Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Is this the foolproof plan you said earlier?"

The moth Zhengdao slapped the table angrily, and the wooden tabletop let out a loud whine of pain.

However, the target of the anger did not show any remorse, instead, he took out a dessert from the paper bag again very leisurely, and his leisurely look directly doubled the anger of the principal of the college wearing sunglasses.

"Five Enlightenments!"

Ye Mozhengdao couldn't bear to call his wronged student, although he knew that the deal was done now, no matter how much anger he had, it might not make much sense, but if he couldn't impress Gojo Satoru today, he probably needed to go home tomorrow Antihypertensive drugs were prescribed in the consulting room of the nitrate.

Hearing that he was being called by his first and last name, the white-haired young man wearing a blindfold finally restrained his indifferent attitude a little bit, and was barely serious.

"Yeah, what's the problem, isn't it simple but effective."

Gojo Satoru changed into a more comfortable position, leaned on the sofa, and casually took a bottle of original flavor in sky blue packaging from the student sitting next to him, drinking wave soda like an emotionless soda-drinking robot soda.

"You still have the nerve to ask any questions. If Leyan Temple hadn't come to me in person, I wouldn't even know what you were doing!"

The anger of Noctua Masato suddenly came up. He was very tempered when he was young. He educated the students of Wujou's generation who would learn to teach. Now that he is the principal, although he is much more tactful in dealing with things. It was still difficult for Gojo Satoru to suppress his anger when he was doing things, not to mention that the white-haired young man did such outrageous things.

God knows what a shock it was for Ye Mo Zhengdao to suddenly see Leyan Temple Jiashen coming to visit in person from Kyoto. At that time, he almost thought that there was a big crisis in the Curse Association. Do not start from scratch.

Although the actual situation is not much different, Gojo Satoru, who has a natural enemy like Graugramman standing at the door of the curse association's taboo library and threatens to eliminate all the magic tools inside, is very important to the senior management of the magic circle. Definitely a disaster.

"If you don't agree with your request, let Graugramman use spells to submerge the taboo library of the spell association. It's your exact words." Ye Mozhengdao's current tone is still calm because he vented just now. , but everyone could see that he was suppressing his anger.

"Ah, that's right, I said it." The white-haired young man replied with a smile, as if he didn't want to refute the question of Noctuma Zhengdao.

This is indeed the case in Gojo Satoru's heart. The six-eyed god son is a reckless person who is only reluctant to settle down for the fetters of the world.Gojo Satoru just wanted to laugh when he saw those old people with high self-esteem showing all sorts of strange and ugly appearances in front of him and his students just because they were threatened to destroy the priceless magic tools.

Although it may make Ao Juzi more afraid of Grau Graman's spells, those old guys who have a bit of brains will not fight against a powerful magician of Grau Graman's level. If something goes wrong, Glaugram's strength should be enough to deal with it.

The white-haired young man pressed down his white fingers in a good mood, and the bottle opener made a dull sound, and he skillfully opened the wave soda.

No lower limit is very useful in this situation. The erupted soda didn't splash on Gojo Satoru at all, allowing him to drink soda with ease, which inevitably made Graugramman next to him look a little greedy, and also I imitated the youth's casual movements and opened a bottle, but I didn't expect a lot of grape soda to be sprayed out, which made the little lion feel so distressed that even his hair drooped in disappointment.

"And you, Graugramman!"

Ye Mo Zhengdao saw that one big and one small were about to have a tea party in his office, thinking that he and Wujou had been fighting wits and courage for so many years without success, so he decided to educate those who hadn't been turned into thorns first Grau Graman.

The little lion who was addicted to the soda and snacks purchased by his teacher at the expense of being named suddenly looked a little confused and tilted his head in doubt.

"Will Principal Night Moth also want a bottle?"

Seeing the man staring at him intently, Graugramman just thought it was Noctua Moth and wanted to share with them. He was very happy to promote his favorite drink with the principal.

