No wonder

Feng Zaoche, who was skilled in the business but not completely proficient in it, didn't even know he was being followed.

He relies most on his own abilities, and he always comes up with ideas that can take his creation to a new level - this is not without cost, and when he is in a bad mood, he will be too listless to draw the series.

After all, Feng Zaoche had been using this ability for more than half a year, so he had a rough idea of ​​what it could do. Just when he was wondering why today's effect was unexpectedly good, the cell phone in his trouser pocket started to jingle.

"Hello, Sister Mingming." If possible, Feng Zaoche didn't really want to receive a call from the assistant supervisor while on a mission - that often meant that something unexpected had occurred that needed attention.

"Good afternoon, Fengzao, please rest assured, nothing has happened that requires interrupting the mission, but I have to remind you that you are being followed." Mingming threw down the message in a calm tone and hung up the phone.

Kaze Hayateru: “……?”

He slowly met the eyes of the dark crow standing on the GG card not far away, but the other party obviously could not give him any effective response and just looked at him coldly.

First of all, if the enemy really was a threat, Mingming's attitude would not be like this. Feng Zaoche thought quickly after being seriously frightened.

The people who followed him knew him somehow and understood him, and thought that his identity or the fact that he followed them was something worth noting.

No, that doesn't lead to any clues. It can only be said that he finally found the reason why his "ritual" is more effective than before.

Oh, no, there is still one.

For example, that person either has money at home or he has money himself.

"920, help me look behind you and see if there is a tall man with white hair among those people." Between suspicion and turning a blind eye, Feng Zaoche chose the third option - to judge the case directly.

"Host, do you suspect that the person who followed you is... that person?" 920 spoke cautiously, and when he said the last phrase, his tone became rapid and excited.

920 has a co-host who is a cartoonist. During the ten months I followed him, I read all the comics, light novels, games and animations from the past twenty years in China, as well as various famous foreign novels, movies, TV series, etc.

By the time Feng Zaoche came to his senses, the guy had unknowingly found new hobbies and his personality had changed subtly.

"No one can hear you shouting anyway, so you might as well just go to Daimyo directly at 321." Feng Zaoche suggested sincerely, "Gojo Sa..."

Before the last two notes were uttered, the skirt-dancing curse spirit in front of him suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Feng had given up the idea of ​​joking and walked to the place where it disappeared and looked around. Finally, his gaze slowly fixed on the manhole cover in front of him.

Are manhole covers something rare? Not really.

But Feng Zaoche had never seen a manhole cover in a shopping mall or in a non-open-air environment.

He stood in a relatively safe position, took a tentative step forward, and then... plunged in.

Being a sorcerer was not without its advantages. For example, at a time like this, Feng Zaoche could land in a cool and neat manner, while also successfully alleviating some of the impact of the fall.

"Host, the person following you is indeed Gojo Satoru." 920 stammered.

Feng Zaoche hummed, not surprised: "If his ability to conceal and track is such that he can even hide it from the system, then it's too much."

"He saw the whole process of you slipping and falling from the manhole cover, and from his perspective he couldn't know that the host actually... uh, handled the ending very beautifully!" 920 searched for words for half a day and finally picked out the words that he thought had the highest emotional intelligence.

"Thank you. The consolation in the second half of the sentence seems a bit redundant." Feng Zaoche said sincerely.

Although the two are not familiar with each other, they will be in the same school in the future. They will see each other every day and will hate each other sooner or later. Feng Zaoche plans to pretend well when facing the opportunity to show off. At least he should appear calm and his skills should be complicated and profound...

All the brains turned into a handsome headstand.

Feng Zaoche stood up, looking very imposing, as if he was going to find the cursed spirit in the next second, put the blame for his fall on it, and die with it cleanly and neatly.

Fortunately, the dancing movement cannot be stopped and it cannot stop before the effect disappears. In the quiet and relatively narrow space underground, even the slightest sound will be amplified countless times.

Feng Zaoche successfully followed the cursed spirit again.

This time the effect was too good. Not only did the dancing guy dance all the way to the lair, he even used his ability to restrain another bewildered cursed spirit and forced it to dance with him.

It also enthusiastically shared half of its skirt, hanging the other half of the fabric on its companion.

It had been a long time since Feng Zaoche had experienced this feeling of blacking out and wanting to escape the scene, but having to stay temporarily. Thinking carefully, there were some memories that he didn't want to have anymore.

"Hey, how long are you going to watch the show?" An unpleasant voice sounded from behind.

Gojo Satoru thought about it and felt that what happened today was really weird, so he jumped down anyway.

As a result, the man leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, and looked at it leisurely for a long time.

