Plunder X Strongest Magician

2006, October.

Inside the Tokyo Magic College.

In the boys' dormitory with photo posters, a group was suddenly moved.

A few seconds later, a fluffy and messy head popped out.

Relying on his good face, the white-haired boy thumped his throbbing head with a distorted expression.

The memories belonging to him return to their place with the leap of time and space.

"That's right." He looked at the ceiling and said to himself.

I felt a little sad in my heart, inexplicable.

In short, apart from other things, Gojo Satoru feels that he will be a little bit seriously ill decades later.

But Xia Youjie was sicker than him.

The hand under the quilt moved.

The boy's eyes widened, he sat up abruptly and pulled out his right hand from under the quilt, with an unconcealable joy in his brows and eyes.

Spreading out his palm, several stacks of papers were lying obediently in his palm.

The appearance of the black-haired girl when she came to look for him is still very clear, and the black and white ink vapor hovered at the tip of his nose in a trance.

...Although I also brought that guy with me.

It was a multiple solution to usurp power by all means.

About puppets, decentralization, rewards and punishments, and infiltration.

Conspiracy and conspiracy are intertwined, and the possibility of countless branches combined with confession is pushed to the extreme.

"Because of some accidents that happened to him, he took a low-risk path with the absolute guarantee of "Five Enlightenment", but the actual benefits are indeed not high. She paused, feeling a little reluctant and said, "Although, it's not impossible..."

He was flipping through the stack of papers.

The words are concise and clear.However, from time to time there will be a supplementary comment with domineering handwriting, or a horizontal bar expressing veto, but there are also parts with emphasis.

"The main content was consulted with some relevant people, and the comment on it was five...he wrote it."

The girl's posture is dignified and her expression is indifferent, "I have to admit that the risk is very high in comparison."

He takes information very quickly.

He knew every word, but the combination made him feel strange, as if he had suddenly escaped into a strange fog.

At that time, the high school boy who had lost his past memories and had been undergoing endless special training in arts and physical strength for the past few months was uncommonly at a loss.

She spoke again, her voice was very soft: "But it turns out that there is no right that can be established without bloodshed."

"Of course, it can't just rely on bloodshed."

He raised his eyes, didn't speak, just stared at the girl in front of him.

Until that annoying guy "hey, hey, what are you looking at" blocked his sight, and was pushed away by the girl behind him.

She looked straight at him, with a smile that was not a smile on the corner of her lips, and her tone was the same as before: "So, will you be corrupted by power?"

"That's the biggest risk."

Several pages of documents have been reflected in his mind, it is a reset plan that has lasted at least five years.

When he lost his memory, he felt absurd and at a loss, and the fog of treachery dissipated, revealing his terrifying face.

A huge plan that must be realized by him.

In order to prevent the paper version of the document from being leaked, he did not bring it back in the end, leaving only a note written by her in the end.

She wrote his request in front of him, but he deliberately didn't read it because of the sense of surprise that the young mind pursued.

The note was folded and handed to him by that annoying guy, and the other party smiled and said: "I added a seal. In case you don't want to leave after reading it~"

But now, due to the separation of time and space, the spell power of that "Five Enlightenment" has dissipated.The note returned to its original soft appearance, and was even crumpled by him.

The corners of the boy's lips raised uncontrollably.

After unpacking the first stack, his smile froze a bit.The writing on the back of the paper made him feel uncomfortable.

The characters that paint the future are in that elegant style, neat and beautiful.But the traces revealed can be seen in the strokes of wide opening and closing.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and quickly opened the note.

The font is far more than wide open and closed, it can be called arrogant.

——"You want to be beautiful ^-^//convex"

A stick figure is also attached: ○○ completed in one stroke. ①

The ○ on the left is written with "バ", and the ○ on the right is written with "カ", collectively known as "Idiot——"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Sick and sick!

He could almost imagine himself decades later, with that nasty smile when something bad happened.

How can there be such a bad person? ?

When did that guy adjust the bag? ?

Or did he guess what he was thinking a long time ago, so he had already written this note for changing the package in advance?

The white-haired boy was furious, wishing he could go back and beat that bastard until he could only cry "Idiot", and the note in his hand turned into ashes in an instant when he couldn't bear it.

In the next second, the door of Xia Youjie's room next door was pushed open by the frantic boy: "Jie!"

