Keiko was cheated again

On the second day, Mr. Gojo Satoru was absent all day.

Until the morning of the summer festival, the white-haired man showed up at the door of the knotweed house on time.

Fugurohui was about to go out to Mr. Kida's house for treatment.

He was carrying a black canvas bag across his shoulders, his hair was uncontrollably fluffy, his white cheeks were bulging, and he still held half a piece of toast in his hand.

Her green eyes looked down at the road, and she looked a little unhappy.

No need to ask, it looked like he was playing with the big dog until very late again, and he couldn't get up in the morning, and was picked up by Grandpa Knotweed.

Gojo Satoru called the man into the car, first took him to Kida's house for treatment, then drifted handsomely, and drove directly to the top stylist he had reserved yesterday.

The owner of this store is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Different from the modern fashion style that the public pursues, the main style of their store is the kimono style. All the facilities and decoration in the store are full of strong Showa flavor.

The beautiful new kimonos are covered with transparent dust bags and hung on the hangers. These clothes are all hand-made, and each piece is unique.

When Gojo Satoru came in with Fuguro Megumi, the shop manager Koike in a bathrobe carefully looked at the black-haired boy who followed behind the man for a while.

Although his face was exquisite, he was sure that it was a boy.

"Uh... hello, may I ask if the lady who made an appointment to make a kimono has not come yet?"

Gojo Satoru wrapped his arms around him, and hugged the dejected boy who hadn't slept well.

"Here, it's this one."

Store Manager: "...Understood."

The assistant asked Gojo Satoru to sit on the sofa beside him, and brought him tea and a plate of wagashi.

Gojo Satoru left water and food untouched.

He crossed his long legs, leaned on the sofa, and raised his jaw slightly.The eyes seem to be able to see through the blindfold, and see clearly what the store manager is going to do for Fu Heihui.

Koike is a man who loves his job very much.

As soon as he was immersed in his work, he automatically ignored the white-haired teacher with a strong sense of presence, and the male client standing in front of him.

"Well. Although your temperament tends to be cold, I personally think it's not a good idea to continue to use styling to deepen your temperament."

Xiaochi raised Fu Heihui's chin with his hands, and looked at his face carefully.

how to say.

Fu Heihui's facial features are beautiful and delicate, but not feminine. Under the broken hair on his forehead, you can vaguely see the slender eyebrows that go into the temples, and the clear green eyes are slightly raised, revealing a sense of alienation and shallowness of a young man.

But the blunt nose and the pink/lips underneath can easily break the coldness and evolve into another flavor.

such as……

Store manager Koike thought about it for a while, for example biting his lip, smearing a trace of bright red blood.

"I probably have an idea," Xiaochi said.

Only thick and colorful makeup can be combined with Fu Heihui's own appearance and temperament to create a stunning feeling that one plus one is greater than two.

"Sumiko, go and get the little furisode kimono I made last year."

The small furisode kimono is less formal and more suitable for tonight's summer festival.

The assistant, Sumiko, immediately went to get the clothes.

Fu Heihui was pressed on the chair by the store manager Xiaochi, he saw the man started to arrange a pile of cosmetics, and he was gesturing on his head with a wig, he was in a panic.

Green eyes sneaked a sideways glance at Mr. Wujo, hoping that he could tell the store manager that he doesn't need to be so dedicated.

Keep it simple, keep this summer festival simple.

However, Gojo Satoru was determined to see him being tossed, so he just let it go without saying a word, and the corners of his mouth curled up suspiciously.A happy look like a dream come true.

Fu Heihui: "..."

Mistake, I should have known that Mr. Wutiao is not a good person...

But soon, the black-haired boy didn't have the mind to think about other things, because the store manager Koike started to smear some weird things on his face.

"Don't move around, this is isolation. Your skin is so good that you don't need foundation, but isolation is a must, otherwise other cosmetics will damage the skin."

How could Fu Heihui understand this.

He has lived so long, and the only female friends he has are Maki-senpai and Wild Rose, both of whom are highly skilled in conjuration, but unfortunately neither of them know how to wear makeup.

Store manager Xiaochi took another brush and fiddled with something on his eyes, muttering, "I don't need to deal with eyelashes... I don't feel a sense of accomplishment..."

Fu Heihui didn't sleep well at all, closed his eyes, leaned on the chair, and slowly fell asleep.

About an hour later, his hair was pulled by something, and Fuguro Hui opened his eyes, and found that it was Sumiko who had inserted a silk flower hairpin on his head.

"You're done."

Manager Koike wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and looked at the noble and charming "girl" in front of him with satisfaction.

"She" doesn't have a particularly heavy makeup on her face, but her youthful eyebrows have been changed into gentle arcs, and some red rouge is also dotted on the corners of her eyes.

When he opened his eyelids and glanced at people, those green eyes could make people enchanted and fascinated.

Fu Heihui looked at himself in the mirror, but didn't understand the intention of store manager Koike, he only felt that the lipstick on his eyes and mouth was uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the lip balm has a fragrant cherry flavor, which is barely tolerable.

As for the crooked hair on the forehead and the wig tied into a small bun on the back of the head, he couldn't understand it.

"Does it have to be like this?"