"There are beautiful glass marbles inside!"

The young man holding the green glass bottle was extremely enthusiastic, completely unaware of the one-sided anxious atmosphere between the two adults, and excitedly ran forward with a soda.

Being interrupted by him in such an unconventional way, Ye Mozhengdao also forgot what was on his lips, and his blood pressure unknowingly dropped a little, so he took it for some reason, but as soon as the soda was in his hand, the icy cold The touch makes the man react.

"Don't interrupt, Grau, why didn't you report the completion of the mission with Maki?"

Thinking that this silly boy was probably coaxed by Gojo Wutiao again, Ye Mo Zhengdao drank a sip of iced soda, managed to calm down his emotions, and planned to start with small mistakes first.

"Because I met Wujo teacher on the way." Graugram replied briskly, obviously not clear what he and Wujo Satoru had done before.

Looking at Graugramman's ignorant eyes, Noctuma's righteous words stuck in his throat, and he could only stare at his white-haired student again.

At this moment, he and Zenyuan Maki reached a consensus, that is to keep the little lion away from the white-haired teacher. One of these two causes troubles consciously, and the other causes troubles unconsciously.

He took a deep breath and decided to use the strongest weapon against the little lion.

"Glau, do you know how valuable the spells in the taboo library are?" Noctuid said earnestly, "If you remove all their spell power, you will probably have to work for the Curse Association for 100 years."

Seeing Grau Graman's expression become serious, Noctua Moth pursued the victory and added: "You will no longer be able to buy soft drinks and rough snacks, and you will be oppressed by debt every day."

"But don't worry so much, the Curse Association won't trouble you this time, just pay attention next time." Seeing that his student was about to fade, Ye Mozhengdao accepted it as soon as it was good, and comforted him.

The education session for Grau Graman can be called a quick battle. The battle between Noctua Masato and Gojo Satoru did not end so quickly. Grau Graman ate three extra-large bags of potato chips at the side before the two ended.

I don't know what the result will be. Anyway, when Wujo led Graugramman out of the office, the action of the principal wearing sunglasses piercing the white felt doll was full of personal grievances, and the expression of the white-haired youth Still relaxed, with "Dare to do it next time" written all over it.

Seeing that his usual heartless student was still deep in thought and preoccupied, Gojo Satoru couldn't help but express his concern out of the little morality left as a teacher.

"What's the matter, Grau, are you thinking about the old Tangerines?" Gojo Satoru carelessly stroked the graying hair of the little lion. The gray at the end of the hair was a bit unpleasant no matter how he looked at it, but he still liked Ge Lao Graman looked overjoyed, "Those old guys are just paper tigers. If there is a teacher, there will be no problem with everyone!"

"I'm a little bit worried, but because Teacher Wutiao is by my side, it's gone now!" The little lion, which had turned orange again, happily rubbed the white-haired young man's hand, saying what he just said The result of thinking, "Just now I was wondering if I really owed so much money, can I provide sand bath services to those uncles, aunts and grandparents to pay off the debt?"

The little lion blinked and explained the source of his thinking: "After all, Mr. Wutiao said before that they liked it very much."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud. The whimsical ideas in his student's mind were always beyond his expectations.

This kind of straight-forward intuition-type child is unexpectedly good-looking. It is no wonder that Graugramman is very popular in the school. Cooperate with the child in the task.

"Teacher supports your idea very much," the white-haired teacher said in a persuasive tone like a model teacher in a TV series, remembering unreliable words, but it seemed to be making an unknown promise, "Anyway Teacher, I am the strongest, and I will never let my students get into any difficult situation."

"That's why you should change your mind, Auntie. Your supernatural powers are highly anticipated by famous detectives. Don't let Ranpo-sama be so disappointed."

Edogawa Ranpo smiled at the new member Atsushi Nakajima, although his tone was still not serious, but the narrowed eyes of the young detective looked a little threatening to Atsushi Nakajima.

