I play the piano in the comprehensive world

Probably the most painful thing about learning is that you think you remember it, but you don't seem to remember it.

The 5-year-old dog came home with professional words stuffed in his head, and felt that those words were floating away from his head when he was sleeping.

Learning is useless, learning is useless.

After finishing the study, his cognition of the world is wrong. Gou Juanjing can't help but stare at the sky in a daze after learning half of it. The naked eyes can't observe the distant celestial bodies outside the atmosphere, even his eyes. You can only see some messy energy trajectories and curse spirits like floating garbage.

Spicy eyes.

The most frightening thing is that the great magician still fooled him: "Children (magic apprentices) at this age are learning these things. If they don't know anything, it will be difficult to have a (magician's) future in the future."

Dog Juanjing:! !

He didn't know that he had no magical blood, so he had no chance to learn magic.

The magic world is even more complicated than the magic world. Conjurers don't have natural incantations and can use spells to fight. Magicians, without magic talents, can't even drive magic props, and there is no possibility of becoming a magician.

I don't know the sinister puppy roll in the world, I believe it.

This is probably the first time that Gou Juanjing realized how convoluted the introverted father often complained about.

This world has not let go of even 5-year-old children!

Forced to do nothing, he realized the importance of reviewing.

The child turned out the picture book used for drawing in the kindergarten, tore out two blank pages, and began to write.

This is Gou Juanjing's first time writing.Kindergarten life is simple. There is only one lesson about characters every day, and only students are required to recognize or not to write. Most of the time they are learning various nursery rhymes, drawing, and free games.

Only when you really start writing do you know how delicate writing is.

Every time I read Kulo Lido's handwriting, it is easy and beautiful to write.He writes in Japanese, and he writes the signboard of the psychological clinic himself. It is beautiful and praised by Goujuan’s parents. Goujuanjing even saw someone specially come to take a photo with the signboard; when writing in English, he loves cursive style. Writing is like painting, a work of art suitable for display in museums.

Gou Juanjing looked at what he wrote, and then thought of Culolido's, and was deeply ugly.

The child looks at his little hands, and then at his own words.

So big and so ugly.

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He silently memorized the calligraphy lesson in his heart, and planned to ask Mr. Culolido for extra lessons.

Gou Juanjing, who thought he could finish writing in one page, tore another five pages from the drawing book, and the drawing book suddenly became thinner.

What he didn't notice was that the light covered by Clowrido was gradually becoming more conspicuous at this time, and it was very conspicuous to some residents of the dark system. A certain huge "eye" above Yokohama cast its gaze on Passed over, and when he was about to find the target, he was blocked again.

……

The night sky in Tokyo in the evening is gorgeous, and the last afterglow of the sun has dyed the sky into a magnificent purple. A little orange.Soon this bit of purple faded, slowly turning towards orange-red, and after half an hour, the afterglow of the sun was exhausted, and all the colors would be dimmed.

The gathering place of Yuko Ichihara and Culolido moved from the back garden downstairs to the roof of the small red building, where the two leading figures in the magic world sat here to enjoy the scenery and drink tea.The man still had the immovable smile, but the woman looked impatient, her slender legs stretched out from the border of the kimono, and there was a clog that was half inseparable between her feet.

There is no wine in my mouth, and I always feel tasteless.

Yuko Ichihara got drunk two days ago and slept for a full day and night. When she woke up, there was a creation of a bespectacled boy with a cold face, holding sober stones and sober tea, waiting at the door of the room, as if owed 80 yuan.

Not really cute.

Ichihara Yuko pinched Kerberos's tail fluff ball boredly.

The poor golden lion was forced to maintain the size of a doll.

Drinking moment, hangover crematorium.

The hangover headache still persisted, and the special wine provided by Culolido was not something that sobering tea could relieve.

With her chin propped up, she leaned against the small wooden round table. Her long hair covered half of the table with her movements, and the two people present didn't care.

She looked lazily without sitting, and casually glanced at this Tokyo where gods and demons danced wildly.

She suspected that the glasses were intimidating her, but she couldn't find any definite evidence.

The two competed silently, neither of them willing to speak first.In the end, the witch couldn't take it anymore, she rolled her eyes after carrying her back, and picked up a topic at random: "Your cute little disciple seems to have a nice pet at home."

