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"Thank you, thank you."

Perhaps he has never received such straightforward praise and praise. After hearing this, Hiroki couldn't help but blushed, and there was even a little flush and moisture around the eye sockets, and there was a little unnoticeable choking in his tone. .

And Shi Er, who was watching by the side, raised his eyebrows at this, inexplicably feeling that the scene in front of him was somewhat familiar.

"So, after you learned about the existence of conjurers, you noticed something from me, so you think I am a conjurer, right?" Naoya asked.

"Well, I can vaguely feel that my recent state is very bad, and my mood is more unstable than before." After a pause, Hiroki continued, "So I guessed, whether I was given by the rumored curse spirit. I got caught up, I was just a little skeptical at first, until today when you struck up a conversation with me, I found that you would occasionally move your gaze over my head inadvertently... However, I don’t remember anything after that gone."

"Well, you guessed right, I did get close to you because of the curse spirit, and that curse spirit has been expelled by my friend, so don't worry," Naoya smiled, "But now I have another I want to ask you a question."

Hong Shu's eyes were puzzled, and he didn't know what else he wanted to know.

But I saw Naoya stretching out his hand towards Hiroki with a smile on his mouth, "Actually, I want to open an office for exorcising curse spirits, and now I have sufficient funds and manpower for exorcising curse spirits. As for the office location, this is exactly The purpose of our coming to Mihua Town this time, originally in my vision, these should be enough."

"However, just now, I suddenly realized that I was still missing one of the most important things." After a pause, Naoya smiled, "Our office still needs a person who understands computer technology and has experience in the magic world." The senior expert I know—that's you, Hiroki."

"So what I want to ask is, are you willing to join my firm?" Naoya asked, with serious and sincere invitations in his eyes, and promised, "I can configure the best computer equipment for you, so that You can flex your muscles freely in the network, no matter what you want to do or research, as long as it is reasonable and feasible, I will fully support you."

"Really, is it okay?" Hiroki looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, as well as the hand that was stretched out to him, and wanted to hold it, but when he was about to touch it, he flinched back .

But Naoya naturally wouldn't give him this chance, grabbed Hiroki's cold little hand, clenched it firmly, looked him straight in the eyes, and said with a smile, "Of course."

"You deserve it, Hiroki."

After hearing the three words 'you are worth it', Hiroki couldn't help but want to shed tears again. He is not a person who is easy to cry. Treating each other coldly and violently, he also suppressed the discomfort in his heart, trying not to care.

But this person in front of him, this boy who was about his age, obviously they only met for the first time, but he was able to give him encouragement and expectation after hearing what happened to him.

Looking at his hand that was firmly held, Hiroki could clearly feel that the warmth in Naoya's palm was slowly passing towards his hand, and gradually spread to his chest following the words the other party said just now In the middle of the heart, the corner of my heart that was originally feeling dull, gradually became soft after being blown by this ray of warmth, like a quilt that has been exposed to the sun, fluffy and warm.

"Willing..." After a moment of silence, Hiroki finally murmured in a low voice, and the other hand also covered the back of Naoya's hand bit by bit, wrapping it tightly, as if wanting to draw strength from it , even though there was still a choked sob in his voice, he still repeated clearly again, "I am willing!"

He was willing to believe in the person in front of him, in what he said, in the inexplicable elder-like tenderness and tolerance in his eyes, and in the hands he was holding tightly at this moment.

But in the next second, a muffled sound resembling thunder came quietly from Hiroki's stomach and echoed in the quiet room, breaking the short silence between the two of them, and also interrupting what Naoya wanted to say words.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't seem to have had dinner yet." Hiroki blushed instantly, clutching his stomach in a hurry, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Naoya.

Why did it happen at such a time... Hiroki closed his eyes tightly, the enthusiasm on his face was still rising, and he was ashamed and annoyed in his heart. If there was a crack in the ground in front of him at this time, I'm afraid he He will try to hide himself like an ostrich to escape the extremely embarrassing situation for him right now.

