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Later, the topic of making a wish was easily diverted by him, because I was hungry.

It was evening before entering the realm, and it was early morning when he came out. The Fusangshen's realm should be related to time.

"Huh? Are you hungry? I know there is a delicious restaurant in Miyazaki~"

Gojo Satoru enthusiastically took me to the super-delicious gourmet restaurant in his mouth. Since the subway was closed at midnight, he dragged me to teleport with spells throughout the whole process.

Then we saw shops that were closed.

Although closed...

"Why is it a dessert shop?" I couldn't understand, "Shouldn't I eat when I'm hungry?"

I didn't get a reply, so I turned around to look, and I saw a pale paper man floating on the ground dangling from mid-air, and it was Gojo Satoru's face?

……

Isn't this him!

I was shocked on the spot: "It's amazing, it really turned into a piece of paper, is this also one of the application methods of the spell?"

Hei Ni brutally stated the facts: [This just collapsed and degenerated from a three-dimensional to a two-dimensional paper man]

I knelt down and looked at the self-proclaimed strongest paper man lying on the ground crying, wondering: "Is it so sad?"

The wide-faced tears stopped immediately, and the next second changed from a paper painting style to a flesh and blood body.

I calmly pointed out, "That doesn't seem very scientific."

[What kind of science do people who can cross the world talk about?]

Although he has turned back into a three-dimensional real person, Gojo Satoru's expression is still very sad: "I was looking forward to it, and I bought it in the early morning last time. Why did it close so early today?"

I took out my mobile phone and looked up the name of the store, and found that it was a very popular dessert shop in Miyazaki, and some foreigners even took transportation to buy desserts.I continued to scroll down, and I happened to see someone talking about the reason why it closed early today.

"Ah, because the business was so good today, it was sold out, so we closed."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Although he didn't speak and couldn't see his eyes because he was wearing sunglasses, it felt like he was going to make trouble again.

won't you cry?Although he cried just now, the crying of the paper man is completely different from the crying of a real person.

After struggling for a few seconds, I took out a small box from the inner pocket of my clothes, took out a small piece of handmade candy wrapped in sugar paper, snapped it in half, and threw half into my mouth , and the other half hangs above Gojo Satoru's lips.

"Do you want to eat? Sugar."

He hesitated, opened his mouth, and I released my hand to let the sugar fall in.

"Couldn't be planning to poison me to death." He said vaguely with sugar in his mouth.

I sipped the sugar bit by bit, feeling its sweet taste in my mouth: "What's there to worry about, didn't I eat half of it myself? You should have seen it."

He began to reason nonsense: "Maybe it's a poison that you can be immune to but I can't."

"I can't do it." I thought about it, then changed my mind, "But there should be a family that can do it."

"Huh? Who is it?"

"A family who is a full-time killer is not from this world."

"okay."

The candy is very sweet. The outside is a hard candy with a milky flavor mixed with a little strawberry flavor. After melting, you can eat a rich chocolate filling inside.

Rather than being very sweet, it is better to say that it is too sweet, and few people can accept this level of sweetness.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru could accept it unexpectedly: "Well, it's delicious, where did you buy it?"

I was quite surprised: "Don't you think it's too sweet?"

"No. Isn't that just right?"

I rarely meet people with similar tastes to mine, so I took out a small box and gave him two candies: "I didn't buy it, it was made for me by the old man, I can't share too much with you."

After taking it, he unwrapped the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth without even looking at it. He chewed the candy and asked me, "Old man? I heard you mention it this afternoon, is it your family?"

Are you going to chat?

Thinking of this, I sat cross-legged next to him and looked up at the dark sky: "What about you, is Jie your family?"

I am not very willing to share important people with others. I always feel that after I say it, it is not mine alone.

If you want to ask me, tell me your own first, and exchange with each other.

"..."

Gojo Satoru folded his hands behind his head, and after a long time, he said: "...he is my best friend. The only one."

I changed my cross-legged posture to hug my knees and looked at him. The dim street lights were a little far away, so I didn't pay close attention to his specific expression, but my tone was serious.

It should be a very important person, right?

I put my chin on my kneecap and said, "The old man is my family. The only one."

"..."

"..."

No one spoke again, and the atmosphere became strangely silent.

The cold wind in December is a bit chilly, but it’s a good thing to wear thick clothes so that you won’t get sick... Speaking of modern cities, there seem to be many strange legends, will you encounter them?After all, it is not a scientific world. ——I thought about it endlessly.

