Primary School
Lone Claw Grind is not fond of volleyball.
Of course not disgusting.
He couldn't refuse You Xunran's request to play volleyball with him, but he wasn't going to risk his life for it!
The boy with the bob-haired hairstyle gradually lost his ability to lean against the wall and fell to the floor. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still alive.
Ah, it looks like you’re working so hard.
Xia Youkui was startled by Guzhua's condition for a moment, and reached out to help him brush away the hair stuck to his face, and also checked the boy's breath.
Today, Solitary Claw was a bit too diligent in his grinding. He ran laps when he was told to, dribbled the ball when he was told to, and didn't sneak off until he was exhausted, then quietly retreated to the side and lay down.
"You guys...had a fight?"
It must be that Guzhua Lami feels very sorry for Kuroo Tetsuro. Otherwise, why would Lami work so hard, and Kuroo Tetsuro did not stop Lami's desperate training.
Even though Kuroo usually chases after Mamoru to let him exercise, when he is really tired, no one cares more about Mamoru than Kuroo.
She is simply a living male mother who is alone and grinding.
The boy's weak voice came from the narrow gap between his lips and teeth, "No..."
It would be more accurate to say that it saved his life in disguise.
Last night, I was playing a game and the boss of a level was so difficult to defeat that I accidentally stayed up too late. I was caught by my mother who got up to go to the bathroom, and I was almost beaten into a cat pancake by her furious mother.
"Tielang, Mo Li is still too energetic. Please help him use up some energy." Guzhua's mother said this with a forced smile.
Although the current state is just a cat biscuit, it is better than continuing to accept the anger of the mother.
Mo Li no longer had the energy to explain everything to Xia Youkui. After that "no," the conversation between the two fell into silence, so quiet that it seemed as if Mo Li, lying on the floor, had fallen asleep.
......
"Why don't you go and replace her?"
The boy's voice suddenly rang out.
"Huh?" The girl's attention returned to her "dead" friend, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Are you curious?
It's really because the image of Guzhua Molu as a socially anxious person is too deeply rooted in people's minds. Even when facing acquaintances, he is still reserved and doesn't seem like the type who would express his curiosity directly.
"Shall we take Mika down to rest?"
"......Um."
The question just now seemed to have exhausted the boy's energy accumulated during the rest. He opened his eyes slightly and responded vaguely.
Seeing this, Xia Youkui covered Mo Mo's eyes with the towel again to slightly block the glaring lights from the top of the volleyball court.
"Isn't Mika having fun?"
No, not at all.
Mo Mo secretly curled his lips.
Because of his socially anxious personality, he is often in a position to observe others, and his insight is sharper than that of his peers.
He was sure that to some extent, Mika was the same type of person as him, and both disliked sports.
Even if a sense of accomplishment takes over your mind for a moment and makes you think, "Exercise isn't bad~," the fatigue and repetitive boredom that follows will wear away your enthusiasm, leaving you just waiting for procrastination to gradually give up exercise.
Mika endured the fatigue of dribbling the ball for Xiao Hei, but the satisfaction of being praised had not yet subsided. When her energy ran out, the only thing that kept her going was the hesitation of not knowing how to stop.
Guzhua Momo understood this feeling very well. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to accompany his little friend... well, if it wasn't for the fact that his little friend was so good at motivating him, he would never have insisted on playing volleyball.
But he didn't understand what Xia Youkui was thinking.
Just like Xiao Hei would accommodate his physical strength, Xia Yukui was Jiangtou Mika's personal spokesperson, and she took care of every aspect of Mika considerately. She shouldn't have failed to notice that Mika had run out of energy.
The bubble of curiosity was boiling in his tired and empty brain, making him blurt out the question.
The boy's expression didn't escape Xia Youkui's eyes. His normally sculpted face couldn't hide his worries, but now it was even more obvious.
"I'm waiting for her to tell me." Xia Youkui explained.
It wasn't some bad thought, it was the kind of "I'll help you if you ask me" mentality, literally waiting for Mika to take the initiative and say she wanted to rest.
Xia Youkui released the arms that were holding her legs, stretched and crossed her legs, crossed her arms in front of her chest, transferred the weight of her back to the wall, and looked straight at the two people on the court.
"You can tell by grinding, Mika is embarrassed to refuse others."
