Mr. Oda and his friends

"Huh-ha-ha! Sleep well!"

Gojo Gojo let go of the pillow in his arms and sat up from the floor.Mao Mao stretched halfway, retracting a hand to scratch the messy white hair.

In other words... in such a "bad" environment, he actually slept soundly for a total of eight hours, which is unbelievable!If it wasn't for Jie running in halfway, maybe he could sleep through the night.

He opened his mouth wide and yawned. He squinted his eyes and fumbled around for his sunglasses.

Six Eyes is very strong, but... very troublesome.If you don't use sunglasses or anything else to filter out irrelevant information, a steady stream of information will be poured into your mind non-stop, who can stand it!

There is a price to be paid for gaining power, and there has never been a pie from heaven for nothing in this world.

Bai Mao managed to find the sunglasses that he took off and threw away last night, put them on, and got up unsteadily to wash up.When he woke up completely after washing his face and looked outside, the clock hanging on the wall had passed ten o'clock.

"Ah... I don't want to work, I want to eat dessert, I want to sleep..."

The young master almost rolled back into the quilt again, if it wasn't for his blood sugar getting closer to the dangerous level, he really wished that Gulu could just lie down and do it when he went back.

No, no, no, no more sugar, the brain will go on strike.

Wujo found his mobile phone and was about to ask his partner to take out sweets for feeding when the door next door rang.

Sure enough, Hiyori didn't get up on time, but fortunately, Oda Sakunosuke was on and off work today.

The two walked towards the stairs one after the other. If they were allowed to leave, they would be left alone in the building.No need to continue to think, Wutiao opened the door and stretched out his long legs-tripped you, wahahahahahahahaha!

Oda Sakunosuke was walking while bowing his head to talk to Hiyori, when he walked to a certain dormitory that was rented out, he stopped suddenly, and saw the door suddenly pushed open, and a long leg stretched out.

what is this?

Hiyori showed a puzzled look.

"Ah?"

Shirato failed to play a prank, and made a strange sound from his throat, Oda Sakunosuke and Hiyori looked at him helplessly.

It's so lively.

"Good morning~ The weather is really nice today!"

As long as I am not embarrassed, it is someone else who is embarrassed.Gojo Wu learned the skill of stacking skins without a teacher, retracted his legs as if nothing had happened, and leaned on the door frame to say hello.

Oda Sakunosuke looked up at the sky covered with dark clouds and blowing cold wind, for a moment he didn't know what to say: "Well, it won't be so cold after snow falls."

Maybe people just like snow days?

Wutiao was empty for half a beat, and forced to continue the topic: "Are you going to have breakfast? Let's go!"

No matter how late Hiyori woke up, he would not have had breakfast at this time. He only went out at this moment to stay in the dormitory and write out the homework that should be written today.

So is it really okay for you to be so casual?Work and rest and self-management ability are not as good as children!

He looked down at the time, ten forty-five... It's not that he can't have lunch in advance.Oda Sakunosuke accepted the other party's expectation indifferently: "Okay, is the Uzumaki Cafe okay?"

Of course, that cake is not bad.Bai Mao, who was in desperate need of sugar, turned back and changed into a T-shirt, wearing his little sunglasses and happily closed the door to find a temporary meal friend.

"No curse...it's really clean." Gojo Satoru walked on the outermost side of the road, raised his hands and stretched.This area didn't even sweep out a teeny-head, and the cleanliness was as clean as if he smashed it a dozen times.

The blue eyes behind the sunglasses glanced at the little girl who was driven to the side of the road, and he began to have a headache on how to write the mission report.

Honestly?

What a joke, once the news spread that Miyata Hiyori was able to purify the curse indiscriminately, those rotten oranges would have to get her away and lock her up, and they would never stop until the last drop of oil was squeezed out of her bones.

Not to mention writing the report honestly, he didn't even intend to mention this little thing.At most... at most tell friends, no more.

The most urgent task is to find a way for Miyata Hiyori to actively control her "surgery". In this case, passive skills are not a good thing, and it is better to have an advantage in the hands.

Then, you can ask for prices everywhere ~ every big shrine has to cry and beg her to be a fasting palace.

However, the only problem is that no one knows how to control spiritual power at the moment. Even the so-called "practice" is just groping out of context according to the records in the ancient books. The systematic theory is not even as good as that of the magician. whole.

There is no way, why is the spiritual power itself gradually declining.

If she was really on the side of the conjurer, it would be easy to handle, Gojo Satoru glanced at Miyata Hiyori again.

——It’s nothing more than a beating. When pushed to the limit, human survival instincts will naturally break through the prison to find a way out.It's a pity... She doesn't want to go to the High School of Conjuration, and he has no excuse to cry the child.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Shirato, who was walking outside, suddenly made a strange noise, and Oda Sakunosuke, who was already used to it, continued to walk forward without squinting: "It's just ahead."

Looking up from this angle, you can see the wrought iron signboard of the Vortex Cafe.

"Great!"

Gojo Satoru cheered, and quickly put aside the things he was thinking just now, "flying" into the coffee shop and pointing at the display cabinet: "One for the same, juice for the drink!"

The stereotype of men in today's society obviously does not include sweetness, and the few guests peep at this guy who broke the "rules" from all angles.