After a while, he still didn't speak, but I couldn't hold back: "I'm hungry."

He sat up instantly with his waist and abdomen, relying on his height advantage to look down at me, his voice sounded like a smile: "Shall we go to eat?"

"Eat normal, no dessert."

"Huh? Dessert is also normal."

"I do not want."

Although Gojo Satoru said in the afternoon that he would treat me to delicious food, Miyazaki Prefecture is not a place with a particularly rich nightlife. After walking around two streets, we only found a few hot food restaurants that were still open. Finally, we chose one in "食べログ" is a ramen restaurant with good reviews.

We sat face to face in the corner. After ordering, there was nothing else to do. I cupped my face in my hands and stared at him boredly.Looking at it, I found that his coat shouldn't be too thick, wouldn't it be cold?

Wait a minute, is that a coat?Or student uniform?

That being said, I don't seem to know his age.

I asked curiously, "Is that your coat, or your school uniform? Are you still in school?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand lazily: "It's a high school uniform."

Then he pointed to his own face, "I obviously look very small, why would I doubt it."

"Because you said that you are busy with work, students should not work."

"Students also work, don't underestimate them~"

"Okay, sorry." I apologized naturally, then pointed to his uniform, "Isn't it cold? It doesn't look very thick."

"It's not cold." He stretched out his hand in front of me.

Um?Is it for me to touch?

I asked warily, "You wouldn't turn on No Limit when I was about to bump into you, and then slap the table and laugh after I was blocked."

"... How could I do such a thing?"

"It's possible for you."

But since he said so, shouldn't he do it?

I honestly stretched out my hand to try his temperature——

Then got blocked.

"Pfft...Pfft!" The guy covered his mouth and laughed directly on the soft seat back.

I:"……"

Why did you fall for it again?

I began to reflect on myself deeply, and found that it was mainly because Wujo Satoru had no killing intent or aggressiveness, so I couldn't distinguish his pure and playful pranks at all.

After laughing enough, he stretched out his hand again: "It won't happen this time."

"No need." I refused, "Actually, I'm not that interested."

"Come on, come on." He spread his five fingers and shook at me, and when he found that I was indifferent, he directly held my hand and said proudly, "How about it, it's very warm."

It's really warm.

I thought it was because the palm of my hand was very warm, but I touched the back of his hand with the other hand, and it was also warm.

"Are you wearing thick clothes?"

"No, it's just an ordinary shirt."

He withdrew his hand, "Let's eat."

Um? ?

In the next second, the boss opened the curtain of the back kitchen, brought over two bowls of ramen, said "please use it slowly" in a friendly manner, and then went back to the back kitchen to be busy.

I picked up the thin noodles with my chopsticks and asked him, "Did you see the boss come out with the bowl? Can you see it even if you are blocked?"

"Yes, and it's 360 degrees."

I held the bowl and blew it a few times, then slowly took a sip of the hot soup, and after taking a slow shot, I thought—isn’t that similar to Baiyan?

The beef bone soup is very fragrant, and the hardness of the ramen is also very suitable, not too hard and very springy.I picked up the noodles and ate them slowly, and took a sip of the soup with a spoon from time to time. When I looked up, I saw that Gojo Satoru's bowl was almost empty.

I then checked that I had more than half a bowl left, and silently speeded up.

After Gojo Satoru finished eating, he leaned on the chair with his legs crossed and waited for me. He suddenly said, "By the way, don't you know how to use magic power?"

"Huh?" I have noodles in my mouth, not knowing why.

"I saw it." He leaned his face closer and looked at me with his chin resting on one hand, "You are behind that Fusangshen, the knife that stabbed it - it was formed by magic power, but it can't see through you technique."

Formed by mantra?

I swallowed the noodles in my mouth, and tilted my head in doubt: "No, I'm using 'Mind Ability'."

Gojo Satoru repeated my words, and asked with interest, "Is it your special ability?"

"Probably." I blinked and said, "The essence is to manipulate the life energy in the body, that is, 'Qi'. Everyone can learn it, but there are also good or bad talents."

"Hey~" He looked quite interested, "But it seems to me that you are using magic power, it's really interesting."

"Doesn't the use of spell power require spells? I don't have that kind of thing."

"There are also ways to attack with pure magic power, or to inject magic power into magic equipment."

