[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

After being enlightened by his best friend, Gojo Satoru let go of his worries.

Suddenly I felt a lot more relaxed.

He nimbly dodged the shove from Ieiri Naoko: "Okay, Naoko, you are jealous that we can go to Okinawa~"

"Summer is here. I'm so irritable. Be careful of getting acne."

Xia Youjie did not choose to join the war. He chuckled and said in an indulgent manner: "I'll go call Liang-san. I wonder if she has packed her luggage yet."

Gojo Satoru said unhappily, "That guy looks sleepy every day, and his missions are not even half of what we have done."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huai Liang appeared outside the infirmary door.

"I heard someone say something bad about me."

There is a gentle and lingering laziness in his tone, and the ending sound is always drawn out.

Gojo Satoru was shocked. How come Cao Cao appears as soon as he mentions him?

He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head: "No, Liang-chan, you heard it wrong."

Xia Youjie raised an eyebrow: "Sauce?"

Huailiang waved his hand and said it was just a name, no big deal.

"The plan has changed. Tomorrow you two will be responsible for meeting the Astral Plasma. I have found the temporary residence of the Warlock Killer and I am going to meet him."

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru both said they could go with her, but their starting points were completely different.

Xia Youjie expressed his concern for Huailiang's safety. After all, through the intelligence he had gathered in the past few days, he learned that Tianyu Tyrant was not a pushover.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, thinks that the task of protecting a junior high school student is too boring, and Junjun wants to have some fun.

"Okay, stop arguing."

Huai Liang made the final decision: "My shadow shuttle is very useful. I can hide and track, and if I can't win, I can run away."

"Don't forget, there are still so many curse masters being held hostage by the Q Organization and the Panxing Cult. You two should focus on protecting the astral plasma."

……

The next day.

Huailiang waited in the racecourse for about two hours and watched several horse racing competitions during that time.

I asked the waiter to bring a dozen horse racing tickets and tried various playing methods such as single win, single win, and 3 consecutive wins.

Relying on the horse-watching knowledge I had intensively studied in the past few days and the extended mental power of observation, I almost never lost.

This made the waiter who served her very happy, after all, he could get a lot of tips from it.

Finally, when she won the fifth bet in a row, Fushiguro Shigekiru showed up.

The racecourse was very noisy, a mixture of gamblers' excited cheers and frustrated groans.

She had already figured out that this was a small round table where the other party usually sat, with an excellent viewing position next to the track.

"Ah, there's someone here."

Fushiguro Shigeki immediately recognized the girl as the one who was with Gojo Satoru in the Ginza mall last time. He did not retreat but approached, "Can we share a table, young lady?"

Huailiang nodded: "Of course."

The man in front of him was wearing a tight black T-shirt, loose linen bloomers, and flat black cloth shoes. He didn't look like the noble man in the haori hakama that he had seen in the mall before.

Maybe this is his true face?

Fushiguro Shinji waved his hand, and a familiar waiter came running over and handed over a thick stack of horse tickets.

He scanned the horses waiting to race in the arena with his burning eyes, and then wrote on the ticket without hesitation.

"Perhaps you don't need to be too anxious. You can wait and see how they perform first... Waiting for the right moment is the key to victory."

The tip of the pen paused on the paper, and then continued to move flexibly.

"What do you call it?"

Fushiguro Shigeu handed the written ticket to the waiter, who trotted towards the betting station with the ticket.

Huai Liang was not surprised at all that the other party did not listen to his advice: "Huai Liang."

Fushiguro Shigeki was sitting astride the soft seat behind the round table. As he moved, the fabric of his black shirt stuck closer and closer to his abdomen, outlining the perfect lines of his muscles.

"So Miss Huai, you seem to know a lot about horse racing?"

He tilted his head, and the corners of his scarred lips curled up slightly, with a hint of seduction and mischief.

As if to say, since it was obviously coming for him, why bother pretending to be interested in horse racing.

Huai Liang naturally understood the sarcasm in the other party's words, but she has never been the type to back down when faced with difficulties.

What's more, the previous winning streak gave her enough confidence.

"I understand a little bit. Did you choose to buy only No. 10 just now?"

As she said this, she raised her lips and smiled, "It's indeed a good horse, but if it were me, I would choose number 3."

"This should be Miss Huai's first time here. Horse No. 3 hasn't performed particularly well recently, but Horse No. 10 has won the championship twice."

Fushiguro Shiori stretched out his arms and half leaned on the soft seat behind him. "Although the odds are not too high, we can still try it out for the first time."

As the signal bullet sounded, the entire racecourse began to boil like a boiler, filled with the cheers of the punters.

Fushiguro Shiji did not show the fanatical and out-of-control expressions of the gamblers. He sat quietly on the side without even changing his posture.

No. 10 was in the lead and running at the front, but was gradually overtaken by No. 3 after the third turn. In the end, No. 3 won with a lead of one horse length.

Huailiang clapped his hands nonchalantly: "Good boy~"

"interesting."

Fushiguro Shiori leaned forward and asked with great interest, "How did you know that?"

Huai Liang didn't mean to keep the secret and said bluntly: "Because the arm of the horse master No. 10 was injured, he subconsciously protected his arm during the pre-race preparations and avoided contact with other horse masters."

"With his injured arm, it will affect his coordination with the horse and he dare not compete too much with other horse trainers."

Hearing this, Fushiguro Shigeu became more interested: "What a sharp observation... This is the reason why No. 10 lost, so how did Ms. Huai know that No. 3 would win?"

Huailiang was not complacent with the other party's praise. She continued to describe in an orderly manner: "No. 3 has a strong physique and powerful limbs. Moreover, it hit the gate frequently before the start of the race, which shows that it is very aggressive."

“As for the No. 3 jockey, both his skills and the coordination with the horse have been gradually improving in recent races, so I bet on them to win, and there is also an element of luck involved.”

Fushiguro Shigeki nodded, and he focused his attention again on the next few games without continuing to talk.

Huai Liang was also quite patient, as if she came here today just for the horse racing.

As stacks of lottery tickets were taken in and out, Huailiang had won seven times in a row, while Fushiguro Jiner was completely wiped out.

Huai Liang almost couldn't bear to watch any more. This guy couldn't even guess the simplest outcome correctly.

The sun was about to set, and before preparing for the last horse race, she couldn't help but speak first.

"How about this, Shin'er-kun, why don't you just make a bet with me?"