The three-dimensional me is incompatible with the paper people

Magic world, high-level conference room.

"Gojo Satoru, what else do you want!"

"Withdraw the killing order of Zenyuan Shier, you are provoking the magic world!"

"The Chanyuan Shier is a disgrace to the entire magic world, absolutely not allowed!"

People with ugly faces rushed to express their opinions.When they saw the white-haired man standing in the middle without any movement, they showed their emotions unscrupulously.

It was like flies that saw carrion one after another, shaking their tattered wings and rushing towards them.

Gojo Satoru fiddled with the small sunglasses, not having the slightest influence on the language of the people around him.

After a long time, when their mouths were parched, Gojo Satoru spoke.

"Finished? Actually, I just came here to inform you."

His blue eyes scanned everyone around him.

"You seem to have forgotten that now I have more rights~" He made a small gesture to the crowd, "So, what gave you the illusion that you can disobey me?"

Gestures slowly change, and a "Che style" is formed in the hands.

"boom!!!"

The huge hole broke through the ceiling, even breaking the curtain in the sky.

"Wow, a home run!" Gojo Satoru laughed in surprise.

He looked around at the mouse-like people who seemed to be strangled by cats, and smiled wantonly, "I almost lost a lot of lives under my men. But, actually, I don't really care about the lives of a few more rotten oranges in my hand." "

"Oh, oh, you are in a hurry, you are in a hurry! Don't be angry, you won't live long. You must know that after the Tianyuan dissipates, the techniques that can support your survival are also weakening. If you don't want the wrinkles on your face to get worse If you live in a coffin the next day, it’s better to be less angry.”

After silence, someone finally stood up.

"The Wutiao family, at least tell us a reason." He said.

Gojo Satoru blinked, "Eh? Do you still have to think of a reason? I thought this kind of thing can be done as long as I think about it. It's so troublesome. Obviously, when you executed a person before, you can do whatever you want."

After he finished speaking, his smile widened, and he pointed at the man, "As long as there is a reason, that's fine, right?"

"Because he belongs to the Wujo school now." Wujo Wu said.

"How is it possible!" The man was shocked, "As a member of the Chanyuan family, how could Zenyuan Shier belong to the Wutiao family!"

"Correction! It's not the Wutiao family, it's the Wutiao sect!" Wutiaowu corrected him very understandingly, "Besides, it's Fuheisher, not Zenyuan Shier~"

What Gojo Satoru said was not false, and of course it didn't really go anywhere.

Fuheshier himself didn't want to pay much attention to the twists and turns of the high-level conjurers. For him, as long as he didn't look long and came to him for a fight, he would be fine.It's just that two years have passed, and the uninterrupted assassination really made him a little irritated.No matter how tough a person is, it will still be very annoying to face the constant harassment of flies.

Therefore, when Gojo Satoru negotiated terms with him with enough sincerity, Fu Heisher readily agreed.

Well, being a teacher in a college or something, the salary is also very high. I can see my son who grew up freely, and I can earn extra money occasionally, and I can also isolate the continuous harassment from the upper class.

Of course, as for what Wujo Wu said, reforming the magic world, Fu Heisher thought he had blown a loud trumpet once, and it disappeared after hearing it.

Therefore, the so-called Five Points faction is a fake, and it is true to take money to do things.

It is said that doing things with money, extra money, of course, the more money the better.

Anyway, it's not like I haven't done it before, double job, double money.

Such repeated horizontal jumps are destined to be punished.Fu Heisher, who was blown off half of his body by someone, was brought back to life by the supernatural power of Akiko Yosano.

The original task of assassinating Qingque became to protect Qingque.

Afterwards, Fu Heisher realized that his mission had already been seen by the boy with six eyes.Six Eyes will not give Fu Heisher the opportunity to get involved with this task until complete measures are taken.

"I didn't make much money, but luckily I didn't lose money." Fu Heisher commented.

As the object of his protection, Qingque was speechless for a while.

To be honest, Qing Que didn't know that she was assassinated by Fu Heisher at all. It was just a matter of waking up, and Fu Heisher became her bodyguard.

Still walking over to tell her what happened, Qing Que recovered from the shock.

"If you don't use spells, Fuheshier, who is already terrifyingly strong just physically, will definitely be missed. Why don't you take this opportunity to completely include Fuheshier in your circle."

"Indeed. An excellent gymnastics teacher is very beneficial to the development of college students. The conjurers of the Panxing Sect will also be happy to have an extra sandbag." Xia Youjie said.

Fu Heisher, who was discussed in front of several people, sneered and stopped talking.

The food in Panxingjiao is quite good, and there are even special people to clean the room.Fu Heisher just lived there as a matter of course.

Afterwards, Fu Heihui, who came from Tokyo, was quite surprised that her scumbag father would come back, but she was still vaguely happy.

The matter of Fuhesher came to an end in this way, and Qing Que devoted himself to "Morning, Noon, Night" again.Especially at the end of the book, when Qing Que gets busy, she even hugs the computer when she is dragged out of the bedroom.