"Pfft," Naoya couldn't help being amused, probably because he was used to Gojo Gojo's flamboyant and unrestrained appearance on weekdays, and now seeing such an honest, restrained and shy Hiroki suddenly, he felt a sense of youthfulness in his heart. The mentality of the elders taking care of their children quietly began to sprout again, and he said in a warm voice, "You are hungry, just tell me what you want to eat, I will treat you, and I will welcome you to join our office in advance."

"Will it be too much trouble for you?" Hiroki whispered a little embarrassedly, stirring the sheets under his body with his fingers, "I can go home to eat by myself, my father usually prepares a boxed meal for me and puts it in the refrigerator .”

"It's already so late, if you go home slowly to heat up the box lunch, when will you be able to eat it, why don't you come with us," Naoya said a little funny, "And it's not just you, I'm hungry too, so I said No trouble."

"Besides, we're new here, so we're not familiar with the neighborhood, and we don't know which store has good reviews, so we want your help as a temporary guide," Naoya continued, with eyebrows bent, "How about it, is it okay? "

"Okay..." Hiroki stared blankly at Naoya's good-looking eyes, and answered unconsciously. When he realized, Naoya had already put his hands together and made a gesture of gaining momentum. Poses ready to go out.

"Well, I'll clean up first, and you, Hiroki, also go wash your face and wake up, and then we'll eat delicious food together." After saying that, Naoya was about to get out of bed, but he forgot that his body was also He hadn't fully recovered yet, and within a few seconds of standing up, he felt his legs go limp, and he almost fell down. Fortunately, Shi Er stayed by his side and stretched out his hand to stop him, so that Naoya didn't fall down in front of Hiroki Eat mud.

"Are you okay?" Seeing this, Hong Shu heaved a sigh of relief, and retracted most of his outstretched arms, but he was still a little worried, so he couldn't help but said, "If you don't feel well, we can go later. Don't mind me."

"It's okay, I'm just a little hungry and exhausted," Naoya hurriedly turned his head to appease, and urged, "Go and wash up, by the way, before you leave, you can still think about what you want to eat later shop."

Hiroki had no choice but to nod, just as he was about to say yes, he saw another man who was much taller than Naoya, but had a somewhat similar appearance, pulled Naoya's arm and let out a cold snort from his nasal cavity, and then simply lifted Naoya's entire body Get up, let Naoya sit in his arms as he did when he came in.

They looked so close, and their looks were a bit similar. Hiroki looked at the back of the two leaving with some envy, thinking to himself, and couldn't help guessing, are they father and son?

Fortunately, Naoya has been taken away from Hiroki's room by Shier. I don't know what he's thinking in his heart at the moment, otherwise he might change his face immediately. Right now, he is struggling hard, trying to escape from Shier's thick, gnarled arms. Muttering in his mouth, "I'm already healed, I can walk by myself, you let me down!"

Shi Er snorted, and didn't pay much attention to him at all. Naoya's strength, even if he was already the best among his peers, to him, it was nothing more than a car with a mantis arm, and it was not painful or itchy.

"Come on, I can't even stand up, so be honest with me." Shi Er rubbed Zhizai's soft hair, "I'm so hungry that I have no energy... Heh, it's really thanks to you for thinking it out."

"I'm telling the truth. I originally said that after the work was over, He Zhenwang would go to a restaurant for dinner at random. I didn't expect to encounter such a thing." Naoya pursed his mouth and rubbed his already empty stomach, "Speaking of it I haven't even asked, it's so dark outside, what time is it?"

"A quarter past nine, if you sleep a little longer, you can get up and eat the next day's breakfast." Shi Er said indifferently, and gave him a sideways glance. There was no special emotion in his eyes, but Naoya was excited. There were goosebumps for a while, and a little cold sweat unconsciously broke out on the back.

"...I'm sorry," Naoya hesitated for a while, but Naoya still couldn't bear the pressure in Shier's eyes, and softly let out an apology from his mouth, and promised, "There will be no next time."

Regarding this, Shi Er just snorted softly, and didn't say anything more, but Zhizai, who was sitting in his arms, was terrified, as if he could already foresee what would happen to Shi Er in the future days of physical training' Torture 'em up.