It turned out that what one can see from a person at first sight is still too one-sided. For example, it was not until the second encounter that he had to start doubting whether there really is someone in this world who likes to watch this eye-catching cursed spirit dance.

He looked at its torn skirt with indescribable emotion, and his cognition and soul were shocked, and he attached a more detailed label to Feng Zaoche - he likes to watch cursed spirits dancing in women's clothing.

Feng Zaoche, who didn't realize that his reputation had subtly changed, calmly made a "please" gesture.

"You're just in time. My... uh, the damage judgment delay of the technique is quite long. Would you mind helping me deal with them directly?" Feng Zaoche didn't want to continue watching two inappropriate performers dancing an inappropriate dance in this environment with an inappropriate companion.

Gojo Satoru obviously felt the same way as him. After completing the exorcism, the tattered pieces of cloth on the cursed spirit slowly fell off.

The white-haired boy looked at the cloth, then looked at Feng Zaoche, his eyes were so complex that they could reconstruct a new world.

"Well... I can explain it." Feng Zaoche finally read something from his eyes. He never thought that one day he would be blamed for this.

"I know. You don't need to explain." Gojo Satoru's face was full of hypocritical sympathy that could be easily exposed. He waved his hands as if he didn't care, put his hands in his pockets, and took a slow step forward. He looked like he really wanted to leave.

"Walk slowly, or you might end up like me. There's no height difference here, so you'll end up falling flat on your face..."

Feng Zaoche behind him was mumbling something profound. Before Gojo Satoru could think about it further, his feet, which had been stable, suddenly stumbled. If he had not balanced himself well and was able to stand again, he would have fallen hard.

Kazehaya Toru made eye contact with the boy who turned around and gave him an unhappy expression.

He couldn't help but recall that he once had a conversation with a colleague who specialized in drawing boys' comics. He asked whether a certain character who had a fight with the protagonist over a minor conflict as soon as he appeared on the screen was a villain. The colleague shook his head mysteriously and said that this was one of the future protagonists.

"Kazama-kun, you should know that 'no fight, no acquaintance'. Some people may not attract your attention when you speak softly, but as long as you fight with them and tell them as quickly as possible that you and I are masters of the same field, or that I have great talent and can catch up with you immediately, you don't need to do anything else, they will remember you very well."

Now it seems that this is indeed a passage of life philosophy, isn’t it?

"I'm sorry, my technique isn't very stable yet." Feng Hayateru said not so sincerely.

In the current context, the credibility of this statement can be reduced by at least three or four levels.

At least the person in front of him didn't believe it, but he stopped his plan to leave for the time being: "Your technique is the Word Spirit? No, it's not. How can the Word Spirit be so slow?"

Feng Zaoche: “…”

Well, you are absolutely right.

"Sister Mingming should still be waiting for me upstairs. I have to go say hello to her and tell her that the target of this mission has been achieved. As for after that..." Feng Zaoche's words laid the groundwork so well that anyone who heard them would think that his next sentence was going to be an invitation or something like that.

"Let's go. It's less than two months until we meet again."

The invitation was an invitation, but it was just an invitation to leave together.

Gojo Satoru chuckled, but didn't take direct action because of the presence of Mingming who had arrived at the scene out of nowhere. If he used cursed power, the damage would be considerable, and the indoor environment could easily affect others. The woman would definitely not allow it if she was paid.

He also has corresponding confidence in physical skills, but looking at Feng Zaoche's figure and the skill he used to rush forward, if they really had to fight, he would suspect that Feng Zaoche was sent by the Jujutsu Society to cause trouble.

Zuoyou and Feng Zaoche said the same thing, that is, no matter what happened today, the two of them would have to meet formally after he entered the school, so it wouldn't matter if it was just once or twice. Gojo Satoru said hello to the people around him unhappily and left.

"Host, is this the extension of the "no-fight, no-knowing-each-other" approach to maintaining mystery, so that your future companions will never forget your outstanding and stunning performance when they met you today..." 920 suddenly realized.

Feng Zaoche almost vomited blood: "Is it that he can't forget the cursed spirit dancing, or can't forget the cursed spirit wearing a skirt? The outstanding and stunning performance is like a scoundrel paddling the whole time, and he even fell down hard in the middle, but didn't he see the sequel?"

"Today was supposed to be my day off, but I didn't think much about being called here to carry out a mission. Now that I look closely, could it be that they did it on purpose? They used me, who is obviously their man, to test Gojo Satoru's attitude."

Once Feng Zaoche starts to speculate, he tends to overthink.

920 said, "Ah!" "Will they be satisfied with what happened today?"

"Of course, I can attract Gojo Satoru's attention. They should be not only satisfied, but ecstatic and kowtow to me twice." Fuuhaya Che said this in a flat voice and thanked the waiter who packed his dinner.