There must be something wrong with my krypton game

2002, December 12th, Midwinter.

The day before was the 13th birthdays of the two young masters, but the Wutiao family rarely held a banquet.

The reason is probably that Gojo Satoru has been arguing with the Patriarch for a week.

It was cold and windy outside the door, and the path was lit by stone lamps. Yu Kandagawa hurriedly opened the door and scanned around, but he didn't see Gojo Satoru.

He immediately understood what happened, "Wu went to quarrel with the Patriarch again?"

Maid: "It was... an hour ago."

Kandagawa Yuu took a deep breath, turned and walked out, "Damn it."

The maid hurriedly called him, "Master, coat!"

"That's right." Kanda Chuanyu turned his head, grabbed his coat and left, "I want to bring a coat for Satoru, so I'm leaving first!"

maid:"……"

No, it is for you to wear.

Doesn't Master Wu usually use spell power...

Although, without saying a word, people have already walked away.

Kandagawa Yu shivered against the cold wind, and after walking for 5 minutes, his mind became dizzy.

He rubbed his temples wearily, and called out the system, "All negative states are free, and, help me increase my physical strength, fill it up."

This free waiver is different from the previous one. Before the favorability exchange system was activated, the system could only make him not feel bad about his body. recovery.

A mechanical beep sounded in the ear.

[Consume 65 favorability points in the Chanyuan]

[Current Favorability of Zenyuan Shier: 20]

"So high??" Kanda Chuanyu almost scolded, "Did Six Eyes consume more stamina recently?"

System: [You do the math, how long do you use your six eyes a day. 】

Kandagawa Yuu fell silent.

A week ago, the conflict between Gojo Satoru and the Patriarch broke out, and the Patriarch directly pulled him out of the first team, and then proposed a new chief.

That person is a mouthpiece from above, and the tasks are arranged in a desperate manner, which is twice as much as Wujo Satoru before.

You must know that if there are fewer of them, it's fine-and there is still one Gojo Satoru missing!

In the past, Gojo Satoru alone could do one-third of the tasks of the whole team.

Just doing the task is difficult enough, but also being bombarded by the task, everyone's energy is not enough, if he doesn't do more, someone's death may be ushered in the next day.

So he had to hold on, and he could only hold on.

Because only he can hold it.

Kanda Chuanyu said weakly, "Then don't get rid of all negative states... Just help me cover it until Wu can't see it."

System: [Command changed. 】

[Consume 45 favorability points in the Chanyuan]

[Current Favorability of Zenyuan Shier: 40]

When the weather is cold, even the moonlight seems to be chilling.

Kanda Chuanyu hugged his coat, raised his head and let out a breath of white air. The boy was leaning against a pillar on one side of the torii gate, and two unknown small white flowers grew out between the stone crevices on the ground, exactly the same color as his hair under the moonlight.

There was a sound of heavy footsteps behind him.

Kanda Chuanyu turned around and looked - and sure enough, he met a stinky face that was not lightly angry.

"Still not letting you go back?"

"Heh." Young Master Wu Tiao snorted, his face ashamed, "This time I'm going to school again, how great and kind."

He gritted his teeth, and his hostility turned into a black shadow, "Wait, sooner or later, I will drag that stinky old man off the stage, and then dismember him into eight pieces, tear him apart, and dismember him—"

"Okay." Kanda Chuanyu held his hand, "How about we go down the mountain to eat ramen?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru paused, and the temperature warmed up a little.

He turned his head and snorted, "I want special miso with three times the sugar!"

Master Wutiao took out the coat that the young man was holding, and while cursing, raised his chin to signal him to put his hand on it.

The sun is setting, but the neon lights of the streets are rising.

The ramen shop is hidden in the innermost part of the alley, and there are few customers. Kandagawa Yu strongly suspects that it should be a pot with a strange taste like triple sugar miso.

If you don't go to the spacious place in the back, the two teenagers insist on squeezing in front of the narrow bar counter, fighting with arms and cheeks, picking a chopstick from their own bowl, and picking a chopstick from the other's bowl before continuing.

Since ancient times, rice in other people's bowls has always been extraordinarily delicious.

Gojo Satoru made a cross on his head while eating, pinched his chopsticks and got angry, "Smelly old man, dead old man, look at me cursing you..."

Kandagawa Yuu took a sip of hot buckwheat tea and spoke to him, "Curse him for what?"

Wujo Wu: "Death early and rebirth early, but stay in the world and cannot be reincarnated."

Gojo Yu: "I don't think it's good, why don't you curse him to drink all the tea overnight and lose it every day."

Wujo Wu: "Okay, but it's too cheap for him, this kind of person should go to hell, the eighteenth floor, cut the tongue and oil—"

Wujo Yu: "Do you want to eat fish board?"

Gojo Satoru: "Eat."

Master Wutiao's anger was appeased by an extra fish board.

The coat was finally put on Kanda Chuanyu's body. His white hair grew to his ears, and the bulging white down jacket was pulled up to his chin. The boy's face was buried in it, like a little snowman with round eyes and a round body.

He didn't cry like he used to when he was a child, but he still had a pair of wet eyes, like pebbles at the bottom of a river washed by water.

Gojo Satoru glanced at him from the corner of his eye while he was eating, and when he realized it, he had already stared at him for a while.

Kandagawa Yu stuffed his mouth, and cast a puzzled look on his puffy face.

