It's a power, not a spell

Starry, moonlight like a hook.

The streets of Tokyo are brightly lit, and bright red locomotives pass through the traffic. The traffic police who are investigating drunk driving let go of a Renault. When they look up, they see two people on the locomotive. Memories of the eve of Christmas Eve last year suddenly flooded back.

——That bright orange hair, and the guy with the white hair in the back.

Even though he was wearing sunglasses, he could still recognize it.

Aren't these two the underage who drove that day and the guy who let the underage drive!

The traffic policeman stretched out his arms to stop them, but at the same time he was thinking in his heart.

Although he remembered that the two of them had definitely driven illegally, he didn't know why the bureau didn't keep any records of them. The Japanese motor vehicle driver's license can be taken at the age of 16...

They didn't commit speeding or other violations. Even if they stopped someone, they would at most just check their driver's license, and there was no way for this kid to get the lesson he deserved.

Thinking of this, the traffic policeman gritted his teeth.

You'd better not test the motor vehicle driver's license.He stared at Nakahara Chuya who stopped in front of him and thought.

The traffic police put on a polite smile and asked them for a driver's license.The orange-haired boy did not move for a long time, and the white-haired one also showed a troubled expression.

Huh.The traffic policeman couldn't help laughing in his heart, but on the surface he showed an upright expression, saying regret in his mouth, and planned to take the two of them back to the station for a chat.

The white-haired young man suddenly loosened his brows, his expression suddenly changed, "Ah, you were the one back then..."

"..." He took a breath, remembering the grimace last night, his fist was hardened at that time, and he smiled, "Sir, if you can't show your driver's license, I'm afraid you will have to drive with me without a license." Let's go."

"Don't worry." Gojo Satoru fumbled from his pocket, took it out and handed it to him, "Hey."

Although the driver's license does not belong to me, there are many slots, but the traffic police have repeatedly confirmed that it is indeed true.

"Uncle~ can you hurry up, we are in a hurry."

You are uncle!He is thirty years old this year!

The traffic policeman held his breath, returned the driver's license, and made way.The words were reluctant: "Thank you for your cooperation."

The bright red rejoined the traffic flow, leaving a sentence, "You're welcome~"

Traffic police: ...

...wait, he wasn't wearing a helmet!

The outstretched hand was retracted again, and the traffic policeman took a deep breath—it's okay, he wrote down the license plate number, as long as he is still in Tokyo for a day, he will be caught sooner or later!

"drving license?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also asked.

It seems that this thing is really needed.

He used to have a driver's license. After all, he still needs to drive when going out. It would be more convenient to have a driver's license.But not motor vehicles.

After all, every time I start the car and go out, it's either a fight or a drag race, neither of which can be legalized with a driver's license.

"Yeah." The person who wanted to stick his whole body to Nakahara Chuya before was far away from him at this moment, without any physical contact at all. Gojo Satoru snorted in a nasal voice, and his words were a little disconcerted, "It's also part of the gift." .”

He paused for a moment, then said, "Next time I will carry Zhongye."

Central Plains was also thoughtful, "You will?"

"... Zhong also taught me."

"I only promised to teach you how to drive a four-wheel drive." The corner of his mouth hooked up, "If you don't want to sit, go back by yourself."

Gojo Satoru: ...

"Go back by yourself..." He felt wronged.

After a while, he came back to life full of blood, wrapping his arms around the slender waist of the young man in front of him, but not sticking his whole body to the back.

"Chuya~ let's go here first."

Gojo Satoru stretched out the screen with the navigation turned on in front of Nakahara Chuya, and it was no surprise that it was a dessert shop.

That's why they arrived at Ginza before the agreed time, but they were still 8 minutes late.

"You're late again, blindfold fool!"

Gojo Satoru, with bags full in both hands, smiled nonchalantly, even a little proudly, "I didn't wear a blindfold today!"

"Is this the point!" Chanyuan Maki was speechless.

Panda: "Well... where is the person we agreed to meet?"

Dog Curlythorn: "Salmon."

Yi Guyoutai greeted him well: "Teacher Wutiao."

"Hey, it looks like you're doing well abroad?" Wujo Wu put down the sweets in his hands, folded his hands together and bowed to the mobile phone standing on the table, with tributes in front of it that looked like photos of the deceased, and then took out a small cake. placed in front.

Otoko Yuta: ...

"Okay, then let's move on to today's key point." Gojo Satoru didn't sit down, he looked at his three students, "Are you ready!"

"Give me a little common sense at a time like this, and keep your voice down!" Chanyuan Maki raised her forehead, ashamed to face the shop assistant's eyes.

"It's okay, I've taken over this side. You don't have to be afraid that it will affect others."

Zenin Maki: "Who would yell like you?"

Panda: "What's the point? So who are we going to meet?"

Dog Curly Thorn: "Kelp?"

While waiting for Wujo Wu, the three of them had been discussing for a while, and they couldn't think of who would make Wujo Wu specially bring someone to meet.

Even if it's a teacher's wife, it's not enough.

