After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

After refreshing the three views of the new students as usual, Haruhi briskly pulled the suitcase and the three of them into the long-awaited black van, and drove slowly to the Tokyo High School of Conjuration.

On the way, Qingli was sitting in the passenger seat, chatting with each other one after another, and the whole car was filled with his voice.

"Xiaohui, I heard Wu said that you have been reading that book The Hanged Man recently, why are you suddenly so carefree?"

"Whenever you get it, just watch it."

Through the rearview mirror, I saw the young man's eyes turned to one side, with no expression on his face, Qingli raised his eyebrows, and felt amused.

He nodded seriously: "Well... well, yes, if I didn't pick it up casually, I probably wouldn't have chosen this one. How can I say it's my first book, and some places are quite depressing and dark. The popularity among young people is low."

"...It's actually not bad, at least I like the ending very much."

Fu Heihui murmured to himself in a very low voice, which naturally did not escape Qingli's ears, on the contrary it surprised him a little.

"Huh? Have you finished reading it?"

"No, it was spoiled by Wutiao."

".........OK."

Qingli shrugged and leaned to one side, leaning her arms on the car window, unconsciously curling the corners of her lips.

"However, you still need to read it yourself. Although the writing was relatively green at that time, it was my favorite book."

It is also the book he wrote with the most emotion when he wrote it.

In the future, there will be few immersive writing that can fully substitute emotions.

After all, most of the stories written are other people's stories, not his.

"—Um, sorry to interrupt, I'm curious... Is Saotome-san a writer?"

Listening to the content of their conversation, the more you listened, the more confused the knotweed Yuren raised his hand to intervene, expressing the question in his heart.

He knows every word, why can't he understand it together?

What first book?Did Fu Hei read the book?

Didn't Fuhei read the works written by Ichimoku Hatori?

and many more.

Yuzu Yuhito suddenly realized something, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wild Rose Nagasaki who also had the same recognition and was extremely surprised.

The two people's eyes met vaguely, and they both sensed a trace of understanding from each other's eyes, and the next words of the man opposite also confirmed their guesses.

"Well, it's just writing something casually. You should have heard of it—Ichimoku Hato, this is my pen name."

......It really is.

The two subconsciously opened their mouths in surprise.

Mr. Wujo's object is a writer or something, this match is too strange!

No matter how you look at it, they look like the kind of people who shouldn't have any intersection at all.

"Oh, that's right, since you all know me, I might as well reveal a little more, do you know the author of "Shan Nu Nishin"? "

"I've heard of it, but the author hasn't written much in recent years. There are rumors that he is going to close his pen. I don't know if it's true or not."

Nagasaki Yarose recovered from her shock and forced herself to join the conversation between them.

Because I lived in the country in the past, I had few things for entertainment, and often I could only read books. When I was young, I picked up a few books by Yamame Nichima from the bookshelf at home, and they were all the kind that the elders in the family liked to read.

And the complete version of the rumor is actually—the new author Ichimoku Hato is very popular, faintly overshadowing the predecessor, Shannv Nishin, who still doesn't know how to restrain himself, so the latter decides to close his pen from then on.

Of course, these are the guesses of some presumptuous people. No one knows the real situation, but it is not clear whether the person involved knows or not.

Nagasaki Wild Rose glanced quietly, but was keenly captured by the other party, and then smiled at her friendly.

Ah...it's really amazing that Gojo Satoru's character can have a partner.

...Although he is a man, it is unbelievable no matter how you think about it.

Well, forget it, it actually has nothing to do with her, people talk about it as they like, after the shock, that's all.

As soon as we talked about this topic, Qingli's words became more and more: "The matter of sealing the pen is true, but it has not been revealed to the public yet."

Yuzu Yuhito was at a loss: "Eh? How did Mr. Saotome know, did you know each other in private?"

"I know you." Hearing this, Haruto sneered, "Because of living a retired life and spending honeymoon with his wife in Japan every day, the works have been opened again and again, and the willful middle-aged people who simply stopped writing. .. Well, Shannv Rizhen is such a person, and also my father."

"........."

Compared with Mr. Wutiao, Gang Xindao will not surprise them any more. How could there be a truth that would make them even more blinded!