The white-haired boy had an instant vision of a green-eyed demon wagging his tail at him, and was immediately frightened by his fantasy, shrank his neck, and a drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Ever since he was sent to the Armed Detective Agency by Brother Li Chuan, life has changed, which is not bad, but he always feels that there is something strange.

Naturally, there are many benefits. The first-class happy event is how the president here persuaded the dean. Now he just needs to go back on weekends. The psychological pressure of Atsushi Nakajima has been reduced a lot.

The colleagues here are also very good people. Atsushi Nakajima, who is kind-hearted by nature, integrates quickly, and the only bad thing is right in front of his eyes.

That is Edogawa Ranpo who has been entangled with him since he saw through his supernatural powers. Atsushi Nakajima admired the reasoning of this famous detective, and even thought of Edogawa Ranpo as an idol at first, although after getting along This filter is shattered into slag.

What bothers him the most is that Edogawa Ranpo is always obsessed with turning him into a tiger, but even with the blessing of Fukuzawa Yukichi's supernatural ability "human beings do not create", he is temporarily unable to skillfully use the supernatural ability He didn't dare to use his own abilities at all, or he was a little afraid to use his own abilities.

"Well, if that's the case..." Atsushi Nakajima replied hesitantly, already shouting in his heart that I really can't do it.

"That's right, but the president has told me that I have to urge you to practice supernatural powers." Edogawa propped his chin in disorder, squinted his eyes and looked at the trembling white-haired boy with a brighter smile.

"Mr. Ranpo, please, I still can't do it, woo woo woo."

When Atsushi Nakajima thought of Fukuzawa Yukichi's black face, he was physically shocked, and he was so panicked that he didn't even have time to think about the fact that the president of the Armed Detective Agency was watching himself, a person with high-risk abilities, practicing abilities. The task is given to the rationality of Edogawa Ranpo, who can be said to be powerless.

The little tiger mustered up his courage several times, but when he wanted to try using supernatural powers, he stopped abruptly at the door, so he had to cry and try to get away from Edogawa Ranpo, who seemed easy to talk.

"Well...in that case," Edogawa Ranpo made a pensive expression, as if thinking about how to make a concession.

The detective puffed up his cheeks, picked and picked with his fingers over a pile of cakes, and finally stopped on a piece of strawberry mousse cake that was a bit squished.

Edogawa Ranpo fell silent again, his fingers froze in mid-air, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn, which made Atsushi Nakajima break out in cold sweat even more.

After a while, the black-haired young man said with a sad face, as if he had made an extremely difficult decision, "Go and help me give this to that childish ghost who is still sleeping in."

"Hey, who is the childish ghost?" Atsushi Nakajima asked blankly while holding the strawberry mousse cake.

"It's that kid with yin and yang hair. Aunt knows where the staff dormitory of the detective agency is. Anyway, just send it there. Edogawa waved his hand randomly, signaling him to go directly.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was always being fooled by the detective for various reasons, didn't think too much about it. Even if the request was a bit inexplicable, he just thought it was because he didn't understand the detective's whimsy, so he was ready to set off without asking any questions. .

Because he also lived in the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency on weekdays, Atsushi Nakajima recognized the road with ease, and found the location in a short while.

"Ah, this is it." The white-haired boy said to himself, hesitating when he wanted to knock on the door.

He is really not familiar with the child named Yumeno Hisaku, but he is much more familiar with the child's guardian, because he feels that the ghost fire spirit and Kurikawa Soryu have similar temperaments, and their relationship is good.

As for Yumeno Kusaku, Atsushi Nakajima only heard that the youngest child of the detective agency had the same dangerous and uncontrollable supernatural powers as him when Kunikida Doppo gave him an example, so he felt a little sympathetic to each other Feeling, but because I'm new here, I don't know much about it.

Atsushi Nakajima patted his chest, calmed down, and stepped forward to knock on the door. The cake was protected by one hand on his chest, except for the squeeze that Edogawa Ranpo received before it was handed to him. suffer any other collision on the road.