No matter how much he hated Kuroo before, he would still reply obediently. Now, no matter how tired he is, he doesn't even ask to take a break.
Meijia's parents dote on her very much, but they still let her develop a personality that is almost a people-pleasing type, probably because Meijia's social environment is somewhat bad.
How should I put it? It’s almost like the school rules prohibiting weight gain are written into the rules. Those who are isolated in school are either timid and taciturn or fat and bloated.
It is difficult for a chubby girl to confidently believe in her own beauty, at least it is difficult for Meijia.
Even though she is a little overweight now, she still has that inferiority complex that makes her afraid to speak.
If I feel embarrassed to refuse even my friends, who else can I refuse?
"If I were standing very close to Mika, I think she would be looking at me for help." But she still wouldn't open her mouth to express her thoughts.
"I just want to wait for her to call me over."
There was a cunning glint in Xia Youkui's golden eyes that she herself did not even understand.
She was thinking about her friend wholeheartedly, but she was also a little curious deep down.
I am curious about what kind of person Mika will become under my influence.
The boy's eyes were covered by the towel and he couldn't see the girl's expression. He just secretly sighed in his heart that she was so gentle.
This approach of helping friends change was secretly strong, which broke Mo Mo's impression of Xia Youkui a little.
If he was "tricked" by Xiao Hei like this, he would be a little angry, right?
Forget it, this kind of calculation, just let it be.
But he thought it was no big deal, so he just went along with Xiao Hei's arrangements.
“Grind!”
"Xiao Kui!"
The two people on the court stopped at some point and shouted their friend's name in unison.
Mo Mo started at the shout and half-raised himself on his elbows. The towel over his eyes fell off under the force of gravity, revealing the boy's amber pupils.
"See, I told you they look alike~" Kuroo looked at Mika proudly.
Not far away, a boy and a girl with black hair and golden eyes looked towards the court together, looking like a pair of siblings.
"......Hmph." Mika was jealous.
Even Geto Suguru doesn’t look so much like Aoi Suguru!
She calmly smoothed her dark pink hair, which was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head.
I'm going to dye this thing black!
Xia Youkui didn't know what the two people were talking about over there. She looked at Meijia with a bit of relief, with a look on her face that said, "Look, my child can speak loudly now."
"...Really." A bit nervous.
After finally opening his eyes, Mo Mo mumbled the second half of his complaint and continued to lie back on the floor.
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After the pleasant after-school exercise, Xia Youkui said goodbye to his friends and embarked on the familiar journey home.
A young man in dark blue sportswear squatted next to the electric pole that the summer sunflowers must pass by.
The boy rarely noticed the girl approaching. He inserted his fingers into the gaps in her hair and rubbed her head. One could imagine the distressed expression on her lowered face.
"Yato?"
Xia Youkui walked closer and called out the boy's name.
"Ah? Ah!"
The young man immediately jumped up, his hair disheveled and his eyes wandering. He stomped his boots a few times, as if he wanted to use these few seconds to figure out some important life event.
"Um, that..."
He hesitated for a moment, pretending to be calm and leaning against the telephone pole in a pose he thought looked handsome.
"School is over so early, Xiaokui~"
It seems that he has not thought it through at all.
Xia Youkui just watched Yato quietly pretending to be calm.
The boy's expression and movements were reflected in her bright eyes, and she tried to unravel what was making it so difficult for the boy in front of her to speak to her.
"Has it been discovered?"
This was the worst outcome she could accept.
Just a week ago, Xia Youkui pulled out the neatly folded advertisement that had been pressed for over a year from under her mattress.
The material of the paper is not very good. It feels wet and cold in the hand, as if it has been soaked with water droplets and is a little soft.
The girl carefully smoothed out the particularly fragile crease, picked up the phone and dialed the number recorded on it.
The person on the other end of the phone, no, the god, was the bodyguard who escorted her back to the countryside, or he could be the detective who was investigating Geto Suguru's whereabouts.
A high school student with unique talents, great strength, fighting monsters to save the world?
Sounds like the protagonist of a shonen manga.
But who will write the happy ending described by the author for the real Geto Suguru?
Xia Youkui later realized how dangerous the school her brother attended was.
She couldn't ask Geto Xiayou to report his whereabouts and safety to her, but she could afford to spend five yuan to hire a god to check it out.
The worst possible outcome is either that nothing is found, or that something is found that is seriously problematic.