Ignoring the stunned expressions of the two children, Qingli continued: "However, writing can't be said to be my main occupation, at most it is because of my interest. At other times, I also want to help exorcise the curse spirit. This time I went to Kyoto The same goes for business trips.”

"Mr. Saotome or a conjurer?"

"Yes, but most of them are for auxiliary work. My spells are not aggressive, and I'm vulnerable to danger."

At this time, Fu Heihui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly came over and said in a low voice: "...meeting you as a first-level warlock, I think the curse spirit is more dangerous."

Haruhi: "..."

Qingli's expression remained unchanged: "Hui, are you in the rebellious period? Do you want to tell Tsumiji?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Fu Heihui didn't understand, what happened to you adults? !

Sue at every turn, dare to be more childish!

While talking, Qingli's cell phone rang, and he took it out of his windbreaker pocket to look at the caller ID on it, and glanced lightly at a certain child in the back seat of the car who was covered in depression, and his tone was meaningful.

"Just finished speaking, didn't you call now?"

Fu Heihui: ...? ?

He pressed the answer button slowly: "Hello? Tsumiji? Hmm, I just came back from Kyoto and I'm going to the high school with Xiao Hui. Do you need Hui to answer the phone? Oh, no, forget it."

The unlovable person behind him was startled, and Haruto was amused by his posture as if he was facing a big enemy, but he didn't really report to Miki Fukurotsu.

Immediately afterwards, I heard other people's voices coming from the other end of the phone, it was Nanako's voice. I thought that the two sisters, Tsumiji and Nanami, both went to school in Fujimi, and it was normal for them to be together often.

"Huh? Of course I brought it as a souvenir. After all, Nanako has been clamoring to eat raw Yatsuhashi from Kyoto. Um, um, I will. Alright, see you tomorrow."

The call time was not long, and soon Qingli hung up the phone and put away the phone, and Fu Heihui in the back seat finally relaxed.

Seeing him like this, Qingli couldn't help but bend her eyes: "Don't worry, I'm joking, I won't tell Tsumiji."

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked out the window: "Ah, Gao Zhuan is here."

The car had already stopped at the stone plank road outside the college, and Qingli and the young people walked up the stone steps together, talking and laughing all the way into the gate of the college.

"Oh—isn't Ms. Saotome a high school graduate?"

"I went to another school in high school. It's the kind where non-warlocks and warlocks are integrated."

So Yu Zhang Youren turned to look at Fu Heihui: "Then why didn't Fu Hei go to school there?"

Fu Heihui's expression was complicated, as if he was recalling some bad memories: "Because of some personal reasons, I can only choose between Tokyo High School and Kyoto High School."

Because of his blood in the Buddhist monastery, the high-level conjurer required him to enroll in two colleges under high-level management. He became a conjurer just to gain the ability to protect others, and to repay favors. Fujiji is very safe, and he doesn't care where he goes to school.

Knotabagi Yourhito thought thoughtfully: "I see, it sounds very complicated."

Since most of the people she knew were not in the college, Qingli had no choice but to sit down on a bench with the three of them, switching topics at will and chatting.

Megumi Fukuro sat on the far side with his head bowed and swiped his phone, while Yuzu Yuuhito and Rose Kizaki sat on both sides, asking a lot of questions like a curious baby, most of which were about Gojo Satoru's past.

They don't dare to ask themselves, so it shouldn't be a problem to ask the relevant personnel, right?

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei's eyes were full of gossip, and she said enthusiastically, "What was it like when Wujo-sensei was in high school?"

Qingli thought for a while, and answered her: "Actually, it's no different from now. During Wu's high school period, he was not very popular, and he often made his seniors angry. His arrogant personality is very unpleasant, but depending on the situation, he is still the same now—— "

Before the words were finished, a voice suddenly sounded from not far away, Wutiao Wu didn't know when he appeared in front of them.

"When I was away for a while, I heard Xiao Qingli talking badly about me behind my back. It's too much for me to come to the college to look for you after I finished my exorcism. How can you slander me in front of my students?"

Only the lower half of the face was exposed, and the mouth was shrunk, looking very wronged.

Not at all guilty of speaking ill of others behind their backs, Qingli glanced at her very calmly: "Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course I'm wrong. It's obvious that those people are too weak and don't even have the mental capacity to bear it. How can you blame me?"

