[Curse back to battle] Wujo Wu he Jinwu Zangjiao

Why don't you save face?

"Fuhei?" Yujin Yuzhang, who had just apologized to the two before Heruo Zheyu appeared, turned his head to look at his expression, jumped out of the trolley and shook in front of Fuheihui's eyes, without any response.

He poked his shoulder, still no response.

This is wrong!The knotweed Youren was ready, and he turned his head with a look of horror: "What should I do, teacher! Fu Hei has lost consciousness!"

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

He Ruo Zhe Yu was also taken aback for a moment, some did not expect his reaction to be so big.

Yuzu Yuhito over there was blah, trying to wake up Fukuroe, while a group of people from the Kyoto school behind them were still focusing on the strange gift brought by Gojo Satoru.The three second-year students from the Tokyo school looked at each other. Although Gojo Satoru told them not to mention the matter including Mr. Tsuruwaka before, they vaguely guessed whether the reason was that someone in the school knew him. Fu Heihui was raised by Gojo Satoru, but he didn't expect him to stand there in a daze.

Terrible, why on earth is this, Fu Heihui's expression is rare.

"...Knotweed, let go." Fu Heihui came back to his senses, and with a dark face, he pulled away Knotweed Yuren's claws, ignoring the unscrupulous teacher who laughed at him loudly, and looked at He Ruo Zhe Yu, and his expression had recovered Out of his usual indifference, he nodded, "Long time no see, Sister Zheyu."

After receiving the answer, Tsuruwaka Oriha put his hands behind his back in satisfaction, and raised his voice as if ending his private time: "Sorry for taking up so much time for everyone, I am Tsuruwaka Oriha, the new gymnastics teacher at Tokyo School. Principal Ye Moth and Mr. Wutiao will serve as instructors together. We can still have a lot of time to get acquainted with each other, so now I invite the teacher... the principal to speak first."

As he said that, he retreated to the left rear side of the Noctua Moth, nodded with his teacher, and selectively ignored Noctua Moth's action of locking Gojo Satoru for punishment.

Hmm...it's been like this since I was a student, goodluck, Wu.

Yemo Masamichi explained the rules of the exchange meeting while controlling Gojo Satoru, and during this period, Angeji, who was absolutely blatantly laughing at Gojo Satoru's situation according to her original personality, couldn't help but keep looking at Tsururuo Zoru.

The latter noticed her gaze, and quietly hid behind the wide back of Noctua Moth, turned his head and winked at her.

Ange Ji stared back in front of her in an instant, pretending to be very serious.

After explaining the rules of the group battle on the first day, Ye Mo Zhengdao announced that it was temporarily disbanding, the principal of Leyan Temple snorted, and left with the people from the Kyoto school.

Ye Mozhengdao let go of Wutiao Wu only now, knowing that he had other things to deal with, turned around and went to his office area.There was only a strange silence for a few seconds in the open area of ​​the Tokyo school, and finally Fu Heihui made the first move and walked towards He Ruo Zhe Yu silently.

The other students looked at each other and decided to stay behind. After whispering, Qiqi put down his curiosity about Yuzu Yujin, gathered together and pretended to be chatting, and then peeked at this side.

Feeling the scorching gaze from behind, Fu Heihui: ...

"What's the matter, Hui?" He Ruo Zheyu turned his eyes to look at him, with a smile on his brows, "It's more certain that Hui Chang is much taller from a closer look."

"Xiao Zheyu has said this for the second time." Gojo Satoru gesticulated on the tops of himself and Fu Heihui with his hand, and then moved to the person beside him, with a look on his face that made people want to punch him kindly. With a smile on his face, "No way, this kid is not much taller than you."

"You can't say it like this. We are very few examples. Megumin is already very tall among Japanese boys." Tsuruwaka Oriha gently refuted Gojo Satoru's words with a smile, and naturally raised his hand in front of him. Hei Hui rubbed the top of her prickly hair.

"Wow, wow, it's a head pat!"

"I've only seen Mr. Wutiao touching Fu Hei's head before?"

"I'm afraid it's not going to rain red."

"There is actually a second person who can do this. It's a long experience."

"mayonnaise."

Tsk, are these guys afraid that he won't hear it?

Feeling the caress on the top of his head, Fu Heihui lowered his head, some long bangs hanging down, connecting a shadow to cover his eyes.

The boy's upper and lower canines clenched vigorously, making a sound that only he could hear.

Why is it possible to act like this, as if they just met yesterday?

Obviously it's him...

The hand hanging by his side clenched his fist, maybe it was too hard, the pain in the palm made him a little more awake.

He didn't really understand how he was feeling right now, he just wanted to let out a long breath.

