atypical edge one

Stove door song who came up with snacks could hear the boy's voice through the door, she couldn't help laughing.

so good.

"I'm coming in." The girl said while pushing the door, her tone light.

"Ge, you come to play too." Yuan Yi tilted his head and smiled at her, then moved to the inside, leaving a place between him and Zaomen Tanji.

Yuan Yi, who has always been quiet and not as excited as the other two boys even when playing games, is very conspicuous in Zaomen Ge's eyes.The girl smiled brightly at him.

"Okay, okay, then let's team up for battle!" Zaomen Tanji was in high spirits, never leaving his eyes from the game screen, "Yuanyi, you and Ge are on the team, and I am on the team with Fuhei!"

"Even if the opponent is you, brother, I won't lose!" Zaomenge walked to Yuanyi and sat down, then picked up the game controller.

Zaomen Ge, who grew up with her brother, is naturally familiar with all kinds of games that boys like to play, and she often plays them herself.

"Okay, let the horse come here!" Zaomen Tanji patted Fu Heihui on the shoulder before starting, "We have to work hard, Fu Hei!"

The experience and combat power in the game have nothing to do with the physical fitness of the external controller.

Although Yuanyi saw the mission target, the villain he manipulated did not have as good physical strength and speed as himself, so he naturally lost to the Zaomen Fuhei duo who were familiar with the game.

"Okay, this round is over," Zaomen Tanji said with a smile, "Let's eat something."

"Sorry, Song."

"There's nothing worth apologizing about," Zaomen Ge laughed, "Just have fun together."

"Try this."

The boy with the ball head took the matcha and fruit from the stove door singer, and the shape of the magpie was lifelike.Yuan Yi took a bite and bit off the magpie's head.

The viscous sweetness permeates the mouth, accompanied by a little matcha fragrance.Yuanyi himself has no sense of sweetness.He himself has no requirements for food, and he will eat whatever other people give him.

"Is it delicious?" Zaomen Ge looked expectant.She likes this flavor the most.

"It's delicious." Yuan Yi smiled slightly.

They left after having lunch at Zaomen's house. Although Mrs. Zaomen and both brothers and sisters tried to persuade them to stay, Yuanyi and Fu Heihui already had their own ideas.

Yihao lay on Yuanyi's shoulder, and had been very quiet all this time.

"By the way, Hui," Yuanyi called to stop the boy, "Wu said that I can tell you if I want to find him, please help me with the message."

"Okay," Fu Heihui nodded with a calm expression, "but he doesn't come to my house often."

Fu Heihui had discovered earlier that Yuan Yi had always called other people by their names, even the girl Zaomen Ge.He felt that this should be the same as Gojo Satoru, a personal habit.

"Well, I know. When you meet someone, just tell him."

Now that Yuanyi said this, Fu Heihui also wrote it down, and was going to tell that man when the time came.

"It's so fast." Fu Heihui just blinked, and Yuan Yi disappeared.

"Is this also the ability of a conjurer?" The boy's thoughts began to diverge.

Somewhat unexpectedly, after Fu Heihui returned home, he found Gojo Satoru was also there.

"What's your expression, Hui." The white-haired young man wearing sunglasses leaned carelessly on the sofa, with his shoes on the coffee table, eating cotton candy, just like at home.

"Please put the shoes down from the coffee table, it will add unnecessary and unnecessary workload to Miki Tsuzumi."

"Speaking honorifics feels weird, Megumi," Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, "what's the matter, you seem to have something to say to me."

"I met a friend named Yuanyi today."

"Ah, Yuanyi," Gojo Satoru suddenly realized, "Speaking of which, I told him your home address."

"He asked me to tell you that he wants to see you." Fu Heihui said concisely.

"Oh? Is that so." Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't seem surprised by his expression.

"But speaking of it, Yuanyi is different from Huiyou. He is not mature at all, he is childish to death."

"It's you who are naive."

"No, I'm serious," Gojo Satoru turned off the TV, and then lay down completely on the sofa, "Unlike you who have matured as hell since the first grade of elementary school, that brat has never faced it straightforwardly. The malice of the world is just a cub boiled in warm water."

"Isn't that very good." Fu Heihui said after a pause.

If he has never faced the malice of the world, it proves that someone is willing to protect Yuanyi behind him and protect him from the wind and rain.

"Ah, it would be nice if it was always like that, but it's too wasteful."

The black-haired boy didn't make a sound, he didn't want to know what Gojo Satoru meant by "waste".

"And I think Yuanyi is very good." Not only is he gentle in personality, but he is also well-bred at first glance, presumably the family should also be very happy.

"It seems that you get along well." Gojo Satoru turned around and buried his head in the pillow on the sofa, his voice sounded vague.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Mr. Gojo?"

"Of course, otherwise, do you want me to go back hungry?" Gojo Satoru raised his head and looked at Fu Heihui, who was tidying up the dining table, "I have bought some vegetables, so I'll cook them in the afternoon. Let me show you." My craft!"

"...can you eat it?"

"You're underestimating me, I, Gojo Satoru, is the strongest!"

No, it has nothing to do with being the strongest.Fu Heihui's face was indifferent, and she complained silently in her heart.

