The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

The male voice next to the ear was very low, it got into the ear, and crawled numbly across the spine.

It was as if hundreds of thousands of ants had penetrated into my heart, and an inexplicable feeling grabbed my breath.

For about five full seconds, my brain was blank, and when I realized what was going on, I felt a rush of hot air, almost evaporating me on the spot.

"What are you doing!!!"

I pushed away the people behind me and jumped a long way, covering the wound on my face, almost tongue-tied.

"Nothing." The culprit tilted his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was terribly evil, "Or, Taojiang, what do you want me to do to you?"

"No!"

I felt that the temperature on my face was enough to fry an egg, especially when my fingertips touched my cheeks, and I felt some suspicious traces of wetness on it very keenly, my whole body went bad instantly: "Oh my god , you, you, you are so disgusting..."

The one who answered my jump to speak was the other party who reached out and grabbed my face.

The big white-haired boy's mouth became more curved, and the two hands pinching my cheeks pulled towards both sides, and he elongated his voice full of interest: "Ka~wa~yi~"

Not only that, but he also started to rub my hair vigorously, while outputting crazily, he kept saying something, "I didn't realize it before, Taojiang is so cute, I really want to mess you up".

Ahhh what a terrible line! [Incapable Fury.jpg]

Or there is an old saying that goes out to hang out, and sooner or later you have to pay it back.

How I kneaded and kneaded five dumplings at the beginning, and now I am ravaged by the grown dumplings. The whole person has nothing to do except being tossed and screamed.

It's all retribution :)

The clouds were blown away by the wind, and the moonlight poured down from the sky, casting softly on the boys and girls who were playing.

The white-haired boy smiled presumptuously, and his sunglasses slipped down from the bridge of his nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes like clear springs hiding ice souls, filled with half the moonlight.

He gradually stopped his movements, quietly watching the girl push him away and tidying his messy hair angrily. After a long while, he suddenly bent down and hugged the girl in his arms.

"It's so happy to be with Peach Jam," the boy bent down and put his chin on top of the girl's head, with a light seriousness in his voice, "We will always be like this."

There was a moment of silence, only the sound of wind and sporadic insects around.

Then, the girl replied in a somewhat stern voice: "Nonsense, of course it will always be like this."

It's almost summer, and it's not cold in Tokyo late at night.

The promise of youth is so easy and taken for granted, but unfortunately, the more beautiful things are, the easier it is to be grinded to pieces in the face of cruel reality.

Many years later, I experienced forgetting and then remembered the scene in front of me, and regretfully discovered that this turned out to be the last worry-free time between Gojo Satoru and me.

***

After that day, the people around suddenly became busy like never before.

Teacher Noctua said that the number of curse spirits that emerged after the summer this year has increased by about one-third compared to last year.

What kind of number is one-third? I can calculate it from previous years' materials, but only when I face it can I understand more intuitively how much these increased numbers will bring to everyone in the magic world. trouble.

Fortunately, after Gojo Satoru's phone threat that night, I have rarely received all kinds of sudden overtime tasks that no one would want to do.However, all kinds of daily work still increased significantly, which caused me to work almost every day except for sleeping and eating.

During the break time, I would occasionally meet Gojo Satoru who came back from a mission.

He was also in a hurry, so busy that he could only sit next to me during meals, complaining about the nasty curse spirit, saying that we didn't have time to hang out together, and Xia Youjie and Nitzi next to me looked like dogs. The speechless expression that lasted made me quite embarrassed.

"Taojiang, let me apply, how about letting you be my exclusive 'window'?"

One time, Gojo Satoru proposed a solution.

An auxiliary little secretary dedicated to the person you like.Faced with this proposal, it would be a lie to say that I am not convinced. If it is approved, I will be able to accompany Gojo Satoru day and night.

But I thought about it and chose to fork it ruthlessly.Because I always believe that work should not be special, especially the college is really short of manpower. Once I run away, the paperwork side will face a big gap, which will bring a lot to everyone who has been helping me. trouble.

After listening to my explanation, Gojo Satoru didn't mention it again.

At that time, I was relieved, because the previous two small conflicts had already made me hope from the bottom of my heart that there would be no more disputes with Gojo Satoru. If he insisted, I really don't know what to do.

However, it turns out that I was relieved a little too early.

On the third day after the proposal was rejected, a strange man contacted me and said that he was the "window" sent by the higher authorities to be responsible for the clerical work of higher education, and he needed to connect with me for related work.

【In this way, you don't have to worry about leaving them in trouble. 】

Gojo Satoru told me this on LINE.

I:……

Very good, it was cut first and then played again.

The matter is a foregone conclusion, and getting angry and regretting it will not help, it will only cause conflicts with him, so it is better to calm down and go.

Thinking of this, I became Wujo Wu's exclusive "window", and started to follow him and Xia Youjie around the world.

We finally had the time to sit down and eat together every day, and we also had the time to joke around during the breaks. The joy of spending time with Gojo Satoru covered up my little dissatisfaction, and even the boring paperwork became interesting.

It's just that everything seems to be moving in a good direction, but I still feel a little uneasy in my heart, and I can't suppress it.

And this uneasiness was soon confirmed afterwards.

When I think about it carefully, everything is foreshadowed, such as the conflict between Wujo Wu and I that surfaced and subsided, such as the sudden increase of curse spirits recently.

