The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

【"It's so strange that you are doing math problems here despite wearing a painter's clothes."

"Don't say that, my mom is a cook, but that doesn't stop her from growing baby tomatoes in the yard."

"But, this, this is simply too strange. You, you are obviously a painter, and I have even seen your paintings. Your paintings are so beautiful, and the combination of geometry and color is simply amazing."

"You're a believer, but you also sing well, don't you? The two don't conflict."

"No, I still think it's too strange."

"Don't think about it, Satome. My love of doing math doesn't conflict with my being a painter. In fact, if I didn't like math, I wouldn't be able to paint like that. You don't know, every time I paint , My mind is filled with auxiliary lines in math textbooks."

The girl said, the expression on her face was full of boredom.

Her name is Yu Gong, and she is a painter.

After Sadumo finished his singing, he discovered that the painter was actually doing math problems in the church.Incredible, simply incredible.

As a devout believer, everyone in Sadu Mobi knows that a person's destiny is determined at birth.Amamiya is the painter that the gods think, so she is a painter, and there is no way she is a mathematician.If she is more careful, she may not even be able to do math problems at all!

But what did the painter just say?She said, if it wasn't for mathematics, she would never have been able to complete those amazing paintings!

Simply incredible!This is what Satumore has never seen before!

Seeing Shadumo's strange appearance, the painter named Amamiya felt dissatisfied.

"You don't need to be so surprised, after all, you and I are in the same situation."

Sadumo couldn't help but widen his eyes, and immediately retorted: "No, I don't! I treat the gods as my identity, and I am the most devout believer."

"Of course I know, that's what they all say, Satome, the most devout believer, no one can stop you from coming to church to pray, no one can sing more devout hymns than you. In fact, every When you sing here, I will come here to do the questions."

"You like singing more than anyone else, and no one can disturb your mood when singing. It is precisely because of this that I came here." Yu Gong said.

"Shadumo, you like to sing, you like it very much. And this does not conflict with your pious Christian status at all."]

……

"So, is Chuya the leader of the sheep now?" Qingque said.

Zhong Ye was still a little awkward, "No, I'm not a leader. I just have an advantage, not a leader."

Xingyou and Shirase don't recognize it.

"You don't have to be shy, you protect everyone. If it weren't for Zhongye, the sheep would not have the current life. Therefore, the position of leader should be handed over to Zhongye!" Xingyou said.

Zhong also blushed a lot.

"Oh, it's really gratifying." Qingque sighed, "Chuya is really my proudest student."

"Old, teacher!"

"Okay, okay, it's okay to stop teasing." Qingque said with a smile.

It is late summer now, and as time goes by, one month before the end of summer, Zhongye is surrounded by his little friends from Yangnei as the leader.

It is also true that the title of Zhongya in Rabo Street has changed from "the child of the sheep who can control gravity" to "the king of sheep".

Hearing this nickname at first, Qing Que was a little funny. The flower grower's immediate reaction was to roast a leg of lamb or a whole lamb, and then realized that this refers to the leader of the sheep.

Of course, the shy boy didn't really want to accept this title.

"Am I really capable of taking on the responsibility of the leader? All I have is an advantage, and I do my best to protect everyone. I don't even know what the leader represents..."

Feeling confused, the teenager subconsciously turned to his teacher for help.However, the teacher did not tell him the answer directly.

"Since everyone has recommended Chuya to be the leader, there must be something in Chuya that convinces everyone other than the supernatural power. What the leader itself represents will have different meanings because of Chuya's different mood. "

"So, for the time being, I have no way to tell Zhongya the answer to this question. Tell Zhongya the definition of the leader directly, and what Zhongya can know is only the superficial explanation in writing."

"So, I hope that Zhongye can do something with due diligence, and come to ask me after you have some insights."

The young man seems to understand but does not understand, but he still does what the teacher said, do his best and do his best with due diligence.

As for Mr. Yamadori's new work, as the plot progresses, readers finally understand the title of the teacher.

"My Ideal" is exactly the ideal of Sadumo and Amamiya.

Sadumo is a believer, but loves to sing, so she looks forward to singing during prayer more than anyone else, and devotes herself more than anyone else. Therefore, no one can sing more devout songs than her.

Amamiya is a painter, but she loves mathematics, so she expresses her love of mathematics in her paintings, and implicitly tells the world what she really wants. Therefore, her paintings can shock the world.

They want to do what they really love, which is their ideal.

"Teacher's words, as always, yearn for light." Shimamura said with emotion.

However, Takagi had his own thoughts, "Why do I feel that the next thing is very wrong?"