— but honestly, it's pretty tasty.

Fu Heihui, who came to the kitchen with the mentality of testing drugs and tasted the dinner prepared by Gojo Satoru himself, had the most say in this.

But Gojo Satoru made this meal once and never did it again, the two children of Fuhei's family were not surprised at all.

After all, he doesn't look like the type who can cook all the time, the previous time should have been just a whim.

a few days later.

"Yo, Yuanyi."

The white-haired youth tapped the wall with one foot, smiled and waved to the boy with the ball head.

"Enlightenment." Yuan ran to Gojo Wujo in a small step, and looked up at him.

"I heard Hui said that you want to see me?"

The white-haired young man put his hand on Yuanyi's head and stroked his hair.

"Don't make a mess." Yuan Yi reminded, but didn't resist.

"Just mess it up for you!" Gojo Wu put both hands on the top of Yuanyi's head, rubbing it randomly.

"Enlightenment!" Yuanyi stretched out one hand to grab Gojo Satoru's wrist, but the other hand was out of reach due to height issues, so Gojo Satoru was still messing with Yuanyi's hair.

After this little farce was over, Yuanyi's hair was already messed up, and the loose balls had lost their original shape.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry," Jian Yuan didn't speak at first, Gojo Wu decided to coax him, "Can I tie it up again for you?"

"Master Xia You pierced this before going out." Yuan Yi was silent for a while, sounding a little aggrieved.

"I don't know, go back and ask Jie to pierce it for you, and just say I messed it up, okay."

That's right, just as Xia Youjie thought back then, Wujo Satoru knew this matter well.It's okay once or twice, and if there are too many times, he won't be as blind as he would turn a blind eye to the shining magic power belonging to Xia Youjie on Yuanyi's body.

The boy didn't respond, but took off the headband, and his black hair was draped over his shoulders. He straightened it out briefly to make sure it didn't look so messy, and then stretched out his hand to grab Gojo Satoru's sleeve.

"Come on, Wu, I have something to ask you."

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to know why you and Master Xia You parted ways."

"The concept is different," Gojo Satoru shrugged, "what else can I say."

Both he and Xia Youjie are sober enough, rational enough, and strong enough.What attracted them to each other at first was their similar strength and the frivolity of young people.

Now that they have different ideas and have taken different paths, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie naturally know that if they meet in battle, they will never show mercy.

"What kind of a different idea is that?"

"It's troublesome to say, tsk, I hate long speeches."

"Then make a long story short."

"You have changed and become less and less cute."

"Boys don't need to be cute."

And after Yuanyi went back with the headband at night, Xia Youjie looked at the disappearing ball head and said nothing, just smiled and welcomed Yuanyi home.

Since then, it seems that Xia Youjie has also acquiesced in Yuan Yi's option to go out to find Gojo Wu, and he even occasionally takes the initiative to let Yuan Yi go out.

At this time, Yuanyi would sometimes choose to go to Zaomen’s house, and sometimes he would go to Gojo Satoru—anyway, it was more random, just like flipping a coin.

"This is what I'm going to take back for Nanako and Mimiko." The boy with the ball head looked seriously at the white-haired youth in front of him.

"But the crepes won't taste good when they're cold." Gojo Satoru grinned.

"I can use the technique to keep warm!" Yuan retorted.

"Is that how you use the technique... Forget it, I've been here a bit lately, did Jie tell you?" Gojo Satoru felt bored, so he changed the subject.

"Well, we talked about it a long time ago," Yuan nodded, "Master Xia You said that he supports my choice."

"Jie said that, I'm not surprised." Gojo Satoru felt that this answer did not surprise him at all.

"But why do you call him 'Master Xiayou'? Is this some new play?" About this point, Gojo Satoru actually wanted to ask before.After all, he had never discovered that his best friend had such a hobby before.

"No, it's just a title." At first, it was because Nanako and Mimiko called Xia Youjie that way, so Yuanyi followed suit.

"Then call me Mr. Wutiao and listen to me."

"No."

"Isn't it just a name, let's call and have a look."

"No."

"You're really boring. I don't understand why Jie raises you little brats. One is enough for me, and he also raises three."

The white-haired young man leaned on the sofa and glanced at the boy with ball-shaped hair over there.

"Because there's no way to leave it alone, Mr. Xia You is too gentle."

"That guy is so stubborn," Gojo Satoru snorted, "Let's not talk about him, do you have any idea to come to Gaozhuan when the time comes, Yuanyi."

"I have no plans for that."

"Why?" Gojo Satoru frowned, "It's a certainty that you will leave Jie's side later."

"But you also said that there will be a lot of rotten oranges at the high school," Yuanyi directly used Gojo Satoru's previous description, "I just want to become stronger, and then do what I want to do."

"Okay, I won't say much. But I'll remind you one last thing." Gojo Gojo turned his head to look at Yuanichi, his blue eyes reflected cold light, like inorganic glass.

"If you kill an ordinary person or a registered conjurer, you can't turn back, Yuanyi."

"I understand that the Curse Master is actually one of my options," Yuan nodded, "I'm seriously thinking about the future."

"...You are really irritating sometimes, Yuanyi. I really don't know how Jie endures it."