Chapter 49 Reliance on Wanqing
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jingle--
The wind chimes under the eaves rotated in the wind.
The surface of the bronze wind chime was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and there was still a cool breath in the wind.
Yayoi was lying on the vermilion railing. Under the floating bridge, gurgling water flowed through the bottom of the bridge. The red koi carp swayed its graceful long tail across the water, creating ripples in circles.
After the last snow of winter passes, spring comes.
The red-tailed koi carp under the bridge are crowded together. The owner here has spoiled them and habitually thinks that the people who stop on the bridge are here to feed them.
Yayoi folded his hands and rested them on the vermilion railing. His white sleeves hung down, revealing a small section of his fair elbows.
The red-tailed koi below crowded the water under the bridge and rushed to open their mouths towards Yayoi.
Yayoi tilted his head, imitating their actions, opened his mouth, and let out a big mouthful of cold air. The coldness was sucked into his stomach along the way of his mouth. It was so cold that Yayoi immediately closed his mouth. .
"Puff——"
Someone is laughing.
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk—
The frightened deer on the ditch repeatedly knocked on the stone slabs, and the gurgling water flowed through the bamboo pipes, and the water was clear and clear.
The long clothes made a rustling sound on the ground, and the vermilion tassels hung down. The tassels were decorated with bright beads as bright as amber, swaying like flowers in the wind. When they collided together, the sound they made was as clear and crisp as bells ringing in the wind. .
Someone gently pressed their hand on Yayoi's hair. The red hair and vermilion tassels swayed, and the beads and wind chimes made a crisp sound.
Yayoi looked up subconsciously, thinking it was her sister.
But the moment she looked up, she saw a face with blurred features. The nose, eyes, eyebrows, and lips were all blurred, as if shrouded in thick fog, leaving only a faint outline.
"You seem to have grown up a little." The woman's voice was gentle, "But you look a little silly."
The woman patted Yayoi's head twice more. The force made Yayoi feel like he was a doll under her hands.
The paper on the bell tongue of the wind chime is swirling in the wind, and the stone lantern beside the path stands solemnly and silently.
The woman lowered her head and her eyes met Yayoi's, but Yayoi still couldn't see her face clearly.
The eyes in the vision were also blurred, the sky was clear and distant, and the cries of seagulls suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the moment.
The fog covering those eyes suddenly dispersed, and the amber eyes were as clear as water.
Those eyes seemed familiar.
jingle--
The wind chimes under the eaves rotated again, and the paper danced in the wind. The sound of the bells was like pebbles falling into the pool, and the ripples bloomed like blooming flowers.
The alarm clock on the bedside has already started ringing, and it looks like a drummer playing the drums with pleasure.
Yayoi stretched out his hand from the quilt, rubbed it twice on the bedside table with his eyes closed, and finally touched the alarm clock that kept ringing, and then touched the stop button of the alarm clock.
bell--
The last alarm echoed in the room. After it subsided, Yayoi slowly got up from the bed with a head of messy red hair.
The clear sunlight filled the window sill, and the shallow shadows of the trees swayed.
Before the sleepiness dissipated, Yayoi sat between the quilts for a while, then slowly got out of bed, took the clothes he was going to wear today from the hangers, threw them on the bed, unbuttoned his pajamas one by one, and put on them clothes.
The fourteen-year-old girl is in the period of vigorous physical development during adolescence. Her facial features have begun to grow, her eyebrows have gained a touch or two of the beauty of an adult woman, and the curves of her body have become more mature. Everything seems to be moving closer to the body she once had.
After changing clothes, Yayoi looked at the red sweater hanging on the hanger, took it off, folded it, and put it in the closet.
The temperature is rising day after day, and sweaters are no longer needed.
Summer cicadas fluttered their wings outside the window, and the sound of cicadas swelled in the air.
Summer is here.
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Tokyo Conjuration College
There are many natural disasters in Japan during the summer, which is really not a good season for magicians. Natural disasters occurred frequently in the previous year. This year, the cursed spirits emerged from all over the place like maggots, appearing in a steady stream, and it seemed that no matter how they were exorcised, they would be in vain.
