How do I get out of the Shura Field, who bumped into the ceiling

Wuzi's life became regular again.

He resumed attending classes at the magic school, remotely making up lessons with Shibusawa-sensei, and going to find Nanami-sensei for extra classes...a student life surrounded by various courses.

The only change is that he got to know Fuheshier's son, Gojo Satoru's nominally adopted son, Fuheihui, and his nominal sister, Fukuijin Miki.

"How is it possible that you will come back? Didn't you take the money and elope with the aunt at the other door?"

Facing her father's visit, these are the blurted words of Fu Heihui, who is only 13 years old (approaching her 14th birthday).

Then, Fu Heisher sneered and beat his son up, without saying a word, took away his son's private money and went directly to the racecourse.

Wu Zi: "..."

Wuzi looked at Fu Heihui, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, and Miss Jin Meiji, who was helping to bandage her in a panic, and felt a sense of emotion in his heart.That is, happiness is all in contrast.Looking at Fu Heihui, he felt that Gojo Satoru was really good. Not only did he not take away his part-time job money, but he also gave him a credit card. This is his real father.People like Fu Heihui were raised by his stepfather.

Wuzi didn't know what to say to this child, could it be, hey, your father is dead, my companion's ability is to turn dead people into zombies, and it was your father's zombie who took away your money just now?

If it were him, he would definitely beat people who said such things to nowhere.

"Who are you, and what is your relationship with Gojo Wu? Hiss!"

Enduring the pain of rubbing iodine, Fu Heihui questioned Wuzi's soul.

Wu Zi took the initiative to step forward, holding each other's hand with both hands: "Hello, Jack Su, ME is your adoptive father's nominal cousin, named Liu Dao Wu Zi, I'm sorry to see the scene just now, if you want to call the police or want to Please ask a lawyer, I have business cards here, if nothing else, you can ask for the alimony back first—forget it, you can just call ME's card."

Wuzi thought, if Fu Heisher pays for the lawsuit, wouldn't that mean Lantang pays?After turning around and coming back, it's better for him to pay directly.Now he is a man with a handful of cards in his hand, heh heh heh, raising a little brother and a little sister is not a problem at all.

Fu Heihui was a little helpless: "My name is Fu Heihui, and I have money from that man in my daily life, so I don't need a child like you to worry about me."

That man obviously meant Gojo Satoru.

Sister Jin Meiji couldn't help but chuckled: "Yes, we also work outside, thank you, Wuzi."

Apparently Fu Heihui and Tsumiji are people with strong self-esteem. It is estimated that apart from tuition fees and basic living expenses, they don’t spend much of Wutiao’s teacher’s money. Most of the other personal items and pocket money are paid by themselves. to earn.Even though it is said that minors are not allowed to work, in fact, there are still many scattered short-term workers who tend to find labor that is cheaper than adults like this.They are independent and know how to support themselves.

Wuzi admired it a little. What was he doing when he was 13 years old?It seems that apart from accepting Balian's tasks, there is no way to support himself.Buying and selling information is also based on his own system in Vengley, and on the basis of Vengley's guarantee.For example, it is not easy to leave Vengley now and come out to work on your own, especially when there is no backstage, all kinds of monsters and ghosts come out to make trouble. It is really difficult for minors to work these days.

Wu Zi chatted with Fu Heihui for a few more words and then lost interest. As he himself said before, it was difficult for him to make friends with his peers.If he wanted to, he could easily gain the trust of the other party, but that was no different from cheating. He preferred to communicate with mature-minded people.Fu Heihui is a completely ordinary 13-year-old boy, except that he is the son of Fu Heisher, the adopted son of Gojo Wu, and has a very high talent for spells.I have an irresponsible father, my mother died early and my stepmother disappeared. I don’t know why life feels boring and boring. I spend most of my time chasing my classmates. Maybe I am unwilling to accept the fate of fighting all the time as a conjurer , and so on.

All of them are so common that Wu Zi has unimaginable troubles.It's hard for him to have a sense of substitution for Fu Heihui's mood, what if it was him?If he was in such a family and had such a background, would he feel bored?Wuzi imagined for a moment, and the answer was no.No, that was much more interesting than when he was in the institute, so he couldn't understand Fu Heihui's troubles.

Before leaving, Tsumiji, who sent him out, said a few more words to him.

"Sorry, Huina doesn't know how to get along with people, and maybe she doesn't pay much attention to words when she speaks."

Living alone since she was a child, Tsumiki, who has a strong ability to take care of herself, sensitively notices Wuzi's slight dislike for Kei.

"Actually, he is a good boy. If you get in touch with him for a long time, you will find a gentle heart under his tough exterior. I hope you don't mind. If there is any impoliteness, please forgive me."