Xia Youjie, who played the game all night on Friday night, was sleeping late, his eyes opened instantly when he was called out, and he instinctively wanted to turn over and get out of bed to prepare for the battle.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

The seriousness of making Gojo Satoru jump three feet high, this must be the bombing of Gaozhuan.

But no alarm went off.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but pull up his collar, and when he was about to say something, his expression suddenly became a little strange.

Stop talking, stop talking.

Xia Youjie's heart tightened, his palms were sweating: "What's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru: Stare at——

Xia Youjie was being targeted, and the male high school student's blood flowed instantly. He raised his hand to fight back, but Gojo Satoru easily dodged it.

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue inexplicably.

Xia Youjie:?

This is a "?" in various senses.

Afterwards, the white-haired boy who disturbed people's dreams sighed quite maturely, and patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder: "Forget it."

Xia Youjie: "..."

"You have something to say." Don't be so scared.

What the hell is this early in the morning, there is no need to torture him like this if he plays games and hallucinations all night.

"you……"

Gojo Satoru paused again.

The pause was so long that he thought Gojo Satoru would even tell the news of whose death, Xia Youjie couldn't bear it anymore——

"Is there a younger sister?" Gojo Satoru took the lead.

"what?"

"It's called the future, isn't it?" The white-haired boy changed from his previously stern look, with a slightly smug expression.

"Go find Nitro today." Xia Youjie said earnestly, and then fell asleep with his head covered, "Why are you so crazy in the morning?"

"Hey, what's your attitude?" Gojo Wu abruptly straightened Xia Youjie who was lying on his side wrapped in the quilt.

"Do you want to fight?" Xia Youjie gritted his teeth, "You wake up early in the morning and make trouble, do you need me to throw you a ball of wool?"

"It's you who wants to fight, right?"

On the beautiful morning of the rest day, Xia Youjie didn't want to take a punishment and write a self-criticism.So he suppressed his temper and closed his eyes, then opened them: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru took out a pair of small glasses from nowhere and put them on, "That means, bring me with you next time you go home."

Xia Youjie:? ?

2006, October.

On a quiet road in a residential area.

"Sure enough, you should lie down and sleep in the dormitory during the holidays." The white-haired boy with a chocolate bar in his mouth was bouncing around.

Xia Youjie: "You insisted on coming."

Gojo Satoru shrugged, stuffed the chocolate bar into his mouth as quickly as a squirrel and chewed: "It's okay, it's okay."

Before Xia Youjie opened his mouth to answer, he saw his only friend jump up and hit the falling branches and leaves with a standard step-up spike, and then cheered "good shot", the confusion in his heart deepened.

Since a month ago, Xia Youjie always felt that something was wrong with Gojo Satoru.

The whole person is weird.

Of course, the blame doesn't just mean that he often mutters some inexplicable strange words.

including but not limited to--

"It's boring without a smartphone";

"Find a poor little curse spirit and try Black Flash again, it's so handsome";

"There is no strawberry flavor, I would have known how many boxes I brought back";

"I really need to cover my eyes for training and relief, but the blindfold is really annoying, it's not as good as a bandage, it has the feeling of sealing the power of darkness";

"Pacola is obviously good to drink now, why is it just like toilet cleaner after a few years"...

It was that the domineering boy who went his own way seemed to have been dyed another color overnight.

Although it is still the same stinky fart and annoying as before, such as the startled "strike!" just now.

It's just that his eyes occasionally have a strange silence, quietly staring at a certain place and thinking, and the atmosphere around him is a bit heavy.

One weekend, Gojo Satoru didn't step out of the dormitory door all day, he thought he was sitting in the room watching a movie, male high school students were going to give him a 'surprise', but when he opened the door, he found Gojo Satoru Lie on the ground with a bag of strawberry milk and flip through an old file.

Similar yellowed files were piled up all around, covered with colorful sticky notes.

Xia Youjie was too shocked to say anything.

——Gojo Satoru usually uses ghost symbols even in mission reports.

He had no doubts at all that Gojo Satoru brought out the archives for the purpose of stacking paper airplanes.

However, Gojo Satoru in front of him was even taking notes.

Xia Youjie took two steps back.

Want to close the door and open it again.

However, it turned out that he was not dazzled, and when he walked into the room, he clearly saw the mark on the sticky note.