I can't tell when it started, but the number of curse spirits suddenly exploded as if a certain switch was pressed.

Everyone started to send out missions and missions endlessly, whether it was Wujo Gou, Xia Youjie, Qihai Jianren, Huiyuanxiong, the Nitro who stayed at the high school time and time again, in order to cure the overdrawn mana, now hang up two Heavy dark circles, and I'm not much better.

There are endless tasks, endless reports, and countless things, big or small, that are almost overwhelming.

In the worst case, I didn't even close my eyes for three days and three nights. The moment I submitted the mission report, I collapsed on the table and fell asleep. I didn't even know when I was hugged and covered with a quilt.

As time went by, the smiles on Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie's faces decreased day by day, and the anxiety in the air increased day by day. Everyone was holding a breath in their chests, and they didn't know when they would be free or have the opportunity to throw it out.

Visible to the naked eye, everyone has become impetuous, and this has become an explosion that erupted later.

It started with one of my unexpected field trips.

During that time, following Wujo Wu and them, I inevitably came into contact with many curse spirits.By chance, he also helped kill a few weak guys.

Originally, this was just an occasional extra labor for a "window" when working, but who would have thought that someone would report this matter to the higher-ups, and the higher-ups would come up with a terrible trick to test it out.

While Gojo Satoru was going to eliminate a super-level curse spirit, I was entrusted with an urgent task while staying in the hotel to write a report.Instead of the "window" colleague who was temporarily unable to go to work because of being involved, I went to "observe" the old site of a primary school demolition, which is 15 minutes away from here.

In view of the sincere words on the phone, the other party assured that the other "window" who was in charge of this matter only needed a little help, and would come to pick me up and replace me soon. I didn't know anything, and after thinking about it, I agreed. up.

After arriving at the scene, I quickly discovered that there was a third-level curse spirit inside, and it had already kidnapped a little girl in school uniform.

What is waiting for my colleagues to respond? The most important thing at the moment is to report it, and quickly send a conjurer to solve it. I made a decisive decision, typed an urgent report, and sent it out.

However, 1 minute, 2 minutes... 10 minutes passed, and there was no movement from above, which has always been quick to respond to urgent reports. I could only make a report again, but the result was still nothing.

For a full 15 minutes, even if it was just an auxiliary supervisor, I didn't wait.

The situation of the little hostage girl was getting more and more dangerous. I saw with my own eyes that the curse spirit scratched her delicate face with its sharp nails, and glaring blood gushed out from the wound. The curse spirit was visibly agitated.

When its nails scratched towards the little girl's slender neck, I pulled out the wooden barn bravely.

Without Wujo Wu's support, without anyone's assistance, I didn't even know how to set up a "tent", so I faced a third-level curse spirit with intelligence alone.

I succeeded in pulling out the curse spirit, at the cost of the little girl being thrown from the upstairs, and I was blinded in one eye.

When Gojo Satoru arrived, I was sitting on my knees on the cold concrete floor, trying to close the little girl's frightened and widened eyes.

The jewel-like black eyes were covered with a layer of shadow, the pupils were dilated, and she was looking blankly at the gray sky above her head. She had left this world forever before she grew up.

How did it suddenly become like this?Obviously just now, everything was fine.

My brain seemed to be rusted, and I felt in a trance that I was having a nightmare. After waking up, Gojo Satoru, who had returned from killing the super magic spirit, would knock on my door and ask me with a smile if I wanted to eat ramen.

It's a pity that what happened is what happened, and it cannot be avoided.

It was my fault, if I hadn't acted impulsively, but had found a way to delay the time, waiting for an experienced and powerful conjurer, or just waiting for Wujo Satoru to arrive, the scene in front of me would not have happened.

The pitch-black right eye was roughly wrapped twice with my personal bandage to stop the bleeding. It was already numb from the pain. This numbness went deep into the brain along the wound of the eye, so that when I heard the familiar male voice, it took me a long time to recover. Respond to who is coming.

"Peach Jam..."

The voice next to my ear was very cautious, and a hand stretched out, gently lifting my blood-stained and dust-stained face.

The white-haired boy gently stroked the corner of my tearful eye with his thumb, trying to undo the bandage on my right eye, but I stopped him.

"Don't look," when I spoke, I realized how hoarse and ugly my voice was, "It's very ugly."

"Okay," Gojo Satoru nodded, and picked me up from the ground, "Let's go back to the high school and look for Nitro."

"But she..."

I looked at the quiet and silent body of the little girl on the ground.

"It's okay, I brought Mr. Yamada here, and he will take care of the follow-up."

Gojo Satoru's slightly raised lips turned into a straight line of indifference, and his voice was low: "Today's matter, we can't just let it go."

The sudden appearance of field missions, the urgent report without any news, the information completely inconsistent with the information, the third-level curse spirit and the child hostages... everything indeed reveals a strange atmosphere, but what is the use of seeking justice? Well, a young life is gone.

I put my arms around Gojo Satoru's neck, buried my face wearily into the socket of his neck, and took a deep breath of his reassuring breath.

At this time, I did not guess at all that Gojo Satoru not only dealt with this matter vigorously and resolutely, but he would also propose something to me later.

He actually asked me to resign.