After being scummed by four men

"Cross the road".

He Zecheng was in the high school, walking slowly along a narrow road to the teaching building.

He frowned while walking, thinking about something, he always felt that something was wrong.

That day, after he was taken away by Junko from the Panxing Sect, he inexplicably returned to his own body, recovered from the curse, and was rescued by Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie who rushed there.

Regardless of his objection, she indulged Nanako and the others in mischief, clearing herself of the crime.

He regained his freedom.

After experiencing many things, He Zecheng was exhausted physically and mentally. He decided to withdraw from the world of magic, went abroad to find a remote place, and lived in seclusion ever since.

He had just told his two former classmates, good friends...and ex-boyfriend about this decision, and received a call from Gojo Satoru the next day.

"Cheng! It's not good, something happened!" Gojo Satoru exaggeratedly yelled on the other end of the phone, "Something happened to Junpei! His spell power..."

He Zecheng suddenly became nervous, holding his breath and waiting for the next sentence.

But Gojo Satoru, the bastard, said:

"Come and see for yourself."

"?" He Zecheng squeezed the phone tightly, "Brother Wu?"

"Look for yourself~ Don't talk, don't talk~" Gojo Satoru smirked on the phone, and then quickly hung up the phone.

beep...

He Zecheng looked at the phone that hung up in his hand, and wanted to call Wujo Wu for the first time.

Is this kind of thing a joke? !

He Zecheng hurried to the high school.

However, Gojo Satoru was not there, and the only one waiting at the appointed place was the nervous and embarrassed Yoshino Junpei.

There is also a trolley.

Kazawa Makoto glanced at the trolley, and then chatted with Yoshino Junpei as if he didn't see it.

"Actually, I don't have any problems. Although I can't use your spells, I have my own spells." Yoshino Junpei scratched his head embarrassedly.

"That's good." He Zecheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Really, brother Wu, what are you messing around with again?

The pushbox next to Yoshino Junpei suddenly vibrated.

He Zecheng still maintained a warm smile, as if he had discovered everything.

Yoshino Junpei was taken aback, took a quick peek at Makoto Kazawa, and hurriedly changed his words loudly:

"Of course, it would be even better if you can use your technique! Do you have any solutions?"

"...No, Junpei, you can't use my technique." He Zecheng shook his head helplessly, and when Yoshino Junpei said that he couldn't use his own technique, he understood what happened.

He Zecheng is a very special magician. He is special in that his magic formula needs to be matched with other unique talents of his own to understand or meet the conditions for use.

Without the talent of "seeing" the soul, it would be impossible to understand his spells, and without a high concentration of mana, the prerequisites for using the spells could not be achieved.

"Eh?!" Hearing his resolute refusal, Yoshino Junpei became even more flustered, and kept glancing at the box nervously.

Sure enough, the box suddenly trembled violently, as if hating iron for not being steel.

"Since there is no problem, then goodbye Junpei." He Zecheng nodded politely and said goodbye.

Then, as he completely ignored the box when he came, he still ignored the strangeness of the box, turned around and was about to leave.

Hearing this, the box trembled so much that it was about to explode.

Yoshino Junpei's thoughts changed sharply, his face flushed and he shouted loudly:

"Wait, Mr. Kazawa!"

He Zecheng stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at him helplessly.

Being watched by the blond youth with such an expression, Yoshino Junpei always felt guilty that he seemed to understand everything all along.

And Yoshino Junpei had an inexplicable feeling that the helplessness of the blond-haired youth was not aimed at himself, but... at this box.

"That, that! Can you explain the reason? I'm curious, can you tell me?" Yoshino Junpei looked at Kazawa Makoto pitifully and said.

Being looked at so pitifully by the handsome young man, He Zecheng was a little soft-hearted, and at the same time a little angry and funny.

He closed his eyes, and finally said:

"Brother Wu, if you tease people like this again, I'm going to get angry."

"Sincere!"

He Zecheng greeted him with a bear hug.

As the 1.9-meter-long white-haired cat continued to act coquettishly, Kazawa Makoto stretched out a hand from behind Gojo Satoru, and waved it at the overwhelmed Yoshino Junpei.

Yoshino Junpei slipped away cleverly.

"You're so smart, Makoto! You found me!" Gojo Satoru was wearing Xiaoyuan sunglasses, rubbing against Makoto He Ze with a happy expression on his face.

That's because I remember what your soul looks like.

He Zecheng bent his lips silently, and then tried his best to push Gojo Satoru's face away from his neck.

"How did you become so childish?"

He Zecheng's words were just out of emotion.

Although the young Gojo Satoru is also very childish, but it is more of a kind of unbridled presumptuousness, rather than the current full of begging for mercy.

Gojo Satoru paused his movements very sensitively, his voice was soft and deep, pressed against He Zecheng's neck, sounding muffled:

"……Do you not like it?"

"No." He Zecheng blushed a little, and said softly, "It's okay, you are fine now."

