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

During the recent period, the lives of everyone in the college have been rare and easy. The big devil Wujo Satoru disappeared after finishing the mission, and the time spent wandering around the campus plummeted. Sometimes, no one could be found.

"What is that guy doing?"

Jia Ruzi shook his phone: "The seniors said that there is some activity that requires you to support the stage, Chi Nian high school students."

Xia Youjie looked at the empty seat next to him: "I don't know, I don't have time."

His reply was brief, not in a high mood, there was no usual gentle smile on his face, and his long and narrow eyes were even more indifferent and alienated. Jiarui Nizi looked at a group of messages on the phone that were beating around the bush to inquire about his news, and simply handed over the phone.

"Everyone asks me what's wrong, whether I'm broken in love or something happened at home, you can answer it yourself?"

"Bitter summer." Xia Youjie looked down at the fairy tale book in his hand, and said casually, "Let's just say bitter summer."

The morning class passed quickly, and when he came back after completing the tasks, the eldest young master Wutiao sat in the dormitory after a long absence.

"Jie." A controller was thrown over, Gojo Satoru's face was full of excitement: "Hurry up, I haven't played for a long time."

"It's not long."

Wasn't it just two weeks? Since the celebration banquet, Gojo Satoru rarely went back to the dormitory, and Xia Youjie never went to Lu Yerean's house again.

It has been more than two weeks since I lost contact with her.

Xia Youjie picked up the handle and played casually with low interest. Wujo Wu beside him was still chattering like before: "Pity the little devil in the family, the one called Luanbu, it's really good food, it's got a big temper, and it's chattering!" Can't stop talking..."

Xia Youjie listened quietly, occasionally replying a few words, Gojo Wu turned his head and glanced at him: "Is Jie in a bad mood?"

"Really." Xia Youjie smiled, and pressed the A button to kill a group of mobs: "Maybe it's because the weather is getting hotter."

"Ha." Gojo Satoru laughed, and stared at the screen again: "Actually, it's because of Lian's technique. You are now called withdrawal reaction. I often had it when I was a child. If I can't see her, I will be in a bad mood. It's useless to overturn the whole yard, you must see her."

The boy was grinning, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his words: "But Jackson, I'll be fine in two or three days. It's been two weeks, haven't you recovered yet?"

Don't you know clearly, I want to see her, whether it's because of the spell or because of the seeds that have sprouted in my heart, I want to see her anyway.

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at him: "So, what happened?"

"Hey!" Gojo Satoru frowned, and frantically pressed the handle: "Be serious! Jie! I'm going to die!"

"..." Then don't talk about such topics while playing games!

No one could make him talk about the things that the young master didn't want to say, Xia Youjie resigned himself to being a good and conscientious teammate until Wujo Wu's cell phone rang in his pocket.

He didn't pick up the first time, tilted his head slightly for the second time, and was picked up only after the third time. He turned on the hands-free and threw it away, and immediately picked up the handle and fought the boss to die.

The young man didn't seem to know who was in front of him at all, and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Let Lord Lian go back to Kyoto." The old man over there promised, Gojo Satoru was busy playing games and had no time to talk to him, so he heaved a sigh of relief and continued: "Since Lord Lian's technique is out of control, then Tokyo will no longer Safety, this is the common wish of the Yusan family, as the young master, you have to more or less..."

Out of control?

Xia Youjie almost crushed the handle, so Wu has been busy with this matter recently?

What will be the consequences after losing control?

Until now, Xia Youjie realized that he knew nothing about the magic world.

Even though he is already one of the strongest, even if he has entered the high school where conjurers gather, the scope of his contact is only students, teachers, and those few auxiliary supervisors.

But from the attitude of her best friend, it is not difficult to infer that she is in crisis.

...So, during the time when we didn't see each other, was she always worried?

Just thinking of this makes my heart skip a beat.

"Who ran into the room to scare people in the middle of the night?" Gojo Satoru leaned back a little, leaning on the back of the sofa: "It's not the curse master from Tokyo, nor her group of younger brothers, but the guards you sent, right?"

"It was just an accident."

The old man over there raised his voice: "Master Shenzi, you also know that there are restrictions, and the Yusanjia cannot hurt Lord Lian, but other conjurers in Tokyo are different..."

"Different?"

Gojo Satoru laughed contemptuously, with sarcasm: "The matter of assassinating my friend hasn't been properly settled yet? Hmm? It must be the fault of the people in Kyoto."

He was obviously extremely impatient, he didn't even bother to dodge with his skills, and rushed straight to the boss: "I don't care about it because I'm lazy, don't you just let you go like this?"

Xia Youjie digested the amount of information in the five words of enlightenment, and when he regained his senses, the phone had already been hung up.

