The white moonlight is my vest

"...Shang Ye?"

Wujo Wu's gaze didn't move, and even the monk of the Chanyuan never cast his gaze in this direction again.His throat was a little dry, and for a moment he didn't know what attitude to use to face all this.Chanyuan Shangye's technique is "illusion technique". Could it be that everything in front of him is an illusion?

But "Six Eyes" told Gojo Satoru a negative answer.

Gojo Wu knew that the Zen Academy was not dead yet.This is a very normal thing, people like Chanyuan Shangye would never be willing to die in a dark corner.If he is going to die, he will also plan a grand death for himself, and let everyone come to his funeral.This person should be arrogant, reckless, and reckless, and nothing can stop him from doing what he wants to do. Wujo Wu knows this better than anyone else.

But this person shouldn't be... silent.

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered the scene of the first time he saw Shang Ye of the Zen Academy many years ago.

"I'm Shangya of the Zen Academy," the young boy with eyes like the moon and stars was holding a sword in his arms and dangling on a swing. "You are Wujo Wu, the one that Dad and the others said the generation of the Wutiao family is very powerful?"

Gojo Satoru raised his head and glanced at him coldly.

The little boy jumped off the swing that had reached the highest point, completely ignoring the screams of the servants behind him.He jumped in front of Gojo Satoru, tilted his head and asked, "Are you very good at anything?"

...The family of conjurers, is there anything more powerful than his conjuration.Gojo Satoru nodded casually.He has heard the name of Chanyuan Shangye, and he is a very talented conjurer of this generation of Zenyuan family.

"In that case," Shang Ye said, "do you play flying chess well?"

Gojo Satoru was actually not interested. If it wasn't for the Chanyuan Master, he would have waved his hand and asked the Zenyuan's servant to bring a game of flying chess.The monk of the Chanyuan simply sat down on the ground and arranged the chess pieces: "But I am very good at flying chess. Are you better than me?"

The little boy's friendship is unexpectedly simple, it just started with a game of flying chess.The Chanyuan Shang is also different from the group of corrupt magicians. Every tree in the Chanyuan’s house has been harmed by him. If someone secretly speaks ill of his brother and he hears it, he will be chased by the Chanyuan Shang with a knife in his hand. The family ran all over the yard, regardless of who was standing behind that person, even if he had to be punished by the owner afterwards.But Zenyuan Shang didn't care at all, and vividly described to Wujo Wu the scene when he beat the man so that he crawled all over the ground.

"They are all idiots!" Chanyuan Shang also crossed his arms and scolded confidently, "Who told them to say even bad things, I think I'm too light!" He also patted Gojo Wu on the shoulder: "Don't worry! Come on, if someone speaks ill of you behind your back in the future—”

The Chanyuan Shang also raised the knife and pulled out the white blade: "I will use this knife to beat them to shut up!"

Gojo Satoru snorted.

He didn't need the protection of Shang Ye of the Zen Academy at all, he didn't care about those people at all, he didn't care what they said, and he didn't care about their eyes.

— but the feeling doesn't seem so bad.

The young boy in memory coincides with the present youth.

Gojo Satoru strode up to the counter and occupied the space on the other side of the Chanyuan Shōya.He has a lot to say, but he doesn't know what to say at this moment.Gojo Satoru would never have imagined that after many years, they would meet again in a dessert shop.

Thousands of words were swallowed by Gojo Satoru, and in the end he just took off his blindfold and said with a smile: "Long time no see, Shang Ye, how have you been these years?"

The Chanyuan Shang also paused, and slowly raised his eyes.

"That's it," Chanyuan Shang also said, "It's good, you're already a teacher?" He turned his head to look at the knotweed Youren and Fu Heihui who were standing there, and his eyes froze slightly when they fell on Fu Heihui , "Your students look good."

Fu Heisher sighed in his ear: "That's my son... that brat has grown so big."

The Chanyuan still ignored him.He randomly pointed to a flavor, and asked Edogawa Ranpo: "Detective, I recommend this flavor to you, the strawberry flavor is super good!"

His tone was completely different from the indifference when facing Gojo Satoru. Anyone who didn't know it would think that Edogawa Ranpo was his bamboo horse, and Gojo Satoru was just someone he had just met.

Edogawa Ranpo glanced at him inexplicably, then at Gojo Satoru, and muttered softly, "I see."

He snorted.

No detective should get involved with these two men.

Gojo Satoru was pretentious, and didn't care about Chanyuan Shangya's unusually cold attitude. He looked at him: "I haven't been in Tokyo for the past two years? I have to contact old friends occasionally. Why is there no news...?"

Gojo Satoru's pupils suddenly constricted.

"You—" he said, "what's got into you?"

Fu Heisher was not panicked when he was discovered, and he was still complaining slowly: "The boy from the Wutiao family is really as rude as before...Come closer, let me see my son. Here, the big one over there did you see?"

"...How do I remember that our family doesn't seem to have the seaweed head gene?"

"That brat has been like this since he was a child, so just treat him as a genetic mutation." Fu Heisher said, reminding Shangya of the Chanyuan by the way, "Wujo Wu's eyes are getting more and more dangerous."

Anyway, the monks of the Buddhist monastery are also Fu Heisher's younger brother, and Fu Heisher still understands his temper somewhat.Zenyuan Shang also smiled at everyone, and few people could really make him feel cold, unless something related to his bottom line or someone very important to him was involved...

