"It's a classmate."

Through the rearview mirror, he could see the people in the back seat clearly, including his cowering expression and the inexhaustible scars on his cheeks.

There's a little bit of a sorcerer's talent, but it's only a little bit, probably the kind of guy who can only see a little bit of a spell spirit when he is very emotional or when he is dying, but he will be particularly vulnerable because of this useless sensitivity in ordinary life, right?

It's not a talent at all, it's a disability.

Qi Suo's mind was full of thoughts, but his face was not obvious, he just poked his head out of the co-pilot with a smile, stretched out his hand to Shunping, and smiled very kindly: "It's good - Jing has made new friends so soon." Hello, I'm Jing's brother, don't be restrained, just call me Jie. ”

Jay and Mirror? It's not like the brother's name at all, Suguru and Kagami are put together, no one would think that this is the eldest son and the second son, and he thought that people who feel very rich will pay more attention to this kind of thing. The color of their eyes is not the same, genetics are rare, Mr. Jie also deliberately did not introduce his surname, could it be because he did not have the surname Guannan, and he was afraid that I would ask the reason so that he deliberately concealed it? Are they the reconstituted brothers of some remarried family? Ah, speaking of which, he has a good fragrance, what kind of smell is this, not like perfume, is it the kind of incense that will be lit in the temple? After all, you may have just come out of that kind of place in your robe......

While thinking wildly, Yoshino Shunhei shook hands with Qi Suo nervously, and subconsciously raised his eyelids and glanced at Guannan Jing, wondering if he would deny the term "new friend".

However, the other party just stared out the window empty, seemingly completely unconcerned about what they were saying.

Shunping relaxed a little, but he raised his heart from another angle: Guannanjing's protective behavior and cold attitude formed a contradiction, which made him wonder if he was too much to trouble others. The other party may have just helped him out of courtesy, but in fact, he wouldn't like people like him at all, so he couldn't wait to get out of this limousine......

The brother in the robe in the front seat is also a strange and beautiful person who can't smile under his eyes. In this sense, they are indeed a pair of brothers who are very much alike.

He felt that he should be likable, take the initiative to introduce himself, express his gratitude, and say a few light jokes to liven up the atmosphere...... But in the end, he just spit out a sentence from his throat: "Thank you, thank you, my name is Yoshino Shunpei." ”

The air was stagnant, and the "Xia Youjie" on the co-pilot pulled out his warm and wide palm, and tentatively touched Guan Nanjing's hair, but the other party did not support or oppose it. Qi Suo looked gentle and quietly found him a step down: "Don't sulk, Jing, you obviously like your classmates very much, so you want to send them home, right?" Let's talk. I didn't mean to throw away all the desserts in your refrigerator, but it's really not okay to eat so much, didn't the doctor say it when I filled my teeth last time? Whoa—"

What fillings, what desserts, as if it were true. Guan Nanjing finally gave a reaction, glanced at Qi Suo, probably to convey the meaning of "you don't like to pretend too much", and was a little irritated to hit his endless hand.

But from the perspective of others, it really looks like the little young master who pretended to be cold was embarrassed and embarrassed by being poked.

Yoshino Shunpei, who was sitting next to them, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and the next second he was worried that he would be misunderstood by Guannan Mirror as mocking him and forced him to put it down. I just felt that it should be a more relaxed atmosphere at this time, so I dared to muster up the courage to raise a pair of big black and white eyes, and timidly secretly looked at Guannanjing, who was swinging his fist in the air with a puffed face and his brother and cat.

No matter how cold you are to others, you are still very affectionate to each other, which is no different from ordinary people.

It's a brother.

A kind of gentle and weak envy was born from the bottom of Shunping's heart, because he felt that he had suddenly been torn apart in the ugly daily life of life, and he glimpsed positive human emotions, and he could not even produce jealousy, and only sincerely felt that this scene was very warm. Maybe it's because he's sitting just a butt away from the other party at this time, so he has the illusion that this light will shine on him as well.

"I'm not interested in participating in your confession."

