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

Since May, the continuous rain will sweep up from Okinawa to the front of the mountains in Hokkaido like cherry blossoms blowing down.

The light rain fell along the street lamps, and just as Luye Lian walked to the corridor, there was an extra snake-eye umbrella in front of him.

The base tone is light blue, with a circle of golden patterns printed on it. When it is opened, it looks like a fish in the sea.

"Feel sorry."

Luye Lian gently pushed the umbrella away, "I'm still in mourning, the color is too bright."

Although he came from a very high family background, Gojo Satoru never talked about his family, nor did he allow his servants to hang around him.

Therefore, most of the servants in Tokyo are decorations, young, immature, incompetent, and easy to control.

After being rejected, the servant held the umbrella blankly, looking at a loss.

Lu Yelian waited for a while, then looked at him sideways: "If there is no other preparation, I will trouble you to give me a ride."

Only then did the servant come to his senses, and quickly opened the umbrella to cover her, and the two of them walked into the rain.

"Have you slept well recently?"

"My lord Shenzi hardly sleeps at night." The servant told me in earnest, "The lights are always on, and occasionally he asks us to send us a midnight snack, and he doesn't sleep for a long time during the day."

"doing what?"

"Usually there will be missions."

The servant glanced at her, and stammered, "At night... playing games."

The girl looked calm: "Have the greeting gifts for the teachers been delivered?"

"Master Shenzi does not allow us to dictate his social life..."

In fact, Wujo Satoru's words were much harsher, and the servant's tone was a little bit aggrieved unconsciously.

Lu Yerei stopped in her tracks: "Thanks for your hard work."

From her mouth, no matter how brief the words were, they seemed tender and tender.

"I'm not often in Tokyo, and I still need your attention here."

"Good, good."

Hearing Lord Lian say this, I feel that I will die for Lord Shenzi immediately, and I will have no regrets!

The girl bent down to get into the car, half of her face was covered by the black window, "Who is your head teacher?"

"Night Moth is righteous, and has little contact with high-level officials in Tokyo. The technique is puppet manipulation. There is a wife in the family and no children. She is now divorced..."

Lu Yelian looked up at him: "For the people around the adults, it is enough for us to remember the names and preferences. The former is out of respect, and the latter decides what tea we will serve when the guests come to visit."

"I'll come to the door tomorrow to apologize."

She rolled up the window, and the paralyzed umbrella bearer stood there.

**

I walked too much yesterday and slept until six o'clock in the morning before Osamu Dazai opened his eyes.

Lu Yerei changed into a kimono, stood by the window and looked back at him: "Are you hungry?"

"I want to eat crabs."

She bent her eyes and smiled, and the hazy morning fog and soft sunlight covered her body like a pale golden feather coat.

"If you eat crabs for breakfast, your stomach will feel uncomfortable, right?"

"I just like this."

"Then let's eat steamed buns with crab noodles, shall we?"

"what is that?"

She picked up a stack of clothes and walked over, "It is said that Chinese cuisine was invented by Mr. Zhuge of the Three Kingdoms, and it has a history of more than 1000 years."

Sounds good, Osamu Dazai asked her: "Did you grind the crab into powder?"

She laughed again, and handed him the clothes: "After changing the clothes, you can find the answer yourself, okay?"

Only then did Osamu Dazai realize that the clothes on his body were just pajamas.

Unclear about his psychology, he looked up at Luye Lian: "Are you the same as me? When I was young."

She put her fingers up and gently stroked his cheek: "Yes, I'm the same as you."

The younger brother held her wrist with his small hand, and pushed up her sleeve vigorously.

No scars.

A hint of disappointment flashed in the iris-colored eyes.

"Is it because they will disappear when they grow up?"

"No such thing."

Her tone was gentle and serious, and she didn't just perfunctory him just because he was a child: "The wound will heal after taking the medicine."

Osamu Dazai looked up at her: "Why don't you lie to me and tell me that everything will be fine when I grow up, and trick me into being as old as you, or I will die."

"You don't like fairy tales, do you?"

She gently rubbed his hair, and it fell apart immediately: "Can you change your clothes?"

The younger brother looked at her silently for a while: "I will die. After I have experienced this boring world and all the extremely boring existences, I decided that I will die."

"Hmm... How about trying not to buckle the buttons crookedly as a first step?"

"..."

Osamu Dazai looked down at the wrong buttons on his pajamas, picked up the clothes and ran to the bathroom.

Lu Yelian laughed: "Slow down, be careful of slipping."

The bathroom door was closed by Xiaodouding, and Lu Yeren went to ask Edogawa to get up in disorder.

He is already between the age of a boy and a teenager, but he seems to be more childish than his six-year-old brother, burying his head in the quilt and refusing to get up.

The voice came out through the quilt, lazily, coquettishly: "Luanbu hasn't slept in a big soft bed for a long time, I don't want to get up..."

Rei Kane pressed the button of the electric curtain to let the sunlight in: "Don't you want to have breakfast?"

After a while, a furry head poked out from under the quilt: "What do you eat?"

**

It was just dawn at this time, and "Lu Mingchun", known by the Japanese as one of the three largest steamed buns in the world, hadn't opened yet, but the breakfast restaurant opened by the Chinese had already opened its doors to Tokyo.

Steaming steamed crab dumplings, steamed stuffed buns with rose bean paste, sweet rice cakes, longan and red bean porridge - all of them belong to Edogawa Ranpo.

You have to take a bite first to absorb the rich soup inside, then pick up the Xiaolongbao, and bite the thin skin and thick filling into your mouth together.