"Play games seriously." This sentence was said to him.

**

The rainy season is coming to an end, and there are more and more sunny days. In addition to the basketball court, there is also a sunbathing area in the courtyard. Two children, one big and one small, are nestled on the deck chairs, as if with their bellies open, holding their hands. Kitten with paws.

Fu Heisher cut the watermelon in half, and inserted a straw and a spoon into one half - this is Edogawa Ranpo, a watermelon, he must own half, otherwise he will lose his temper.

The other half is cut into small triangles, which can be held by small hands. The watermelon seeds must be picked out carefully so as not to accidentally swallow them - this is Fu Heihui's, because he choked on watermelon seeds last time , Edogawa ranpo with his arms akimbo deducted half of his living expenses.

What kind of day was it.

Fu Heisher gave the watermelon to the two young masters with a cold face. On the contrary, the one who hated him the most was the most worry-free. He never talked to him, and never picked on him. It's annoying, but at any rate, you won't be deducted living expenses.

No one can imagine the appearance of a young and famous magician killer being scolded by a kid, but like a frog put into warm water, Fu Heisher has lost the strength to escape and resist, and now he even has some thoughts. laugh.

He lay down on the recliner next to him, squinted his eyes and basked in the sun with the children. After a while, Luye Lian came out from the room. The two children seemed to see the cubs of a big cat. The older one put down the watermelon Throwing into her arms, the younger one took a step back, so he could only be rubbed on the head next to her.

Tsk, disgraceful brat.

Tian and Tyrant are also watching their son's jokes for fun today.

The little sea urchin looked over sharply, still holding the watermelon he had cut in his hand. The boy hesitated for a while, then walked slowly under his recliner, raised his small hands, and handed the watermelon to him.

Plump cheeks, black hair curled up, the same green eyes staring at him, a small piece of watermelon in his hand: "Here."

Fu Heisher gently pinched it with two fingers, not knowing what to say, but swallowed it in one gulp, the movement was a little mechanical.

"..." The little sea urchin blinked, a little confused.

His father eats watermelon without spitting out the watermelon rind.

**

Not long after that rainy night, the guards of the Yusanjia were all sent back to Kyoto, and Fu Heisher had to stay at home all the time, so the children were in the unprotected stage when they went to school.

"Is sister worried about Dazai?"

Schools in Japan always have various festivals, some festivals are off, some festivals, teachers will organize outings, Dazai Osamu will go to the small forest in Tokyo with his classmates today, experienced the last kidnapping incident , the girl is always worried about him.

Edogawa Ranpo lightly stroked Kano Rei's brow, and complained in a tone: "Since you are worried, don't let those guard uncles go back. Anyway, my sister's technique is only good for them. If they are not obedient, Gojo Satoru and the bodyguard Can't uncle clean them up?"

The girl stretched her brows following his strength, and wiped the watermelon juice on his cheeks: "Ranbu, my technique can only bring trouble to them."

Edogawa Ranpo raised his face obediently, cooperating with her movements: "Why?"

"Hmm..." Rei Kano seemed to be looking for a suitable explanation, and he said after a few seconds: "Like now, Luanbu always eats sweet snacks, regardless of tooth decay, if I tell you, never Starting tomorrow, you can no longer eat snacks, and Luanbu will be sad, right?"

"I understand."

Edogawa Ranpo nodded: "Because it will be sad to leave my sister, so they will become crazy."

My sister was broken into the room by a man in the middle of the night. Even though it had been two weeks since the incident, Ranpo Edogawa's words were still full of anger when he mentioned that man, like a kitten with fur: "And that night Same as the guy who harassed my sister."

"Don't be angry, okay?" Lu Yelian wiped his fingers with a gentle tone: "They are just sick."

In another conversation, Xia Youjie also got the same explanation.

Because Kano Ren was worried that he would be affected by the spell, he cut off the connection with the spell world.

It's so gentle that I don't know how to refute it.

Xia Youjie stared at the boss in the game, and sighed softly: "Isn't Wu still doing well?"

"That's because Lian is always by my side."

"..." Not only was he worried about her, Xia Youjie was also worried about his best friend who was always on the go, like a cumbersome task that was half-five and half-five: "Let me share some of it, Wu."

"Since Jie said so."

The white-haired boy stretched his waist, lowered his head to look at the phone, and finally showed a tired look: "Then how dare you refuse."

The mobile phone was handed over, but it was the phone number that I didn't have time to ask.

"Although I know that Jie is the strongest, Lian has no idea."

"Hmm." Xia Youjie wrote down the number, obviously what awaits him next is a busy life, but as if relieved, he finally smiled sincerely:

"I will prove it well?"