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"...Is Mr. Gojo serious?"

"Of course, I'm asking this question very seriously and looking forward to it." The adult who claimed to be 27 put down the child in front of him, helped him take the bouquet of flowers, squatted down, and looked at the child who was not tall enough. .

With his chin resting on a piece of delicate flowers, the man who has a handsome aura even if his eyes are not exposed, looks like he has a shining background, and said to the mirror: "Because, I have so many things, I want to be with Jing-chan Discuss it."

"How is it, do you want to come?"

The light green-haired child looked at the rather flirtatious guy with a blank face. He didn't like this at all, and refused in an official tone:

"Thank you for your kindness, but please forgive me for refusing. Leaving aside whether my guardian will agree or not, do you realize that it is impossible for me to enter a strange middle school with unknown origin?"

"Oh yes, I forgot to explain by the way." Gojo Satoru tapped the palm of his hand suddenly, "Actually, this is a slightly special high school that accepts some children with special abilities."

He briefly talked about the concepts of mantras, mantras and conjurers.

"...That's probably the case. In my opinion, you are very suitable for the high school of conjuration. If you read correctly, you used some method to drive away the curse spirit on the silver-haired child before. ? Or has it been exorcised?"

The white-haired youth tilted his head slightly and looked in a certain direction.

Following the mirror of his gaze, he saw Atsushi Nakajima leaning half out of the door and watching them furtively.

It is estimated that the conversation between the two woke up Atsushi Nakajima who was asleep.

"Adun." He called out to the silver-haired kid who seemed a little flustered and guarded, to reassure him, "Mr. Gojo...just came to give a gift and apologize for those strange behaviors yesterday. Don't be afraid, I'm fine .”

Jing reluctantly suppressed the words "he broke into our house casually", and before the guilt he had felt towards the people he trusted, he heard the people behind him reply shamelessly: "That's right, that's right, don't use that You're looking at me with a scary face, and I'm a guest. Isn't that right, Kagura?"

"...Yes." Kagami forced out an answer, realizing that he had provoked a difficult guy who was no less difficult than Osamu Dazai in some respects.

Accompanied by the scent of flowers, someone's voice sounded beside him: "Then, next is the conversation between adults, children should avoid it."

He waved away Nakajima Atsushi.

The silver-haired child looked at the mirror, still wearing the little cloak, with a hesitant expression on his face, wanting to get an answer that he could stay, but got a nod of approval from the mirror after hesitation.

There must be a reason for Jing Jiang to do this.He has to trust him.

But no matter what, Jingjiang is still too kind, this kind of guy can be included.

No matter what, I have to tell Shibusawa-san about this!

Thinking of this, Atsushi Nakajima suppressed the idea of ​​calling the police immediately, took two steps back, closed the door, and separated their conversation.

Well, then A-Dun will be safe for the time being, and nothing will affect him.

Seeing Atsushi Nakajima returned to the room, Kagami breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around, frowned, and looked at Gojo Satoru: "There is nothing to talk about, I will answer you directly, I don't want to go, and I won't go. Thank you You told me about spell spirits and things like that, but some things are my secrets, and there is no need to tell all of them to someone I just met. Please come back."

He put aside the relationship indifferently, ready to take away Wutiao Wuqi, who was not impatient.

Even if many things have changed, some characteristics of a person should not change.

Gojo Satoru really calmed down, put down the bouquet of flowers, stood up, looked down at him, and after a while, chuckled lightly: "That sounds really heartless. Hmm...you seem to be really Very firm. But is it okay? Even if you don't know Utae Kinomoto, don't you want to know what happened to this person with the same surname as you?"

"No, it just happens to have the same surname." The light green-haired child already answered in a disinterested manner, and the whole person acted like the word "drive away" was written on his face.

"Well, well, since you said such a thing, I shouldn't force you." Seemingly convinced by his attitude, Gojo Satoru shrugged and made a final proposal, "But there is one thing, I think you You can still try it out, would you like to see the High School of Conjuration with me?"

"Since you said that you don't know about the high school of conjuration, how about I take you to meet and learn a little bit? At least as a reward for my coming to meet you."

According to the current setting of the mirror, he must not agree to this request, and he has already said that he is not interested in the high school of conjuration, let alone say yes at will.

But he couldn't help hesitating.

So far, Jing really doesn't know what's going on with everyone in the conjuration college except Gojo Satoru. The power of [Shield] has become blurred and difficult to perceive after time has passed. Apart from knowing that it has indeed played a role, there are many things he can't understand.

Being a conjurer is a very dangerous job. Jing knew about it long ago.

Many low-level conjurers who were in charge of protecting him at that time would suddenly disappear after a certain mission. If you asked them where they were going, you would only get a light answer of "the mission died".

The other conjurers who answered him always spoke calmly and indifferently when talking about this kind of thing, with a look of indifference and resignation in their eyes.

It's not that they are not afraid, it's just that they understood their mission and ending the moment they became magicians.

This is also one of the reasons why Gee insisted on leaving the power of [Shield] on them before leaving that world.

I don't want them to die, I don't want them to be seen again.

I also want to see tomorrow together and meet again.