Nakamura looked suspicious, "What do you think?"

"Think about it, what happened to the teacher's first book, the old lady!" Takagi said.

It's okay not to mention it, but when Nakamura was mentioned, I remembered it, "Old lady, she's dead."

"Where are Mok-Eri and Ichijun from the second book?"

"Well, they separated."

Takagi closed the newspaper and grabbed Nakamura's arm, "Doesn't that explain anything! Teacher, you are the one who can put a knife into our mouths with gentle strokes!"

Shimamura also suddenly came to his senses, "Damn it, what you said makes sense!"

"So, will Sadumo and Amamiya die?" Nakamura said in a daze.

"...Ah, it should be, no way. Amamiya and Satomo are the protagonists." Shimamura said with a little hesitation.

"...Who knows, Yamadori-sensei is someone who can handle even a gentle old lady."

The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw the frightened self in their eyes.

"Teacher Yamadori, be merciful!"

Their cries largely represent the voices of many readers in Yokohama.

No matter how gentle Mr. Yamadori's words are, it cannot conceal that Mr. Yamadori is a person who likes to throw knives.What's more, in the first part of "My Ideal", the teacher spent a lot of thought on various details to pave the way for the background of the work.

The two girls are deeply attracted by their love for each other's ideals. While lamenting their beautiful and sincere friendship, it always makes people feel the creepy feeling that the rain is about to come.

And the teacher Yamaniao Qingque, whom the readers prayed frantically, was entangled by a certain white-haired boy.

"Wu, the clothes are wet, if you don't change them in time, you will catch a cold." Qing Que said.

The tall boy was slender, like a big cat.But now this big cat is trying to stuff its strong body into Qingque's arms, wishing it could curl up.

Both hands tightly hugged Qingque's waist, and the rain on the clothes even stained Qingque's clothes and the tatami in the bedroom with dark water stains.

Gojo Satoru was silent, with his face buried in her arms, unable to see his expression clearly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingque sighed.

Rubbed his white hair.

"Want some biscuits? You might feel better with some biscuits," she said.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, and finally, finally, a muffled sound came out from her arms.

"Almost, just a little bit, I'll kill someone."

Qingque was slightly surprised, and then asked: "So, Wu didn't really kill people, did he? Since he didn't make any unforgivable mistakes, Wu is still a good boy."

"...Don't you just ask what happened?"

"However, Wu has already told me the answer, hasn't he? As long as I know that Wu has not done anything irreversible, that's enough. Wu is still the same Wu, he is still a good boy, and this point will not change. .” Qingque laughed.

Gojo Satoru looked up.

Because of touching her, the Six Eyes and No Lower Limit were all invalidated, and the mantra circulating in the body was also gone.Under her touch, Gojo Satoru seemed to be a completely ordinary person, no longer the son of God enshrined by the Gojo family.

"There are two girls. One is Nanako and the other is Mimiko." Gojo Satoru said.

He told Qingque in detail what he encountered during this mission.

During this period, Qing Que didn't say a word, just looked at the boy with a gentle smile and rubbed his head from time to time.

"So, just a little bit, I used the spell on them."

At that time, the carpenter in his hand had been completed, and he only needed to lift his hand lightly, and these ugly people could be wiped out.

But at last he stopped.

He remembered the words of the black-haired girl.

They are all ordinary people.As an ordinary person, he just has a specialty that other ordinary people do not have, and he completes his work with due diligence.

As an ordinary person, there must be weaknesses, and there will be times when you will be hurt.

Mantras come from the negative emotions of human beings, so there is no need to speculate on their thoughts.But human beings are different. Human beings have their own emotions and will act differently because of their own emotions and desires.

Therefore, at this moment, Gojo Satoru finally understood what the girl's words that day represented.

Gojo Satoru is a human being, not a god.Gojo Satoru will be hurt, because Gojo Satoru is an ordinary person.Anyone can be hurt, it has nothing to do with who the person is.

Only the gods will not be affected by humans.

Gojo Satoru finally took the two little girls to the high school.

After setting up the two little girls, Gojo Satoru came to Yokohama and found Qingque.

The Son of God who was enshrined in the past finally stepped down from the altar, but the price caused him pain.

"Wu, thank you for your hard work."

He heard the girl say that.

After a long time, Gojo Satoru withdrew from Qingque's arms, his cat face was full of hope, "Que, come back to the high school with me!"

"No, I will only stay in Yokohama."

"Come on, come on~ I haven't seen Nitro, I'm sure I'll like Nitro very much~"

"Well, if there is a chance."