There is really a problem with raising cubs in the Shura field

Teidan Elementary School, Osamu Dazai, who was going to school on the first day, was a little uncomfortable with the eyes of his classmates.

"If you don't feel comfortable, just call me."

Before going to school, she told him so.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the mobile phone in his pocket, and was stopped by someone just as he walked out of the classroom.

The black-haired primary school student standing in front of him had a twitching expression, put his hands in his pockets, and said in a proud tone: "You are covered with bandages, but there is no blood, so the wound underneath is healed..."

"Look at me all the time." Osamu Dazai interrupted him, "Just to say this kind of thing?"

"My name is Kudo Shinichi."

Kudo Shinichi raised his chin, maintaining his stinky expression: "Is my reasoning correct?"

Osamu Dazai didn't want to talk to this person at all, he picked up his phone and pressed the dial button.

The line is busy over there.

He waited for a while, then called again, but the line was still busy.

It's been a full 2 ​​minutes.

At this time, who has she been on the phone for so long?

Dazai Osamu continued to compete with each other while looking at Kudo Shinichi.

"wrong."

Seeing Kudo Shinichi's stunned look, he raised his lips: "Don't put your curiosity on me, Mr. Detective, a low-level elementary school student."

**

Ranpo Edogawa, who had school experience, was a little better than Osamu Dazai. He changed into the school uniform smoothly, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with the eyes of others.

However, on the campus of Teikoku University...

he's lost.

Edogawa looked around in random steps, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he ran over to the basketball club.

"Hi!" He hugged Kuroko Tetsuya's shoulder, "It seems that you are very interested in basketball."

Hei Zizhe was also taken aback, and turned to look at this inexplicably familiar person.

He had already changed into Teiko's school uniform, his hair seemed to be trimmed casually by himself, his eyes were squinted, and he held potato chips and wave soda in his hand. He looked very childish, and people would subconsciously forgive his offense.

Hei Zizhe also asked him, "How do you know that?"

"Because you have no hope at all, and yet you're still standing here."

Edogawa Ranpo patted him on the shoulder: "Is this the spiritual power that my sister said? If Ranpo knew that he would not be hired, it would be absolutely impossible to go to a big company to fill the waste."

Kuroko Tetsuya:……

"Why am I hopeless?"

"This kind of thing can be understood after a short look." Edogawa tilted his head in disorder, "In short, when the list of the three armed forces is announced, the coach will definitely read the names of a lot of people first, and it will be your turn at the end. .”

Things were as he said, the coach didn't say his name until the end: "Heizi Tetsuya."

The familiar black-haired classmate next to him was still laughing: "Look, what I said is right!"

Hei Zizhe also lowered his head: "I will work harder."

"Huh?" Edogawa looked at him in disorder, "Is it necessary? I think you are more suitable to be a detective."

"detective?"

"That's right, a guy who is inconspicuous in the crowd will not be noticed even if he stands in front of him. To such an ordinary level, the police or detective are your perfect occasions."

"I like basketball more than that."

"But you don't look talented."

Edogawa rubbed his chin in disorder, just in time to hear the coach announcing the list of the first army, seeing the shock in Kuroko Tetsuya's eyes, he said mercilessly: "Look, talented people have already thrown you out so far..."

Before he could finish speaking, Hei Zizhe also left directly.

Edogawa Ranpo was a little at a loss. My sister said that if I had a conflict with someone, I would call her, so is it a conflict now?

I didn't quarrel, so it shouldn't be counted... But I really want to call my sister!

Ranpo Edogawa took out his cell phone and called, the line was busy.

So he waited for a while and called again. His phone collided with someone else's again, and a cold busy tone came out.

I also want to know who will compete with him like this.

"Anyway, my sister can't see it."

Edogawa Ranpo muttered in a low voice, and not to be outdone, he called again: "That's why Ranpo shouldn't give way to younger brother."

**

The classrooms of the college are decorated simply and neatly, and the writing on the blackboard is neat. The teachers in cultural classes never delay the class. In fact, Xia Youjie can't even remember the teacher's name.

He has almost learned this knowledge, and even the top students have no interest in learning it again, but the number of skipping classes this week has been too much, and he has to step on the spot to come to the classroom.

She was sitting by the window, heard footsteps, looked up and smiled at him, her fingers holding the pen were long and slender, and her fingertips were slightly pink.

"Good morning, my lord."

The golden sunlight outlined a vague yet brilliant halo around her, Xia Youjie almost forgot whether he responded or not.

After sitting down, in order not to appear rude, Xia Youjie randomly picked up a topic: "What are you looking at?"

"Song of the Wind and the Tree."

She seemed to really think that he was interested in that book, so she moved closer and put the book in front of him: "Do you want to read it, sir?"

"Thank you."

The book is a fairy tale, which is unexpectedly beautiful, but the ending is not as happy and happy as ordinary fairy tales, leaving some room for imagination for the readers, and the brushwork is gentle with a little pity.

Just like how she makes people feel.

Subconsciously, Xia Youjie turned his head to look at her, saw her laughing, and looked out the door with extremely affectionate eyes.

He didn't have to turn around to know Wujo Satoru was coming.

"sleepy."

The white-haired DK was sitting on his right with a candy in his mouth, his tone drawn out, as if coquettish: "I can't get enough sleep at all."

Gojo Satoru was the real stepping-point player. As soon as he finished speaking, Noctua Zhengdao walked in.

In the middle of the class, the biological clock and their jet-lagged home entry Nitzi came late, and Noctuma Zhengdao didn’t mention her. Nitzi is a reversal magician, and it’s gratifying enough to be able to stay safely in the college and save people up.