"..." He was silent for a while, and directly ignored the other party and said calmly to the young people, "Look, that's how he talks, and he doesn't make sense at all."

Two people: "......"

Nagasaki Wild Rose and Knotabagi Yuhito hesitated to speak, and in the end neither of them spoke in a tacit understanding.

Their dazed expressions really pleased Qingli, he smiled, got up and walked towards someone he hadn't seen for a long time, putting his hand on the other's shoulder naturally.

"Okay, today's chat is over, someone is here to pick me up, I should say goodbye."

This intimate attitude made everyone present feel toothache, except that Fu Heihui, who had grown up since childhood, was used to it, and he didn't have the slightest feeling during the whole process, wishing that the two of them would leave quickly.

Chatting with young people really makes people feel relaxed. Qingli was in a good mood, and then waved her hand to say goodbye to a few people.

"Everyone have to work hard, goodbye."

Back in the room where the two lived, Haruhi put down the suitcase, took off the coat and hung it on the coat rack, then sat lazily on the sofa and turned on the TV in the living room.

Recalling the freshmen he met in the college, he couldn't help laughing, expressing emotion.

"They are really lovely children. Every one of Wu's students is very interesting."

On the surface it is a high school of magic, but in fact it is a gathering place for problem children, and everyone has their own personalities.

This year is pretty good, but those last year were considered to have the ultimate personality, with a variety of abilities and personalities.

But without a single exception, the doubts and shocks he showed after learning his identity were extremely exciting. After more times, he even started to play around, and teased the group of children to appreciate their reactions.

Gojo Satoru over there also took off his teacher's uniform, and sat down wearing only the white shirt underneath, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa, in a posture of embracing someone.

He took off the blindfold and complained: "I know my students are very cute, but compared to that, don't you miss me? I haven't seen me for half a month, but I miss Haruto so much, I can't wait to fly Go to Kyoto to meet you."

As he said that, Gojo Satoru fumbled to hold Haruto's hand, and he could feel something gently pinching between his fingers, which was the ring on the other's ring finger.

"I finally came back, but I keep talking about others. Really, Xiaowu is going to be jealous."

"Eating the jealousy of young people, Wu, are you still a child?"

Qingli brushed his hair a few times with her free hand, and then stroked that fair and soft face. Ten years later, the other person's face has not changed much just like his character, it is still so bold and sharp, but in that The moment the eyes were exposed was somewhat fleeting and well-behaved.

The blue eyes, as clear as the sky, blinked slowly in response, then closed again, and rubbed his furry head against the palm of his hand. Compared with his gentle expression, the hand that was originally resting on the back of the sofa Touching towards the waist, and then into the crook of the arm, his attitude was inexplicably tough.

"I don't care, just say you miss me."

Qingli's waist was itchy after being touched by him, and she hurriedly nodded: "Yeah, I miss you, I miss you very much."

However, Gojo Satoru was not satisfied with this compromise, which seemed to be under the coercion of power. He hummed twice, buried his head on the side of the other party's neck, and took a bite as if to vent. He was not surprised to hear a hiss from the person under him.

"...So perfunctory! Well, forget it, Gojo-sama, I have forgiven you a lot."

Letting go of the man's neck that was red from being bitten, Wujo Wu went to another place and kissed the long-coveted lips.

"Next, you have to make it up to me."

............

"Speaking of which, I went to Kyoto this time and met Zenyuan Naoya."

Hearing the untimely words ringing in his ears, Gojo Satoru stopped and pouted in dissatisfaction.

"What did you mention that guy?"

Qingli let out a breath of hot air slowly, raised her hand and stroked her messy and obstructive temple hair, pinning it behind her ears, and said in a hoarse voice: "He still remembers his grudge, he scolded me in front of his colleagues, it's a pity that he ran away too much. I didn't catch up soon."

After imagining the scene described by the other party, Gojo Satoru felt that his high spirits dropped a level in an instant, and after a moment of silence, he suppressed a little discomfort and spoke slowly.

"Got it, next time I'll find an excuse to beat him up for you."

After finishing speaking, he eagerly lowered his head and kissed the mouth of the man under him who didn't know how to read the atmosphere, and bit the slightly red earlobe punitively, unwilling to listen to any topics that had nothing to do with the moment.

"Stop talking about those spoilers and concentrate on it, huh?"