It's a power, not a spell

"Sure enough, it should be washed out..."

"...Which one should I wash?"

I don't want to discard every single one, but if all of them are washed out, it would be too much.

Zenyuan Maki, who came to the classroom the next day, asked for advice from two classmates who took pictures together.

The panda who came over curiously felt that he had been betrayed when he saw this and felt a huge blow, "You, you..."

Zenyuan Maki comforted: "Well, there is nothing to do in the mall, let's take a group photo together at school."

"Group photo? Does the teacher have a share?"

Gojo Satoru, who entered the classroom at some point, spoke enthusiastically.

Zenyuan Maki: "No!"

"Eh?! The teacher will be sad, cry for you."

In the end we did it together.

Four first-year students, and their missing teacher who often disappeared.

"Of course you have to pose with the timeless classic pose when you take a photo—scissorhands! Come on." The adults were more excited than the children.

Among the four students, only Panda cooperatively compared a non-standard scissorhand with his paw, so the other three got Gojo Satoru's puzzled gaze.

Zenyuan Maki expressed disdain for his old-fashioned style, and put on her favorite ose.

"This is the classic that is popular now, you are outdated."

"Then..." Gojo Satoru turned his face to the dog Curlthorn, who preferred the cool style.

He folded his arms and rejected Gojo Satoru's scissorhands: "Dried bonito."

then……

Sensing the presence of the sight on his body, Nakahara Chuya twitched his eyebrows and refused decisively.

"Hey...why is this..." Gojo Satoru's voice became even more resentful.

"It's started." Chanyuan Maki set up the camera, and stood between Gou Juji and Nakahara Chuya. Behind them were the relatively large panda and Gojo Satoru.

Because of the wide size of the panda, he took up the space between two people, so the standing position at this time is - the panda stands behind Zenyuan Maki and Gou Juanji, and Gojo Satoru stands behind Nakahara Nakaya.

"three two……"

One second before the end of the countdown, Gojo Satoru hooked his waist slightly so that his arms could wrap around Nakahara Chuya's shoulders from the front. Put the index finger and middle finger apart with one hand at the same time, like a standard scissors hand.

The panda, who had received the hint before, also acted at the same time. He opened his arms and embraced the two people in front of him from left to right, and made them lean to the middle. At the same time, he bent his legs and dived, bringing the three faces together.

Click.

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Zhong Yuan, who got up the next day, also found a white rectangular card suspected of being a small advertisement on the floor at the door.He bent down to pick it up, only took a look, and immediately became angry.

Turning the card over is a photo, on which Gojo Satoru and the panda are smiling happily, while the three people in front...

If Gojo Satoru hadn't slipped so fast yesterday that he even took the camera away, he would absolutely, absolutely kill that guy.

"...Five bastards."

The same scene happened in three places this morning.They ground their teeth staring at the photo, and finally put it away.

Forget it... Another day, let's buy a picture frame.

Today's training is still in charge of Zhongya Nakahara, Wujo Wu disappeared without a trace.

This time, it is said that he is on a business trip abroad, and I am afraid it will take some time before we can see anyone.

Today is April 29th.

... and nothing special.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips lightly, and pulled the collar around his neck.

It seems to be a little tight today, and I feel a little short of breath.

……

"Curse Master?"

Yidizhi nodded, and handed him the slightly heavier document in his hand, "Yes. A well-known curse master who is wanted internationally, belongs to Japanese nationality, and recently joined a dangerous criminal organization, causing a lot of trouble abroad. Ordinary people die."

"He came to Japan?"

"Exactly. The special public security department has searched his traces in the monitoring of Tokyo Airport. Although it was only a short time, there is no doubt that that person has come to this country." Yi Dizhi lifted up his glasses that had fallen off.

"The content of this mission is: With the assistance of the police, kill the curse master "virtuoso" before he causes irreparable damage in Tokyo. "

The word kill didn't change the boy's expression in the slightest: "I see."

"Because of traffic problems, it's more convenient to live nearby. Of course, you don't need to pay for all expenses during this period. Here is the room card of the hotel. I will drive you there and handover with the previous person in charge. " Yi Dizhi subconsciously pushed his glasses and asked after a pause.

"Do you need to prepare?"

"No, let's go directly."

Sitting in the back seat of Yidizhi's car, Zhongyuan Zhongye's eyes were dim, looking out the window at the scene of the car flying backwards, inexplicably, he was a little concerned about the "foreign country" in Yidizhi's words.

—— "So, the last person in charge refers to you guy?"

Wujo Wu, who was only wearing short sleeves on his upper body, was leaning against the head of the bed. It was said that he put down the half-read book in his hand, and supported the bed with one hand to prop up his body.The neckline, which was a bit wide even for his size, slid to one side, barely hanging over his shoulders.

The white-haired young man yawned lazily, rubbing the liquid from the corner of his eyes with his other hand, "It's so slow."

