Is it too dangerous to be full of charms in the world of conjuration?

I am the strongest.

This sentence makes you a little dazed, as if you have returned to the time when you met Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu for the first time, Wujo Wu also said in the same incomparably natural and arrogant posture as now: Jie and I are the strongest.

You clearly realize that whether it is the more calm and calm Nitzi, or the already reliable Wu, they have grown into trustworthy adults with the passage of time.

And me?

You stretch out your hands hesitantly. As time goes by, you also grow a little bit taller. Your slender fingers are no longer round and soft, and your well-developed body shows a graceful curve. Your voice is no longer as crisp as an apple, but gentle and slow. .

But you have no other changes.

The hairstyle is always the same, neither long nor short, and the clothes brands you are accustomed to are always the same, and you dare not contact any strangers, even if you meet new students occasionally, you will shrink back to another section, Or leave silently after treating them well.

Your age seems to be forever stopped at the day when Jie defected.

Nitzi once tried to get you out of this state, but when you looked at strange things in fear and fear, you clutched her sleeve tightly and said in a trembling voice: "Grizz... I'm afraid..." Tears welled up in his eyes, like a kitten being pushed to the pool, trembling around the slender and reliable black cat, meowing for help.

She finally gave up on the idea of ​​pushing you forward.

"It's okay, if Chanel doesn't want to meet strangers, I'll treat you." Nitzi comforted you, patted the trembling back of his hand, showing rare tenderness: "Don't be afraid."

After the strange wounded left, you breathed out, and apologized to Niatz full of guilt: "I'm sorry... I let Niuzi down." You couldn't help but clenched your fists as you spoke. It slowly pierced into your palm, and blood overflowed from the cleft of the fist, slowly dripping into the gaps in the pure white floor of the infirmary.

Nitro patted your head, pulled your fist out, and healed your wound with the inversion technique, and said helplessly: "Don't hurt yourself all the time. Chanel, I will be very sad to see you always get hurt .”

"Okay." You agreed obediently and honestly, keeping this sentence firmly in your heart.

Don't get hurt, Nitro will be sad.

But you were injured again, your fingers gently brushed your lower lip, the wound that was bitten just now has disappeared, but the remaining pain tells you that you can't even protect yourself well.

You sighed dejectedly, and tentatively pulled Wujou's fingers, the limitless didn't separate you.

Great, not mad at me.

The originally tense mood relaxed a bit, and then Gojo Gojo rubbed your head in a mess, turning your hair into a messy chicken coop.

You opened your mouth with difficulty: "It's hard for me to tidy up my hair..."

"Channa, let's cut your hair short!" Gojo Satoru supported his chin, looked at it for a while, and said in a very serious tone: "I think short hair is cute."

"Eh? But..." Fingers tangle your hair unconsciously, this is the habit you have inadvertently assimilated by Nitro, and you will unconsciously fiddle with your long hair every time you are nervous.

"Really~" Gojo Satoru leaned forward, held your right cheek with his hand, and kept making affirmative noises, then suddenly changed his face, took out a small handkerchief as if crying: "Don't Channa believe me? ~Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow~

And after you stopped talking for a while, facing Gojo Wu's gaze, you spoke with difficulty: "I believe in Wu...can you ask Nitro to help me? I don't want to go out."

"Then let me do it!" Gojo Gojo hammered his palms, and said as if suddenly enlightened: "I am the strongest, and cutting hair is very easy for me!"

"I see." You breathed a sigh of relief, it doesn't matter what kind of cut it is, as long as it doesn't go out.

"Then tomorrow, I will come to Chanel with tools~"

"Okay." You nodded, completely unaware of what kind of human suffering you will face tomorrow.

After Niozi came back, he heard you say that Gojo Satoru was going to cut your hair, he picked up the phone and walked out with a calm face, you thought that Nitrozi had something to do, so you stopped talking, picked up the rice ball and talked slowly. While eating, I was a little worried that the meal would be cold after the glass was finished.

You don't know how to use a microwave oven yet, or you don't care about many things at all, so you don't want to know about it.

Fortunately, before the heat of the rice ball disappeared, Nitro came back.

Her expression is still as plain as before, but you are sensitive to the fact that Nitro seems to be a little unhappy.So you reluctantly broke off half of the mapo rice balls that were rated as "a bit strange in taste".

"Here." You looked at the half of the rice ball reluctantly, and slowly handed it to Nitro, enduring the pain in your heart and said: "Gano, eat this, it's delicious."

Nitro took the rice ball you handed over, and gently rubbed your face with the other hand, and you rubbed Nitro's hand along the way, like a clingy kitten.

