Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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Edogawa Conan's experience in emergency 'subduing' prisoners for so many years is no joke.

His reflex nerves were ready to go when he felt the malice of the curse spirit, starting from the hand on the football belt switch, the whole body activated the 'uniform' mode.

The football was drawn from the middle of the belt and bounced off the ground.

The button on the side of the foot-strengthening shoes he was wearing was rotated and opened in an instant, and the current jumped into the ankle and quickly spread to the entire right foot.

The glasses in his hand had already fallen to the ground, and the curse spirit that could not be seen with the naked eye disappeared immediately.

Even if he couldn't see the magic spirit, he kicked the football under his feet and went forward like his determination.

Accompanied by the blowing wind and sand, a bolt of lightning strikes forward.

"Bam—"

Hit the curse!

This power is much stronger than the power of the curse spirit itself.

The abdomen was hit by a football that was faintly flashing with lightning. The huge pressure pressed it and forced it to rush back. It rushed straight to the iron fence and made a second "bang", resounding through the sky.

"Boom," the football unloaded and fell to the ground with gravity, and deflated from a certain gap, "呵——"

It is obviously a curse spirit, but it can lose consciousness like a human being, and fall face down on the ground to be slaughtered by the magician.

Kamo Tsurumi, who witnessed this scene, unconsciously raised an infinitely widening smile, he forced himself to suppress a little bit, and patted Edogawa Conan's head again, his voice was inexplicably hoarse, "It's true~"

There is endless chilling joy in the words.

"You guys," Zenyuan Maki finally noticed the other two people present, and explained seriously, "This place should have been cleared long ago."

"Don't be so serious, maki" Kamo Tsurumi teased her, stepped forward to snatch the spear from her hand, and threw it onto the iron net before she snatched it back, easily piercing the curse spirit.

The curse spirit, who had already lost its mobility, was pierced by the spear from the head to the body, and the spear penetrated into the body of the curse spirit, and the purple blood belonging to the curse spirit flowed down the side of the gun barrel.

"..." Chanyuan Maki stared at the spear, the magic power gushing from the spear burned into flames in just one breath, devouring the magic spirit she couldn't see.

She suddenly looked back at Kamo Tsurumi, frowning to ask something, "You..."

The huge spell power is no less than the power of the sky and the spell.

The man was clearly a conjurer, but she had never heard of such a character.

"I am," Kamo Tsurumi introduced himself intentionally, and smiled after thinking for a moment, "I am the supervisor of this sister school exchange meeting. We should meet again at the meeting place the day after tomorrow, Maki-san."

Supervision of the exchange meeting?I have never heard that there will be supervision at the exchange meeting.

Zenin Maki didn't loosen her brows, and looked at Kamo Tsurumi with vigilance.

Kamo Tsurumi knew that she wouldn't believe it immediately, so he continued to talk, "Panda and Gomaki will also participate, right, why didn't Yuta participate this time?"

His familiarity with Pang Da and the others was not false in his words, Zenyuan Maki put down a little vigilance.

"Yuta is on a business trip. Didn't you know that the Kyoto school was wiped out at the exchange meeting last year?"

"I don't know." Kamo Tsurumi led her back to the direction of Edogawa Conan in a good mood, shaking his head from side to side and said, "After all, I came back after ten years, and I don't know what happened before. .”

"ten years?!"

Zenyuan Maki looked him up and down in disbelief, "No, no matter how you look at it, you are about the same age as me, at most how old."

"The age is about the same, but I am a time traveler, so things like the speed of time are different." Kamo Tsurumi ran the train full of nonsense, telling the truth in the tone of the second illness.

Sure enough, Zenyuan Maki's eyes, which were still a little wary and suspicious, became speechless, and the corners of her mouth twitched and said perfunctorily: "Ah, yes, that's amazing."

"Yeah!" He seemed to have not had enough fun, and then added, "I met Pang Da ten years ago. He was still a giant panda cub at that time. I didn't expect to grow up and gain weight after ten years. gone."

"photo,"

"No photo taken!"

This guy is a second child, confirmed.

Zenyuan Maki put the matter aside, thanked Edogawa Conan and took back the glasses from him.

The lens of the glasses has been broken, and I think I can't continue to use it.

She sighed silently, she had to suspend the task before getting the new glasses, and she didn't know if she could catch up with the exchange meeting.

"Worried about the glasses?" Kamo Tsuru saw that he could guess a little bit from her appearance, and asked her on his own initiative.

"..." Chanyuan Maki remained silent.

"Conan, will you go ahead and lead the way? I won't go, thank you."

He excused Conan Edogawa, and the smart Conan consciously led the way.

"Cough." Kamo Tsurumi cleared his throat, pretending to be a fair and impartial supervisor, "As a supervisor, I don't want to see any factors that lead to a lack of personnel for a certain party, which will cause a certain party to lose the championship award."

"What are you talking about, when will there be such a thing as a championship certificate at the exchange meeting, are you a primary school student?" Chanyuan Maki complained mercilessly at him.

He didn't learn much from Gojo Satoru, the strongest thing was the ability to talk to himself:

"For the sake of fairness, justice and world peace, this supervisor has decided to use his personal relationship to get you a pair of glasses as soon as possible."

"Please Maki follow me and say - 'Thank you for supervision', please cooperate."

Inexplicably feeling the déjà vu of facing that teacher from him, Chanyuan Maki cooperated with him and read: "Thank you for supervision."

"Yeah, that's great! As expected of a student brought out by Wu!"

