God is still on the way to recovery

In the morning, Uramo was woken up by the noisy noise downstairs, rubbed his eyes in a daze and went downstairs, and saw in the kitchen, a red-haired girl wearing an apron, who was not used to shaking the pan, and the fried eggs in the pan were overturned The bottom of the noodles was burnt, as if it blended with the dark bottom of the pot.

Uramo was fortunate to witness the scene of Anna's drug production in the Department of Pharmacology.

Seeing her adopted son Wuyan standing behind her, Anna scratched the back of her head a little irritably, her red hair curled up, and said unhappily, "I think this bastard has something against me."

Otherwise, what could be cooked in two or three minutes by Mao Mao, but three pieces were burnt in her hand?

I have a hunch that if this continues, the irascible old lady will take out the wooden box and aim at the eggs in the pot. Mao Mao stepped forward, squeezed the lady away from the side, and took the spatula in his hand: "Leave the eggs alone, it Has its dignity."

Throwing the burnt fried eggs into the trash can, quickly washing the pot and starting the stove, Mu Mao suggested: "You can watch TV, it will be fine in a while."

Anna swung her long legs and took the milk from the refrigerator, drinking it with her head raised, while walking to the living room and turning on the TV.

The morning news broadcast the weather, informing that a small explosion occurred in the hot-door business district in Tokyo last night, and it was suspected of a gas leak.

Anna looked at it for a while, and the delicious bacon omelette, toast, and strawberry jam were placed in front of her, and the mother and child used the morning news for dinner. At the end, Anna said: "I will return to Yokohama early in two days. Mr. Zhongyuan has urgent matters. convene."

"Well, be careful all the way." Uramo has met this young cadre, mainly, when Anna took him to live in Yokohama when he was a child, a member of the organization named Oda Saku often took care of him and some children, Oda and Dazai Osamu is a friend, and Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya are also known as double blacks, and they used to be partners.

Putting away the dinner plate, Anna said: "You can pack it up for the next two days, and see what necessities you need to bring. I will send you some money, and you can buy daily necessities directly in Tokyo. You will save a lot of things, and it will be heavy to carry. "

"Huh?" Yumao looked at her blankly.

"About going to Tokyo," Anna narrowed her eyes, pouring milk for herself, "I promised that Gojo-sensei."

"Thank you!" Momo smiled happily.

"If you want to go, go, the big city is great, there are many handsome men and beautiful women." Joking with her children, Anna smiled, "There are suitable girls there, and we can hang out together. My Mao is so cute, she must be very popular."

"Gloomy otaku" Mo Mao thought, is this really describing him?

Life in Shionaka was as peaceful as ever, but after that night, Anadaru became very enthusiastic, and often circled around Uramo, who chatted with each other naturally, and the two seemed to be not on the same channel at all.

On the second day after Anna left for Yokohama, Urashige was called to the office by the head teacher and informed that the day school procedures had been completed.

One standing in the office, and a man in a suit.

The other party combed his hair back, and when he saw Ushio, he bowed ninety degrees very politely, and said: "Mr. Uramo, I have received a notice from Mr. Gojo that I will help you with the day-to-study procedures. I will drive you to Tokyo tomorrow morning." .”

"So suddenly?" Uramo asked curiously, "Where is Mr. Gojo?"

"Mr. Gojo's business trip abroad is a very urgent matter, and he can't get away for the time being, so he entrusts me to help him complete it." The man bowed again, "I will be waiting at your door on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Mu Mao nodded, thinking that people in big cities are really different, and they don't do things sloppy at all. He thought it would take a week just to find a suitable pre-examination training class.

"Mao-jun, I don't have to go to class today, go home early and pack your things, and say goodbye to your family." The head teacher is a chubby and kind lady, and she reminds the students with a smile, "Remember to write to your classmates when you go to Tokyo. .”

"Good teacher!" Uramo bowed deeply, thanking the other party for taking care of him over the past two years.