The sound of cicadas lingers outside the classroom, the sun shines like golden threads from the rich shade of the trees, and the water from the ditch gurgls past with fallen flowers and green leaves.
Above the head is the clear and clear sky. Birds flutter their wings and fly across the sky, and their chirping sounds startle the sky.
The sound of wind passed through the gaps between the rich shades of trees, and the rustling sound was mixed with the noisy cicadas.
The hustle and bustle around them seemed to stop for a moment, and the sharp pens and flexible erasers were suddenly thrown out, as if they had made an appointment, and they were all thrown at someone standing in the center.
The eraser hit the man's head. It was neither painful nor itchy. The moment it hit, the reaction was ejected, but the pen that could have pricked the person to death stopped between the rulers.
Satoru Gojo quickly grabbed the eraser that popped out and took down the pen that was parked close to his head. He seemed to have expected such a result.
"Well, the effect is good." Satoru Gojo held the eraser and pen, feeling a little satisfied.
Shoko Ieiri's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "What the hell was that just now?"
The activation of the technique usually requires the formation of corresponding seals, but Satoru Gojo did not make any moves.
"Automatic selection of spell objects?"
Suguru Geto, on the other hand, has been performing missions with Satoru Gojo for a long time, and he has a better understanding of Satoru Gojo's techniques.
"That's right." Satoru Gojo shook the eraser and pen in his hand, "To be precise, I am the target of the technique."
Satoru Gojo has automated things that until now had to be done by one's own hands. Not only the strength of the spell, but also the danger level of objects can be screened from the quality, speed, and shape. At present, he can already use the minimum resources to release unlimited spells almost without interruption.
Shoko Ieiri also has doubts. Satoru Gojo's technique puts a huge load on the brain. Continuously turning on the technique will undoubtedly increase the load on the brain. The price of overloading the brain is that the brain is burned out.
"That's what you said." Satoru Gojo shook the pen, "It's been solved."
After learning the reversal technique, this problem was solved.
After briefly explaining the principles of the activation of the technique, Satoru Gojo decided on the next topic, field and long-distance teleportation.
"Little Red Hair's fist can't hit me." Satoru Gojo was smug, holding his waist and letting out a weird laugh. He was already imagining Little Red Hair's frustrated expression in his mind.
Suguru Geto: "..."
Shoko Ieiri: "..."
That's all you can do.
The sound of cicadas swelled in the hot air again, making people a little irritated.
Satoru Gojo noticed the expressionless Suguru Geto, and a sense of dissonance emerged from his heart. He subconsciously said, "Jay, have you lost weight?"
In the past, Suguru Geto would inevitably say something sweet to him, but he didn't say anything.
"Is it okay?" Satoru Gojo asked again, "Did you eat too much cold noodles?"
Suguru Geto is a loyal cold noodle lover.
"It's okay." Suguru Geto smiled, Satoru Gojo's familiar fox-like smile appeared on his face, familiar, but something was wrong.
"It's just a simple bitter summer." Suguru Geto smiled, "It will be fine once the summer is over."
The small sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, covering his blue eyes. Satoru Gojo still felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.
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The midsummer sun is scorching. If you stand under the sun for a long time, your skin will feel burning. The underwear under your uniform has long been soaked with sweat.
Tall buildings cast slanting shadows on the road. People come and go on both sides of the street. Cars come and go on the asphalt road. The sound of car horns fills the hot air one after another.
This summer has been really busy.
The number of cursed spirits emerging from various places is outrageous. Shoko will basically not go out to perform tasks. As for Satoru Gojo, Satoru Gojo has become the strongest. One person can complete the task beautifully. The inevitable result is Suguru Geto spends more time alone.
One person performs the task, one person exorcises the cursed spirit, exorcises, absorbs, repeats the same thing over and over again, stuffs the cursed spirit into a ball and stuffs it into his mouth. This kind of thing is repeated countless times.
What no one knows is that the smell of the curse spirit is like a rag that has been used to wipe vomit.
