Chapter 8

Everything is so amazing.

In other words, everything is so absurd, absurd to the point of being ridiculous.

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"Jay, come here."

Although Gojo Satoru was not seriously injured, Ieiri Glass, who knew exactly what he was doing at the same time, still cooperated with the two of them tacitly, creating the perfect illusion that Gojo Satoru had indeed consumed too much and needed to rest. .

After all, she is now considered a more authoritative user of the reversal technique in high school.

After her application for residency is approved, she will be able to take up the post within two days of joining the hospital and truly become a certified doctor in the college - all injured magicians must be diagnosed by her before they can be triaged.

"What?"

Although it was true that Gojo Satoru had not slept for a long time, as a protector with the same mission, Xia Youjie himself did not get much rest.

When the family member Jiazi frowned and pulled him out to speak, Xia Youjie immediately yawned heavily under the dim light.

"Wu...Did something happen to him?"

"Huh?" Xia Youjie's eyes were so sleepy that they almost disappeared, and the bangs on his forehead drooped lifelessly, "Why do you ask?

" What can someone think about someone who just falls asleep on the bed?

"Didn't you notice?"

In order to get used to his future identity as soon as possible, Iaru Glass had already put on a white coat early.

The long hair that was originally spread down her back was tied into a high ponytail and was swaying with her movements.

...I think what's wrong is you...

Xia Youjie yawned again: "Well... to be honest... the ponytail doesn't suit you very well..."

"And it's so high... doesn't it hurt your scalp?"

It's not done often. People with long hair suddenly take on such a difficult challenge, which is really unfriendly to the scalp.

"What?" Jia Ruizi's eyes widened, "Are you trying to say that it would be better to have a bun like yours?" He

didn't even look at whether his face matched the bun!

"After he falls asleep, he always murmurs something." Iaru Niazi curled his lips and returned to the topic, "The way a person looks in his sleep is, to a large extent, the most realistic way."

"Is there any? ?" Xia Youjie tried to remember, but unfortunately, the more he recalled, the more sleepy he became. "Well... it's very simple..."

He turned around and pulled the door of the infirmary, ran in like the wind, and then suddenly Throwing himself into an empty bed.

Just let him sleep next to Gojo Satoru and take a good look!

Fall down and go to sleep.

"How could...how could..."

Before Jiarujiazi could stop her, when she ran in angrily to save her clean work space, what she saw was Xia Youjie sleeping soundly, and... again Gojo Satoru started talking inexplicably in his sleep.

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Gojo Satoru kept having recurring dreams.

In the dream, it was still the same unlucky airport, the same unlucky passengers, and... the blond woman who made people look angrier and angrier.

[Pfft—chi—]

The sound of flesh being pierced continued to echo.

Gojo Satoru kept waking up from layers of dreams, and fell into similar dreams again, unable to escape.

In all the dreams, he could only watch Fuheishier appear. In an instant, the blood sprayed seemed to splash onto his face from a distance, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

In the pool of blood, the golden butterfly didn't even have a chance to struggle, and just slowly lost its breath.

The pale limbs were soaked in a pool of blood, and the winding blood was like vines, tightly entangled with its prey.

Mistakes.

Confused.

negligence.

anger.

Why? what is this?

Gojo Satoru couldn't figure it out: Why did Fushiguro attack an ordinary person who had nothing to do with him?

[Crack—Crack—]

When he angrily repeated this question hundreds of thousands of times in his dream, the monotonous bloody dream suddenly shattered and was replaced by a more puzzling picture.

How did she do it?

"Hey——!"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but say something. When the voice actually appeared, even he was surprised for a second.

Everything in the background faded into blur, except for the woman in the center who was extremely clear.

In the huge space, only she and him were left.

"?"

Gojo Satoru had already known the other person's name with his keen hearing, but even in his dream, he still sounded evil.

When Angelica turned her head and looked at him doubtfully, what she saw was Gojo Satoru's particularly complicated expression.

"What's wrong?"

Different from the tense situation at the airport, in the dream, Angelica blinked her round and big eyes, and her thick, curved eyelashes fluttered up and down, giving people a particularly obvious sense of unreality.

She stood relaxed, tilted her head slightly, and even raised the corners of her lips in a smile.

...What on earth and what...

Gojo Satoru felt like he realized that he was dreaming, and he also found that the dream was particularly outrageous, so he didn't feel unhappy about it.

Whether it's a dream... or a spell!

"How did you do it? How did you avoid that spear?"

"That one?" Angelica shook her head gently to comb her long hair, and the golden hair flowed like a shining waterfall, " That’s it—that—and finally—”

Oh, oh, oh.

Gojo Satoru was thoughtful, just like all dreamers who thought they had seen through the truth of the world: Angelica obviously didn't say anything useful, but he thought he understood everything.

"...Right...!"

Gojo Satoru, who "understood", thought of a question that had troubled him for a long time, "Why do you always stare at my neck?"