The person in charge of the school transfer, the contact person of the High School of Conjuration, watched the kind teacher and the boy chat enthusiastically, frowned, then turned sideways to take out the phone, and secretly glanced at the task content on it.

Evil exists or something...

His eyes swept over the boy with slightly long hair, but he always answered the teacher's questions very gently and patiently. The man in the suit was powerless to look up at the sky.

Please, can those higher-ups stop looking for such a wicked thing at first glance, if Gojo Satoru finds out, he can beat him to the point of being paralyzed!Even if there is an inversion magician who belongs to Miss Glass, it can be cured, but life and death are just as painful!

Saying goodbye to the teacher, Mao Mao packed his schoolbag and returned to his home in Yanzhen.

After digging out the suitcase, Urashige tidied it up a bit, called logistics delivery for books and notes, and there were clothes, game consoles, and laptops in the suitcase.

Suddenly the doorbell on the first floor rang, and Uramo went downstairs with a half-signed backpack. On the access control monitor, he saw Shigeo Kageyama, Ritsu Kageyama, and Ryu Anada standing outside the door.

"Mao ah ah—"

As soon as the door was opened, An Tianliu was a hungry tiger, hugged the person's arm and began to cry, "You just abandoned me just like that, woo woo woo—"

"Huh?" Sudden accusation, he was stunned by the scumbag Matsuo, and touched the girl's hair helplessly, "I just went to Tokyo, not gone forever, my home is still here, I will be back during the holidays .”

"But, but..." An Tianliu was unable to say the following words.

Ritsu Kageyama watched the two interact with each other, and suddenly understood Antian's sadness.

Uramo is very dull, if he doesn't speak clearly, he will never feel this kind of heart.

However, he is very kind and kind to persuade others to relax their minds... Isn't this asking others to let go in disguise?Should I say extremely gentle or extremely fickle?

Kageyama Shigeo opened his mouth, and after a while, he choked out a sentence: "Then I'll wait for you to come back from vacation, Shigeru, and I can go to you when I apply for the Tokyo exam."

"Okay, Shigeru." Uramo smiled, the dimples at the corners of his mouth were shallow.

Yingshan law supports the forehead.

Well, his brother is also half a catty, not much better.

"Mao-kun, after you go to Tokyo, remember to contact us often. Brother, he cherishes you very much, and what he says is true, so don't forget him." Ritsu Kageyama had no choice but to assist in person.

Kageyama Shigeo kept nodding his head, only to say "Me too".

"Yeah, you have my mobile phone number, you can call me anytime in the future." Mao Mao responded.

Childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart, this is one of the purest feelings in the world.

After seeing off the three of them, Mao Mao went upstairs and found two group photos, one was a photo of himself and Anna when he entered high school, and the other was a photo of himself, Shigeru, and Ritsu in elementary school, wearing a net bag and a sun hat , a group photo of catching unicorns as specimens in the mountains.

Carefully sandwiching the two photos into the novel, and then putting the book into the backpack, Matsuo let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his heart calm down.

Sitting on the bed, looking at everything in one room, Momo said to the place where he had lived for more than ten years: "I want to say goodbye."

The next day, there was a class at school, and Kageyama and the others didn't come. Matsuo was carrying a bag and dragging a suitcase. Three minutes before nine o'clock, a black car drove slowly and stopped at the door.

Mr. Yamada, that is, the man in the suit who helped with the school transfer procedures yesterday, parked the car and opened the door, and very familiarly helped Shigeru put the luggage into the trunk.

"Please." Yamada opened the door of the back seat and invited Urashige to take a seat.

This is a commercial vehicle with a luxurious interior. In order to take care of the privacy of passengers, a dark curtain and a wine counter are set up in the rear, which can be said to be a very thoughtful service.

However, Mao Mao looked at the small space separated by himself, hesitantly: "Mr. Yamada, can I take the co-pilot?"

"Oh? Is there something you're not used to?" Yamada wondered.

"I don't like to be alone in a small and dark environment..." Uramo said implicitly, "so I'll just be the co-pilot."

