It's a power, not a spell

"...Are you free?"

"Um... guess what?"

Ignoring his laughter when he answered the wrong question, Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed out directly, "You just came back from outside, right? You can smell the curse spirit clearly on your body."

"Is that so... I've already taken a bath, can I still smell it?" Gojo Satoru lowered his head and sniffed suspiciously, but there was only the refreshing aroma of shower gel on the tip of his nose, and then he reacted, showing a distressed expression of being deceived .

"Zhong Ye actually cheated!"

The expression on the wife's face when she saw her trusted husband actually had more than a dozen women outside was nothing more than that.

Zhong Yuanzhong also twitched the corners of his mouth for his exaggerated performance, "How long have you been awake? Your spirit has become abnormal!"

"Not long...probably."

You can clearly see dark circles under your eyes.Originally, there wasn’t much rest time, and Gojo Satoru used some of it to honor what he said that day——“The teacher will take Zhongya out to breathe fresh air every morning!”

Nakahara Chuya thought it was just a joke when he said it under such circumstances.

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru was unexpectedly a very responsible guy.

"...Since you are very busy, remove these things that are in the way, and I will help."

Although the bone he injured before has not healed, it will not affect his actions after the plaster is removed. Gojo Satoru let him go as soon as possible. The former will not have to waste time pushing the wheelchair every morning, and he will have more combat power. It can also be a lot easier.

"No, it's not possible." Gojo Gojo made a cross, "Cakaya hasn't corrected his mistakes yet. I don't want my lovely students to leave school in good condition, and then send back a corpse at night...or there is no corpse left Down."

"……whispering sound."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his face away and looked at the bare treetops not far away.

Of course he knew what the "mistake" the other party was talking about.Although Nakahara didn't think it was wrong, but if you want to refute Gojo Satoru... what he is worst at is dealing with other people's concerns, and he always feels guilty and guilty.So whether it was a bandage wrapped like a mummy, or a cast and wheelchair that got in the way, he didn't say anything and just let the other party arrange it.

He is not the kind of liar Dazai Osamu who doesn't blush and doesn't beat his heart. He can't say that he violated his inner promise, so he can't lie about that he will never do that again, so as to gain freedom.

Besides, Gojo Satoru wouldn't believe it even if he said that.

"Hey, I'm tired of visiting school, take me back to the dormitory, and then do whatever you want, don't bother me."

"Hey... Zhong also cares about me, so touched." Although he said it very bluntly.

"Huh?! Even if I care about when the ants move, I don't care about you! Anyone who sees this kind of scenery every day will get tired of it!"

Well, I'm ashamed.

Gojo Satoru smiled lightly, and spoke before Zhong Yuan Zhong also became angry from embarrassment.

"Over there." He pointed with his finger.

"what?"

A few days ago, on a bare tree, tiny flower buds grew.

Zhongyuan Zhong also narrowed his eyes to make a careful identification, and said uncertainly: "Sakura?"

"That's right, it will be time for the cherry blossoms to bloom soon. I think... there should be ten days left, and the earliest batch will bloom."

"so what?"

"Isn't it something to look forward to witnessing the process of cherry blossoms from bud to bloom?"

"Ha..." No matter what age Nakahara Chuya is, he doesn't have such leisurely mind.If you have time to do such boring things, why not collect more supplies, or read some documents, or send out a few field missions.

Gojo Satoru looked at the buds, suddenly smiled, and his eyes fell on the orange hair on Zhongya's head, "In March, I will take Zhongya to enjoy the cherry blossoms."

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "..."

He raised his head, and looked at the young man looking down through the original sunglasses for a moment, with a slight arc on his lips, "Okay, but I don't want to go in a wheelchair, that would be too disappointing."

"Yes." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers crisply, his brows and eyes curved.

"Anything else?"

"Ok?"

The ochre-haired boy lowered his head, his soft hair brushed the back of his neck and fell into the collar of his white shirt. The sun left a bright white on the black collar.

On the right arm of the opponent, he forcibly applied a layer of plaster that would only affect his movement, but he still insisted on wearing clothes that should not be put on or off. He almost thought that white shirts were the only thing in his closet.

"It's okay, I'll go back to the dormitory."

Wujo Wujo was stunned for a moment, maybe he really lacked sleep, he thought.

So he pushed the boy in the wheelchair back the same way, and then said goodbye at the door of the dormitory.

"……Hey."

Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks and turned around, "?"

"I'll lend you the bed." The young man turned his face away unnaturally, but turned his red ears towards him, "Anyway, I've been lying on the bed long enough, so I'll take advantage of you this time."

"Ah..." Gojo Satoru swallowed what he was about to say in time, otherwise Zhongyuan Zhong would definitely drive him out angrily.

In other words, isn't Zhongyuan Zhongye's attitude towards him too conniving recently?

Walking into the dormitory, Gojo Satoru's sleepy brain suddenly remembered something, "I almost forgot this..."

He yawned, walked to the bed in a familiar way, opened the bedside cabinet, and took out a familiar gift box.

"I prepared it for Chuya before, but I didn't give it to you that day, and I've been forgetting it since. But it's been so many days, and Chuya didn't even find out by himself."