The boy's hand was about to move.

Gojo Satoru didn't know when, he was already standing behind the chair, and he reached out to hold Fu Heihui's wrist.

"Xiaohui looks so pretty~"

He stared at the mirror for a long time before letting go, took out a black card and said to Xiaochi, "Take him in and change."

Manager Koike is overjoyed!

This set will cost about 5000 million yen.He had never seen such a big-money client!

After putting on the kimono, it was already afternoon.

Gojo Satoru and Fukuroe had a quick bite to eat, and then drove to the location of the Sendai City Summer Festival.

"Grandma, are the ashes of Fuheshier in this capsule?"

On the side of Miyagino Avenue in Sendai City, a man with a big back and wearing loose long sleeves looked at the small capsule in his hand and asked the old man sitting cross-legged behind him.

Tail Goddess closed her eyes and put her palms together, "That's right, swallow it, and you can use the power of Fuheshier."

After all, they didn't get these ashes with their own hands. It is necessary to verify their authenticity before the battle.

As a curse master, the Tail Goddess mother-in-law has done countless evil things and can live to such an old age in peace, which is inseparable from her caution.

Ogami Kensuke complained, "Do I have to choose today? I still want to go to the summer festival to see if there are any beautiful girls..."

While speaking, he raised his head and swallowed the capsule the size of his little finger into his stomach in one gulp.

"The Chanyuan Shier!"

Tail Goddess mother-in-law called the psychic object's birth name.

Kensuke Ogami opened his eyes——

At this time, the white parts of his eyes had turned into pure black, and his whole body penetrated like a ghost climbing up from hell.

"Grandma, it's a success!" Ogami Kensuke felt the surging power in his body, and a gleam of joy appeared on his face.

"So this is the sky and the curse? It's so strong!"

As expected of the man who almost killed Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie nine years ago!

When Ogami Kensuke thought that he would be the one with this power in the future, he was so excited that his back began to tingle.

Kensuke Ogami jumped directly from the rooftop of the sixth floor, his excited voice came from the wind, "Grandma! I'm going to try the new strength I got!"

Tail Goddess mother-in-law opened her eyes, but she only had time to see her grandson's clothes bulged by the wind.

She sighed, for this lonely Miao Miao who didn't let her worry...

The summer festival starts at five o'clock.

Ogami Kensuke casually wiped out the two curse spirits lying on the air-conditioning unit and the bus stop sign. When he walked to the entrance of the festival, it happened to be 05:30.

The eerie black eyeballs did attract the attention of some tourists.

However, in the modern age of rapid technological development, there are always some technologies that can change the color of eyeballs, such as eyeball tattoos, and no one makes a fuss about his appearance.

Although the festival has only started for half an hour, there are already many people on the street, most of them are wearing kimonos and bathrobes, and some are wearing casual clothes.

There are some snack and game shops on both sides of the road. Red lanterns are hung above the movable shops, which looks very festive.

When Gojo Satoru got out of the car, he took off his blindfold.

Without the restraint of the blindfold, the white hair fell down, looking suddenly several years younger, and the teacher-student boundary between Fu Heihui and Fu Heihui was suddenly blurred.

He opened those icy blue eyes, and stretched out his big palm with well-defined joints in front of the "girl", "Let's go, Xiaohui."

Fu Heihui was still a little angry that he didn't help to talk to the store manager Koike before.

Just pat his palm with the small oval fan in his hand.

"Refused to hold hands."

Then he walked into the crowded crowd without looking back.

Fu Heihui didn't deliberately change his voice, but his own voice was already clear and neutral, like a clear spring creek that breaks ice in early spring.

Gojo Wu rolled his eyes and ran after him in two or three steps with his long legs.

A few days ago, the High School of Conjuration finally paid its first salary.Students usually work as conjurers to exorcise curse spirits, so they can also get paid.

Hui has successfully evolved from a pitiful little boy who looked at ice cream but couldn't afford it, to a big brother who is not short of money.

He is easily seduced by the aroma of food.

While waiting in front of an octopus ball shop for the boss to sprinkle bonito flowers, Gojo Satoru finally walked through the whispering crowd and walked to his side.

The two have outstanding looks, and they seem to be a particularly good match.

The ambitious tourists around knew that they were out of luck, and scattered in twos and threes in despair.

The shop owner of the grilled octopus balls handed over the carton to Megumi Fukuro.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

Gojo Satoru paused for the payment, and responded before Hui could speak, "Yes, haha~ This is my fiancee!"

Fu Heihui glared at him angrily.

The shop owner didn't know why, so he thought that the couple had some kind of conflict, so he smiled kindly, and even the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

"You have to coax your prospective wife well, the summer festival should be fun."

Gojo Satoru nodded, and his cynical smile became more serious: "I understand."

It's just that at this time, Hui had already walked to a corner where there was no one else, so she didn't notice it at all.

He poked an octopus ball with a bamboo stick and carefully blew it.

The red meat/lips are slightly parted, and the two rows of white teeth are biting the food, but the tip of the tongue is red from the hot meatball skin, and the green eyes are instantly covered with a layer of water vapor.

The man's heart shrank violently.

"Is it hot?"