Xia Youjie's breathing was slightly stagnant: "You are..."

Gojo Satoru yawned lazily: "Someone just asked me pitifully."

"Someone?"

"En." Wujo Wujo, who was lying on the ground, responded, and then looked up at the ceiling with his arms on his pillow, his eyes seemed to hold the entire clear sky.

He calmed down, and the smile on his lips was neither perverted nor beating, which made Xia Youjie feel strange: "But even if you don't get asked, you can't stand by and watch when you know the result."

However, this weird silence didn't last long. Gojo Satoru sat up straight suddenly, stretched his waist and said out of shape: "So I have to try hard. If it's us, it's super-easy to do it." Bar."

Xia Youjie could see the words on the note paper clearly.

He frowned slightly, and met his friend's eyes, who also stared at him.

This time, he completely saw Gojo Satoru's eyes.

The throat seemed to be tightly strangled by some invisible hand, and it was difficult to breathe.

Gojo Satoru wasn't joking.

This is not a joke on his whim.

Is there... something?

"Jie." Gojo Satoru spoke again, grinning, "Of course, I know you probably don't understand."

His silver-white hair seemed to be shining brightly in the afterglow, and his shadow was stretched very long.

"For you, no one gave me an answer, even "I" said that I need to judge by myself. "

He laughed to himself again, scratching his head, "To be precise, it is somewhat excessive to only tell the answer, but not the process of solving the problem."

"Enlightened?"

"So——" the boy sitting cross-legged on the ground straightened his legs as soon as he exerted his strength, and put his hands on his friend's shoulders, "I just want to use my own method to face you."

Xia Youjie turned his head.

He saw Gojo Satoru's eyelids trembling slightly.

The 17-year-old boy was not calm, but he tried his best to keep calm and said: "Jie, I want to believe you, and I am willing to believe you."

Believe?

Combined with the preface, is it "believing" that the two of them can achieve those almost crazy words on the sticky note together?

However, Xia Youjie suddenly sensed another meaning.

A layer of meaning that he didn't understand, but that did exist.

"Let's go, let's go to dinner, I'm going to starve to death." The active voice of his friend cut through his meditation.

The moment before the door of the room was closed, he saw the post-it note blowing up with the wind of closing the door under the orange evening sun.

"What are you thinking about? Let's go."

He was slapped on the back suddenly, and the slap was so hard that Xia Youjie even felt that he would vomit blood.

Xia Youjie: #

"Do you really want to fight?"

"Xiayou." Gojo Satoru looked at the house number and read aloud, then rang the doorbell and looked around the courtyard.

The flowers and plants are beautifully manicured, and the clothes and sheets that have just been dried are gently floating in the breeze.

There is a delicate, beautiful life.

With a "click", the fence was opened, and the woman leaned out from the window: "Bring friends back? Did you buy the biscuits?"

"I bought it." Xia Youjie raised his hand and shook the bag.

The two walked to the door of the house, Xia Youjie just put his hand on the handle, and the door was pushed open a crack.

In the next second, a small head poked out, with soft black hair hanging down, and a pair of round and clear dark blue eyes.

Her gaze stayed on the bag of biscuits for a moment, then she looked up at Xia Youjie.

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

"The future." Xia Youjie patted the girl's head, "Will you wait long?"

"Only for a while." The girl shook her head, hooked Xia Youjie's little finger with her small hand, and walked out to look at Wujo Wu with a strange expression, "Brother, this is...?"

"Introduce, huh? Where's the person?"

Xia Youjie turned his head and found that Gojo Satoru, who was standing beside him, had disappeared in an instant, and he managed to capture the afterimage for a moment.

Xia Youjie:? ?

"I don't know." The black-haired girl tilted her head, "It hopped away like a rabbit."

The author has something to say: ①Refer to the Wutiao Wuxin (?) note that Nana Ming received, the artist is really good. Is Mr. Wutiao your size?

This relationship line started at 275, and now it is just a normal level of affection + the recognition that she is my wife, and the real liking starts at 27.

The extra episode of "Reset 2006" is a supplement to the main text, which will be resolved in chapters 2-3.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the child who is squatting in the pit cannot afford to be hurt;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: light smoke and vines, i10 bottles; 5 bottles of Yuejiang's Xuanbao; 4 bottles of icy eyes; 1 bottle of cy;