"That's it." Yamada didn't care about these little habits, and opened the passenger door for the other party very considerately.

"Fasten your seat belt." As a reminder before departure, Yamada started the car, and then fiddled with the pendant on the rearview mirror.

Many drivers have the habit of hanging things on the rearview mirror, and Urashige didn't care. He opened the window slightly and watched the moving scenery outside.

Suddenly, the cell phone rang, and it was from Shigeo Kageyama, asking if he had set off.

"Let's go, Mao Fu, listen carefully to the class :)"

After a short reply, Miao Mao suddenly yelled, sank into the leather seat, and stretched slowly.

"Are you sleepy? You can sleep for a while, maybe you will arrive when you wake up." Yamada suggested.

"Hmm..." Uramo nodded, "Go slowly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep.

Yamada hit the brakes.

"Makumo-san?" Yamada asked.

The latter breathes evenly, and the person has fallen asleep.

Yamada raised his hand, and fiddled with the pendant of the rearview mirror, it was a small charm.

"Sleep, but don't wake up."

Yamada whispered, stepped on the accelerator again, and the car rushed out quickly, heading steadily in the other direction.

Yumao slept very restlessly.

It's like someone knocked some acupuncture point on the back of the head forcefully, forcing him into a coma. Even if he wakes up, he doesn't feel refreshed and relaxed after a sound sleep, but his whole body is heavy and tired.

He vaguely dreamed that he was locked in a narrow space, and he couldn't get out no matter how hard he bumped left and right.

At the end of the dream, he lifted the cover in front of him with both hands, allowing the dazzling sunlight to shine on his body.

Miao Mao slowly opened his eyes, and the ancient city wall outside the window came into view. Not far away, there was a bustling street scene. Across a street, it seemed that a thousand years had passed in between.

"Are there still so many ancient ruins in Tokyo?" Mumo murmured after stretching.

In his impression, Tokyo should be a place where every inch of land is expensive, with business districts everywhere, and every inch of land will be fully developed and utilized.

"You're awake." Yamada wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, glanced at the time on the car's electronic clock, feeling apprehensive.

The sleeping effect attached to the spell can make an elephant sleep for ten consecutive days.

The one in front of him only slept for a few hours.

"Where... is this place?" After observing the road signs continuously, Uramo finally became suspicious.

At this time, the car quickly turned into a secluded corner, and finally came to a quiet row and style building.

Urashige saw the words on the nameplate [Kyoto Prefectural Higher School of Curse Arts].

It's Kyoto, not Tokyo.

"Mr. Shigeru, the high-level officials have decided to allow you to study at Kyoto Academy."

Yamada calmly explained, and at that time, a bald old man slowly walked out of the front door. The old man's long eyebrows and beards were all white, and there were rings hanging on his thick earlobes. It was a strange combination of retro and trendy styles in himself.

"I am the principal of the Kyoto Prefectural Higher School of Curse Arts, Rakuganji Kashinobu." The old man said, with a pair of cloudy eyes and sharp eyes, lingering on Mao Mao.

"Come in, I will explain everything you want to know."

Listening to the other party's words, Mao Mao slowly realized a truth: he was abducted.

The thick and dark routine of the people in the city actually started on him on the first day he entered the city.

The unknown existence, the suspected god, stood there without moving, thinking about the divine life for a while.

At this moment, Yamada graciously took out the other party's luggage from the trunk, and suddenly met the boy's silent gaze. The man in the suit suddenly had a lot of complicated emotions in his heart. , and finally turned into a sharp cry, which almost split the brain on the spot in the early spring of January.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Yamada slowly covered his head, and whispered nervously, "I have to do this, my mother is in the hospital, I can't lose this job..."

mom...

Yamada finally murmured: "Please forgive me..."

Uramo retracted his gaze and looked at the old man ahead.

Yamada was still in a daze, and stood there blankly, his eyes were empty.

In this way, Momo Wuyan and Leyansi Jiashen entered the school.