Master Wutiao: "Hmph, it's indeed my genes."

Five excellent:?

Gojo Satoru put his own eggs into his bowl, and took away his hand holding the chili pepper.

Kandagawa Yu looked eagerly, and was stuffed with chopstick noodles by Gojo Satoru.

Kanda Chuanyu: "No, no, no!"

Gojo Satoru asked him, "How about the first team?"

Kanda Chuanyu paused, quickly swallowed the noodles, nodded, "It's nothing, just be busy."

His brother has been hot enough recently, and he plans to shut up until the matter is completely over.

Young Master Wutiao's face darkened, his head was on fire, and he was about to get angry again.

Kanda Chuanyu took out two candies from his pocket, and quickly peeled off the wrapper to cover his mouth.

Wutiaowu: "..."

I licked it with the tip of my tongue, and bit it into pieces.

It's a little sticky, it's Kopeito.

Kandagawa Yu blinked, "Brother, are you watching a movie?"

This week, when it comes to coaxing his brother, Kanda Chuanyu has already mastered it.

Anyway, find something for him to do, and he will divert his attention after a while.

Like a cat.

Walking out of the ramen shop, Yu Kandagawa sneezed and suddenly felt dizzy.

When he opened the panel, his physical strength dropped again.

Kandagawa Yu was silent for two seconds: "...system, what's going on."

System: [You have a fever. 】

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

Gan.

He really wanted to curse, but he held back, "Changing 2...10 o'clock for me."

Favorability should not be too low, otherwise money will not be saved.

At this time, there were not many people in the movie theater, and the two teenagers bought the couple seats in the last row, the kind where they could lie down.

Kandagawa Yu hugged the doll on the seat, leaned on his brother's shoulder, searched blogs and read comments on his mobile phone.

After reading a few sentences, my eyelids couldn't stop drooping.

Gojo Satoru was actually not that interested in movies, he just watched them one after another, mainly listening to Gojo Yu talking next to him.

After listening for a few minutes, the sound became smaller and smaller, and then his shoulders sank.

The hand holding the phone slid down, fingertips touching fingertips.

The scene on the screen went dark, and light and shadow flickered alternately, decorating the space unreal.

Wujo Wutiao didn't squint, but his attention drifted to the side inadvertently.

He played prudishly for 2 minutes, then let go, completely gave up watching the movie, and turned sideways to play with his brother's face.

The touch of the hand is unbelievably soft, the more you pinch, the more addictive it becomes.

Wujo Satoru was pinching, and at the same time he was thinking wildly.

He thought the old men at home were really annoying, and sooner or later they would be taken away.

He wondered what happened to the evidence of collusion between the Patriarch and the Curse Master that Shicun was looking for. He was so tired of wrangling every day, and he wanted to return to the team early.

He thought that when the matter was over, he would definitely take You on vacation, and let those old bastards do the tasks by themselves, and they would go out to play.

Where are you going?Sure enough, it’s better to soak in hot springs in winter, Izu or Hokkaido?If it's closer, the horses seem to be good...

The movie plays a touching love story, and the hero and heroine recall the scene of their first confession in junior high school.

Gojo Satoru thought about it, and his thinking started to go astray from the main thing.

Otherwise, I should take You to school in the future. What is Xia Ji talking about every day...youth?

They haven't experienced it yet.

Skipping classes, copying homework, falling in love...

However, if he fell in love, what would Yu do?

Or take him with you?

But—when Yu is acting like a baby with him, do you want to share it with others?

And when eating, sleeping, dispelling spells, crying...

Just think about it.

Or forget it.

Gojo Satoru changed his posture, casually playing with the boy's fingers, and suddenly noticed a small cut on the pad of his index finger.

He made a move.

Gojo Satoru stared at it for a long while, then, in a strange way, he lowered his head.

Gently licked the oozing blood.

The movie ended and the surroundings completely darkened.

It also covered his reddened ears.

what.

It tastes like Kopeito.

The movie ended, and Master Wutiao didn't wake anyone up.

On the side of the road in the middle of the night, only the street lights exude an orange halo.

One boy carried another boy on his back, step by step, walking into the darkness without light.

The bulging hat of the down jacket covered the face of the person on the back, and snowflakes floated down one after another, melting on the white fabric.

Let's give You a real birthday, anyway, just happen to be free.

Gojo Satoru looked at Snow Flower and thought.

What gift should I give him?

The next day, Kandagawa Yu woke up in bed.

He touched twice in a daze to confirm that Gojo Satoru was not there, lifted the quilt and stood up, shaking his drowsy head, opened the panel, and saw that his physical strength had dropped again as expected.

Kanda Chuanyu: "..."

so tired.

Kandagawa Yu pinched the bridge of his nose, and called out naturally, "System, help me strengthen—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a cramping pain in his chest, and he knelt down on the ground.

Kanda Chuanyu subconsciously grabbed the clothes on his chest, exerted so much force that the knots turned white, the pain pierced through the nerves, he was sweating profusely, his consciousness was blurred, and he had difficulty breathing.

A mechanical beep sounded in the ear.

【Ding--】

[Trigger Main Quest: The Last Cuckoo]

[Cuckoos never build nests, they lay their eggs in other people's nests, and let other people feed their offspring for themselves]

[Not only that, they will also squeeze all brothers and sisters out of the nest to ensure their healthy growth]

[In order to survive, please try to be the last cuckoo left! 】

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