Naturally, Fu Heihui couldn't really do that, he still lowered his head, remained stiff for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

He felt the woman's hand stop, and then heard her gentle and melodious voice as before, and lowered it in cooperation with him: "Why do you have to apologize?"

"I..." He hesitated for a moment, and said, "Recently, I haven't come back even once. I didn't even know that Sister Zheyu woke up."

It's just that both Heruo Zheyu and Gojo Satoru knew that Fu Heihui's reason for saying sorry was definitely not this.

This sentence has probably nestled in this child's heart for three years.

Always thought that her coma had her own responsibility.

Wujo Wu lowered his head and stared at Fu Heihui, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he didn't know what he was thinking.And Heruo Zheyu didn't even move his brows, and just replied following his words: "We didn't tell Hui, some things have been dealt with until recently. So it's not Hui's fault."

"Yeah." Fu Heihui raised his head, oblivious to Gojo Satoru's gaze instantly withdrawn, looked into Heruo Zheyu's eyes and said seriously, "It's great to wake up, sister Zheyu."

He Ruo Zheyu bent his eyes, thanked him, and then took the initiative to mention: "Actually, Jin Meiji knew about it much earlier than Hui, and I had a video with her a few days ago. Jin Meiji has grown up too. Live well on your own.”

"Old sister, she... Seeing the messages she sends every time, her life is pretty good."

"Will Tsumiji come back in winter? She said she would bring the souvenirs from there. I'm really looking forward to it." He Ruoyu put down his hands and said with a smile, "Winter, when that time comes, let's build a snowman together and have a snowball fight." .”

Make a snowman, have a snowball fight...

Fu Heihui was stunned, and the appearance of four strangely shaped snowmen on the snow-covered grass in the courtyard suddenly appeared in his mind.

In the winter three years ago, I promised to do the same thing in the coming year.

"Okay." He replied.

"Hey, Mr. Heruo, what are you talking about now?"

The voice of Knotabagi Youroto suddenly sounded, causing the three people here to look at him.

"Hey! Knotweed!"

"It's too long to wait until winter to play in the snow. How about we talk about the places we can go soon? Let's go together!" He showed a toothy grin and said with great interest, "Teachers, Fuhei, I , Shun... and Nagizaki! Ah, and the second-year seniors! There are a lot of people haha, yes, I remembered! Let's go to the festival together!"

"Let me tell you..." Chanyuan Maki complained as she walked over, "Are you thinking about going to the exchange meeting before it even starts?"

The panda followed behind her: "Isn't it very good, I want to play too."

"Salmon."

"If you want to have fun, why don't you go to the fashion festival in Tokyo!"

"You are really..."

In a few words, the few people who were just a few steps away all surrounded them, and the left and right sentences sounded quite noisy.However, although Fu Heihui did not participate in their conversation with a cold face, there was no hint of impatience in his eyes.

He Ruo Zheyu noticed the extremely slight curvature of the lips of the young man standing in front of him, raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked towards the school with them, as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned to Fu Heihui and said, "That's right, Huihui .Well, you should have been able to use it proficiently long ago. Can you show me?"

Fu Heihui didn't react for a while: "Which one?"

"Take off the rabbit."Last time Hui said that he could summon the one who succeeded immediately. "

Last time... ah, three years ago.

"You can summon it at will. But you can't use spells without permission in the school. You can only wait..."

"Just don't let the principal know." He Ruo Zhe Yu blinked.

"I heard it, Zha Yu." Ye Moth appeared in front of him rightly, "Don't keep learning bad things from Wu Wu."

Gojo Satoru, who had been listening by the side, was unhappy: "I didn't say anything, what do you mean by following me to learn some bad habits, the principal is too good."

He Ruo Zhe Yu also took a step back: "Oh, you really surprised me, my teacher who is always elusive."

Nocturne is right:  …

One or two, let him pretend.

In a certain room, Ange Ji put her teacup on the table heavily with a "slap", and stood opposite Gojo Satoru, her eyebrows were cold.

Ah, it's really the same.

"Why are you so angry, Diva?" Gojo Satoru took a sip from his teacup and raised his hand, "Come on, sit down and talk."

"Wu Tiao, you know why I'm annoyed." An Ge Ji wanted to hit someone when she saw his playful smile, "Why didn't you inform me when Zhe Yu woke up?"

"It's not because there is still something to do."

"Tch, I believe your nonsense. Didn't you go out for a leisurely stroll two days ago?"

The Japanese room door on the side was pushed open, Heruo Zheyu walked in, heard their conversation, and said to An Geji: "Sorry, I..."

"It's okay, no need to apologize!" An Geji softened her face for a second, "Since Zhe Yu didn't say anything, there must be an arrangement."

Wujo Satoru: