No, I left early."

Murata nodded, and seemed to approve of Fu Heihui's behavior: "Indeed, there is nothing to listen to. Ah, by the way, how is your arm? Didn't you say that there is a teacher in your school who specializes in reversal techniques?"

Fu Heihui: "Mr. Jia is very busy. I can deal with minor injuries by myself. I don't have to trouble Mr. Jia."

Murata was still staring at Fu Heihui's arm.Fu Heihui understood, and rolled up his sleeves, exposing his bandaged forearm exuding the smell of medicine to the sun.

He said: "I'm well bandaged, don't worry."

Murata touched Fu Heihui's forearm, through the bandage - a little painful and itchy, Fu Heihui's fingers curled up slightly, and then stretched out as if nothing had happened.Murata's hand went down the line of his forearm, brushed over the back of his hand, those obvious joints and veins, and then held his hand.

Hand in hand naturally.

The boy's arms hung down, and the haori covered their hands, and the temperature where the wrists touched rose a little.Murata licked his lips and looked at Fu Heihui expectantly: "I won the team competition!"

Fu Heihui lightly clasped Murata's hand and looked ahead: "Are you going to play in my dormitory? It's still early."

"Okay!"

The sun is still rising.The more intense sunlight shone on the leaves, it was so bright and reflective, it was a blinding white, dripping from the edges of the green leaves like liquid.