Now that she can't turn into Utae to ask the news in person, Kagami originally just restrained her anxious and worried mood and waited quietly.

But Gojo Satoru said that he could go to the High School of Conjuration, meet old people who no longer knew him, and learn about the current situation of those who were missed. This is really a temptation that is hard to refuse.

"..." The light green-haired child was quiet for a moment, then shook his head in the expectant eyes of the white-haired youth, and refused, "No need."

When I saw it, I couldn't speak, I couldn't express my familiarity, and I even had to pretend to be a stranger.

Anyway, it's too sad.

"King-chan is really an awkward child." Gojo Satoru was not angry, as if he had seen through something, "He was so heartbroken for a moment, but he was able to act so cold."

"I don't." Mirror replied coldly, and began to urge him to leave again, "I have already said what I can say, and it really has nothing to do with the people you know, it's just a coincidence. If it's okay, Mr. Gojo can left."

Why did the kid resist him so much?

Could it be that there is a misunderstanding of the relationship between Gee and him?Obviously he didn't do anything, just wanted to get closer to him.

Wujo. Consciously did not do anything suspicious. Stalked to someone else's house. Satoru sighed, lifted the blindfold, revealing the handsome face and bright blue eyes that have been around for ten years: "You always emphasize the The resemblance is just a coincidence... but I don't think this one is just a coincidence."

He still smiled, and said to the boy who was a little stiff at this moment: "Are you shocked by my handsomeness, or do you think I have become kinder?"

"...Nothing, just a little surprised." Surprised by Gojo Satoru's almost unchanged face, he still remembered the past time.

I thought of the wanton Gojo Satoru, and those years that seemed to be gilded with golden brilliance.

In Gee's memory, he is so vivid, so vivid, just like this moment.

The white-haired young man let out a "haha" twice, bent down, stretched out his hand, and caressed the boy's soft cheek, with a nostalgic tone:

"Just like the moment when you saw my face, your appearance, figure, and even temperament are different from that person, but since I saw you yesterday, I can't stop being in a trance. But somehow, From you, I always feel like I'm looking at another him."

"Compared to you, he is a gentler and more beautiful guy. He won't say such ruthless and distressing words, but he can sing very beautiful songs and cook pretty good food."

"He died in front of me, and I also know that he probably went to a place that I can't touch temporarily, maybe for a while, maybe forever. It's just that after so long, he didn't show up again, probably because he accidentally forgot , otherwise, you won’t be able to come back.”

"For conjurers, this is a very common thing, and I have nothing to regret. Until I saw you again at this moment."

"Those obviously dissimilar expressions, movements, and demeanors, I actually feel very familiar to you from the bottom of my heart."

"It's as if he has changed into another look, living in front of me."

This is not Gojo Satoru's tone in Gee's impression, it shouldn't be so sad, with... longing.

He felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable, and heard the white-haired man continue to say: "But you are not him. No matter how I feel, this is the truth."

Gojo Satoru squatted down gently, hugged the boy with faint splashes in his eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Because you are not him, so at this time, I don't have the burden to say these words."

"I miss you so much."

"......sorry."

Almost uncontrollably, Kagami said these words, facing the person who had been waiting for Utae for a long time and had been thinking about him for a long time.

"Eh? Kagami doesn't need to apologize." Wujo Wujo rubbed him with a gentle tone, "You didn't do such a thing, and you shouldn't come anyway. Hmm...but if you Knowing where that guy is is another story."

...?

Is it an illusion, why do you feel that those words just now seem like a trick, just to get news?

Before he could be sure, Gojo Satoru said another sentence, breaking the originally warm scene: "Speaking of which, is Kagami really unwilling to go with me? The High School of Conjuration is very good."

"No, there's really no need." Jing pushed away the adult with ulterior motives, pushed him out of the door, and resumed his indifferent attitude, "Okay, I've finished talking, Mr. Wutiao, hurry up, don't send him off."

Following his strength, Gojo Satoru walked outside the door, still yelling in his mouth: "Obviously he was very good just now, why did he suddenly change? I'm so sad, and Jing is so cruel."

"That's right, so Mr. Gojo don't come here again." For such a stigma, Jing didn't bother to refute, "Because next time I'm cruel, I will directly call the police uncle."

After finishing speaking, he closed the door with a bang, without any regrets.

The man with only white hair was standing at the door, looking at the closed doors and windows alone, but smiled after a long while: "Cruel Jing-chan is also quite cute."

Then he left happily.

From then on, a follower named Gojo Satoru would occasionally randomly drop around Jing, appearing in various magical occasions, and was very clingy and difficult to deal with, and even mastered scary skills such as fake crying and deceiving people with his face.

Even after Shibusawa Tatsuhiko came home, he heard what Atsushi Nakajima said, and immediately went to him specifically to talk about it: "Kigami, I heard that you were stalked by a strange guy recently, And it looks like it’s difficult to solve?”

Then he sighed: "Sure enough, people in the world will not let go of my treasure, and even such a person has appeared. Tell me what he looks like, and I'll get rid of the pests."

The tone was understated, as if he had already ruled the life and death of that person, wondering where the body was thrown.

"...There's no need for that, Mr. Long Yan."