Xia Youkui sincerely prays that the result will not be the latter.
"It's not like we haven't found anything..." Yato was already stiff and sweating.
Last time Xia Youkui hired him to take her back to the countryside, he failed. Now, this time, when he was hired to investigate Xia Youjie's experiences at summer camp, he was hesitant. Where will he put his godly title?! How will he ever face Xia Youkui again?!
He really just doesn’t know how to express it!!!
It’s all his think tank’s fault for confusing him when he set out!
The lasagna tears in Yato's heart were already flowing uncontrollably.
It would be easy for him to investigate Geto Suguru's affairs. Although the upper management of the Jujutsu world was corrupt and outdated, at least there were still certain systems in place. Every mission would be recorded and locked away in a dark archive room.
What kind of ordinary mission log is this? The high-ranking officials of the spellcasting department organize and archive these reports in a special room.
Was it some important confidential document? Besides being a little hard to find, the room where the report was stored had a lock on the door that provided some protection.
It was still the old-fashioned ordinary chain lock, which could be used to cover the roof at night and unclog the toilet at night. He was proficient in various lock-picking techniques and called himself an omnipotent god. He could open the lock in seconds instead of minutes.
He didn't need to steal it, he just took a quick look at it and put it back.
Why just take a look?
Because the handwriting is really sloppy and perfunctory, and the writing is not very detailed. At the beginning, I accepted the task, in the middle, I completed the task, and at the end, I failed the task. There is not much substantive experience. I just added punctuation marks to make it 5000 words.
It can also be seen that it was written by two people, with the handwriting changing style from time to time.
If it weren't for the supplementary records of auxiliary supervision in the pile of documents next to him, Yato wouldn't know how to report back to Xia Yukui.
After piecing together the facts, Yato knew how thrilling this mission was for the two teenagers. He didn't feel much, but just felt that he was so amazing. He thought that finding out so many things would surely satisfy Xia Yukui and wipe out his unreliable image after the previous failed escort mission!
Finally, he was stopped by Hiyori.
He just couldn't hold back his excitement about being able to show off, and when asked by Iki Hiyori, he told her how capable he was. However, the girl retorted, "Are you an idiot?"
The girl's violet pupils were almost forming a fan-shaped pattern: one part surprise, two parts anger, and seven parts heavy heartache.
She had seen cursed spirits before when her soul left her body, but this was the first time she knew that students of similar age were shouldering such a heavy responsibility. And their families, as ordinary people, didn't even know how dangerous their loved ones were doing.
"Most sorcerers have hereditary talent."
"A child with cursed power is no longer a child?"
"There are also those who can see cursed spirits but are unable to remove them. Isn't that too tragic?!"
Yato's words failed to comfort the girl at all and even added fuel to the fire.
She looked at Yato seriously, "So what are you going to say?"
"...Just tell me?" The young man had lost his high-spirited look. His deep blue eyes were half-closed as he observed the girl's expression, and his tone was full of uncertainty.
"Of course not!" Hiyori firmly rejected it. "That child is only seven years old. How can he tell such a bloody story so bluntly?"
"It's not very bloody, is it? ...Isn't he still alive?"
Rihe's fist hardened, and several "井" characters popped up on his forehead.
The target of the mission was shot and killed, isn't that bloody?! One of the teenagers had his head split open, isn't that bloody?! Almost wiping out the entire army, isn't that bloody?!
Is he planning to convey this to a seven-year-old child word for word?
Was all the blood on the ground wiped away by this careless god who took private orders at night?!
Iki Hiyori tried hard to calm down her temper and comforted herself that this was how gods were and she had to guide them well. However, she was completely broken down by a word interrupted by Yukine next to her.
Snow·Newly Promoted Artifact·Amnesia·Innocent Boy·Yin scratched the back of her neck and said to Yato, something she rarely did: "A girl who would ask a god to be her private investigator, there shouldn't be anything she can't hear, right?"
Upon hearing this, Yato widened his eyes, feeling relieved that "the child has finally grown up", while Hiyori fell completely silent, feeling powerless as if he raised his foot to kick hard but hit cotton.
Maybe even weaker than that.
The girl lost her temper and stood up to say goodbye to the two humans who looked like humans but were not humans.
I don't mean to insult anyone, it's just that everyone sitting here except her is not human.jpg
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