He rushed over as soon as he received the mission.Zhongyuanzhong also didn't want to argue with him about his speed changing from time to time, because he absolutely couldn't speak against this childish and shameless guy.So he chose to talk about business.

"Don't talk nonsense, hand over. Then leave quickly."

Gojo Satoru let go of his arms, lay down on the bed again, took out the half-read book from under his waist, and continued to read.

"Hey."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, and looked over the edge of the sunglasses to Nakahara Nakaya, who was walking to the bed, "I rushed back from abroad overnight, and I didn't rest for a moment. I was so tired that I was dying."

He himself went on a business trip abroad just for the curse master, but he didn't expect that guy to go to Tokyo as soon as he got off the plane, and the two of them passed by in the sky. , It's just exhausting.After finally dismissing the group of guys, they flew back to the country, and then received the news that they were going to act with the guys from the police.

So the idea of ​​going on strike immediately came to mind.

"Ah, by the way. This is not actually your task. You were called to replace me."

——Through threatening Yizhi.

"what?!"

"Because Chuya would definitely refuse if he said it directly, right? 'Let that guy do his own work', like that."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

He smiled on the surface and said, "Since you know me so well, you must have thought of a way to prevent me from beating you up in the next second and then go back to the college?"

"Of course." Gojo Satoru didn't blush at all, he nodded and stretched out his finger, "Look over there."

"what?"

Taking advantage of the moment when Nakahara was distracted, Gojo Satoru threw away the boring book, turned around with his hands as support, changed from lying on the head of the bed to a half-squat, and then his leg muscles instantly exerted strength, and he came to Zhongyuan in an instant In front of Zhongye.

He didn't feel the killing intent, not to mention that this guy's sudden convulsions didn't happen once or twice, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn't move at all, waiting to see what Gojo Satoru would do again.

No matter what he wants to do this time, it will not make him...

Gojo Satoru was sprinting, and Gojo Satoru was in front of him, and Gojo Satoru passed by.

--Uh?

The strong wind lifted Zhongya Zhongya's broken hair, and it was pressed down by something under the hood.

The boy subconsciously pressed the top of his head, surprised by the familiar yet unfamiliar touch.

He turned to look at Gojo Satoru who was standing behind him, with a complicated expression on his face, he opened his mouth but made no sound.

Gojo Satoru, who was facing him, smiled, "It's a birthday present."

"...Well, thanks."

Zhongyuan Zhong also held down the hat road.

"I finally found a style that Chuya likes after searching in the store for a long time, so as a reward——I leave the task to you!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

This guy.

What 'finally found a style that Chuya likes', 'as a reward'... really worthy of Gojo Satoru.

However, this hat really suits Nakahara Chuya's heart. Although it is not the same style as the one he has been wearing for nearly ten years, because of its material, it feels very suitable when it is covered by hands.Besides, he is not a nostalgic person, and there is no nostalgic plot that must be exactly the same as before.

Therefore, Zhongyuan Zhong also put down his hands and said, "Yes."

"I knew it was the best!" Gojo Satoru cheered, but when he rushed forward, he was pushed away by the red-haired boy who pushed his face in disgust. hold the idea.

It's a birthday after all.Always take care of the birthday star's feelings.

Gojo Satoru stood up straight, crossed the Central Plains and lay back on the spacious bed, flipping through the books he had just thrown away.

In the end, he still couldn't find it, so Gojo Satoru gave up, and turned to Nakahara Chuya who was standing by the bed: "Do you want to sleep?"

He smiled and patted the empty seat beside him.

"... Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also had difficulty understanding his thoughts, "Aren't you going back?"

Want to share a bed with him?What a joke, how could I sleep with so many people around me!

"I don't want to~ If I go back, it will be meaningless to ask Zhong Zhong to help me complete the task, and there will definitely be new troubles and errands that will fall on me." Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "So, do you want to sleep? ?”

The topic is back here again.

"...I'm afraid I'll kill you at night."

This is not alarmist talk, subconsciously launching an attack while drowsy is something that cannot be controlled.With the existence of the other party at this level, the vigilance must not be low.

"It doesn't matter." After all, the no-lower limit technique is an automatic trigger point, Gojo Satoru assured, "I won't attack the target."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

"I reject."

"It's so straightforward... Even I would be sad."

Saying so, the smile on his face was as inconspicuous as usual, and there was no trace of sadness.

He took out a stack of room cards from nowhere and threw it to Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Choose one at random?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at it roughly, and was a little surprised, "Did you wrap up this layer?"

"Yeah, everything will be more convenient this way."

"Indeed." Zhong Yuanzhong also drew one, and threw back the remaining room cards, "When will you see the police?"

"No, they will contact you if there is any progress. I gave them Zhongye's contact information."

"..."

"By the way, happy birthday."

Zhong Yuanzhong was also slightly startled, "Ah...thank you."