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"This is my first time in Kyoto."

Xia Youjie picked up the matcha bowl, because Wujo Wu learned from the past, his strength was very light. After drinking the matcha, he put the bowl down and looked out the window.

"My hometown is in Hokkaido. My mother took me to the Hydrangea Garden in Iwate Prefecture. She said that seeing a heart-shaped hydrangea would bring good luck. I searched for it for a long time, but found nothing."

The regretful tone ended, and then with a little smile, the boy smiled at her: "Until it was dark, I also met a curse spirit."

"There is such a legend." Lu Yelian lowered his head and wiped his tea bowl clean: "Do you want to find it again?"

The two walked outside the door, Xia Youjie picked up the umbrella and opened it, looked down at the pattern on the umbrella, and praised: "It's beautiful, is this the snake-eye umbrella?"

"Yes."

Lu Yelian lowered his head and took an umbrella again, but he didn't open it, but walked under his umbrella.

Xia Youjie smiled, and tilted the umbrella towards her: "Can you lead the way? I'll follow you."

The two walked slowly in the rain, and soon met Gojo Satoru.

He has no lower limit, which is equivalent to a raincoat with no dead ends, so he looks the same as before, but Zenyuan Naoya next to him is not so lucky, his whole body is soaked, and his hair is wet on his head. , looking downcast.

"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie called him, "It is against the rules to attack your opponent before the exchange meeting."

Wujo Wu curled his lips and looked at Zenyuan Naozai: "I'll beat you up tomorrow."

The young man has a strong self-esteem, let alone in front of her, one of his opponents is holding an umbrella and walking with her, the other is smiling, and his hair is not messed up. Zenyuan Naoya only feels a fire in his heart, which makes him sore and astringent.

But if he starts provoking now, he will only get more embarrassing results. He can't beat Gojo Satoru, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to speak hard.

The bird's nest under the eaves was wet from the rain, and the wind chimes were jingling. Before fleeing, she came to him and handed him an umbrella: "My lord, remember to drink some ginger soup when you go back, and you won't be able to catch a cold."

Zenyuan Naoya took the umbrella: "How can I be so fragile."

"Yeah." She smiled softly, with a helpless and doting look: "It's just that Lian is worried, so please take good care of yourself."

Zenyuan Naoya held up the umbrella, the beautiful golden pattern resembled the ears of wheat in autumn, it was the one he gave her three years ago.

The boy looked down for a while, and for some reason he wanted to cry: "It's too long-winded."

She stood on tiptoe and brushed the fallen leaves off his head for him: "Be careful on the road."

Xia Youjie stood not far away and watched, and felt that the smile on her face, her tone, and her movements were all very familiar.

Just like when you treat him.

It turned out that there was nothing special about herself, and she would not hesitate to give everything that moved his heart to others.

"Hungry."

The white-haired young man beside her spoke lazily, with a bit of complaint, she looked back and smiled, her eyes were indescribably tender.

Even though the person she was looking at was not him, Xia Youjie subconsciously clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand.

Being watched by such eyes, can anyone hold on to their hearts?

Xia Youjie looked sideways, and the white-haired boy who was treated specially had his hands in his pockets, looking indifferent.

**

The eucalyptus in the yard was in full bloom, and the small petals swayed with the light rain. Kamo Kenche sat under the eaves and watched the rain, holding a teacup in his hand: "What is she doing?"

"Lord Lian is walking in the rain."

walk?

Kamo Kenche smiled: "With whom."

Over the years, the servant already knew what answer he should give: "The one who shares the umbrella with Lord Lian is the contemporaneous named Xia You."

The young man lowered his head, gently turned the teacup in his hand, and said in a very soft voice, "The magic spell..."

**

The moon was even brighter on the night after the rain. The students in Tokyo lived in the hotel arranged by the school. Xia Youjie had just turned on the shower when he heard a soft sound from the window sill.

He paused for a moment, and leaned sideways to the door. The next moment, the bathroom door was kicked open vigorously. The group of people were wearing kimonos and hats, and they found him in an instant. Except for the three curse spirits under him.

Xia Youjie's innate spell is spell manipulation. Generally speaking, he is a Pokémon master of the summoning system. According to conventional theory, a character like him is not good at close combat, and being brought close is equivalent to die.

These people were obviously aware of this, and surrounded him in the small bathroom, telling him that there was no way to retreat.