The moment he walked out of the abandoned building and was exposed to the scorching sun, Suguru Geto's eyes were in a trance, as if he was in the dark, like an incandescent lamp that was turned on instantly. After the white light subsided, there was the choking car exhaust.
Suguru Geto stood on the street, his throat felt itchy and he couldn't help but cough a few times.
A hand patted his shoulder, and Suguru Geto's body tensed up, completely unaware of the other person's approach.
"Do you drink orange soda?" The man's other hand handed over a bottle of ice-cold drink.
Suguru Geto was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, and saw the red hair hanging down in the middle of summer.
The sound of cars on the asphalt road still filled the midsummer sky in Tokyo, the rumble of the high-speed train crossed the bridge, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going on the streets.
Yayoi blinked and looked at him, the light and shadow flowing in her amber pupils.
…
After the cold can is placed on the palm of the hand, the constant coolness drives away a little of the heat of midsummer. The surface of the metal can is covered with a layer of frost. When it touches the temperature of human skin, it melts into water and follows the contour downwards. After a while, the palms of my hands were filled with water.
The rich shade of trees overhead cast a cool breeze. Suguru Geto sat on the rocking horse. The rocking horse in the park was fixed by thick springs. When he sat on it, he shook slightly twice, but he finally sat firmly.
Yayoi was sitting on the swing, holding an orange-flavored popsicle in her mouth, her red hair rising and falling with the swing.
Suguru Geto opened the can in his hand, and a thin cold mist came out of the can.
The sweet and sour orange soda goes well with the hot summer.
"Yayoi-chan, why are you here?" The cold orange soda dispelled the disgusting taste in his mouth, and Suguru Geto felt a little better.
"Come and play." Yayoi continued to swing on the swing, and the girl's pale skin was warmed by the sun. "My friend is here."
Suguru Geto paused and said subconsciously, "Do you still have friends?"
Anyone who can hang out with Satoru Gojo has many faults.
As soon as the words fell, he realized that something was wrong, but it was too late to take it back. Fortunately, the little red hair didn't pay attention and continued to swing.
"Of course I have friends." Yayoi squeezed the stick of the popsicle. "My friend's name is Misako. She moved to Tokyo a year ago."
"What about you?" Yayoi turned to look at Suguru Geto, "Why are you here?"
"Dispel the cursed spirit." Suguru Geto put on his professional smile.
Yayoi blinked, not feeling much surprise, "I think so."
"Then you should prepare a few more candies." Yayoi said at the end.
"What does dispelling curse spirits have to do with preparing candy?" Suguru Geto said subconsciously.
Yayoi puffed up his cheeks and said, "You eat the magic spirit."
Suguru Geto: "...No, I don't eat curse spirits."
Yayoi is right to say this, but it is only a condition for the magic spirit technique to conquer the curse spirit. Every time the magic spirit ball he absorbs leaves a disgusting taste in his mouth, it makes him want to cut off his sense of taste.
If he could, he would rather lose his sense of taste. No one would like those tastes.
"The curse spirit gives me a very bad feeling." Yayoi thought for a while, "It's like kitchen garbage that hasn't been taken out for several days, no, several months."
Suguru Geto paused, his pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little surprised, "How...how did you feel it?"
"Feelings are just feelings." Yayoi said, "If I have to say it, it's like smell."
Suguru Geto feels like he understands that the five senses of Heaven and Curse are very developed, such as Toji Fushiguro. But no one said that the five senses bound by the sky and the curse could still reach this level.
"When you eat something unpleasant, you should eat something good to wash your mouth." Yayoi said, "Candy is sweet, and eating sweet food will make you feel better."
"Did you bring candy?" Yayoi asked.
Suguru Geto: "No."
He is not Satoru Gojo. He carries a bag of candies in his pocket every day, and from time to time he takes out one and throws it into his mouth. The candies in his pocket seem to be inexhaustible, just like Doraemon's pocket.
Yayoi stuffed the popsicle into his mouth, stretched out a hand, and fumbled in his pocket a few times, "reach out."
Suguru Geto paused, spread his fingers, and stretched out his hand towards Yayoi.
Yayoi stretched out his hand from his pocket and put something in Suguru Geto's open palm. It was small and had a delicate wrapping paper.