"I don't use that cabinet very much." Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips, raised his left hand to catch the box thrown by the other party, "Anyway, thanks."

"Well, you're welcome." Gojo Satoru bent his lower lip, relaxed his muscles and lay on his back on the bed, closing his eyes.

Although that gift was originally bought by him to thank Chuya Nakahara.

Thank you, I didn't expect this word to be put together with him one day.

After all, he was the one who said 'I am the only one' when I was young.He was gifted with extraordinary talent since he was a child, and he has never experienced any setbacks in the growth of ordinary people. His strength has grown at a frightening speed, and he has never failed to get what he wants. It is normal for Gojo Satoru to grow up like this and have a more selfish personality. .

Gratitude refers to the feelings that the helped party has towards the helper.

Wujo Satoru has always only had the experience of being the latter.But, well... it doesn't feel like a nuisance.

Rather, it is quite novel.

Turning over, the round sunglasses were casually thrown aside, the young man lay on his side with his arms pillowed on his head, his long legs slightly bent.

Coupled with his beautiful and outrageous face, from Chuya Nakahara's perspective, it should be the beauty falling asleep - if it wasn't for the beauty not taking off her shoes.

... Tsk.

Silently smacking his lips, Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered that when he woke up and returned to the dormitory that day, the bed had exactly the same stains as this time.

At that time, Gojo Satoru was very active and took the initiative to help change the bed sheets. Nakahara also lamented that this guy had finally become a human being, so he didn't think much about it.Now it seems that this is not a human being, it is clearly another discovery of conscience after being improper.

He clenched his fist involuntarily, but felt the edges and corners of paper.

Looking down at the gift box in his hand, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath—forget it... let him go for the time being this time.

Although he was curious about what was in the box, Zhong Yuanzhong didn't open it immediately. He put the gift box on the table and left the dormitory while turning the wheelchair with one hand.

He wasn't interested in staying there to watch Gojo Satoru sleep, and a guy like him would never be able to fall asleep if there was someone next to him.

The door of the dormitory is the verandah. Walk forward and go down three stairs to leave the dormitory building. In the past, when Nakahara Nakaya went down the stairs, Gojo Satoru would hold him by the handle of the wheelchair and lift him down.

The free coolie should be asleep by now.

The left hand supported the side armrest, one foot hooked the wheelchair, and the arm supported the body and the wheelchair, and then fell smoothly on the ground below. Zhongyuan Zhong also released the hand on the armrest, and then turned the wheelchair to continue moving forward.

The scenery along the way is the same as usual, scattered and barren, except for... the buds on the cherry trees.

The young man stopped under the cherry blossom tree, leaning his back against the back of the wheelchair behind him, relaxed his head, resting his head on the top of the soft backrest, and carefully looked at the hidden flower buds among the treetops.

Didn't find anything to look forward to.

Probably he just has no romantic cells.

"Central Plains."

"Principal Night Moth."

Noctua Zhengdao nodded, his eyes swept across the plaster of Zhongyuan Zhongye's right arm and left leg, and finally fell on Zhongyuan Zhongye's raised face.

Cuteness is indeed very cute, or too cute...but it shouldn't be for the sake of Gojo Satoru taking special care of it-for a moment, his thoughts went astray.

No, of course he wouldn't believe Wutiao Wu's nonsense, Ye Mozheng coughed dryly, "Where is Wu Tiao?"

"sleeping."

"He went back?"

"No...he's in my dormitory."

Night Moth said rightly: ...?

"It's just a temporary loan for him to rest. The guy's dark circles have reached the point where he can't ignore it." Nakahara Zhongya explained, "Are conjurers so busy with their work?"

Even Zhongyuan Zhong, who is known as the first model worker, feels so busy, one can imagine how miserable it is.

But... In fact, Wu also had a dormitory in the high school, although he thought the bed was too hard and didn't live in it a few times.

Swallowing this sentence silently, Noctua said rightly.

"It's just that Wuhui is like this. Ashamed to say, the profession of conjurers has always been in a state of serious shortage of manpower, and there are only three special grades (one of them has never taken a job), not to mention that when facing curses, not anyone People are as relaxed as enlightenment..."

Injury and death are commonplace, and almost every conjurer has experienced the death of a companion.

Needless to say, death, injury will also make the conjurer lose the ability to fight for a period of time. Usually, it is fine. When the incantation spirit does not appear frequently, everyone can take care of it, but once it reaches the peak period, almost only Can rely on Wujo enlightenment.

"Is that so..."

Ye Mozheng followed his upward gaze, "It's time for the cherry blossoms to bloom."

"Well, that guy said he's going to enjoy cherry blossoms next week."

Sakura viewing, who?Gojo Wu?

Night Moth Zhengdao couldn't understand the meaning of the former for a while.

"...He said it?" Is Wujo Satoru such a lazy guy?

"He said it." Not feeling how much impact his words had on the middle-aged man in front of him, Nakahara asked, "Do you have any requirements for participating in the work of exorcising the curse?"

"As long as you are a conjurer, there is no problem if you have this intention.——You mean..."

"Can't you?"