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

Ieiri Naoko took the lead in launching an attack: "Why did the interest between young lovers rise to such a high level?"

"You have never been in a relationship, what do you know? I think you are just jealous."

Huiyuan Xiong also quickly said, "I heard that this kind of special communicator is very expensive. Many sorcerers want to buy one and have to find a way to make an appointment in advance for customization."

"Right now, only the Tianyi Cult has the ability to produce and sell it to the outside world."

As an 'underage adult', Nanami Kento instinctively wanted to ease the atmosphere and didn't want everyone to quarrel at Geto Suguru's birthday party: "Gojo-senpai probably didn't mean that. He was just giving a friendly reminder."

"After all... Liang-san isn't a sorcerer, so it's normal that he can't think of these things."

Gojo Satoru instantly recovered: "Nanami~ You still understand me the best!"

Kento Nanami picked up a glass of whiskey to hide his disgusted expression.

"Well, how about this, Liang-chan also give me a birthday present. It's only been a little over a month, and my birthday is December 12th~"

"It's well known that Jie and I are the strongest. If Jie is in any danger, just call me and I will be the first to arrive."

He put his hands on his chin and made an expectant expression: "How is it? This deal is a good deal~"

Xia Youjie coughed lightly: "The six-eyed god of the Gojo family is still worried about not being able to get a communicator? Forget it, I'll prepare it for you--"

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Wu-kun."

Huailiang agreed to the other party's request straightforwardly, which attracted Xia Youjie's disapproving look.

She was worried that it would be difficult to obtain the whereabouts and intelligence of this white-haired bastard. As long as she added some "stuff" to the communicator, from then on, as long as the other party carried it with him as a strategic item, she would be able to capture the other party's movement trajectory and easily avoid him.

There will never be another 'encountering love at the corner' like that time in the mine.

Gojo Satoru raised his hands happily: "Yeah! I will definitely cherish it~"

Huailiang smiled at Xiayou Jie in a soothing manner: "Take a look at the other gift. I have been preparing it for a long time."

As the wrapping paper was gradually revealed, a framed oil painting appeared before his eyes:

A young boy in a blue printed shirt was strolling on the beach under the moonlight. He was slightly sideways, and the sea breeze blew through his bangs, revealing his side profile with curved eyebrows and eyes.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his lips, as if he was listening to someone's whisper, or just listening to the sound of the waves.

Huiyuan Yu can be said to be the best supporter. He immediately exclaimed: "Is this something you painted yourself, Ryo-san? You said you were there to sketch in Onomichi before. I didn't expect that oil paintings could be so beautiful."

Nanami Kento also had some naughty thoughts: "But didn't Ryo-san say something like... 'I only paint still life because I don't have anyone I want to paint'?"

Standing on the other side, Join Glass was the first to notice the details: "Jie, look, there is a string of words behind the painting."

"You will always be a free summer."

That was the blessing left by Huai Liang: You will always be the free summer.

Geto Xiayou couldn't help but think of that night on the beach in Okinawa. It turned out that she had always remembered it. Even without photos or video records, she could still recall what it was like at that time.

Even the details of the clothes he was wearing were clear.

He put the picture frame away carefully, then held the person in his arms: "This is the best gift I have ever received. I will definitely treasure it."

It was rare to see Geto Suguru so excited that he expressed his emotions so directly, and the boys and girls present immediately started to cheer excitedly.

——Except Gojo Satoru, of course.

He picked up the glass on the table with an expressionless face and drank it all in one gulp.

Transparent liquid slid from the corner of his lips, slid down his neck, and passed over his constantly rolling Adam's apple, leaving a transparent water stain.

Ieiri Nozomi, who was standing by, keenly noticed something was wrong. She glanced at Gojo Satoru who was silent, then quickly looked at Huailiang who was held tightly in Xiayou Jie's arms, and slowly stopped making any noise.

……

At 2:38 in the morning, Huailiang tossed and turned several times on the soft big bed, counting more than 700 sheep, but still couldn't fall asleep.

She was frightened by Gojo Satoru's inappropriate behavior in the afternoon, and she was worried that he would make some radical remarks at the dinner table.

Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened and the other party didn't seem to want to ruin his best friend's birthday party.

But she was always nervous and had no appetite, so she didn't eat much for dinner.

In the end, she couldn't resist the hunger in her stomach.

I turned on the bedside lamp, put on fluffy pajamas, quietly went downstairs, and went into the kitchen.

There were still gusts of cold wind whistling outside, mixed with large flakes of snow falling to the ground, and everything was quiet.

She first pushed away the almost burned-out charcoal in the fireplace, and when the orange flames grew bigger, she added the chopped firewood.

Not knowing how soundproof the place was, and fearing to wake up her friend sleeping upstairs, she only turned on a peanut-shell-like light on the top of the open kitchenette.

The orange light pouring down from overhead is just enough to illuminate the small kitchen.

Huailiang decisively took out tomatoes, green onions and eggs from the refrigerator. Without noodles, instant noodles produced in Japan could also satisfy his hunger.

Just as she was busy in the kitchen, making a bowl of tomato and egg noodles for a midnight snack, a tall shadow quietly came down the stairs.

Huailiang just turned around and was about to put the washed lettuce on the chopping board into a small pot to cook, when she suddenly saw Gojo Satoru sitting at the long marble table outside the kitchen, looking at her with his head supported by one hand.

I don’t know how long I’ve been watching it.

If it weren't for their good psychological quality, ordinary people would be scared and scream.

At this moment, Huai Liang really wanted to curse. Why is this guy still haunting us?

She told herself to stay calm, put on a professional fake smile, and lowered her voice, "Why did Wu-kun come downstairs?"

Gojo Satoru also lowered his voice and said, "I was thirsty in the middle of the night and forgot to put water in the room, so I wanted to come down and get some."

"But after smelling the aroma of the noodles you cooked for me, I feel like I'm hungry again."

Huai Liang clenched his back teeth. It was obvious that most of the cake was eaten by this guy, and he did not stop eating during dinner. How could he digest it so quickly!

She seemed not to understand the implication in the other person's words: "Oh, I'll cook it soon, but it's only for one person. Once I serve the noodles, I'll give you the seat right away."

“But I don’t know how to cook~”

I really believed you!

Huailiang almost couldn't help rolling his eyes to the sky. It was obvious that he had cooked udon noodles very well last week, with many different ways and the taste was great.

Gojo Satoru stood up, walked into the kitchen, took out an apron, and quickly put it on Huailiang's head.

"Be careful of oil spills on your clothes, it will leave a smell."

Seeing that the other party was about to help her tie the apron, Huai Liang hurriedly stepped back.

"Oh, don't bother, I can do it myself."

In no time, he hastily tied his usual knot.