Did Yinshi overturn today?

Also, when I dozed off, someone would come to deliver a pillow

As the saying goes, seeing is believing, in the face of irrefutable evidence, Fu Heihui still wavered.

After all, if possible, who wouldn't want to make their abilities look more fashionable and handsome?

Fu Heihui's pupils trembled, Leng Chuan Liren fanned the flames with an innocent face, and Sakata Gintoki brazenly pursued the victory.

After a set of combined punches, the man finally dispelled the child's idea of ​​forcing himself to mislead his son, and put him to sleep.

But it's like when you have no ideas, you read other people's answers, and you will unconsciously write in that direction when you answer the questions.

The negative impact brought by Sakata Gintoki has not really exerted its force yet.

And men will soon realize this.

In the middle of the night last night, Sakata Gintoki received a message from Gojo Satoru, the kind that made people's brains hurt after reading it.

Although the juvenile class had reported to the Noctua Moth, other educational resources were not distributed at the same time.

This is also a matter of course, although the cultural courses of the Conjuration High School are really pitifully few, and the number of students is pitifully small, so the school's classroom utilization rate is also pitifully low. Logically speaking, it is very simple to allocate a classroom for their kindergarten class things.

But Gojo Satoru obviously didn't bring them together to teach them cultural lessons.

So, this guy directly set the location to the mission location.

The text message is to notify the time and place of the collection.

When Sakata Gintoki told Leng Chuan about this the next day, the other party nodded calmly without making any comments.

The amulets have been delivered, and the business of their booth has almost transitioned from fraud (doubtful) to money grabbing (confirmed) in the past two days.

Therefore, when he found out that the boy did not reject tutoring—or better understanding of himself, Sakata Gintoki almost cried with joy.

Can enter the game later.

Liren Leng Chuan was in a good mood in the morning, but as he got closer to the destination and saw the gradually familiar environment, when he finally arrived at the destination, the blond boy was completely silent.

In front of him was the building where he had been imprisoned for five years. The promotional board of the Palm Research Institute was taken down, a white seal was pasted on the door, and many insults from relatives of the believers were written on the wall with spray paint.

Liren Leng Chuan ran his fingertips across the wall until his fingertips ached. He groped for his fingertips, which were stained dark red due to the not yet dry paint, and asked in an emotionless voice: "Why did you come here?"

Sakata Gintoki didn't sleep almost all night last night, and now his head is buzzing. After hearing the child's question, he replied with a drawn out voice: "Who knows, if Gojo Satoru's reasons don't convince you If so, I can punch him for you."

Leng Chuanli turned his head to look at him, but Sakata Gintoki would never move people for too long.

The man endured his headache, and showed a weak smile under the gaze of the child: "But in return, I will give you the pudding in your refrigerator."

It's okay not to give it, because I have already eaten it.

The dark circles under Sakata Gintoki's eyes were so thick that it was almost as if he had just been punched. Recalling the appearance of Gojo Satoru in his memory, the child had every reason to suspect that the man actually went to touch Ci.

Liren Leng Chuan looked away indifferently: "Then I'll do it myself."

Sakata Gintoki replied dissatisfied: "Do you think that guy is easy to deal with! His age and the setting in the juvenile jump are either the protagonist or the big boss!"

When the two were bickering, a familiar voice came from a distance: "I seem to hear someone talking bad about me."

Sakata Gintoki and the child looked in the direction of the voice.

Gojo Satoru was wearing a familiar high school uniform. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth was slender and slender, and his muscle mass had not yet reached its peak, but he still looked bluffing enough despite his height exceeding the standard.

Coupled with the "strongest" title that really fell on the other party.

Confirmed the eyes, is a person who can't be offended.

Sakata Gintoki's eyes began to wander, and Gojo Satoru pretended that he was not the one who threatened just now, and greeted enthusiastically: "Yo, the third date."

"Yo." This was Sakata Gintoki's weak response.

Gojo Satoru was a little curious: "Aren't you going to refute this time?"

At this time, the young man had already walked up to the man. He was taller than the other man. When he looked at Yin Sakata with his head slightly tilted, under the autumn sun, the hair of the two people who were also sparsely colored seemed to be covered with a layer of warm sun. .

Gojo Satoru found that the other party's hair color was thicker than his own, and the curly hair was messy, but because of its excellent hair quality, it was easy to think of creatures like lambs.

Sakata Gintoki waved his hand: "Gin-sang has something to worry about now, so let's forget it this time."

"What's the matter?" The young man's eyes still fell on the slightly trembling hair of the other party.

He felt his fingertips itch.

The man who was unaware of this replied: "Recently, I met a very troublesome child with a black sea urchin head." Sakata Gintoki remembered the conversation yesterday, and tried to ask Gojo Satoru for confirmation, "Do you have any impression?"

"Sea urchin head?" Gojo Satoru thought for two seconds before realizing, "It's about Hui."

The man froze for a moment: "Eh? Is there no boy who fits the description?"

"Megumin is a boy, and his name is just a girl's." Gojo Satoru thought for a while and added, "Fukui Hui is the last classmate you haven't met yet."

Sakata Gintoki buried his face in his hands, and muttered softly, "How can there be such a coincidence."

When he saw Gojo Satoru directly calling the child's name, Sakata Gintoki had an ominous premonition in his heart. He was of the right age and ability, and he was very familiar with Gojo Satoru. Sure enough, the result did not surprise him again.

Gojo Satoru was a little curious: "What happened to him?"

This question involves something that Gintoki Sakata has been hiding.

Such as systems, such as shadows.

Judging from Fu Heihui's statement, there are indeed shadow-related spells in this world, but he is not at all sure whether his little earth bag that looks more like a summoned object can fool others.

Sakata Gintoki suddenly thought that the child seemed to have mentioned Zenyuan family before... Could it be that Xuelunyan is the same as the Uchiha family, and shadow-related spells are unique to Zenyuan family?

At worst, try to keep the existence of the system a secret.

Although he didn't even know why, but in the face of major events, Sakata Gintoki trusted his partner unconditionally.No matter how unreliable the other party's actions were during the process, how much they seemed to be entrapping him, this point will not change.

After struggling for a long time, the man just choked out a sentence: "It's nothing..."

"Another little secret?" Gojo Satoru bent slightly, "You realize I can ask Kei, too, right?"

Sakata Gintoki justly accused the other party of this behavior of peeking at the answer: "What's the point of that, the process of deciphering is always more attractive than the answer itself."

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth, thinking that he was really convinced.

At this time, the last member of the make-up team also arrived. Fu Heihui stood at the corner not far from them, looking at the strange combination of students who were much older than the teacher with a delicate expression.

The boy remembered Sakata Gintoki's explanation about going crazy yesterday, and now he saw that the man attended the so-called cram school with him, and he believed it for the most part.

"Then everyone is here now." Gojo Satoru stood up straight, "Before we really start, let me give you some knowledge you need for popular science."

Because this time it was a practical class similar to visiting a factory, Gojo Satoru only gave a simple explanation so that they would not even know what their opponent was in the battle.

"...and your own spells. There are two choices in battle. First, hide your own spells to achieve unexpected effects; It will also increase accordingly, so as to maximize the damage."

"So my personal simplicity is, before you have absolute confidence in your own strength, don't publicize your spells at will. After all, the spells are only effective if you disclose them. Others know them in advance, or they are guessed during the battle. It's useless to come out."

Seeing Fu Heihui's sudden realization first, and then he glanced at Sakata Yinshi and then quickly looked away, the man knew that everything was back to the original point.

No, it's not the origin either.

Because of Fu Heihui's small movements, Gojo Satoru could see clearly.