She fell asleep on the desk as soon as she came in. Wujo Wu was similar to her. Xia Youjie held his chin with one hand and turned the pen, obviously not listening to the class.

Luye Lian was the only one who listened carefully. Seeing her taking notes carefully, Ye Mo Zhengdao had the urge to cry.

He finally has normal students!

In return, he almost spent his entire life trying to explain the knowledge of spells in a simple and interesting way, and even rewinded the progress of the beginning of the school - anyway, those three guys were not listening at all.

After class, Lu Yeren was still reading his notes seriously, when the notebook in his hand was suddenly snatched away.

"The composition of the spell...ha, what idiot wrote it."

The young master sarcastically mercilessly said, "Is Lian an idiot who looks at this kind of thing?"

Then, he leaned over, and the cat pupils behind the sunglasses were full of pride: "I understand these things when I was six years old. Instead of listening to these idiots, why don't you ask me for advice, please, and then I will teach the six-year-old I will tell you the knowledge points."

"..."

The housekeeper was woken up by him, with speechless written all over his face: "It's like a peacock spreading its tail, it's so noisy."

"Hey!" Gojo Satoru frowned, "I'm not a peacock, that kind of thing is ugly!"

"..." Is the focus on this?

Xia Youjie felt a little funny, but what Wu said was right, the things taught by the college are indeed too simple.

He looked at Lu Yerei: "If you want to know about the power of mantras, Wu and I can tell you better."

"Thank you." The girl bent her eyes, her voice was very soft, "But Lian also wants to take seriously the knowledge delivered by Teacher Ye Moth."

Between the two DKs who don't know how to understand others, her deliberately lowered voice is extremely caring.

Jia Ruozi, who was sleeping under the cover of a book, blinked and remembered the gift he received that day.

The desserts are beautiful, and the wind chimes are exquisite.

She hasn't returned the gift yet.

**

It was lunch time after class, there was no cafeteria in the college, but there were people selling bento, Xia Youjie bought four in one go.

The family entered the glass and took it back to the dormitory. The young master Wutiao showed a disgusted expression: "Don't eat."

He looked at Lu Yeren who was on the side: "I'm so hungry."

She smiled: "If you want to have lunch, the waiting time may be a bit long."

"Oh." Gojo Satoru didn't believe that Rei Kano would let him wait hungry, he propped his chin with one hand, "I don't want to eat stinky bentos."

After speaking, he wrinkled his nose, as if he really smelled something.

Xia Youjie who just opened the lid of the bento: "..."

Gojo Satoru looked at his expression, covered his belly and laughed: "Haha, Jie, your bento doesn't really stink, does it?"

Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes: "I don't mind stuffing all the bento into your mouth."

When the two DKs quarreled, no one cared about the bento, so it was logical that Xia Youjie also joined the lunch list.

**

Back in the dormitory, the little sea urchin just woke up.

Now is the time when he feels insecure, and his two younger brothers have to go to school. If he is left at home, Xiaodouding will definitely be very disturbed, so Lu Yelian brought him to school.

"are you hungry?"

The little sea urchin shook his head.

Lu Yelian bent his eyes and picked him up: "But it's time for lunch."

He was carried to a chair and saw her holding a large cookbook in front of him.

She pointed her finger on the first course and asked gently, "Want to eat this?"

The dishes in the photo look super delicious, but... such a delicious thing must be very troublesome to make.

Chanyuan Hui hesitated for a while, then shook his head slightly.

She was already very tired when she came back from class. Instead of eating delicious food, he hoped to find some simple things that could fill his stomach to cope with it.

And...he needs to be sensible, he doesn't want to be sold out again.

He turned his face away, not looking at the delicious food.

"I want to eat bread."

"I don't have any at home now. If you want to eat bread, it will be very troublesome."

She gently rubbed his hair, and it fell apart with one touch: "But if you don't want to eat the dishes on the menu, I'll buy them now."

"Don't..." Zen Yuanhui grabbed her sleeve: "I, I will eat the food on top."

She rolled her eyes and turned to the next page: "What about this one?"

Unbeknownst to the two starving DKs, a cranky toddler is slowly making decisions about their lunch.

Gojo Satoru, who had been waiting in the classroom for a long time, was lying on the table playing games, feeling so wronged that he was dying: "I'm so hungry, Lian is so slow this time... I'm almost starving to death."

Xia Youjie, who was also starving: "Who is to blame? But... cooking is troublesome, right? What shall we do for her?"

"There are servants!"

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru's face was full of displeasure: "Last time, Lian asked me not to destroy her ingredients, what... I didn't do it on purpose."

"Let's just ask." Xia Youjie looked at his expression and asked, "How long ago was the last time?"

"I'm 11 years old." Wujo Gojo collapsed on the table, "I got into a fight with the monastery that day and blew up the kitchen. Since then, Lian has never cooked food for the monastery."

started again.

Xia Youjie was speechless, listening to Gojo Gojo say with a smile: "Actually, her time belonged to the Chanyuan that day, and the Zenyuan was beaten to death by me. I was a little worried that Lian would be angry with me."

"But there's really no way..."

Wujo Wu's tone was lazy and helpless: "I don't blame me at all, I just said to me: It's a pity for her Fei Yixia."

That monastery was about to die, but she only felt sorry for Fei Yixia.

Such indifferent words don't seem to come from her mouth.

Xia Youjie felt that Gojo Satoru was exaggerating again, embellishing his words in order to show off her preference for him.

"However..." Xia Youjie asked, "What do you mean her time belongs to the Buddhist monastery?"