The mutual attraction of gravity and gravitation

Eat together, act together, sleep together, no matter what you do, you will never be apart.

In the eyes of everyone in the high school, Nanase Machun and Nakahara Chuya are just a strangely sticky couple, not only similar in appearance, but also outgoing and talkative in personality.

Some uninformed high commissioners speculated that they were cousins. After all, Japan is a country that allows cousins ​​to marry.

But Nanase's pure and proficient Kyoto accent and Nakahara's normal Tokyo accent made people confused where they were from.

Occasionally, in a few exchanges, Nakahara would say frankly that he was from Yokohama, and Nanase Masumi would nod in agreement.

But this is different from their initial guess.

Nanase Masumi's subtle actions have been judged by Gojo Satoru, and they are the bearing and behavior of a person who has been immersed in a noble family in Kyoto for many years.

Kyoto, the sacred place of magic, has a history of thousands of years of magic, and is a place that many magicians yearn for.

It is because of the rapid development of Tokyo, Shinjuku and other places in recent years, and the sudden increase in population has led to frequent curses. In order to train conjurers, the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College was established, and it is difficult to prevent conjurers from wanting to see the elegance of Kyoto.

In the whole of Japan, only Tokyo and Kyoto have set up magic schools. There are exchanges between the two schools. One represents the cutting-edge power of magic, and the other represents the supporters of the old rituals of magic. Sister school exchange meetings are held every year.

The winner of the last exchange meeting was Tokyo Magic High School, so this year's sister school exchange meeting will be held in Tokyo Magic High School.

"Does that mean that Jie and the others won all last time?" Nanase Masumi lay on the table, playing with Nakahara Chuya's fingers: "Is it okay to let them win this year?"

Anyway, they are still third-year students, and the exchange meeting stipulates that only students in the third grade and below can participate, and they are still in the participating grades.

Gojo Satoru and his sophomore sorority meeting were canceled due to the preparations for the Tianyuan fusion astral body and the subsequent increase in the number of tasks. After two years, the Kyoto school once again proposed to hold a sister school exchange meeting.

"But if we let the seniors do it all, the result of the competition will be meaningless." Hui Yuanxiong said with a straight smile.

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie have been the strongest for several years. In the first grade, they crushed the Kyoto school and won the individual and team competitions. Now the third grade will only be stronger than two years ago.

"So why do you want to hold this kind of competition with a predetermined ending." Jianren Qihai had a gloomy face, and his face was full of not wanting to go.

Tennei Riko looked at them left and right, and said confidently: "I will not participate in such a rough competition."

Her ambition after graduation is to become an assistant supervisor. With only spell power and no spells, she is not suitable for participating in this kind of Smash Bros. competition.

"It was proposed by the Kyoto school, right?" Nanase Masumi flattened Nakahara Chuya's palm, holding a pen to write and draw on it without raising her head.

Zhong Yuanzhong also slept with his head buried in the crook of his right arm, ignoring her little movements and letting her mess around.

In the second grade classroom of Tokyo Curse High School, only the two of them had their desks put together, and the rest of the students were placed in single-person desks with intervals in normal classrooms.

"Shouldn't you be afraid of being beaten by Wutiao two years ago?" There are black pens, blue pens, and red pens between his fingers, and he flips his fingers and moves the position of the pens according to which color he uses.

Hui Yuanxiong rubbed the back of his head, and laughed a few times: "But Senior Gojo and the others may not participate in the competition this year, right?"

Sitting firmly in the strongest position, Gojo Satoru, who can maintain no lower limit 24 hours a day, is already hard to find opponents, and he probably won't participate in competitions like exchange meetings.

In terms of time, he and Xia Youjie should be busy running around to exorcise the curse spirit.

Nanase Zhenchun traced a black and red unknown object full of interest, and said casually: "Then Huiyuan and Qihai will go."

She and Zhongya can't be separated, and they can't participate in the individual competition at all. At best, they can mix in and play during the team competition.

"How about Qihai?" Hui Yuanxiong also knew that they would never be separated, that is to say, they could only rely on them to win the individual competition: "Do you want to call the juniors from the first grade?"

"Yidizhi in the first grade is the same as Tiannei..." Jianren Qihai sighed deeply. They are all non-spelled, and they will decide to become assistant supervisors in the future. "Individual competitions can be at least three games, at most five games, only us Two is simply not enough."

The only new student enrolled this year is Yizhi Jiegao, who can't be used as a fighting force.

Obviously has a foreigner's deep and deep face, but Qihai Jianren always has a world-weary face, has no interest in anything, and generally handles things after completing work.

His responsible attitude will make him very serious about his studies and tasks, and he will try his best to do his best.

Nanase Masumi stopped writing, and tilted her head: "In the individual competition, there are five rounds in total, and if you win three games, it will be judged as an individual victory?"

In this case, even including her and Zhong Yuanzhong, there are only four of them.

Turning her eyes to Riko Tennei, she repeatedly shook her head and refused: "No, no, I don't want to be a concubine!"

Nanase Masumi turned the pen, and said a little distressed: "If I bring a magic tool, the people in the Kyoto school will think it is some kind of amplifier, right?"

But she can't be separated from Zhongyuan Zhongya, which is indeed a problem.

"As long as you win the team competition, you can win two more individual competitions, and you don't have to play the remaining three." Xia Youjie knocked on the door lightly, holding a paper bag full of fruits, vegetables and lettuce in his hand.

"Just play that kind of game casually..." Gojo Satoru came in and lowered his sunglasses: "We are having sukiyaki today, do you want to come?"