Beautiful and clean - Gojo Satoru's first question after returning to school I checked it carefully several times at once.

"Well."

In Gojo Satoru's eyes, the blond woman who was short and only reached his chest suddenly smiled narrowly, raised her hand, and tapped her own chin with her index finger.

"That's it -"

Huh-

huh-huh-

huh-Gojo

Satoru found that his vision was spinning, and everything in front of him was spinning rapidly-no, it should be him, his own head was spinning rapidly Spin!

hateful! This guy!

Let me catch you - and you're screwed -! ! !

"Damn it——!"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes in anger and saw the familiar ceiling of the infirmary.

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"Kid."

Fuheishier opened the door and threw a large bag of things to the side.

The rich shopping bag did not fall to the floor, but was held in the arms of the thin boy who had been waiting for a long time.

A lot of meat... It's all high-quality and expensive meat...

It's always like this... When you have money, you squander it... and spend it all in a short time...

If you switch to ordinary meat, the money will be enough to eat for a long time. For a long time...

The boy with rough hair looked about the same age as Kujo Xuren, but his face didn't have much vitality or energy.

"What's that expression?"

Fuheishier glanced down at his dull gourd-like son, clapped his hands, and looked around: "Where's that woman?"

"Not at home?"

"Welcome back." Hearing the movement at the entrance, The girl who was busy in the kitchen wiped her hands on her apron and walked out with a smile, "Dinner is almost ready."

"Tsk."

"Help me cook these meats."

Fuheishier said about the dinner . He didn't care about the content, he just wanted everything he wanted to be kept.

"No problem!"

Fushiguro Tsumiki first took the unusually heavy shopping bag from Fushiguro Megumi's hand, then rummaged through to find large chunks of beef, and walked back to the kitchen very cooperatively.

This is the life of Fuheishier.

Calm, boring, with a sense of decadence and decadence.

Family, emotions, money...the presence or absence of it doesn't have much impact.

"Why are you unhappy, Hui?"

After the meal, the two siblings who were clearing away the dishes in the kitchen got very close and chatted quietly.

"Just think of him as a... um... animal that came back from hunting... it's actually quite cute and believable, isn't it?"

Really?

The young Fushiguro Megumi could only help by stepping on a small footstool. Hearing his sister's wonderful association, the only thing he could do was to raise his head and look at her expressionlessly, his eyes dark.

"You really have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty."

The kid's topic.

Fuheshier passed by with a can of beer. Even though he heard all the conversation between the two, he was not prepared to make any reaction.

It was as if the object they were talking about had nothing to do with him - well, after all, they were talking about beasts that could only hunt.

[Gojo Satoru is internally injured]

[It seems that you really have some strength]

[But the final goal has not been completed, and I will only give you half of the final payment]

Nervous.

Fuheishier went back to his room, minding his own business. The contact phone rang several times, and the text messages from the same number were inexplicably climaxing to him.

However, if you have the money, just take it.

With the money, Fuhei Shen'er wished that the guy opposite him would get nervous a few more times.

The moonlight is bright and white, and Fuheishier never closes the curtains.

He drank the beer in one gulp, wiped his mouth, covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep for a second.

Men who live by their bodies still need to maintain a regular schedule.

Generally speaking, Fuheishier does not dream.

His sleep quality is so good that it can make most people in the world envious and jealous.

But tonight was different.

Under the bright white moonlight, he seemed to be drawn into another familiar and unfamiliar world - it was a long-lost dream.

However, he didn't realize that he was dreaming.

The airport, the crowd, and the nervous and tired target.

Silver-white hair, superior height, and that arrogant face are all perfect markers. Even a blind man can identify the opponent without any obstacles in the crowd.

Gojo Satoru, mission reward, the strongest in the world of magic.

Fuheishier sneered in his heart, lurked, got closer, and quietly took action: using the spell tool specially prepared for him, he broke through the inaccessible limit and penetrated his body fiercely.

"Ah!?"

Angelica couldn't figure out what she was doing: Is this dream too annoying? Come again?

This time, there was no need to test at all. She skillfully twisted the sharp weapon she stabbed, and at the same time continued what she had not been able to accomplish during the day -

her soft palm pressed the back of Fuheisher's hand unhurriedly.

? ? ?

Before Fuheishier could react, the low temperature had already reached his mind through his skin.

Spin, or twist?

Angelica felt that she needed a deep sleep: it was best to end this inexplicable dream as soon as possible.

Simply, let’s do both!

"Goodbye, good night."

Angelica slapped a badge on the back of Fuheisher's hand. The radiation range was only an arm's length away, but it was enough for the current situation.

[Huh-huh--]

In the dream, the sound of the badge's activation became extremely loud and cartoonish.

Fuheishier didn't even say a word when he found that his arm suddenly turned 360 degrees and twisted into a bizarre twist.

call--!

For the first time, Fuheishier suddenly woke up without being disturbed.