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While waiting for Hiroki to wash, Naoya told Gojo Satoru and Mamochi about his plan.

"Do you want to invite that kid to join your office?" After listening to Naoya's words, Mamoko just nodded and had no objection to his young master's arrangement, but Gojo Satoru looked at him suspiciously, He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure? Don't forget, he is an ordinary person who has never been in contact with the magic world."

"How could it be possible for an ordinary person to possess such technology at such a young age?"

Naoya shook his head amusedly, seeing what Gojo Satoru wanted to say, he continued, "Wu, we can't just confine our eyes to the world of conjuration, you should know that in this world besides conjurers, there are also There are many other occupations, and they jointly maintain the operation of this society, and conjurers are not our only choice to set up an exorcising office."

"But to exorcise the curse spirit, what you need most is the conjurer, isn't it?" Gojo Wu was puzzled. "As long as the conjurer is strong enough, he can easily solve all problems. What can other people do?"

If only everything was as simple as you said, Naoya thought helplessly, looking at Gojo Satoru with an innocent face and sincere doubts in front of him, he only felt that there was a long way to go.

"For example, now that the high-level incantations send incantation masters to exorcise the incantation spirits, they will basically need to assist supervisors to communicate and deliver relevant information, right?"

After a pause, Naoya continued to ask, "Then what if, during this process, the high-level conjurer wants to get rid of a certain conjurer for his own benefit, and cooperates with the auxiliary supervisor to deliberately make the originally very dangerous first-level or even special-level The curse spirit, lied to be the second or third level, and handed over to the conjurer who only has the second or third level?"

Wujo Wu, who was a little absent-minded just now, couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, and was just about to refute that it was impossible, but when he thought of the group of old men at the top of the spell...

Seeing that the other party was lost in thought, Naoya knew that his words had worked, smiled, and continued his efforts, "Wu, you and I both know that the number of conjurers is pitifully small, and those who are connected with each other and can exchange information in time, There are even fewer, and the only source of news for most conjurers can almost only rely on auxiliary supervision."

"Not all conjurers are as strong as you, Wu," Naoya lowered his eyes and said slowly, "When a commoner conjurer with no family power and born in an ordinary family was framed by a high-level plan, he met someone who surpassed himself. If there is a spell spirit within the scope of his ability, then there is only one result waiting for him in the end."

The answer is of course self-evident.

For a while, the room fell into a silence, no one spoke, Zhen Wang lowered his eyes and closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, but Shier, after listening to the possibility described by Naoya, raised the corners of his mouth coldly, There was a dark color in his eyes.

"...Then what do these have to do with the other ordinary people you mentioned?" After a long silence, Gojo Wu asked in a deep voice, but this time, his blue eyes were more serious than before.

"Of course it does," Naoya raised his eyebrows and said, "If there are professional computer technicians who can develop a network platform for all conjurers that is exclusive to the conjurers themselves, can exchange messages in real time, and even locate in real time, then the originally scattered The conjurers who have become sand can gather together."

"There is a proverb in China that goes, 'As many people gather firewood, a flame burns taller', which probably means this."

As he said that, Naoya stretched out a finger in his left hand, but fully extended his right hand, and gestured to Gojo Gojo, "You see, a person's strength is limited, no matter how strong he is, he might just pierce through a huge monster It's just an empty hole, but if it's a group of people," Naoya paused, and clenched his right hand into a fist, "it's possible to completely flatten it and even...overthrow everything."

"This is only a computer-related occupation, not to mention other fields, such as doctors," Naoya smiled, "After all, there are very few conjurers who have reverse spells. If there are experienced doctors who can help you in time Seriously injured conjurers carry out emergency treatment, and if the implementation of the reversal spell is delayed, the high death rate of conjurers should be able to be reduced."

"Although these are just my rough ideas, the specific implementation still needs to be considered a lot, but..." Looking at Gojo Satoru who was silent again, Naoya paused, and asked softly, "What do you think? How about it, Wu?"