Mr. Aida, the owner of the coffee shop, nodded with a smile, and arranged for the hostess to deliver the food—he remembered that this young man had wiped out a whole table of interesting customers with cakes by himself last time.

The cakes here are all freshly made in the morning, and the waitress had to deliver them three or four times before filling Gojo Satoru with sweets in front of him.After sitting and waiting for a while, Sakunosuke Oda looked at the table: "One serving of spicy curry, one serving of omelet rice, fruit juice and barley tea, thank you."

Wish there was room on the table for plates other than sweets.

Ignoring the needle-like gazes of other guests, Wujo picked up the most promising black forest and cut off a large piece and stuffed it into his mouth: "Oh! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

"good to eat!"

What's wrapped in rich chocolate?

This is also a guy who eats fast and fast but is not ugly.Oda Sakunosuke has always been curious about how to train to achieve this level - he looks like he is about to starve to death.

The cakes on the table disappeared at a miraculous speed, and the plates were half empty when the waitress brought the normal meals again.

"The meal is ready, Mr. Oda. And Xiao Hiyori, this is Mr. Aida's special amber candy, come, try it!"

A small plate of light blue irregular candies was placed in front of Hiyori, and the little girl who was used to leaving her favorite thing for last to eat silently moved it to the corner of the table.

No points for white hair!

"Huh... I'm full..."

The white-haired boy in the wind and cloud opposite put down his fork, shook it on the spot twice, and lay down on the table motionless with a "plop".This familiar picture frightened Boss Aida and the hostess, and Sakunosuke Oda, who was slowly drinking barley tea, leaned forward to have a look: "..."

"It's okay, I fell asleep drunk."

"Drunk?" Boss Aida couldn't figure it out: "I just decorated a lace with fermented sweet cherry sauce!"

Oda Sakunosuke spread his hands and said helplessly: "There are always very few people."

"Oh, what can I do!"

This boy is so tall, he can't even move.Mr. Aida couldn't laugh or cry: "The average customer can't even taste the wine."

"Maybe he eats too much?" A lace is not a problem, the problem is that so many cakes are added together, and there are always a lot of alcoholic cherry sauces.

The boss never thought that someone would eat sweets as a meal!Even if Edogawa Ranpo is picky and partial to food from time to time, the famous detective is not partial to this.

"Just let him lie here for a while, and he will be sober." Oda Sakunosuke looked up at the wall clock, turned to Hiyori and said: "I should go to work, can Hiyori work hard to stay and guard Gojo? I I'm afraid that if he wakes up later, he will get up and make trouble, which will be difficult to control. You stay here and watch, and ask Mr. Aida to call me if something goes wrong."

Of course Hiyori didn't want to, she didn't want to be separated from Oda Sakunosuke.But this was his request again, so the little girl agreed with a moaning nod: "Oh."

"Be good, be good."

The red-haired boy touched the top of her head: "Then please, Hiyori."

If we don't rush to the office to report, Miss Xie Ye will be overwhelmed.

He went upstairs and lay on his stomach with his chin on the back of his hands.

The hostess took a blanket from the back kitchen to cover the drunken guest, bored day and day He reached out to take off the five sunglasses, and looked around in front of the eyes.

It's pitch black, you can't see anything at all!

What is the use of wearing glasses that almost completely block the light?

Hiyori held up the sunglasses to look around and play around, staring at the chandelier in the cafe for a while, and looking out the window for the sun in the sky.

After playing for more than half an hour, a hand suddenly reached out from the opposite side, snatched away the sunglasses without saying a word, and even poked the fritillary flowers on her head: "I won't play for you!" son~"

what a man!

Hiyori turned her face to the side and was pissed off, while Wujo, who was half sober, shook her sunglasses vigorously in front of her eyes: "La la la~ the little one is going to cry~"

Mr. Aida, who was ready to make a call at any time, was stunned by what kind of elementary school chick style this was.

"Hello, sir, I'm sorry for not explaining the ingredients of the cake in advance, and I will send you a pot of freshly squeezed juice to express my apologies!"

The hostess showed up in time to stop the situation from getting worse. She swiftly removed the empty plates, and soon appeared again holding the bill—absolutely never giving anyone a chance to bully Hiyori!

Wutiao still didn't know that he was only one line away from becoming a refusal account of the whirlpool coffee shop, so he randomly took out a card from his pocket: "I want two more copies of that tiramisu and mango mousse, as well as panji, mille-feuille , Xue Mei Niang."

"Give me back my sunglasses, I can't play with you, you will have a headache if you don't wear sunglasses! Please eat cake~"

He should not have sobered up yet, he was already talking a lot, but now he was even more noisy.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..." The white, soft, warm little hand patted the forehead lightly, making a crisp "crackling" sound.The boy who had already put his sunglasses back on smiled happily: "Ah! Sure enough, it doesn't hurt anymore, so I need to touch it again!"

It doesn't matter whether the headache hurts or dizziness is not important, anyway, he is used to it, the key is to be in a good mood.

"..."

Xia You, who received a call from the detective agency and came to clean up the aftermath, took out his mobile phone and recorded the scene, and ruthlessly sent it to the grade group.

Sending it to Ye Mo Zhengdao alone is suspected of suing Xiao Hei, but if the head teacher "accidentally" sees it... then it has nothing to do with Xia Youjie.