"Jie and Gojo, are you all back?" Nanase Zhenchun was a little surprised. She remembered that Xia Youjie left for Hokkaido a few days ago, and Gojo Satoru also had other missions to go to Kyushu.

"I said, are you treating them too differently?"

Wujo Gou was dissatisfied and raised his voice: "I am the one who has been helping you all the time, right? Why is it that Jie is the first name, and me is the surname?"

He couldn't figure out this matter for a long time. He was the one who perfected their identities, and he was also the one who helped them borrow magic tools from the taboo. How come their relationship is not as close as she and Jie in the end.

Nanase Machun paused for taking out her handkerchief, she pondered for a second, and said decisively, "Because Jie is a good person."

In fact, it was because she was used to calling the name of Pan Xing Sect's ancestor Xia Youjie after ten years, and she was a little sensitive to Wujo Satoru, who had become the strongest magician at that time. his name.

And Zhong won't be happy either.

Xia Youjie slapped him and responded with a smile: "I'll be back when the task is completed. If there are not enough people in the exchange meeting, you can count me in."

Gojo Satoru bared his teeth and grinned indignantly: "Treat them differently! It's too much!"

The technique with no lower limit is infinitely selective, and he didn't deliberately use infinite blocking to block his best friend Gojo Satoru, so Xia Youjie's slap was really slapped.

"Seniors, do you want to eat sukiyaki pot?" Wang Huiyuanxiong said happily, "Let's go together, Qihai."

Jianren Qihai whispered depressedly: "Why do you want to eat sukiyaki in the summer of 32 degrees?"

Shouldn't steaming sukiyaki be a winter special?

"I went to Hokkaido a while ago, and the weather there feels that I can eat it at any time, and sukiyaki is also very popular." The black hair is half loose, and only half is combed into a bun, just like the hairstyle ten years later Same.

"So I thought about going back to the college to eat with everyone." Xia Youjie explained with a smile.

It was he who suggested the sukiyaki pot, and Gojo Satoru, who loves to join in the fun, was puzzled: "Jie doesn't eat cold noodles anymore."

"Is it too cold to eat cold noodles in Hokkaido?"

Xia Youjie's veins twitched a few times before he obediently joined the sukiyaki party.

"Does the snow in Hokkaido look good?" Tenuchi Riko was curious and envious. She had never been to Hokkaido, and she hadn't left Tokyo for the first 14 years. It wasn't until No.15 that she got rid of her fate that she was a little free.

"Idiot, it doesn't snow all year round in Hokkaido." Gojo Satoru laughed without hesitation, making Riko Tenuchi blush.

"I know, I just want to test you." She hurriedly said embarrassingly.

Xia Youjie backhanded him with an elbow, and comforted her with a gentle smile: "When it snows in Hokkaido, if Sister Lizi still wants to watch it, I'll take you to watch it."

Riko's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously: "It's done!"

Nanase Zhenchun shook her head. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie got along like this ten years ago?

She wiped off the handwriting she had just drawn for Nakahara Nakaya with a handkerchief: "We have no problem with Sukiyaki, is the old rule in Wujo's dormitory?"

The clean and soft handkerchief was rubbed several times, but the color didn't fade much. Nanase Masumi rubbed it hard with some guilt, but the color still didn't fade.

"Oil-based watercolor pen?" She picked up the pen and turned to the small characters on one side, wondering when she bought the oil-based pen.

And why does this oil-based pen look similar to her water-based watercolor pen?

His eyes flickered in the middle of the Central Plains and the palm of his hand didn't move for a long time, Nanase Zhenchun fell silent.

It's over, this color can't be wiped off.

"Have you wiped it clean?" Zhong Yuanzhong, who woke up at some point, yawned and asked lazily.

He is used to Nanase Machun playing with his hands when he has nothing to do, either trying to turn the flower rope or writing and drawing on it.

But seeing that she cleaned up every day before he woke up, he didn't say anything.

Nanase Zhenchun felt guilty for a while, and hesitated: "Maybe, maybe it will take some time?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused for a stretch, turned his head to see her expression, and raised his eyebrows: "Need some time?"

What masterpiece did she draw on his hand?It takes some time to wipe off.

Zhongyuan Zhong also withdrew his hand and looked at it. It was still an incomprehensible three-color unknown object as always. This girl Zhenchun has no talent for drawing at all, and the drawings she made all morning may not be as good-looking as Alice's children's drawings.

"How long will it take?" Fortunately, she just painted it on the palm of his hand, and it doesn't matter if she doesn't wipe it off for a while.

Nanase Zhenchun pinched his fingertips with both hands, and said pitifully, "One, one week?"

How long does it take for oil-based pens to be wiped clean?She hasn't tried oily pens on skin yet.

"Huh?" Zhongyuan Zhong also looked her up and down suspiciously, and joked: "Are you planning to paint all over my body?"

"No, no..." She shook her head vigorously and gestured carefully: "I just need some small tools."

For example, ask her to go back and check how to wipe off the oil-based pen.

Before Chuya Nakahara could say anything more, Gojo Satoru, who realized that he had succeeded in pranking, laughed decisively: "Hahahahahahaha, you really didn't watch it, so you just drew on it with an oil-based pen?"

The expression on her face froze, she gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "It turns out that you changed my pen!"

Just talk about how her pen could suddenly become an oil-based pen, and the appearance is almost the same as her previous watercolor pen.

Nanase Masumi likes to mess with Nakahara Chuya's little habit. Almost everyone in the second and third grades of the high school knows it, but only Gojo Satoru can do such immoral things like secretly changing other people's pens.