Clow Rido, who won, rolled his eyes, "It's so cute, isn't it?"

From the corner of Ichihara Yuko's eyes, she could only see the great magician put down the teacup.

The blue ceramic cup is decorated with a circle of patterns, just like the pattern of thorns clinging to the thorns, circling along the mouth of the teacup, looking barbaric and wanton.

In the other world, all names have meanings.

"You didn't tell that child about such a dangerous move."

In the absence of rituals, re-enacting the experimental records of the magician, ranging from injuries to severe backlashes, and this kind of abnormality is too big for the current world, as bright as a child crossing the market with money.

He actually allowed his disciples to make such dangerous moves!

What's more, Culolido obviously didn't tell him anything!

Ichihara Yuko rolled her eyes.

After being surprised, I felt, ahhh, this is what Clowrido would do.

This world is at the point in time when the inner world is gradually receding. If there is no accident that breaks the process, now is the time for the inner world to return to the light. The sign is the appearance of [Six Eyes] and the corresponding recovery of monsters—this is also the reason why Ku Lorido and the reason why she can appear here now.

After the other world has completely retired, here is the world ruled by technology.

No magic, no monsters, and no filth.

Likewise, illusions cease to exist.

The moment humans set foot on the moon, they killed Chang'e and the Moon Rabbit. *

For the other world, it is like gradually stepping into an ice age, and all related existences are desperately absorbing the last bit of nutrients, so that they are more likely to survive the harsh winter.

Just now, that child, like a spotlight, was about to show his fangs and plunder all the free power in this area.

Before he had grown up enough.

So—what on earth did Crowrido want to put that child here for?

"Occasionally such dangers are also a part of life." Culolido looked at the gradually darkening sky in front of him leisurely. After the Golden Umbrella fell in the west, the brilliant colors quickly calmed down, and the unique gray sky in Tokyo regained his sight. "It's okay, I've already taken precautions."

"Obviously there are more and better choices." Yuko Ichihara complained.

Go to a better place, choose a better world.

You can choose it at dawn to welcome the dazzling sunrise.

Ichihara Yuko couldn't appreciate the dirty air and bad sky in Tokyo, and the big black thing in the southwest.

"For him, this is the best world."

But Clowrido can tolerate even these terrible places.

"Don't look at him like this now, he is actually a very gentle and lovely child."

Ichihara Yuko sighed: "But even he himself forgot, what's wrong with becoming a selfish and cold person? Gentle children will have a particularly hard life."

"I also think it's cute that you are duplicity."

Ichihara Yuko shivered and rubbed her arms.Crow Rido is really talented in disgusting her. "You are so disgusting!"

Crowley smiled and skipped the topic: "Nothing happens by chance."

"—There is only necessity, isn't it?"*

Ichihara Yuko kicked her long legs, held the two clogs on her feet in her hand, stood up barefoot, and took a deep breath, all of which was the turbid smell of Tokyo.

"Cut." The witch was upset.

But helpless.

Some things are already predestined.

The witch believes in fate, but hates fate.

"Perhaps it will be different when you come next time." The great magician seemed to have seen through many possible futures and found the only future. "The world is always full of surprises, isn't it?"

Yuko tilted her head to look at him.

She discovered that the man standing at the top of the spiral of fate was actually serious.

A long time ago, all the world had no secrets in their eyes. During the long period of time, Ichihara Yuko was also tired of those endings that could be seen through at a glance, and gave up unnecessary struggles.

Only this time, the interest from a long time ago was aroused by Clow Rido again.

"Then I'll wait and see."

Ichihara Yuko finally cheered up, raised her hands, and stretched.

"Ah, as expected, I just don't like this place." Without turning her head, she waved her hand at Clow Rido casually, "Then see you next time, sinister glasses guy."

The water vapor around Ichihara Yuko gradually condensed, forming a water wave covering her figure, the rich color belonging to Ichihara Yuko gradually faded, and the water that came out of nowhere seemed to be held in the hand, and was once again affected by gravity , splashing water all over the place.

Crowley waited for her to disappear completely before saying softly, "See you next time."

"Yuko."

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The author has something to say:

*Japanese calligraphy can be roughly divided into two categories according to the artistic style: the 読売 style (classical technique school) and the daily style (modern avant-garde style).

*From Horror - Pet Shop.

*From Yuko's catchphrase.