But before the people inside could answer the door, the door was easily pushed open when his hand touched the door. Only then did Atsushi Nakajima realize that the door of this dormitory was always ajar.

This is somewhat strange, Yokohama is not a place with good law and order, unless it is an extremely remote countryside, otherwise it is unthinkable to close the house at night.

"anyone there?"

Atsushi Nakajima asked cautiously into the door with a gap open, through which he could only see the dim entrance.

There was no answer in the room, and it was so quiet that Atsushi Nakajima could even hear his own heartbeat.

Could it be that Yumeno-kun is in such a hurry that he even forgot to close the door?Atsushi Nakajima thought of this, but couldn't help thinking of other things in his mind, his face turned pale suddenly, and thin cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The gust of wind coming from the depths of the corridor caused the door to open a little more by itself, and the door shaft made a piercing scream when it rubbed against each other, making it even more eerie at night.

The scenes in the horror movie appeared in front of Atsushi Nakajima one by one, making the little tiger tremble with fright.

"Um, I, I'm coming in..."

The white-haired boy whispered in a trembling voice, no matter whether the people inside could hear it or not, and no matter whether there was anyone inside, he just rushed in without doing anything.

Atsushi Nakajima heaved a sigh of relief until the gloomy cold wind outside was shut out, but he didn't think the inside would be even more gloomy.

The lights in the entire room were not turned on, and Atsushi Nakajima could only see the furnishings in the house thanks to the good night vision ability brought by his superhuman ability.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of water coming from somewhere, and this time he noticed that the light in the bathroom seemed to be on, but it was blocked by the door, and only a little dim yellow light leaked out.

"Is anyone there? Is there anyone in there?"

Atsushi Nakajima asked again, but his voice was much trembling than before.

The white-haired boy tightly clenched the fabric of his collar, his hands couldn't help feeling a little sticky, and the boy who became less courageous in the dark trembled a little.

There must be something in the bathroom, but even with Tiger's sense of smell, he could only smell lemon and toilet cleaner from inside.

A female ghost in red, a wet floating corpse, and a series of classic images of water-related horror movies flashed before his eyes. Atsushi Nakajima patted his face hard to stop him from thinking wildly.

This seemed to have some effect, his cheeks were not as pale as before, and a little bloody, but he didn't know whether it was because he was not so scared, or because he slapped him too hard.

Finally, there was a response in the bathroom. Someone made a low laugh from inside, as well as the sound of water being stirred.

"when--"

It seemed that some metal product fell heavily on the ground and collided with the tiles.

"Hey, people inside, are you okay?"

Atsushi Nakajima faintly felt that something was wrong, knocked on the bathroom door a few times, and asked carefully, fearing that the people inside would not hear, he raised his voice and said it again.

But there was still no response from inside, but the laughter seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

"Are you all right!"

Atsushi Nakajima really felt that something was wrong, he quickly hit the bathroom door with his body and shouted loudly.

Fortunately, the door of the bathroom was not very strong. With great strength, he knocked it open in a few strokes, and a small bathroom appeared in front of him.

The sight in the bathroom made Atsushi Nakajima's heart skip a beat.

The young boy knelt beside the bathtub filled with water, his pale cheek resting on the edge of the bathtub in an awkward position.

One of his hands was drooping limply by his side, not far from the naturally curled fingertips was the blade of a sharp utility knife, which was still stained with some dark red liquid, while the boy's other arm stretched out. After getting into the bathtub, I idly turned to sleep, as if I was just a child who was bored playing with water at home.

But the red color that was rippling in that tank of warm water proved that it was an illusion that all this seemed to be just a picture that would make parents feel dizzy.

When the boy with black and white hair saw him coming in, he immediately turned his head and smiled innocently.

But Atsushi Nakajima could clearly feel a kind of darkness that he had never touched before, like the black mud at the bottom of a dark pond, mixed with malice and surging towards him like a tidal wave of pain, the little tiger couldn't help but backed away two step.