Tsk, it's a bit embarrassing to think about it.

Dare to understand Wujo Wu that person is the bottom line of his younger brother?

All in all, the Chanyuan is still far from as good as it seems now.

"Don't worry about it," Chanyuan Shangya said, with thick and long eyelashes, "it's not a big deal."

He took a deep breath and pulled the corners of his mouth: "It seems that you have lived a good life these years. I didn't expect that you would become a teacher one day—your students have been tossed hard by you, right?"

Gojo Satoru replied briskly: "Of course I am the best to my students. It's just a chance for them to meet you. After all, Kei is your nephew."

Apart from the weirdness at the beginning, the Chanyuan Shangya and Gojo Satoru at this moment are like old friends who haven't seen each other for many years. Nothing has happened between them, and they have never parted ways.But Gojo Satoru knew that was not the case, he was just trying to suppress himself.

Gojo Satoru was born with the talent to surpass everyone, and many things can be solved as soon as he appears, but the matter of Chanyuan Shangya has always been a mystery.This mystery has puzzled Gojo Satoru for many years, and he doesn't mind killing a little more time.

After all, he researched this mystery originally to find Chanyuan Shangye, but now that he was in front of him, he had to do everything possible to keep Zenyuan Shangye.

"Let's go to another place," Chanya said, and turned to Edogawa Ranpo, "Mr. Detective, would you like to go with me?"

Edogawa Luanbu looked at him sideways, and found that Chanyuan Shang seemed to have calmed down, with a smile on the corner of his mouth again, and he couldn't see the gaffe just now.

"Hui, this is your uncle," Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, "Shangya, this is Shir's son."

……uncle?

When Fu Heihui was young, he was sold by Fu Heisher to the Buddhist monastery for a period of time, and was finally redeemed by Gojo Wu.He didn't remember that he had ever seen a person like Shang Ye from the Chanyuan, but he remembered that he once saw a servant secretly hiding in tears and muttering in his mouth that he was praying for Shangye from the Chanyuan.

Fu Heihui obediently called out: "Uncle."

Chanyuan Shangye: "..."

To be honest, it was a bit sudden.

Wutiaowu deliberately arranged for Fuhei Huixian to talk to Shang Ye of the Zen Academy.Back then, the monk of the Chanyuan still liked him as an elder brother, and it would not be too bad for his elder brother to leave his only son... But when he thought of him killing Fu Heisher with his own hands, Gojo Wu paused.

"I don't think my face is suitable for you to call 'Uncle'," Chanyuan Shang also shrugged his shoulders, "you can just call me by my name. My name is Chanyuan Shangya, and your name is Hui? This must be Shier's name, right?"

Fuhesher: "...?"

Why so sure?What's the matter with the expression of "such a name can be seen from Fu Heisher" at a glance?Why even Fu Heihui, who was sitting opposite, nodded in a serious manner?Is this really his real brother and real son?

...Is the blood relationship actually reflected in this kind of place?In a way, it's pretty magical indeed.

"If you don't want to be Kei's uncle," Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "how about being a teacher at a high school?"

Chanyuan Shangye definitely has the qualifications to be a high school teacher, Wujo Wu is sure of this, he never dared to underestimate the strength of Chanyuan Shangye.Moreover, Chanyuan Shang also has things mixed with mantra... Wujo Wu couldn't sit idly by.Speaking of which, in this regard, Chanyuan Shangye is actually somewhat similar to Knotweed Yuren.

Faced with Wujo Wu's invitation, the monk of the Chanyuan did not respond too much.He shook his head: "I have other things to do, why don't you find someone else? And... I'm not very suitable to be a teacher."

It seems that Zenyuan Shangya didn't intend to involve Gojo Satoru at all this time, nor did he intend to explain, and he didn't even want to mention what he was going to do next.Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, feeling in a trance that he had returned to the time when he parted ways with the Chanyuan Shangye.But this time was different, Gojo Satoru didn't have the habit of sitting still.

"Shang Ye." He said.

Gojo Satoru sees a broken blade at the scene after Chanyuan Shangya disappears.According to other people, in these years, the monk of the Chanyuan never let the blade leave his body.Wujo Wu put the fragments back together and found that the knife was exactly the one that they had sat under the eaves many years ago, and the Chanyuan monk had also made a promise.

If the monk of the Chanyuan really doesn't care about Wujo Wu, why does he keep this unremarkable sword?

He is a person who seems to talk a lot, but actually doesn't say anything.

Gojo Satoru looked into his eyes and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zenyuan Shangya's strange clothes.Now, he couldn't say anything.

A conversation sounded in his ear, and the memory traveled through time.

"I heard that colleges and universities can make requests for school uniforms," ​​Chanyuan Shang also approached Gojo Wu excitedly, "I want to design a unique school uniform for myself! It's the kind that everyone thinks is very handsome. This will become my trademark, if not, it will still be popular for a while..."

Of course Gojo Satoru came to join in the fun: "I'll come too, I'll come too!"

The two of them scribbled and drew on white paper together, stayed up all night, and finally designed a school uniform that satisfied them.Later Wutiao Wu went to a high school, but Shang Shang did not go with him to the Buddhist monastery.The ball of paper was nowhere to be found, but he still made the clothes.