Then I heard the unreliable teacher turn around and shout, "You can come in now, Chuya!"

Oh, so it is... who?

Zhongye?

It's just pronounced the same... right?

When it came time to meet, Zhong Yuan still hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and walked in, meeting two fixed faces without accident.

bang.

The chair fell to the ground, Zenyuan Maki stood up, knocked over the Otoko Yuta (mobile phone) on the table, opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Panda spoke for her.

"Ch-Chiya!? Eh? Is it true? But you're not—"

……do you died?

The dog Curly also opened his eyes wide: "Tuna mayonnaise!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his hand and smiled, "Long time no see."

"That's right, it's the classmate Chuya who has been away for a long time!" Gojo Satoru made a "clang clang" voice, "But today can't be regarded as a party for the cake fight, because the teacher hasn't learned to drive yet."

"Huh? Is this the point!" Zenyuan Maki raised the volume, "Please explain it to me, you bastard with glasses!"

Nakahara Chuya met her nostalgic and unbelievable eyes, with complicated emotions, he kicked Gojo Satoru's calf, "Explain."

Otoko Yuta (phone) lying on the table spoke cautiously, "That... I seem to have heard it, Chuya?"

The scene fell into a momentary chaos, Chanyuan Maki calmed down a little, took another look at the boy who was almost exactly the same as in memory, took a deep breath, and smiled, "Sit down first, and then let's talk slowly."

"..."

Gojo Satoru felt that the matter in another world should be regarded as a little secret between him and Chuya, but if he used the words to fool the upper-level, let alone whether Zhongyuan Zhong would agree or not, he himself felt that it was not appropriate.

How could his lovely students be treated the same as those old oranges?

So Gojo Satoru touched his chin, and said everything except about the other world.

The students had complicated expressions, and finally smiled, "Anyway, it's great that Chuya is still alive."

Zenyuan Maki, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Welcome back."

Zhong Yuanzhong also bent his lips, "Ah, I'm back."

The panda scratched his face and looked at Zhongya Zhongyuan, "Well, so how did Zhongye die at that time?"

Regarding the news of Chuya's death in the Central Plains, they still learned from the mouth of the night moth Zhengdao, and they were cleverly bypassed when they asked Wujo Wu, and they couldn't get the news even if they checked it themselves.

It's as if the Central Plains evaporated overnight.

But now that everyone is alive, this question should be answered.

"Killed by this guy." / "Killed by me."

Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Zhong also answered at the same time, stunned for a moment, the latter withdrew his pointing finger, and smiled at him.

The other students blinked and were stunned when they realized it, "...Eh?!!"

"Dried bonito!?"

"Well, the reason is very complicated, it's not something worth caring about."

No, they care!

The panda hesitated to speak, but the reason for such a thing to happen is probably as complex as Gojo Satoru said, and it should not be a good memory. It is not good to continue asking.

But why do these two, one who kills and the other who is killed, laugh so happily?

No, of course it doesn't mean that the relationship between the two is good, but...

Panda looked at Zenyuan Maki in a tangled look and reached a consensus——

It's better not to delve into it.

Yigu Youtai (mobile phone): ...

Lose the right to speak.

The panda was decisive: "I'm hungry... No, I mean Maki is hungry."

Zenin Maki: ...?

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and smiled brightly, "Then let's have dinner, you're welcome, the teacher will pay for it."

The money wasn't paid by themselves, so of course it was up to you to choose which one to choose. Although Wutiaowu didn't feel any pain or itching, the students were relieved psychologically and felt a lot more comfortable.

Of course, except Yi Gu You Tai (mobile phone).

He looked at the attractive steak in front of the camera on the screen, and was silent.

Yi Gu Youtai angrily quits the group chat.

——Actually, it was something temporary.

In short, there were only four people and one panda left on the scene.

The sweets brought by Gojo Satoru filled the space in front of him, and he sucked in the lethal amount of sugar that other people were tired of watching.

Zenyuan Maki: "...disgusting."

Panda agrees: "Yes."

Zenyuan Maki: "Guys who don't need to eat shut down."

panda:……

Nakahara Nakaya was sitting opposite Gojo Satoru, and he also stopped what he was doing. The white-haired young man looked puzzled, looked up at them, and tilted his head innocently.

"Do you want to have a bite too?"

……don't want.

Glancing at the large piece of cream cake that was almost stuck to his mouth, the words of disgust twitched on the tip of his tongue, Zhong Yuanzhong also lowered his eyes, and opened his mouth to take the cake into his mouth.

The excess white cream stuck to the corners of his lips, he casually wiped it off with his fingertips, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

Sensing the searchlight-like gaze, Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyes, but the gaze disappeared. He raised one corner of his lips, half-smile, "The taste is too sweet."

Gojo Satoru stared at the table as if nothing had happened, and ate the rest of the cake in one bite, his voice was a bit vague, "...it's really a bit sweet."

Chanyuan Maki glanced at him several times, but was not surprised that he, a lethal sugar lover, said the cake was sweet.

Under Gojo Satoru's fine white hair——

The ears are red.

Chanyuan Maki:? ? ?