Kamo Tsurumi took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Enlightenment? Don't be busy, let me help you."

"I met Maki on the way. Her glasses were broken and she needed new ones urgently. You asked someone to make a pair urgently."

"Your students may not be able to participate in the exchange meeting. I helped you find this problem and propose a solution. I helped you."

"I appreciate your thanks, goodbye."

He hung up the phone, silently edited a text message to Gojo Satoru, put away the phone, and gave Zenyuan Maki a thumbs up, "It's done."

"Wujo Wu?" Zenyuan Maki asked him, she couldn't think of anyone in the world of magic with the name "Wu" besides that unreliable teacher.

Kamo Tsurumi nodded, "Yes, so you don't have to ask him after you go back to school."

"You can't really be a time traveler, can you?" Zenyuan Maki asked tentatively. The attitude of this supervisor and Gojo Satoru is really not like that of their peers.

Hearing this, he pursed the corners of his mouth and let out a suffocated laughter, "You, believe me?"

"I do not have."

As the sun goes down, Conan Edogawa, a high school student with the appearance of a child, opens the way in front, and Zenin Maki, who is really a high school student, chats with 29-year-old Kamo Tsurumi in the back.

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After parting from Zenin Maki and Edogawa Conan, Kamo Tsurumi returns to the bungalow.

The room was brightly lit, and it was obvious that someone had come back before him.

The door seemed to be pushed open by the smell of food, and the tangy aroma of rice penetrated into his nostrils, as if someone put rice into his mouth for him to chew.

There was also the smell of curry he had wanted for a long time.

Kamo Tsurumi looked at the kitchen unexpectedly. He remembered that Satoru said that he would not come back early because he had a mission today, so he was ready to cook an fried egg for dinner.

"Gut ton ton..." The heat surged up and was pressed down by the ruthless pot cover. The smell in the air should be almost ripe.

Gojo Satoru was stirring the curry in the pot with his back turned to him, the apron straps on his body were crossed around his waist, and his shoulders were relaxed and unguarded.

A pair of hands sneaked through the sides of the waist, hugged him from behind, and pressed his chest against his back.

"Tsuruki?" He knew who was back, and let him hug him, his hands kept moving, "It's almost ready, you can grab a spoon and wait to eat."

Kamo Tsurumi didn't say a word, he buried himself in his clothes room and sniffed gently, as if he was satiated as if he was taking a big tonic.

After a while, he asked slowly, "How do you know I want curry?"

"You said it yourself."

"When?"

The curry was perfectly prepared, and Gojo Satoru who stopped stirring turned around and said with a smile, "Yesterday, in bed."

Kamo Tsurumi: "..."

Kamo Tsurumi: "I don't remember."

"It's normal that you don't remember, because after you finished speaking, you lost consciousness~"

Kamo Tsurumi, who had no such memory at all, signaled him to continue with his eyes.

"On the fourth, it seems to be five? I can't remember clearly, I asked you if you want to eat anything, you said you want curry..."

Gojo Satoru turned around and hugged him back, lowered his head along his slightly curved upper body, put his mouth close to his ear and said in an extremely loud voice: "You actually passed out because of this, senior is so shameful——"

"Oh!" He let go of the person in his arms and took a step back to avoid the attack, "...so I'm making curry today! Kua Kua!"

"Boast, boast, you," Kamo Tsurumi said through gritted teeth, and suddenly smiled provocatively at him, "It's nothing to win once, if you have the ability, you can compete today."

He kept remembering only four times, and the guy said there was a fifth time, and he didn't even know if there was a sixth time.

As expected of the strongest conjurer, his physical strength is really good.

"Okay."

The strongest conjurer easily accepted his 'challenge', and continued with the last step of making curry. He took out two spoons from the bowl and chopsticks rest and handed them to him, "Brave man, please accept the gift from the gods, eat enough Only then will you have enough physical strength to challenge the mighty Demon King."

The brave man held the [gift from the gods] and ate a plate full of [the devil's handmade curry]. Because he instinctively wanted to be lazy after eating, he had to temporarily postpone the agreement with the devil.

But the devil is not willing, no one can release the pigeon of the devil.

The devil and the brave fought to the limit. One side escaped with the excuse of "the food is too delicious to move", while the other side forced the battle with "ten years" of panacea.

The brave man has no position to refute, it is indeed because he did not think carefully about that matter.

The greedy devil enjoyed this hearty battle very much. They fought from the dining table to the sofa, and from the sofa to the room.

The battle lasted for several hours, and the brave man was finally defeated because of the good biological clock developed in his hometown.

"I won! Where's the prize?"

"...no prize."

Kamo Tsurumi was really sleepy.

The eyelids drooped, leaving only a small gap, and he put his hands on the pink dots in front of his eyes and pulled hard.

"hiss--"

Gojo Satoru quickly covered the place where he was grabbing, with a few tears streaming out of the corners of his eyes, he questioned him in a low voice: "Why is there only punishment if you win?"

"Pfft," Kamo Tsurumi, who discovered his weakness, laughed unceremoniously, and turned his back on him, "I only have one high-level meeting to hold tomorrow."

"Meeting? It's okay not to go to that kind of thing."

"Tsurumi?"

"Asleep."

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The author has something to say:

At night, I was arrested by relatives and friends and sent to the desperate situation of Longmen. I coded the number of words in an essay for the college entrance examination, and there are still six chapters left to save

Relatives and friends: It’s not good for you to update on time

me: you are right