Because Osamu Dazai doesn't know how to use chopsticks, Rei Kano is feeding him.

Long and slender fingers, chopsticks made of brown wood, a little hot, well-seasoned minced meat.

Osamu Dazai felt that he should say something, but he couldn't say something like "delicious".

So he stated his conclusion: "It's not a crab."

"Well, it's pork." Luye Lian fed him another mouthful, "Do you like it?"

This is the first time that Osamu Dazai was fed by an adult in his memory. To his surprise, he didn't feel disgusted, probably because her movements were so natural that he almost forgot—they just met yesterday .

Are you going to be with her forever?

Six-year-olds start thinking about life, then lose their appetite.

Today's breakfast did not exceed his expectations at all, it was just a combination of crab roe and pork, a boring combination.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head: "I'm full."

As soon as he finished speaking, Edogawa Ranpo moved the steamer in front of him.

"I want my sister too!"

"..." Osamu Dazai looked up at him.

Edogawa Ranpo narrowed his eyes and smiled at him, his face was full of sunshine: "It's okay, brother will help you finish eating!"

Looking at the empty dinner plate in front of him, Osamu Dazai pursed his lips tightly.

They were talking as if they were a world away from him.

"Why do you only eat bean paste?"

"Because the skin is not sweet at all."

Edogawa Ranpo acted like a baby with her: "My sister likes to cook food, right? So will my sister make buns without the skin?"

She seemed to be amused by him: "If you like."

sister.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head and squeezed his index finger.

How did this guy do it, how could he shout out so naturally.

It's as if they really grew up together, with brothers and sisters of the same blood in their bodies.

What a weird and casual guy.

There's absolutely no way he could be like that.

A person who calls her sister without permission.

Her voice came from beside her ear: "Can you eat some more?"

Osamu Dazai looked up, and she was still holding his chopsticks made of brown wood that belonged to him.

She called over a new basket of steamed buns, and Ranpo Edogawa was happily outwitting chopsticks.

Everything in the mess became quiet, Osamu Dazai lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun.

The stuffing is full of juice, and the morning fog and sunlight penetrated into the store together, turning into lively fireworks.

Uninteresting, but delicious.

**

Hearing that Luye Lian was coming to visit, Ye Mo Zhengdao made time for it.

After all, it is "medicine".

As long as you are a conjurer, you will yearn for it. It is purely an instinct that comes from the body of a conjurer, and there is no way to resist it.

Instincts are terrible, especially the instincts of a lunatic - there was once a conjurer who chewed up the "medicine" and ate it.

Since then, "Yao" has hid under the wings of the Yusanjia.

The principle of the "medicine" is still unknown to this day. It is said that she occasionally appeases the high-level figures, and people have been sneaking into her courtyard for more than ten years.

Among those who came back alive, she was like a flower separated from the clouds, just by looking at her, the violent sea in her body would find peace.

Noctua Moth Zhengdao didn't believe this to some extent, but when that hand pushed the sliding door open, when she bowed her head to salute him...

If a person who has endured the severe cold all his life suddenly gets a warm embrace, if a person who has been walking in the desert for decades falls into the clear spring water.

——Even if I die now, I have no regrets.

"I'm really sorry."

The person who brought him the sunshine lowered his head and said guiltily, as if he had done something wrong.

"I haven't had time to rest recently, so I haven't controlled the technique well..."

"control?"

Ye Mozhengdao came back to his senses because of this word, he frowned: "Is your technique controllable?"

"Yes."

She handed over a gift: "Lian this time, one is to thank you in person for taking care of Mr. Wutiao, and the other is to apologize to you in person for their investigation of you without authorization..."

Before school started, Ye Mo Zhengdao discovered that people from the Wutiao family followed him, monitored his phone calls, and disturbed his ex-wife.

He was very angry at first, but although his new student Gojo Satoru is a lawless bastard boy, he is actually the strongest magician in the future. Educators always cherish their talents, and Noctua Masato is no exception, so he doesn't bother to care about it .

Only now, none of that matters anymore.

Ye Mozheng looked at the young "Yao" in front of him, feeling a little dignified in his heart.

"As far as I know, the technique of "medicine" is uncontrollable. "

"So, now there are two possibilities, one, you are different from all the previous "drugs". "

"Second, your spells will gradually become uncontrollable as you grow."

The feeling just now, as long as you have experienced it, you can no longer ignore it. If such a technique becomes a passively activated state...

Night Moth Zhengdao suddenly understood the person who chewed up the "medicine" and ate it.

Can Yusanjia really protect her?

Are you sure it's "protection" and not something else?

She was silent for a while, and her face was a little pale: "After growing up, the technique is indeed becoming more and more difficult to control."

She sat upright, answered every question, and her tone was a little dazed, as if she had absolute trust in the identity of the teacher.

Night Moth Zhengdao couldn't help but think of his students.

It is also a rare existence that has been rarely seen for hundreds of years. Gojo Satoru is relying on the "six eyes" world to act recklessly.

But at what age did the previous generation of "medicine" die?

She is one year younger than Gojo Satoru, still so young, and still a child.

There are some things that a child cannot comprehend by himself, and the elders should tell her, guide her, and educate her.

The sense of responsibility as a teacher made him raise his head. At this moment, Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't think about the consequences of doing so, nor did he think about whether it would anger Yu Sanjia.

He just looked at her, and as a teacher, he gave a solemn invitation: "Come to the high school and study your spells, for yourself."