"It's really disappointing. Someone will come. Big brother didn't tell me about it."

Atsushi Nakajima heard the boy's tone of voice, and seemed to think that such a thing was very common.

The blade that was thrown aside was picked up by the boy again, Nakajima Atsushi watched helplessly as the kid named Yumeno Hisaku was about to slash his wrist with the blade again.

He couldn't bear it anymore, the kindness in his heart made Atsushi Nakajima absolutely impossible to sit idly by, even though he was terribly afraid of the boy's smile just now, he still bravely stopped him.

"Hey, don't do that again! It's dangerous!"

Atsushi Nakajima rushed up in a hurry, because he stepped on the water on the tiles and lost his center of gravity, and fell forward, but even so, he stretched out his hand hard, even grabbed the blade with his bare hands, and finally rushed He took the blade away before Yumeno Hisaku scratched his wrist again.

The boy with strange pupils was stunned for a moment, but all this was well covered up by Yumeno Hisaku. When Atsushi Nakajima raised his head, he didn't see anything strange about the boy just now.

"Are you pitying me because I'm a child? Is it really as good as doing this for someone you don't know well?"

When Atsushi Nakajima looked up he heard the boy's voice asking above his head.

The boy with rare black and white hair lowered his head slightly, and his drooping bangs just blocked the boy's eyes with peculiar pupils, so Atsushi Nakajima couldn't see Kusaku Yumeno's expression, he could only feel that his tone was so calm that it was weird To such an extent that it makes people feel chills in the back.

"In order to save a mediocre or even not very good colleague, are you really going to hurt yourself and sacrifice yourself for others?" He heard the boy ask again, but for some unknown reason, there were some distortions and inflections in his tone, as if A rush of questioning and questioning.

Atsushi Nakajima threw the blade aside, heaved a sigh of relief, and began to answer, the scene was so thrilling that he didn't even realize that there was a very familiar sweet and sour smell on the blade.

"Of course, even if Yumeno-kun is a stranger, I will do the same. After all, seeing someone doing this kind of thing in front of me, how many people can be truly indifferent? Although I don't like to be nosy, but That's too cold-blooded."

Atsushi Nakajima hid his injured hand behind his back, showed a cheerful smile, and blocked Yumeno Hisakuku's view of the blade with his body as he spoke.

"is it?"

The boy with dangerous superpowers smiled again, slowly took out another blade from his pocket, put it on his neck, tilted his head cutely, and opened his lips like a poisonous snake: "Big Brother, I still have some here."

Seeing the white-haired boy wanting to repeat his old tricks, Yumeno Hisaku immediately changed his face and angrily shouted: "Don't come here!"

Just as Atsushi Nakajima wanted to take the blade away again, he was stopped.

Thanks to the "Moonbeast", his self-healing ability is terrifyingly powerful. The scratched place just now has completely healed, and in a few minutes, there will probably be no trace left.

He heard the boy on the opposite side talk about his superpower: "My supernatural power 'Brain Hell' can make those who hurt me cursed and fall into terrible hallucinations, so that they start to attack others indiscriminately."

"Big brother doesn't want the person he cares about to be killed by his own accident."

Yumeno Hisaku watched with satisfaction as Atsushi Nakajima's face became serious. The young boy who had just joined the club seemed to think of something terrible through his words, and his face turned pale, which was in Yumeno Hisaku's favor.

Sure enough, I am more comfortable playing the villain, Yumeno Kusaku thought, next time I will also be asked to play the villain in the re-entry test, and I can bully the newcomers openly.

"Even so, I can't just watch you die!"

The white-haired boy who was silent just now, with his even more disheveled bangs, seemed to have suddenly awakened some small universe. There must have been a faint red mark left by Yumeno Hisaku's neck injury.

The activation condition of Yumeno Hisaku's ability was triggered, and a black palm print immediately appeared on Atsushi Nakajima's chin.