Fuheshi leaned his head back on the luxurious and comfortable leather sofa, and yawned heavily in the car with a bitter light sandalwood:

"I'm not your house slave, and I'm not obligated to please you, little ghost, if you're asking for guilt, I'll advise you to stop. When you failed to save people, life and death were already doomed, I hope you are not stupid enough to have any illusions, I don't love to do business with crazy people. ”

Yi Dizhi's heart has become a famous painting shouting: Ahhhh

"Ah!!h He literally shouted, almost bouncing off his seat and hitting his head on the roof of the car, only to find out in extreme horror that it was Satoru Gojo who slapped him on the shoulder.

As the sun sets through the sunscreen windows, the saturation drops noticeably, and the white balance slips a lot from orange to blue. Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, making him inexplicably seem to see the other party's emotionless blue eyes through the blindfold:

"You can have dinner first, Idichi."

What are they trying to say? Dark Cloud got up and went to work, and in the evening breeze, Ijichi took a sip of the steamy coffee that had just fallen from the vending machine, and shivered vigorously because of its temperature.

A boy and girl in uniform who had just come home from school passed by him, and although they were very close, they didn't give a look at him at all, and when they almost stepped on his feet, they screamed and jumped two steps, and turned around and casually complained that Ojisan should not stand in such a way.

Idichi didn't care, and even felt a kind of tired relief from being ignored while standing in the bustling crowd. He knew that he was an inconspicuous person, completely different from Satoru Gojo, who was the focus of the crowd everywhere he went. But even Satoru Gojo, who is so powerful and has a bad personality, has seen the other party withdraw as if he is cut off from the world...... The moment when he was in the car just now, when he didn't hide his emotions, was so similar to that time, Ijichi thought that he was back many years ago.

When two of his second-year seniors died in an accident.

It was also at that time that the diligent but tattered Ijichi came out of the training room, dreaming that he might one day be upgraded to a third-level spell master, and that he could deal with some fourth-level spells similar to the kind of fourth-level spells that "children can't finish their homework on the last day of their summer vacation".

The two of them were talking intermittently about words that Idichi didn't understand, and Glass's voice was hoarse, as if they had just cried. But Idichi felt that he was thinking too much. The other party is the most valuable healer in the spell world, and there are thousands of lives and deaths flowing in his hands. Spellcasters are not equal in nature, but there is no difference in the moment of death, the same pain, the same weakness, the same brokenness, the same misery...... Glasses is obviously used to this, so he will never be as stressful as he is.

So I think it's just a cigarette choking:

"All cuts are skillful knife marks, man-made, not eaten by spell spirits. So maybe you can still find some of it, it's just ......"

It's just that it won't be the way it was.

"The heart must have been left intact...... Start looking for ...... The eyes should be ......"

Sounds like he's talking about a spell. Anyway, the seniors can ignore him, he can't ignore them, that would be too rude. Idchi mustered up his courage and greeted them with a trembling voice.

"Before, seniors...... Did you just come back from a mission? Hard, hard work! If there's anything I can help with, please feel free to send-"

If Satoru Gojo's blindfold had been taken off just now, Ijichi believed that his eyes must have been very similar to that moment. It was the first and only time in his life that Idichi was stared at intently and completely by the Six Eyes, placed in what seemed to be the center of the cosmic firmament, and then he was suddenly sentenced to death as a sorcerer:

"You're a first-year student, right? Iluz? You're too weak to be a sorcerer, and you're just going to die. ”

“…… Yes? ……”

Idichi even forgot to correct him for misremembering his name, and just stood there in a daze, almost feeling like he had misheard. Although Gojo Satoru is notoriously perverse, he is also famous for never bothering to point fingers at others, and he is a willful, but the desire for power is also very low.

On the same topic, if it is possible for senior Xia Youjie to say "doing other things can also help ordinary people, it is not valuable to be a spell master", Gojo Satoru is the type who will only say "It doesn't matter, life and death are fateful, do what you like, everyone will die sooner or later anyway".

"I just...... Even though I'm weak, I still feel that as long as I can, just do my best! Isn't it the same for the second-year seniors in the gray plain......"

Thinking that this was some kind of test, Yidizhi eagerly argued. He knew that he was indeed poor, which was irrefutable; But his belief that he wants to save the hearts of others and is willing to fight to protect ordinary people is absolutely not half false. But what overwhelmed his excited and trembling voice was Gojo Satoru's still-calm but unshakable voice:

"So Ashbara is dead."

How could it be......

Ijichi stood still, his pupils constricted. Iiri had been smoking in silence just now, and at this time he took out a cigarette roll from his mouth against the wall, sighed tiredly, and whispered: "Enough, Gojo, he will understand sooner or later, you don't have to say it now......"

