After the leader of He Sen

"Sister, long time no see!" Yuren raised his hand to greet me, he is still very energetic, it seems that the unconventional life of the conjurer did not bring him any psychological problems.

"Yuhito too, long time no see." Since leaving the high school of conjuration, the communication with him was limited to the wedding blessing on Le.

I was very happy to see him, but the person standing next to me was not so happy. Lin Taro didn't move much, and it could even be said that he turned into a wooden man, but there was a gloomy smell lingering around him.

I took the initiative to hold Rintaro's hand tightly and introduced to them: "This is my husband."

His expression was hesitant for a moment, then he held my hand back and smiled at them: "Hello."

"Oh, hello." Yuren touched the back of his head and nodded towards Mori Ogai, then patted the shoulder of the boy next to him, "Sister Lixiang, let me introduce you, this is our freshman Yoshino Junpei! "

In this way, the number of first-year students has changed from three to four. It seems that only one person has increased, but the calculated ratio has increased by one-third. It is really gratifying.

"Hi Yoshino-kun."

This child has a relatively introverted personality, and was a little caught off guard when he was suddenly introduced by Yuren, his face was a little red: "Hey... ah... hello, Miss Lixiang."

Probably felt that it was inappropriate to call me like Youruhito when we met suddenly, so he waved his hands in a panic: "Ah...no...I mean..."

"It's okay, just call me Miss Lixiang, I don't mind."

"...Okay." After that, there was silence again.

"Youren, did you come here to receive the task of getting rid of the curse spirit?" I glanced upstairs, the hotel is a place where people come and go, it is easy to breed negative emotions, it is not surprising that the curse spirit appears .

Knotweed put his hands in his pockets, looking relaxed, "Yes, but now the mission is over, we are preparing to go back, sister Lixiang doesn't have to worry."

"That's good." It seems that the danger level of this curse spirit is not high, and there are no signs of injury on their bodies, and even the traces of fighting can't be caught.

"Sister Lixiang, are you here for vacation?" Little Tiger asked, blinking his eyes.

"No, I just happened to be here on something." I paused, "Is everyone okay?"

"Well! They are all very good! They are healthy and can eat two bowls of white rice every meal!"

Yoshino Junpei lowered his voice, put his right hand in the shape of a trumpet and put it close to the knotweed: "That's not what she asked."

"Really?" Knotweed frowned and stretched his eyebrows again, "But a good appetite means a good mood, so it's not wrong to understand that, right?"

"That's right."

"Sister Lixiang, how long are you going to stay in Tokyo? Do you want to go to the High School of Conjuration?"

Mori Ogai, who has remained silent all this time, finally spoke: "We are leaving tomorrow morning, and we have something to do in the afternoon. Time is tight, so we can't go."

The short sentences are closely connected, neat and tidy, and it seems that I don't bother to say one more word.

Knotweed looked at me a little disappointed: "Is that so?"

Mori Ogai's hands tightened.

"That's it, I'm sorry, I'll come to you again next time." Having said that, my eyes glanced at the soft curve of Mori Ogai's side face, and it might be quite difficult to find this opportunity.

Knotweed and his new classmate have other tasks, so after a few simple chats, this meeting will be concluded.

Back in the hotel room, I was a little worried, "Rintaro, I heard Mr. Gojo say that Tokyo has more magic spirits than Yokohama. Next time we come, remember to bring the glasses that can see magic spirits."

"Yes." He replied, "I will remember to bring it next time."

Neither he nor I can see the curse spirit, but the little butterfly can at least protect my safety, but whether Lin Taro's ability has an attack effect on the curse spirit is still unknown.

"You stay closer to me. If you accidentally encounter a curse spirit, I can protect you." Saying that "I" can protect him is really flattering himself. It is Little Butterfly who can really protect us.

Mori Ogai didn't mind the "high self-esteem" in my wording, and said flatteringly: "Okay, Tokyo is so scary, Lixiang has to stay by my side and do a good job of protecting it."

He grabbed my left hand, and his fingers landed on the tooth marks left by Gojo Satoru in high school.That's right, the mark still hasn't disappeared, Gojo Satoru's bite force is not a joke.

How many months has it been.

Mori Ogai's fingers gently slid over it, itching.

"Rintaro, do you mind this scar?"

If there are traces left by other girls on his body, I will definitely mind.

"I can go to the hospital for scar repair and get rid of this mark... Mmm."

kissed.

"Lixiang, if you spoil me like this all the time, I will become terrible." He deliberately pretended to be fierce to emphasize the degree: "It's super scary."

"Wow, I'm so scared." I pretended to cooperate, grabbed my neckline, and shivered.

We stalemate for a few seconds.

Mori Ogai was the first to lose.

"There's really nothing I can do about you." He leaned his head on my shoulder dejectedly.

"So, this trace..."