Tsumiki is a very good person, unlike most parents who think that 'my child is super good for you to know is to flatter you', and she has no morality to kidnap Satoru to be her brother's friend, she just tried to explain clearly , I don't want Hui's attitude to cause misunderstandings, that's all.

On the contrary, Wuzi has a good impression of the young lady because of her straightforwardness and carefulness.He took Tsumiki's hand and offered a hand kiss—of course, it was just an action, without actually touching the back of the girl's hand.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting you see me in such an ugly state. I promise, I will treat him with respect, take care of him, and stand by his side when he needs help, just like you Treat your own brother."

Tsumiji was a little surprised, and then smiled from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you, Wuzi."

Seeing that sister Yi didn't come back after sending someone off for a long time, Fu Heihui, who limped to the door, had a soaring blood pressure and glared at Wuzi angrily!A glib guy, he knew that someone like Wujo Gocho would not be a good thing!

Before Fu Heihui broke out, Wu Zi waved away sensiblely.

In fact, he understood a little bit why Fu Heisher was clearly thinking about his son, but he couldn't help but beat him up when he met him.This kind of stubborn boy, if he can get along well, he can get along well, if he can't get along, he really deserves to be beaten.Wu Zi realized later that most teenagers of this age were like this, and even his master Fran, who was over 20, still had a very bad face.

"Why isn't ME like this?"

Wu Tiao put his hands behind his head and thought, and from Wujo Wu's distasteful attributes, it can be seen that this is definitely not the fault of the genetic template.

Probably, he has never had such ample.

Since he woke up from the research institute and learned all the knowledge around him, and understood human beings and language, he knew how to do things to please others and reduce the pain when he was doing experiments.

It’s like drawing blood, three times a day is also a draw, and once every three days is also a draw, so that the medical examiners have a good impression of you, and they can choose a method that makes your burden lighter for the same job.

How stupid do you have to be to hate your parents for food and clothing when your life is in someone's hands?Unless it really touched the bottom line of his intolerance, he would be happy to make others happy and make himself happy.

"Oh, don't want this...?"

Wu Zi, who was walking on the road, stopped.

He saw a corner not far away, and within the transparent glass wall of the coffee shop, there was a young man with short black hair in his 20s sitting at the table by the window, with a teacup and a pot of tea in front of him.

The young man's clothes were a bit strange, with a row of horizontal buttons on the chest that looked like a Tang suit, but an out-of-season short fur collar hung on the collar of the coat.I don't know if it's rabbit fur or some other animal's fur, it's white with some milky yellow, which contrasts the whiteness of the man's face.

Even indoors, the man did not take off his off-season plush white hat. This kind of felt hat half-fitted to the head is probably only popular in extremely cold regions.His hair can barely be regarded as short hair, in fact, it is almost shoulder length, and the bangs that are pressed down by the brim of the hat have not been trimmed for a long time, just like an exiled prisoner, because he has not taken care of his hair for too long , will look so embarrassing in length.

The color of his pupils is also very special, it is hard to tell whether it is dark brown or dark red, just like a long-aged red wine, it is difficult to distinguish its own color through a dark bottle.His sitting posture seems natural, but it is too upright for ordinary people - a bit like Mori Ogai, yes, it is the mark left by people who have experienced military career, even if they have gotten rid of that life For a long time, the body has strictly memorized the most correct sitting posture and posture.

This person is also somewhat similar to Osamu Dazai, they are equally elegant, and their gestures have an indescribable aristocratic flavor.But unlike Dazai Zhi, who is like the legacy of the ancient Chinese, this person is soaked with more iron and blood awe.

Wuzi was in a daze for a moment, he had a very strong sense of déjà vu—he had seen this man before, just like the current situation, sitting at the table and waiting for someone, he had seen this man before!

Like being caught by the undead, and being taken in by the devil, Satoshi Liudao turned and walked towards this coffee shop that he had never been to before.

He came to the man's table, walked to the seat opposite the man, and sat down.

The man who was sipping tea looked up at him and smiled.He raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a new empty teacup was brought by the attendant.

"Some people don't like the taste of Turkish tea and think there are too many spices in it."

While talking, the man picked up the teapot, filled the empty teacup, and raised his hand to push the teacup in front of him.

"But the Turks love their own tea. There was a joke about a lion that ran out of a zoo and started eating people. It ate civil servants, officials, and even cabinet ministers. People remained indifferent. When the lion was about to eat the tea maker, someone immediately volunteered to organize and catch the lion."

"This is a natural development," Wu Zi continued, "for the common people, the change of the upper class is too far away, whether they live or die, this person or that person, it seems to them like It is a matter of another world. But whether they can drink a cup of tea is related to their quality of life, and it is the only reality they can touch."

The man chuckled: "Sure enough, it is the answer you will give."

Wu Zi was silent for a while, and finally asked, "Who are you?"

The man replied: "I am from the future, and I made a promise with you in the previous life... a mere mortal."