Laugh to death, there are no ordinary people at all

"Yes." I nodded, and then asked back, "Is there any problem? It's because of Shibuya..."

"Not really, although Shibuya's situation is indeed quite special. But it's mainly a matter of time."

"time?"

What happened to time?

I was stunned, and felt that the whole world had changed since the moment the Three Views were shattered.

——I don’t know if it’s my problem or something is wrong with the world.

Seeing my puzzled face, after several people in front of me looked at each other in blank dismay, it was Minano Shuichi who stood up

"You went to Shibuya a few years ago, it proves that everything has happened in the past, right?"

"so what?"

"But we don't remember seeing you at all."

"what!"

Hearing what he said, I also reacted.

If we really met in the past, Nanye aside, Mr. Urahan and Mr. Gojo must have an impression of me.

However, I did know them only this year.Not only to me, but everyone else looked nothing like they had ever seen.

Then this is very suspicious.

"So in fact, I didn't go back to the real past, but just went to a place like an illusion world?"

Looking at my current small body, I can't say that the matter itself didn't happen.

But if it's all true, it's strange that no one remembers it.

So people turned their attention to Sawada Tsunayoshi again—after all, he is the BOSS of the instigator. If you want to know about the rocket launcher, there is no other person present besides him.

Facing the eyes of the people who gathered suddenly, Sawada Tsunayoshi regained the feeling of embarrassment he felt when he was just a student who just got the power of flames and couldn't do anything well after a long absence.

——To be honest, the operating principle of the ten-year rocket launcher is still a mystery, and he has only experienced it as a user, but has not learned the specific data from the direction of research.

In addition, this is a newly improved product, and it is not impossible to create an illusion-like space instead of the real past.

"No, I don't think so." Wutiao teacher's head suddenly came closer, he pulled down the blindfold, and looked up and down with the same clear eyes as I remembered.

"I think it's more likely to be in Shibuya. After all, there were many strange things in the past, so there was such a troublesome result."

That's what I said, but I always feel that the three characters 'interesting' can be read from his face.

I pressed my aching forehead.

——Stepfather, what a big deal he has done.

No, that's not right, rather than 'big', I should say 'exactly how many pieces'.

I always feel that the impact of "saving the world" is much bigger than imagined.

It would be great if I could find out where he is now, she will definitely rush up and beat him up!

"So what happened in Shibuya in your memory?" I asked curiously.

It sounds quite different from what I remember.

"This is..."

Gojo Satoru straightened his body and stretched his waist. He was tall and his hands and feet were long. Standing like this, he looked like he was about to touch the roof.But it is really pleasing to the eyes to think that such a good-looking person can move...

Wait what am I thinking.

I shook my head, trying to pick up the tension that had been slackened by coming back.

"Well, why don't you just ask the instigator?"

I blinked and blinked, and it took me a while to make a dry sound.

"what?"

The weather is bright and clear, and the weather is getting warmer. People on the street are less and less passing through, and the shop windows are beginning to show refreshing summer dresses.

From basic T-shirt jeans to dresses of various prices, it is undoubtedly not an eye-catching existence.

At this time, I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the Nth set of clothes I was trying on.

"Aren't we going to find the instigator?"

I looked at Mr. Wujo, who was sitting on the sofa, thinking about something but obviously in a good mood. I didn't understand why I didn't see anything after a few hours, and I was so tired here.

Shopping is physical work, and trying on and changing clothes is even more physical work.After a few sets, I felt that my thinking had begun to be sluggish and my body was heavy.

Although it is fun to wear nice clothes, but...

I rubbed my legs, which had started to stiffen, and gave Gojo-sensei a death stare.

I am tired and thirsty now, and no matter how beautiful the clothes are, it is difficult to attract my attention.

Teacher Wutiao, who could only stare at Happy and eat a cold drink, tried to cut him with an eye knife and asked him to give me a reasonable explanation.

"Yeah, but clothes are also important, right?"

Wujo teacher put down the spoon in his hand.

"You think, magical girls have to transform into a combat uniform before going to battle, right? Naturally, we have to be imposing when we go to find someone—we can't let you continue to wear clothes that don't fit Lixiang, right?"

"If you lose, you don't lose. We can't let the other party look bright and beautiful, so we can pass by like dust."

It makes sense and I can't refute it.

No, no, this is all nonsense.

First of all, the magical girl transformation is what the producer needs to attract people's attention, and besides, I'm not too sloppy in Rika's old clothes.