"It's too late to understand until you die, and it's too late to tell them these things when you see the body, not to mention that you don't even see the body."

Gojo Satoru didn't actually seem to be in a very bad mood or anything, at least at that moment, in his warm blue eyes, Ijichi could only read a kind of distantness that seemed to have insight into the world and the resulting distantness:

"Think about it, junior. If I die, I won't even have the opportunity to listen to these nasty words and refute me. ”

I'm hopelessly dull. Idichi wearily covered his eyes with his hands and smelled the faint sandalwood on his cuffs, which was dyed in the car. The smell finally took him back eleven years ago, to the afternoon when he shook hands with his second-grader Guan Nanjing on his first day of school. He finally remembered the white wrist of the other party peeking out of the sleeve of the high school uniform, a cold sapphire-eyed Ouroboros bracelet buckled on it, and the shallow fragrance diffused from the cuffs was the same as he had smelled for almost ten years.

Damn, what a clear thing, he never thought about it.

He had actually been seen a few times in the Guannan Mirror, and at that time he didn't seem to be in good health, and it didn't take long for him to ...... with Senior Gray Plains Died during the mission. When Ijichi was told by Gojo Satoru that he had been closed for three days and was finally willing to go out, he learned that the body of Senior Gray Yuan was only half left, and only a small bone was found in Kan Nanjing's body.

It was as if it was a powerful slap left by his murderer, a cruel sneer.

Gojo Satoru himself never used it, but he just put this kind of incense in all the places where he often stayed, and it was dyed for a long time, and even Ijichi's body was dyed thoroughly.

I should have understood, he poured all the coffee into his mouth.

At that time, they were talking about Guannanjing, a Guannanjing with no corpse and only a few bones left behind. Now they are still talking about the South Mirror, a wound that although I don't know why, Gojo Satoru is about to re-open it.

Or perhaps, it never healed, and it smelled of blood burning wood for ten years.

From the beginning to the end, he could not step into the real world of life and death that belonged to the sorcerer. He was just a driver, a helper, serving tea and water, typing and sending messages on his mobile phone, and silently covering the deceased with a white cloth...... Lucky and sad, bystanders.

"However, even though I am weak, I still feel that I just need to do my best...... Even if you're still going to need me to drive once in a while? ”

He lowered his head, and because he wasn't sure that he would be able to throw the can in the trash, he honestly walked over and put it away. Looking at the vehicle that was still parked in place not far away, he sighed:

"That's the only thing that has never changed."

"Really, what's the tantrum with me, shitty young master. You know that this kind of chaotic body will not live long, and put an heirloom on his hand, thinking that you can really help him save his life? It's weird, it's so weird, it's so naïve that even you twelve years ago wouldn't have such childish fantasies. ”

Fushiguro Shier said that he didn't want to associate with a madman, but in fact, he obviously didn't want to let go of this rare opportunity to sting the other party, and he crossed his legs on the ground, nodded his head slightly, and looked at Gojo Satoru wearing an eye patch from the rearview mirror with a smile:

"Hey, I'm talking about Six-Eyes...... You really didn't—curse him? ”

Satoru Gojo still crossed his hands on his lap, but his fingertips subconsciously rubbed lightly on the ring, and his eyes looked out the window.

The door slammed slammed.

Guannanjing didn't know why, today was very annoying, and he got off the car halfway. said it was a joke, but in fact, Shunping almost rejected Qi Suo's enthusiasm to send him home, and even crawled next to him - I don't know why, he was very afraid of the monk brother who looked at Nanjing, and would rather go home by himself in public than sit alone in that car and be sent back.

Guan Nanjing felt the magic that came out of him with fear, and when he glanced at him, he established a little empathy: he didn't like the image of Qi Suo, and always felt that this shell was very wrong.

But the people around him are easily seduced by him and think he is very kind.

It's disgusting, what kind of heartthrob to take someone else's beautiful corpse.

Did this new classmate feel it too? In the end, there is a little magic power on the body, although it is not much, but it is also a little sharper than ordinary people.