This group of people didn't open their mouths and didn't use their spell power, so they couldn't find out their identities. After a few more spell spirits died, Xia Youjie gave up the idea of ​​extracting information: "It's really impolite to disturb people taking a bath in the middle of the night."

The boy's long hair hung over his shoulders, he slightly rolled up his sleeves, and turned to the leader, "I'm sorry."

He sideways dodged the point of the knife, elbowed the arm in front of him, and the knife fell to the ground. The boy tilted his head and smiled: "My physical skills are also the strongest."

Ten minutes later, the floor of the bathroom was broken and the bathtub was filled with blood. Xia Youjie took off the bamboo hat of one of them and clasped his chin: "Who told you to come here?"

This is his first time in Kyoto, and it seems that he hasn't offended anyone here before.

The latter stared at him, as if he had bitten something into pieces, the next moment his eyes turned white, and he lost his breath.

Xia Youjie frowned, stepped back hastily, and accidentally stepped on someone's arm. He looked down, and saw that everyone on the ground had already committed suicide by taking poison.

……

Exorcism and murder are not the same thing at all. For a teenager who grew up in an ordinary society, today's incident was too shocking. Xia Youjie was dizzy, his stomach was churning, and he could hardly control the desire to vomit.

He ran out of the bathroom, always feeling that the air in the hotel room was also full of bloody smell. The fight just now was a bit loud, and the hotel waiter rang the doorbell outside to ask him if he needed help.

The episode here cannot be discovered by ordinary people, and it still has to be reported to Teacher Ye Moth. Xia Youjie was texting Ye Moth Zhengdao while lying to the waiter, his voice trembling: "I'm fine, I just fell down. .”

Noctua came back quickly, saying that he would come right away, Xia Youjie heaved a sigh of relief, put the phone away, sat on the ground and took a deep breath.

Are these people curse masters?then what?Why did you find him?

While thinking, Xia Youjie thought of Lu Yelian who lived on the same floor.

If the target of this group of people is all first graders, wouldn't Nitrate and Lian, who have no combat effectiveness, be more dangerous?

He picked up the phone again, wanting to call Luye Lian first to confirm her safety, he searched in the address book for a while before he remembered:

They have not exchanged contact information yet.

He and Lu Yerei are just contemporaries who have met a few times, that's all.

I couldn't tell what mood I was in, I just felt that all the strength in my body was taken away. After sending a text message to Noctua, the boy leaned against the wall and closed his eyes tightly.

**

As a teacher, Ye Mo Zhengdao naturally also thought of this level. While rushing to Xia Youjie's room, he called Lu Yeren and Glass, and after confirming their safety, he called Gojo Satoru again. Let him protect them.

"I know, I know."

Gojo Satoru yawned: "Don't move those corpses yet."

The boy's tone was lazy, and he didn't seem to take it seriously at all, but Ye Mo Zhengdao subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Although usually joking and out of tune, at times like this, Gojo Satoru never disappoints.

He dragged the two contemporaries into the same room, and said in a joking tone, "Jie was assassinated."

Jia Ruozi yawned: "Really?"

Since he didn't call her over, it means that she is fine, so she continued to sleep.

Lu Yelian frowned slightly, showing concern: "Is Xia You-jun okay?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru stretched his waist: "I was assassinated since I was a child, and those people can't even touch my hair."

"Jie is the strongest like me."

He laughed wantonly: "The ones Lian should worry about are those who assassinated Jie."

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, Luye Lian watched silently for a while, and the phone in his pocket vibrated.

"When will my sister come back?"

Edogawa Luanbu over there was aggrieved: "My sister is not here, and the bodyguard uncle is not working hard."

"I'll be back in a few days." After this kind of thing happened, I don't know if the exchange meeting can be held on time, so Luye moved the topic: "Did you have a good dinner tonight?"

The receiver was picked up: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Through the receiver, Dazai Osamu's cold tone was washed away by the radio waves, and the meaning of concern became more obvious. Kano Rei looked down at his fingers and laughed: "Well, because some accidents happened."

"If you want to go, just say it." Gojo Wu came over and put his head on her shoulder: "It's not that I won't let you go, it's not that I have to take care of Nitro."

The call ended quickly, and Lu Yelian looked at him sideways: "Mr. Xia You has just arrived, and Lian is just worried...he has been implicated."

"Just look at the corpse and you'll understand."

Gojo Satoru played with Kano Rei's hand, his tone was lazy and casual, and he also smiled: "Maybe they look familiar, those miscellaneous fish."