They said they were old clothes, but they were still about [-]% to [-]% new, and they just put them away because Li Xiang grew up.

Although I put it on in a hurry, it is really a bit big.

Yes, I'm now a kid who's shorter than Satoshi - to be precise, a kid who's younger than Satoshi.

Listening to what Teacher Wutiao said, I didn't forget to refute it even when I changed my clothes.

"Wouldn't Teacher Wutiao also dress up specially?"

Teacher Wutiao's clothes today are actually quite nice, but overall they are very simple, and there is no sense of expensiveness.

"This is XXX's clothes."

Oh, that's fine.

Although I haven't bought it myself, the price I saw before was enough to cause a cardiac arrest.

Seeing that I was shocked by his sophistry, Mr. Wutiao waved and signaled the sales sisters in the store to bring a new set of clothes.

"This looks good, let's try again."

"The last one?" I narrowed my eyes.

"The last one."

So I put on a blue ombré dress of his choice.

To be honest, the touch is really quite comfortable.

But the price is...

I thought of the price tag I accidentally touched when I was undressing, and my heart trembled violently.

"Then let's pay for this body together."

Probably noticing that my patience was almost at the limit, Teacher Wutiao put away the raised leg.

The sales ladies are also very excited to have such a large business.

The already attentive attitude suddenly became sweeter by eight points.

"Is that the little lady's father? Or the elder brother? The little lady is so happy."

"Oh my god, is such spending real? I thought I'd only see it on Two-dimensional forever."

"Is this the so-called daughter/sister slave?"

The sales ladies discussed quietly and quickly. In addition to earning a large commission, they were also very excited that the scene that they thought only existed in Two-dimensional actually came true.

Who doesn't like the scene of spending a lot of money.jpg

--except me.

"Wait a minute."

When I reacted, I rushed forward to stop his actions.

"Isn't it enough to wear this suit? How much do I need to buy? Really..."

Gojo Wu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and uttered the natural voice of a rich man:

"Of course it's all."

"Thank you for your patronage!"

Without waiting for me to refute, the ladies and sisters who were unwilling to get the duck flew away immediately settled the matter with one voice.

I randomly picked up a price tag on the clothes to look at the price, and after reading it, my eyes went dark on the spot.

I can't afford to use up all my savings.

The clothes were packed quickly, Gojo Satoru didn't take any of the bags, but just wrote down an address and asked them to send it directly——

I tried several times but failed to have the desired effect.Send a message to a few people in the know, and the answers are almost the same.

To sum it up, it's 'won't it be fine if he buys it and you keep it? ', I seemed to be the only one shaken by the exaggerated price.

Damn, is this the happiness of the rich?

Then we went for cold drinks.

Probably because it is a cold drink shop located in the commercial center, this shop does not use a lot of decorative items, but only uses warm-toned decoration to enhance the gentle and sweet temperament.

Coupled with lively light music and sweet smells.I really don't want to leave after I come in.

Sitting in the cold drink shop, I felt that my brain, which had just been temporarily disabled due to exhaustion and shock, started working again.

After thinking about it, we were trying on clothes and eating cold drinks after we came out.There are many chores to do, but the business is not done.

It can't go on like this.

I pushed away Buffy in front of me, and looked seriously at Mr. Wutiao behind the pile of sweets.

"So what are we going to do next?"

"Wait."

Wujo teacher spoke without hesitation.

"Then when will we wait, can't we take the initiative to visit?"

"It's not impossible, but it's more convenient." Wutiao teacher threw the spoon in his hand into the empty parfait cup.

"Do I know that person?"

I asked curiously.

"Probably we know each other." The smile on Teacher Wutiao's face became strange.

If you know it, you know it, if you don’t know it, you don’t know it. How can you have a general understanding?

Just when I poked Buffy anxiously, Gojo Gojo was in a good mood as if he had seen something interesting

"Ah, here we come."

He turned his head suddenly.Following his voice, three people could be seen walking in this direction outside the window.

Walking in the middle was a black-haired man in a monk's uniform, and beside him was a beautiful young woman in black and white.

The two tugged on his arm from left to right, as if they were arguing about something.

My eyes gradually glazed over.

It's not that I don't know each other, or that it's because I know that I feel that the scene in front of me is very difficult to describe.

So, as a monk, isn't it inappropriate to play so big?

When I seriously thought about whether I should hide to avoid embarrassment, Teacher Wutiao raised his hand and greeted briskly:

"Jay, this way."