Although his emotions fluctuated inexplicably, and he didn't remember Shunpei's name at all, he only knew that his surname was Yoshino, but Guan Nanjing still "remembered" that "most students have more than or equal to one friend in school". I put quotation marks around it because it was not so much a thought as a gurgling bubble that suddenly popped up from the subconscious, and the bubble burst open, and cognition had inexplicably and naturally become a part of his thoughts.

So Guan Nanjing changed his mind for the time being, looked at Shunping, whose eyes shrunk, as if he was struggling to say goodbye to him, and opened his mouth first: "Hey, Yoshino-san." ”

Thin raindrops passed through the cracks in the buildings, through the burnt city of steel and concrete, and fell on Kannangai's hair, but Yoshino found that his face looked softer than his hair. He had never seen such a person as Guannanjing, not so much alienated as quiet, so quiet that it seemed that standing somewhere could melt into the ground and become a plant. So his body, his face, and his eyes were so silent and stretched, and they became a tree that was dull and silent in the rain.

Only a little mole under the lip is alive, a red mark of excitement and life.

A bird, probably dazed, flew past their eyes, narrowly avoided it before hitting the window, and sped away into the sky. Satoru Gojo screwed back his gaze and said calmly:

"I didn't."

"It's boring—" Fushil continued to lean back, snorting, and suddenly seemed a little annoyed, "It's not that either, you can't be really lonely and crazy to spend money to talk to someone." I don't want to serve a muscular man like you, uh, that's disgusting just to say. ”

"If he is cursed by others, he can only be cursed, but he is obviously not a curse spirit."

Regardless of what he was saying, Gojo Satoru's voice became softer and softer, as if he was carefully grasping the words, and he didn't want to be wrong:

"Have you ever seen—"

Fushir's expression was still disdainful, but as if he remembered something, his pupils narrowed for a moment.

"Damn it." The black-haired man's gaze turned cold, and he made a fake gesture of vomiting: "It's really disgusting to think of now." ”

"I'm really sorry, in fact, I didn't remember your name, and I forced you to get into the car, not to help you, but just to ask you to help me hand in the application form tomorrow, so it's easier to deal with." Guan Nanjing looked into Shunping's eyes and said to him: "But sure enough, let's get acquainted again, you may not remember my name - my name is Guan Nanjing." ”

"If he's-" Fuhei Shier raised his eyebrows: "Ah, if you think so, no wonder when I saw him, he really smelled like a human ghost, Lao Tzu almost thought he was just reincarnated at the speed of light, but the time was completely wrong, it turned out that this is the reason......"

Gojo Satoru was silent, motionless, and after a long time, maybe only a second or two, he spoke:

"If yes...... What will happen? ”

"The three royal families are all the same goods, and they have done all the indiscriminate deeds. You're really used to living a good life, you don't need to know, you don't need to watch, you don't have to care......"

Fushiguro Shier was really happy at this time, so he didn't hesitate to give Gojo Satoru a little gift:

"There is no way to tie a bond with oneself, so it really ...... In my own words, of course—"

"Although your first impression may be bad, I don't think I'm a nasty guy, I just have the desire to go to school well, and I'm completely different from my brother's kind of person."

"Can I be friends with you?"

The tram whizzed past the ears of the two high school students, and a gust of wind blew their hair. At this moment, Yoshino Shunhei forgot to cover his forehead so that Kannangami could see the scar he had just been burned by a cigarette butt yesterday. He felt as if he had smelled some faint, fleeting incense, an illusion that seemed to drift through the depths of a dream.

Fuheishel propped his chin and yawned and said:

"The soul of the wronged will be trapped in this life for a long time, and it will never be reborn."

Satoru Gojo's fingers stroking the ring stopped, clenching his palms tightly, the hard metal ring making red marks on his skin. The air was silent for a long time, and then he said to Fushiro as if nothing had happened, "Help me find another eye." ”

The other party didn't seem to be surprised by his actions at all, he had already pressed the car door, got up and left, and only threw down a little words: "The price is clearly marked, 50 million, and your words will be doubled to me." The deposit and today's fees are on the old account—"

He had already walked two steps away before he turned back and said to Satoru Gojo through the car window:

"By the way, Megumi will leave it to you to play. Don't let him be like the little chaos you raised...... Just be cut by a thousand cuts. ”

He smiled happily, and a shallow scar on the corner of his lip unfolded, like a hook that was also sneering at his smile.

The soundproofing was so good that there was silence in the car. But Gojo Satoru still heard every word, every word.