Suguru Geto saw the candies lying quietly in the palm of his hand. They came in different flavors, such as peach, apple, orange and pineapple. They were exquisitely and cutely wrapped in candy wrappers and lay quietly in his palm. .
"You didn't bring any candy, so I'll give you my candy first." Yayoi bit into the popsicle.
"Thank you then."
Suguru Geto felt that he felt a little more relaxed. The candy in his hand was so exquisite that it made people feel loving. So he peeled off an apple-flavored candy and threw it into his mouth. Then he stuffed the remaining candy into the pocket of his uniform. .
"I have been working on something." The taste of fruit candies spread in his mouth, and Suguru Geto spoke slowly, "But I have been feeling... very distressed about this matter recently."
Not very distressed, but doubting its meaning.
"Huh?" Little Red Hair turned around. She had eaten the popsicle in her hand until all that was left was the bare stick. "Then do you like doing that?"
"It's not a question of whether I like it or not. I have a reason to do it." Suguru Geto's fingertips gently rubbed the metal surface of the can, and the thin frost on it had melted away. "But I recently discovered that that matter seemed It’s not as easy as I thought.”
He carefully chose a word to describe it. Yayoi is not a magician. Even if this red-haired person is different, she should not be involved too deeply.
"I……"
The duty of a spellcaster is to exorcise cursed spirits and protect ordinary people who are not spellcasters. However, among the people he protects, there are endless scumbags, and they even harm the spellcasters who protect them.
Is he shaken? No, don't waver, don't waver, the duty of a conjurer...
"I don't quite understand." Yayoi's voice pulled Suguru Geto out of his thoughts. "Someone told me before that I am different from them. The world is cruel and kind to people like me. I will be very cruel." Very tired.”
"I'll be covered in bruises," Yayoi said, "but I still don't quite understand it."
"There are all kinds of people, good and bad, and I can't understand them." Yayoi looked down at his toes, "My sister told me that I don't have to think so much. It's okay to doubt everything, but don't doubt it. Own."
"Those who come here with malicious intentions, no matter who they are, just hit them with fists." Little Red Hair said straightforwardly, "Just give them a beating and the game will end."
Suguru Geto: "...your sister?"
Yayoi nodded, "Sister has the same red hair as me and will teach me how to box."
Suguru Geto: "..."
How should I put it, red hair is a wonderful species.
"There are many things that don't need a reason." Yayoi added, "If I had to add a reason, it would probably be whether I like it or not."
She's just a little redhead who acts on instinct.
Suguru Geto couldn't help but laugh, "You and Satoru are very similar in this aspect."
Yayoi pouted, "I'm not like him."
She is the little red-haired one, and Satoru Gojo is the big white-haired one. The big white-haired one has a terrible personality, and they are nothing alike.
The sun sets in the west, and dusk is the moment when day and night alternate. The sun burns on the horizon. People come and go on the streets, and the flow of people returning home is like running water.
"Mom, look, the red-haired sister is swinging." A child pointed at the black-haired DK sitting on the rocking horse, "The big-haired brother is still riding a horse."
The middle-aged woman who was holding the child took her child away, not forgetting to tell her, "Don't do strange things when you grow up."
DK, who is tall and tall, is playing a children's game, but the little pony under his butt is crying, okay?
Yayoi: "..."
Suguru Geto: "..."
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The author has something to say:
# after more than ten years
Ninety-nine Yuki: Another heaven and curse without magic power? 【Look at the red hair jpg.】
5T5: Go away, go away!
Brother Jie has not talked to Jiujiu Yuji at this time.
To be honest, although Jiujiu Youji was indeed very serious about looking for a solution to the root cause of the curse, her operations were so enlightening that she directly brought Brother Jie into the ditch. The mental health of the senior college Education needs to be followed up. Adolescent girls and boys like to think about all kinds of things. Their thoughts are sensitive and delicate, and they can fall into the ditch accidentally.
Brother Jie is a stupid kid who likes to get into trouble, and he also likes to take the responsibility on himself. A strong person is easy to break, and finally he slipped into the ditch.
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