"It's okay." Mori Ogai's furry head slid down from his shoulders, rubbing against his chest, rubbing left and right, "That's in the past, I now have Lixiang's long, long future. "

I greedily ate half a cup of Buffy ice cream before dinner, so I didn't have extra stomach capacity to store food during dinner, and I only tasted a little bit of each dish.

"It's rare for Lixiang to be greedy for dessert, so I'll make an exception. Next time, I'll have a good meal." Mori Ogai could only say helplessly when he saw that I put down the knife and fork prematurely.

For the first time, I met Kishibe Rohan-sensei for the first time in my life.

I've only seen it in magazines before.He dresses so avant-garde, not at all like a comic writer who spends his days working on his sketches.

The dark green hair was styled with hairspray, and shaped like a blown broom head. I'm really sorry for Kishibe Rohan-sensei, but I really can't think of a better metaphor.

There is a jagged purple-red headband wrapped around his forehead. I seldom see boys with earrings. Kishibe Rohan-sensei is one of the rare ones, and the shape of the pendant is still the end of a pen.

There was a long queue in front of his booth.

Lin Taro is not a fan of his books, so naturally he has no interest in queuing up, but in order to accompany me, he still bought books at another booth not far away to read.

After a while, he turned his gaze to look at me.

Over time, I slowly moved from the very tail of the line, to the middle, and then to the head.

So nervous.It was really nervous to meet my favorite manga artist up close for the first time.

Can I ask him to write a message?No, no, he is not as transparent as me. He has signed for several hours today, so how can he have the time and energy to write things other than his name.

Be content, be content, just get your signature.

It's my turn.

I was very nervous when queuing, but when I sat in front of Mr. Kishibe Rohan, I felt the most relaxed.Or maybe it was too tense to be tense any longer.

The teacher's eyes are slightly lighter than her hair, a clear emerald color.

He propped his chin up and looked over lazily, "Can I just sign my name?"

As soon as I heard it, I became refreshed, and asked cautiously: "Can I sign anything else?"

"It's not allowed, but you can make an exception." The pen in his hand is exactly the same as his earrings.

Luck came to me.

"Thank you, Mr. Kishi! Then please write..." It was over, my brain crashed because I was too excited, and I couldn't think of what sentence I should ask the teacher to write.

While I was hesitating, he had already signed his name on the page, and made a decision for me in a considerate manner: "Can I draw your profile picture?"

"Yes - yes." The concentration of happiness is too high to faint.

The most respected cartoonist draws my avatar. This is a one-in-a-million rare lottery benefit.

So, I was fortunate to witness Kishibe Rohan's painting scene with my own eyes. It didn't take me half a minute, and the sound of waving my arms was all regular "咻咻咻".

Dazzled, I got the signature and the headshot that almost occupied the entire blank title page.

After thanking him again, I took the book and ran towards Lin Taro to share with him the first-hand painting of Mr. Kishi.

He looked at the head portrait on that page, and said in a rare tone of admiration: "The painting is really good, and Lixiang's expression is captured very accurately."

The ink on the book was still wet, and Mori Ogai was worried that closing the pages too early would spoil the portrait, so he left the book open.

"Are you happy to get your idol's autograph?"

"Happy!" I have already written happiness on my face and body language.

The trip to Tokyo, which was supposed to be purely made of "happy" stuffing, turned sour after returning to Yokohama.

Someone secretly took a picture of me at the venue and put it on Twitter, with a pseudonym and the tag of this signing event. The number of retweets and likes of the original tweet continued to increase, and at the same time, my fans grew wildly.

I watched the number of fans and private messages increase by several hundred after one refresh on my phone, and I felt complicated.

Obviously they are not my readers, but ordinary members of the Appearance Association.

I casually looked at the private messages, and they either took photos and asked me if it was my own, or they sent some low-quality words, and some children happily congratulated me on the rapid growth of fans.

In short, there is a mess of things mixed in.

Editor Chiwei quickly contacted me via le: [I'm really sorry, I promised Teacher Lili that no photos would be leaked, but I didn't expect this to happen, I'm really sorry. 】

I said sorry twice.

[The organizer has already contacted the person who posted the photo to request deletion. Teacher Lili will wait for a while. 】

It can't be their fault, after all, there are so many people at the scene, and they can't monitor in real time if others don't take pictures.

Just shoot it, and put it on the Internet and tag it in a fair manner.

It's almost impossible to guard against.

The wide-brimmed fedora hat that Rintaro bought for me before coming to Tokyo was to cover my face. During the signing process, I only took it off once to adjust my eyesight. I didn’t know that the person who took the photo took care of the gap of more than ten seconds.

The organizer acted quickly, and those photos were quickly deleted.My fan growth rate has also slowed down visibly.

"Show me." Mori Ogai took my phone, clicked on a message at random, and his face sank instantly.

"What was posted?" I leaned over to find out.

He immediately pressed the off button, and the phone screen went black, "It's nothing, Lixiang don't look at dirty things."