Zongman: Even with evil spirits, it is also a relaxing daily life

"How about it?"

After seeing Luo Su come back, Jian Zi asked worriedly

"I saw that thing when I was drawing the curtains this morning."

"When I went upstairs just now, I saw it was gone and thought it had left. I didn't know where it went."

"But as long as we pretend we can't see it, we should be fine."

"Has Luo Sujun's condition for today not been met yet?"

"It was achieved, but the comprehension failed."

"Well."

"Come to think of it, Yotsuya-san, you suddenly said you wanted to come to my house. Was it because you saw an evil spirit at home?"

"Well... they came straight into my house. It's even worse than here, and..."

"and?"

“And I saw my dad…”

"..."

Luo Su didn't say anything. Even if someone didn't know the plot, they would understand what Jianzi meant after hearing these words.

The situation suddenly became awkward, and it was Jianzi who broke the silence first.

"Excuse me, could you calm me down, Luo Su-kun?"

"Ah."

After using the sedative technique on her, Jianzi, who was just in a very depressed mood, instantly became calm.

"I'm sorry, I said some rude things and made the atmosphere a little weird. Um, can I stay here until noon, when my mother comes back?"

"It's okay, Yotsuya-san can stay here as long as you want."

"Well, thank you. By the way, if Luo Su-kun is willing, just call me Jianzi."

"Really? If that's the case, please don't call me Luo Sujun. You may not feel anything, but I'm from China. Calling me that feels like calling someone else."

"Well, then... Su Jun?"

"It doesn't feel any better. Never mind, just call me that."

(Also, it’s best not to get to know boys with the word “德” in their names from now on)

"By the way, Jianzi, don't you have any brothers or sisters?"

Luo Su suddenly thought, isn't Jianzi's brother at home? Otherwise, she wouldn't be so scared.

"No, I'm an only child."

Oh, Jianzi’s brother is gone, right? But this is actually a good thing for Luo Su?

The two chatted in the kitchen for a while.

Luo Su noticed one thing: from the time he came in until now, Jianzi had never asked about his parents, and was not surprised that he lived alone.

Yes, after all, we are neighbors, so we will know what happened here.

Don't leave the kitchen until the water boils.

After returning to the living room, I saw that the BYD lying on the window was gone again. I hope it really rolled away this time.

Luo Su took out the teapot and teacup, and asked again while pouring tea.

"You really don't want to drink, Jianzi?"

"Su Jun is so long-winded."

"..."

Was it his imagination? He felt like their relationship had suddenly grown much closer. Was it the suspension bridge effect? ​​After Jianzi returned, things should return to normal after a while.

After pouring the tea and just about to sit down to enjoy it, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Hello, your delivery"

The courier called out from outside the door

"I'll go open the door."

"Ah."

After opening the door, the courier handed him the box with a smile on his face.

After taking it, I saw that it was the album he ordered yesterday.

After confirming the receipt, the courier took the receipt and left. When Luo Su was closing the door, he saw BYD outside the window running to the store opposite.

(If you leave, don’t come back.)

I carried the box back to the living room and went to the kitchen to find a paper cutter to open the wrapping paper.

Jianzi watched curiously from the side, and when she saw that it was an album for the after-school tea party, she showed an expression of "I see."

After all, they are a national band, so it's not surprising that Luo Su is their fan, and that's the number...

"Su Jun, did you buy all their albums?"

"That's right"

"Well, I think it's better to save money..."

"Don't worry. If I run out of money, with my magic, I can make a lot of money as a psychological masseur."

Jianzi didn't say anything else.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Jianzi suddenly asked Luo Su how he usually ate.

If he can't cook, Jianzi can cook him a meal before leaving, as a way to repay Luo Su for letting her stay here.

Of course Luo Su can cook, but in this case, he must say he can't.

...

At 7 a.m. on April 8, Luo Su woke up to the sound of the alarm clock.

He tentatively opened the curtains. Well, good, that BYD was gone for good.

Let’s take a look at today’s tasks.

[Task 1: Jog for half an hour, Activity +25]

[Task 2: Wander around Shimokitazawa for 10 minutes; Activity +25]

[Task 3: Do one good deed a day. Activity +25]

[Mission 4: Win three games in War3 (Activity +25)]

This practice of doing good deeds every day has been happening for three consecutive days, or is it actually a fixed task?

No matter, let's talk about it after mission 4. As for mission 1 and 2

I happened to be jogging from his house to Ikebukuro, and I would pass by Shimokitazawa. I wonder if a 10-minute jog there would count as strolling? If not, it wouldn't be too late to finish it when I came back.

After washing up, I went out for a jog. I jogged in Shimokitazawa for 10 minutes. When I passed by STARRY, I saw a yellow-haired angel going out to throw away the garbage.

Luo Su was just passing by. The two looked at each other and turned away.

After running for 10 minutes, the task completion prompt did not sound, so it seems that it does not count.

Luo Su had no choice but to turn around and run towards the northeast.

When he ran to the intersection yesterday, he paid special attention to prevent another suitcase from suddenly appearing.

As it turned out, there was no suitcase on the right, and Tang Keke popped out from the left and called him.

"Wait a minute, Luo Su."

"what happened?"

"I forgot to ask for your phone number yesterday. You helped me. If you need any help in the future, feel free to contact me."

So that's what happened? Wait, so she was waiting here specifically for this? What if he didn't pass by here today?

"Actually, you don't have to be so polite. It's just a small favor."

Having said that, he still took out his phone and prepared to add the other person as a friend on Line.

It turned out that the other party had been cleaning the house all day yesterday and had not had time to register.

So I helped her register an account and we added each other as friends.

"Speaking of which, Luo Su, do you go jogging every morning?"

"No, I just started running in the last few days."

"Oh, then I won't bother you."

After the two separated, Luo Su completed his half-hour jogging task, had breakfast at the same place as yesterday, and then slowly returned to Shimokitazawa.

It was already past 8 o'clock when he returned to Shimokitazawa. Most of the shops were open at this time, so it wouldn't be too out of place for him to wander around here.

Soon, Task 2 was also completed. During these 10 minutes, he did not encounter Senior Liang who was eating grass, and he returned home with a look of regret.

The next step was to win 3 games in war3. After opening the battle.net and starting the game, the system again asked whether to transfer the account data.

He didn't choose this one, just treated it as a small account to fish.

After winning 3 games easily, today's routine is also completed.

[Daily tasks completed, random rewards being drawn]

[Successfully draw a random summon item reward]

[Dark Codex: Don't let anyone know you have this.]

Wow, that sounds dangerous.

Then, a thick black book with a cover covered in various strange patterns appeared on the computer desk.

Luo Su took it in his hand curiously. The system only said not to let someone know, but didn’t say that you can’t look at it. So it should be okay to take a look, right?

So he curiously turned a page.

"But I am indeed a true magician who has lived for 500 years and is still alive in this world."

"This is the story I recorded under the guidance of the spirits. My name is..."

"Mori....summer"

When he read this, Luo Su's brows began to twitch wildly.

Well, it is indeed dangerous, and he really cannot let someone know that he has this book.

It really lives up to the name of a summoning item.