Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

At the end of the semester, the number of tasks suddenly increased, but for some reason, the three-person team was separated every time, or Tsukuyomi was often asked to go on a task alone.

These tasks are of course a piece of cake for Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, just a sprinkle of water, but the frequency of the tasks assigned to Tsukuyomi Tsukumi is too high. Although they are not particularly difficult second and third level cursed spirits, they are really annoying.

Even several times when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru raided his dormitory late at night, they found it empty.

At first I thought the boy had returned to the staff dormitory, but one night I discovered something strange.

Although Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are not the strongest combination, they still have basic vigilance.

In the middle of the night, I was attracted by the noises like small animals coming from the corridor.

The two opened the door without saying anything and caught the poor guy who had returned from a mission late at night.

The two of them didn't think about the mission at first, but just looked distressed, as if they had caught their young wife fooling around late at night.

But the next second, he was surprised by the blood on the boy's body and the leaked cursed energy.

On the one hand, only beginner sorcerers who cannot control their emotions will make such a mistake.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"

Xia Youjie was the first to come to his senses. He hugged the person without hesitation, regardless of the fact that he was wearing clean pajamas.

"I received an urgent task tonight."

"Are you hurt? Is the mission difficult? Why didn't you call me?"

Gojo Satoru meowed in dissatisfaction, tore off Geto Suguru, put his hands under the boy's armpits and lifted him up to touch him.

Tsukuyomi was stunned, somewhat at a loss, unable to speak, as if he was spitting out his gray soul, his empty brain blankly loading information.

"Damn it, why did I only assign you a mission? Do you look down on me?"

After a busy day of working outside, the white-haired boy felt very aggrieved at the moment. It seemed that all the fatigue of the day disappeared at the moment he was lifted up high.

His face was pale, with dark circles under his eyes, and he looked like someone who had been over-exploited. He was so pitiful. Tsukuyomi pursed his lips, gathered his emotions, and loudly complained to his peers.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm so tired today!"

"That's really too much! I've taken all the tasks for you tomorrow, so you should get some rest!"

"woo woo woo woo"

The next second, the little toy in the cat's hand was snatched away by the black-haired girl, who picked her up possessively, put one arm around her knees like a child, and even patted her affectionately, as if to comfort her.

"Our Tsujimi is amazing, but you can't always be so hard-working. Leave this week's tasks to me."

Tsukuyomi's numb eyes finally brightened up again. After a busy day, his head was drowsy and he couldn't think straight. He didn't feel anything was wrong.

He even thoughtfully adjusted his posture to make it easier for the person to hold him. His eyes were bright and his back was straight. He reached out and patted the arm of the person holding his knee. "I'll only trouble you this once. After I've rested well, I will definitely help you with the task..."

The two classmates just smiled, one in front and one behind, and took the person back to the dormitory safely as if they had encountered something great.

Perhaps he relaxed his vigilance after returning to a familiar and stable place. As soon as he was put on the bed, Tsukuyomi fell into the soft bedding with a "plop" as if he had lost his support, and then closed his eyes.

Gojo Satoru was still running water in the bathroom, and Geto Xiayu opened the closet to find some clothes for the boy. Unexpectedly, he noticed a black bag in the closet.

Xia Youjie diligently served the landlord's stupid son. He opened the bag and took a look without hesitation. The next second, he was stunned and his expression froze.

He didn't expect the bag to be filled with bottles, cans and loose pills.

I wanted to ask back, but found

The other party is already unconscious.

He pressed his forehead hard, feeling a little panicky, but he couldn't bear to wake him up. He just quietly took a small bottle of medicine and prepared to go back and check it himself.

Gojo Satoru had put the water in the bathroom and was about to jump over to call for help, but was stopped by Geto Suguru.

"Shh, Tsuji is asleep."

Xia Yujie squeezed the glass bottle in his pocket, thought about it and decided not to tell him.

*

At the beginning, with Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru sharing the burden, Tsukuyomi Tsukumi was able to have some time to breathe, but then more tasks came.

It's not just Tsukuyomi Tsukumi. Except for Ieiri Shoko who has time to attend classes every day, the three of them were sent out to do tasks.

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi's mission is even more

Far!!!

Every time it was a long journey, not only did it take a lot of time to commute, but when I arrived at the destination, I found out that it was just a second-level curse spirit.

He could vaguely sense something unusual, but he still completed the tasks honestly.

Although it was a waste of time, it did help some people. On several occasions, it was because of his presence that the victims were able to survive.

Maybe these are just low-probability events...

*

As the workload surged, Tsukuyomi Tsukumi became visibly depressed.

The recent missions are no longer simply helping ordinary people, but sometimes involve the dark side of human nature, which makes him feel helpless.

*

The climate turns from summer to cooler.

After completing the exorcism mission at the old place, the "Juvenile Court", Tsukuyomi Tsukumi had to admit that

He is tired

I don't know why I've been on missions in juvenile detention centers and hospitals a lot lately.

This place was still the same as before, and the patients next to him and on his left were all familiar. He was still a little dazed when he stepped out of this place.

I can't even distinguish between the past and the present.

Tsukuyomi stretched out his hand, and he couldn't tell where the strange feeling came from, but it was just that a heavy thing was pressing on him and making him breathless.

The hot blood also calmed down at some point, and the emotions dissipated uncontrollably until reason took over.

He subconsciously wanted to go back to the technical college to see familiar people and things, but the moment he entered the school gate, he abruptly changed direction and walked towards the sparsely populated forest.

Let's be alone for a while.

*

But the one who traps yourself is always yourself.

More and more thoughts and memories come to mind, and I recall them uncontrollably.

From the dark and damp basement to now being exposed to the sun freely and nervously,

He also once pursued the so-called answer with scars all over his body. He did not have the fiery and wanton youth in the youth comics, but lived in regret and unrequited love.

Awkward and not confident, inferior and not frank

But all the past is always with me, like a shadow,

The cold wind blew, bringing with it the chill of autumn, and the forest behind the college was also stained with gloom, with leaves withering and falling.

The streetlights softly illuminated the lonely pedestrians. The white-haired boy felt a little cold, paused, and then buried his face in his scarf.

The loneliness in the dark night is an indescribable emotion. The deeper it gets, the more it overflows, as if it has drowned one's soul and consciousness.

Everyone's care and concern made him feel hot, like ice touching fire, which was frightening.

He was like a small boat drifting alone on the water, unable to escape the confusion and helplessness in his heart no matter where he went.

“I used to do this before…”

So, it's okay

Walking unsteadily on the cold and damp path, it seemed as if I would turn into mist and dissipate in the mountains in the next second.

The boy seemed like a dead tree in the winter, his delicate and beautiful face was pale without a trace of blood, and his dazzling white hair was a little messy because the owner had no time to take care of it.

Suddenly, a cell phone rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. The boy slowly picked it up and took a look. He found that it was his assistant supervisor.

At this time, he pouted and muttered like a child.

Damn it, if I answer the phone I'll definitely have to go on another mission alone.

But if I don't accept the mission, what if others can't wait for rescue... The phone keeps ringing, as if it will keep ringing until the owner answers.

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi wasted some time willfully, his eyebrows drooping, and he answered the phone sullenly at the right moment.

"Hey... I understand. Let's go over there now..."

He hummed the hang-up button with a little temper, and rushed down the mountain at a speed that was the opposite of passive resistance.