However, after He Zecheng finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Gojo Satoru hugged him quietly, and the cicadas' chirping echoed loudly and longly among the green leaves that were gradually stained with brown withered marks. Occasionally, the leaves shook slightly and made a "click" sound of colliding with each other.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, and then said softly:

"No way, who told me to fall in love with a cruel person?"

"...Brother Wu?" He Zecheng was a little confused, not understanding what Wujo Wu meant.

Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed, as if mocking himself:

"You will only be soft-hearted towards the children, just like you left me voluntarily for Nanako and the others."

"If...if I become like a child, won't you leave me again?"

He Zecheng felt uncomfortable. He was ashamed of Wujo Wu, because he took the initiative to let go of Wujo Wu's hand, and he will always have a deep guilt towards Wujo Wu.

But the reason why He Zecheng refused to dismiss the charges was also because he believed that he actually had the will to kill and was not completely coerced.

But he finally chose Nanako and the others instead of Gojo Satoru, this fact cannot be justified.

So He Zecheng didn't explain, but just hugged Gojo Satoru tightly.

"Stay, Makoto, I need you," Wujo Satoru kissed the top of He Zecheng's hair, his voice was soft and low, "Take care of me, He Zecheng, you can't abandon me anymore."

"But..." But Brother Wu, I'm tired, really tired.

He Zecheng pressed his cheek against Gojo Satoru's chest, and fell into a strong hesitation.

Exhaustion and guilt pulled him, and He Zecheng felt extremely tormented.

Gojo Satoru hugged He Zecheng, and fell silent after hearing him mutter something.

As He Zecheng remained silent for longer, the corners of Gojo Satoru's lips slowly curled up.

Knowing He Zecheng very well, he knew that he was about to succeed.

However, unexpectedly, He Zecheng pushed him away.

"Cheng?" Wujo Wujo was taken aback, and then wanted to step forward and hug him again.

He Zecheng lowered his head and stepped back a few steps messily, avoiding him.

He Zecheng felt that his mind was in a mess, and his long-awaited determination was shaken at this moment.

He Zecheng felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have come to the college.

As long as he faced Gojo Satoru, he would always be eaten to death by him.

But this time, He Zecheng really wanted to leave, completely leave this place full of his gloomy life memories.

So he tried his best to sustain his last trace of sobriety, lowered his head, bit his lips, and struggled:

"Let me think again, Brother Wu, I need to think again..."

Then before Wujo Wu could speak, he ran away in a panic, for fear that Wu Jo Wu would shake his determination again.

Gojo Satoru looked at He Zecheng's hurried back, but didn't catch up.

He knew that the pursuit might make He Zecheng stay obediently for a while, but after a long time, it is inevitable that there will be no changes.

Facing He Zecheng, Gojo Satoru, who has always been adventurous, also hated variables contrary to his nature.

Because of the variables, I missed it with He Zecheng by accident.

Because of variables, Jie did the most regrettable thing by accident.

There must be no variables this time.

He and Jie wanted to join hands to make He Zecheng stay willingly and wholeheartedly.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru called Xia Youjie.

Almost instantly, Xia Youjie connected the phone.

It was like waiting for Gojo Satoru's signal.

"Enlightened?"

"The rest is up to you, Jie." Gojo Gojo paused, and said a little anxiously, "Jie, you must not make mistakes."

Xia Youjie chuckled on the other end of the phone:

"Will not."

"If something goes wrong... Wu, I know that you have been sneaking towards the confinement room recently."

"Cheng won't like it, you know, Jie." Wujo Satoru didn't notice the panic at all, with a flat face, "So you have to do your best."

"Hey hey~ Leave the rest to me."

He Zecheng ran around, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had unknowingly come to the downstairs of the dormitory.

In the blink of an eye, the room that was always cleaned in his memory, and the clothes in the closet that were changed from time to time, all of a sudden made him shake.

"Brother Wu, Mr. Xia You..." He Zecheng sighed, and he didn't know what the two of them were thinking.

But adults, now that they have grown up, they always have to face many helplessness and parting in life.

He Zecheng hoped that they would be stronger, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

But thinking of the unrelenting temperament of this pair of close friends...

Could it be that Mr. Xia You is also waiting for him like Brother Wu, so he can make some strong pleadings?

He Zecheng went up to the dormitory building while thinking, and then he stopped at the entrance of the corridor, looking ahead in a panic.

A handsome monk wearing a dark blue cassock with a golden belt was slightly bowing his head, standing with his hands crossed, waiting for him in front of his dormitory door.

It's Xia Youjun!

Because he has been in contact with Xia Youjie before, He Zecheng has no clear understanding of how difficult Xia Youjie is.

He was so frightened that he immediately turned around and was about to run away, but Xia Youjie hurriedly called him to a stop and said:

"Wait a minute! Cheng, I'm not here to force you!"

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I've been procrastinating for a long time (Watch the sky)

完了一打后宫+前朝的游戏，然鹅还没有玩够....感谢在2022-02-042:14:48~2022-02-0722:45:55期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 52 bottles of ink dyeing; 10 bottles of fish and cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!