I picked out the last pinch of noodles and twisted them on the chopsticks: "But I am neither of the two you mentioned. I can use my telekinetic ability to condense into the desired weapon to cause powerful damage."

Gojo Satoru didn't say whether he believed it or not, he just looked at me repeatedly in an observing posture, and finally spread his hands: "It's true that there are no traces of the technique."

Because I didn't use any spells in the first place.

Putting down the chopsticks, I thought for a while, tightened and isolated the breath (breath) of my whole body, making my sense of existence extremely weak.

"……Um?"

Gojo Satoru was stunned, put both hands on the table and stood up, staring at my position, and a second later, he moved his legs and wanted to come over.

"I'm here."

He immediately took off his sunglasses, looked at me incredulously, put them on, took them off, and put them on again, repeating twice.

"...Wow." He finally took off his sunglasses, "The naked eye can see you, but the six eyes can't detect the trace at all. How did you do it?"

"It's 'absolute'. Isolate the qi in my whole body so that they won't run out, and then lock them in the body, making the sense of existence extremely weak."

I consciously explained it in detail, and suggested that he try it, "Didn't you say it looks like magic power, can you try it?"

Gojo Gojo gave me a suspicious look, then tried for a while, and finally gave up: "No way, I don't understand what you mean by being locked in the body, the magic power itself is in the body."

"Just shut them in a little more."

"Well—it can't be done."

I comforted him: "It's okay, it may be because you have no talent in this area."

Gojo Satoru, who was said to have no talent for the second time, was dying: "...the last time I was said to have no talent was because of the reversal technique... I have learned it now."

"But you can't learn that."

"..."

Gojo Satoru knocked on the table with his hands depressedly, changing the rhythm every few seconds, making the noise unbearable.

"Let's go?"

"..." Knock knock knock.

"The boss should be closing soon."

"..." Knock knock knock.

I:"……"

Where did the naive ghost come from!

I directly held down his restless hand, and pulled it out of the store: "Let's go!"

Dragging him out of the ramen shop smoothly, I didn't feel any resistance at all, and when I turned around, I saw this guy looking left and right in a super happy mood, with a smile on his face: "Ah~ I'm so happy not to have to work .”

……

Didn't you feel so depressed that you didn't want to leave just now? Did you just pretend?

Gojo Satoru pulled out the hand that was being held by me, and put his arm on my shoulder: "The height is just right... Speaking of which, I haven't received a call today urging me to work."

"Well, I can't get in. In these three days, people who know you will not find you, even if you are face to face, they will not be able to see you. This is a 'rule', to ensure that your wishes will not be influenced by others .”

"Well, does this count as a 'hidden spirit'?"

"It doesn't count. After all, people who don't know you can see you, such as the boss just now."

I led him into a dark and narrow alley, and Gojo Gojo suddenly screamed strangely.

I asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to bring me in to do bad things? No."

"..."

His tone made me a little confused for a moment, and I couldn't figure out why he looked like a coquettish high school girl.

With a blank face, he took out the golden shard from the special box, pressed it against the wall, and immediately a door-shaped vortex space appeared.

"I'm not doing bad things, I'm sorry... welcome to the arbitrary gate of Doraemon."

"What's that weird muffler?"

"It's copyright."

Going through the vortex to return to the lounge at the beginning, I press a button, and the floor in the center of the room opens, raising a contraption with golden wreckage floating on it.

I put the new pieces on, and the debris absorbed itself, and then there was another piece on the base.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and asked, "Don't you need to avoid me?"

"it does not matter."

After the device was lowered again, I pressed another button, and a wall was lowered between the summoning room and the hall.

"Whether you make a wish or not in the end, you will be bound by the 'rules', and you can't take it away and you can't tell the existence of the fragments."

Gojo Satoru fumbled around the newly lowered wall, then bent his index finger and knocked: "Wow, it's a real wall, and the door is real too."

I nestled myself into the lazy sofa, drowsy with the pillow in my arms: "Go in and sleep by yourself, isn't it your bed inside, there is a bathroom on the left hand side of the door."

"Huh? Do you only sleep on the sofa?"

"It's huge."

"It's not a big problem, isn't the bed more comfortable?"

I raised my head buried in the pillow and looked at him calmly: "Well... I only sleep on the bed at home."

He looked at me for a few seconds and finally nodded.

"Okay~ good night."

"Good night."

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"食べログ": Japanese food website (Baidu's)

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