Regarding the state of Qingque, most people hold an attitude of disapproval.Just seeing how persistent she was, I could only try my best to remind her to eat and rest well.

This situation continued until the eve of New Year's Day at the end of this year.

"It seems to say that there is a high probability that it will snow today." Oda said.

"Snow? Will it be big? I always feel a little bit looking forward to it." Atsushi Nakajima said.

Ryunosuke cast a cold glance at Atsushi Nakajima, "Hmph!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who was targeted inexplicably, twitched his mouth, "How did I mess with you again?"

"It's obviously useless, but he stayed with Mr. Yamadori!" Ryunosuke said with a cold snort.

"... I have a good help!" Atsushi Nakajima said.

During this period of getting along, the young boy also let go of his low self-esteem a little bit, and gradually believed that he was useful to the bookstore.You know, he can cook!

"Well! Dun Dun is very good. Last time, Sister Que didn't want to eat obediently, so Dun Dun helped to persuade her!" Tsumiji retorted for Nakajima Atsushi.

Ryunosuke choked.He really couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Yamadori-sensei goes to the point of forgetting to sleep and eat every day in order to complete his work. If he doesn't eat well, the already weak teacher will definitely collapse!That is to say, thanks to this guy, the teacher didn't break his body!

Thinking about it, Ryunosuke snorted again and ignored him.

Of course Xiaoyin knew his brother's awkward thoughts.It's nothing more than wanting to do something for the mountain bird.It's just that the two people who live in Panxingjiao on weekdays can't take care of them all the time like Atsushi Nakajima, so they feel aggrieved.

The small stove was burning vigorously, and everyone's faces were flushed by the orange fire.

"It's time for dinner, I'll cook." Zhongya stood up and said.

Nakajima Atsushi and Tsumiki also quickly stood up and planned to go to the kitchen to help together.

Since it was meal time, some people would naturally return to the bookstore.

Osamu Dazai just came back from the outside at this time, and the coat draped over his shoulders was stained with white marks.

"Dazai, is it snowing outside?"

Dazai nodded, and threw his coat aside casually, "It's quite big. If it's down tonight, maybe you can build a snowman."

"Then let's take a look tonight. If possible, I hope the teacher can come down with me." Oda said.

Dazai hummed a few more words, then ran to the stairwell with strides to look for Qingque.

It's just that when I stood under the stairs and looked up, I saw the blue bird standing on the stairs.

"Hey~ Ah Que is so early today~" Dazai immediately ran up slimy and acted like a baby with her.

Qingque didn't move, just stared at the void in front of him, showing a trance appearance.

Dazai noticed something was wrong, "Azai?"

Qingque came back to her senses suddenly, her gaze focused on Osamu Dazai's face.

Dazai tilted his head and gave her a cute smile.

"A bird came out very early today, are you hungry? We can go to harass the slugs now..."

Before he finished speaking, Dazai felt a weight in his arms.

The girl was completely exhausted and leaned against his arms, she was still muttering something in her mouth, and when she leaned closer to listen, Osamu Dazai heard "It's done", "I'm so tired", "It's time to celebrate"

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally the syllables turned into small cotton wool, floating in the air.

The soft breathing reached Dazai's ears, and she finally fell asleep.

The boy stood there holding her for a long time.

What kind of mood is that?Is it joy?Or sour?Are you happy for who you are right now?Or do you feel sad for your future self?

Too much, too much.Such complicated emotions were like a surging tide, beating him wave after wave, and finally buried him completely in the heavy sand.

The sound of soft breathing, like soft satin, wrapped around his neck and eroded his breathing.

Finally, Dazai carried her back to the bedroom.

The manuscripts on the desk were messy, the pens placed were stained with black ink, and the tatami was also covered with discarded draft paper.Newspapers, books, and reports of all kinds of data are everywhere.

The document on the computer shows that the save is complete.

He took one last look at the girl sleeping soundly in the bed, and left the room.

"Hey! Dazai, are you harassing the teacher again!" Chuya saw Dazai coming down, and immediately frowned.

Dazai glanced at Nakaya, showing disgust.

"Noisy slug, I don't understand Ah Que's hard work at all! I, I have a lot of scruples about Ah Que's rest time!"

Chuya wanted to scold a few more words, but he suddenly came to his senses.

"Is the teacher resting now?"

Dazai ignored it and left with his head held high.

Qing Que is not a person who will rest obediently during this time. If they hadn't confiscated the computer, Qing Que would just hold the computer and type without knowing it.

Therefore, the only time that Qingque can take the initiative to rest is when the book is finished!

"The teacher's book is finished..." Zhong also fell into a trance.

The bookstore fell into silent ecstasy, and everyone suppressed their voices, for fear of waking up the sleeping Qingque.

The snowflakes outside the Wanxiang Hall fell on the street, blending with the white silver frost.

"It's a good omen." Seeing the falling snow, Oda sighed.