Seeing you with an ignorant, ignorant and innocent face, Nitro sighed softly in his heart, remembering the conversation with Gojo Satoru just now.

Nitro doesn't want you to be exposed to things that make you sad, because your mind and experience are too little.And Xia Youjie's defection had too strong an impact on you. Although you were a bit (?) dull, but cheerful, you were severely impacted into the sensitive and timid personality you are now.

Gojo Satoru knew about Nitro’s thoughts, but he didn’t fully agree with them, or he felt that Nitro’s protection for you was too much. He didn’t remove any places in the infirmary and dormitory, and he didn’t see any strangers. Only dare to stand in a far corner and take a peek.

Gojo Satoru can now understand your thoughts.

You are afraid of meeting new people and forming new bonds. As long as you have never met them before, this person will not be so sad when he dies.

But no.

When Gojo Satoru decided to reform the magic world, he deeply understood one thing. Even if he is the strongest, if there is only one person, he cannot change the magic world. He needs more powerful companions.

And you are different from Nitro, who knows what he wants to do. As a backup character with no combat power but healing ability, he is at most used as a healing tool by the higher-ups.

And you.

No background, pure mind, little experience.

There is no doubt that in the eyes of the higher-ups, you are a little white sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Everyone wants to cut a piece of meat from you, whether it is rare healing ability, obedient and sensible attitude, or right and wrong combat power.

Just like a child walking in the busy city with gold in his arms, he is ignorant and unaware of how many pairs of greedy eyes are staring at you.

Blind protection cannot keep you safe. Since you have an ability that most conjurers can't match, you should learn how to use it instead of hiding this treasure.

On the second day, the busy Nitro goes to do healing tasks, you still stay in the infirmary obediently, just like most of the time you have experienced before, you will stare at the sun from east to west, or take a few books Looking slowly, only occasionally one or two people will come, most of them are not seriously injured, and they will leave after simple treatment.

You will remain in the quiet infirmary.

Today is different. Just after the morning, you are about to take out the rice ball and heat it up to eat, when you hear Gojo Satoru's active voice, and then the door of the infirmary is pushed open.

"Will——" Gojo Satoru uttered a strange dubbing, lifted the tool box in his hand high, and opened the lock of the box with the other hand holding the bottom, as if showing something particularly powerful, he moved forward exaggeratedly step.

A wide variety of hairdressing tools are neatly placed inside, you only recognize a few of them, and you don’t know the rest...

A strange sense of panic comes over you.

"I'm here with the tools! Channa, sit down quickly~" Gojo Satoru patted the chair, beckoning you to sit on it.

"Ah, good." Out of trust in Gojo Satoru, you didn't struggle for a long time before you sat on it obediently and straightened your body obediently.

You were covered with a big scarf, only your neck and head were exposed, and there was no mirror in the infirmary. You couldn't help feeling flustered, and grabbed Gojo Satoru's arm to repent.

But he opened his mouth, but still swallowed.

"Please... cut less." After you finished speaking, you closed your eyes tightly, only feeling your hair being gently grabbed by a pair of hands, followed by the sound of metal cutting hair, making you more nervous and apprehensive.

After about half an hour, Gojo Satoru, who has been circling around you, finally said what you've been waiting for for a long time: "It's done——"

You took a deep breath, worked hard to prepare yourself mentally, and then slowly opened your eyes, only to see that the cloth was covered with your hair, and there was a slight scratching feeling on your face, Gojo Satoru looked at it intently. Looking at you, then nodded with satisfaction.

"I am indeed the strongest."

You stretched out your hand and touched it, and there was no cropped cut as you were worried about, and your heart was still hanging on the ground.

I roughly measured it with my hands, and it seems that Gojo Satoru cut your bangs for your short hair that goes up from your chin...?

Looking around, you remembered that there was no mirror in the infirmary, and touched your face in distress.

It won't be ugly, will it?

Gojo Satoru understood your expression very easily, and suddenly said: "What should I do? I seem to have cut Chanel's back bald!"

what? !

You fumbled to the back of your head in a panic, and after careful groping, you realized that Gojo Satoru was teasing you.

The hair was well-cut and not messy. It was the first time for Gojo Wu to do this kind of thing, but he seemed to be cutting it frequently.

"I'm lying to you~" Gojo Satoru sat across from you, slowly opened a lollipop, and crunched it into pieces: "It's much cuter now than before, should I find a mirror for Chanel to see?" ~"

"Wu brought a mirror?"

"Yes! Look~" He suddenly pulled out the mirror from under the toolbox and put it in front of your face.