You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

"A total of 2000 yen."

You vaguely heard the voice of the red-haired clerk, as if it was transmitted to your ears through a layer of water film, and there was an unreal sense of dullness.

Your body is lying on the table, with your head resting on your arms, and another young voice sounds beside you: "2000 is too expensive, the chicken curry rice outside is only 500 yen at most."

The eyelids seem to be stuck with glue, you struggle to open your eyes, the light is twisted into a ball in your eyes, you can only vaguely see someone standing in front of you.

Dark college uniform, with a tall and straight back, you almost thought it was Gojo Satoru, but when you looked up, you saw that he had a bun with a bunch of strange bangs hanging down the side of his face.

"Because they ordered Hell Spicy Curry," the red-haired clerk said, "Hell Spicy must use imported Indian ghost peppers, and the chicken is not small chicken nuggets, but chicken wings that cost more..."

"Okay," the teenager with the strange bangs paid and said to the red-haired clerk, "keep the uneaten portion, just as I haven't had dinner yet."

The red-haired clerk nodded slightly: "Then I'll warm it up for you."

Unexpected saving, you tilted your head, a tingling sensation came from the arm that was being pillowed by you, you pulled out your hand, trying to stretch your body, but the foot under the table accidentally kicked the other pair of legs.

You just saw Wujou lying not far from you. The two pairs of long legs squeezed under the narrow table looked extremely cramped. Your knees touched your knees, and the slightly higher temperature came through Wujou's trouser legs. You moved your chair slowly, trying to get away from him.

The boy with bangs turned his head immediately when he heard the voice: "Are you awake?"

"Hello." You rubbed your tingling arm, "Imasa Miyamura, second year at Kyoto School, thank you for helping me pay the bill."

"Small things." He smiled, "Xia Youjie is also in the second grade...how come you are with Wu?"

"He asked me to treat him to dinner." You said.

Xia Youjie seemed a little unconvinced. You can understand that Wujo Wu is not the kind of character who invites guests to dinner casually, but you didn't intend to explain. You pushed Wujo Wu next to you, trying to wake him up.

"If I remember correctly, you were recommended by the principal of Leyan Temple, right?" Xia Youjie said suddenly, "There have been rumors in the past two months that the principal of Leyan Temple, who is so conservative, made an exception to arrange for freshmen. Go straight to the second grade."

This is the information you failed to understand, you were silent for a while, until the red-haired clerk brought out the hot curry, Xia Youjie stopped his probing eyes.

The pungent spicy smell faintly wafted from him, and reheating made the chili in the curry work better. Looking at the red curry rice, Xia Youjie ate it without changing his face while holding the spoon.

"Xia Youjie." You suddenly called him.

"Huh?" Xia Youjie raised his head to look at you, but there was no change in his voice.

"It's okay." You waved your hand, feeling a little puzzled in your heart, is Xia Youjie's stomach made of iron?There is no reaction to eating such a spicy thing.

"Wow!!" Gojo Satoru next to you suddenly sat up, "So dizzy, are we on the boat?"

He pressed his temples, his gaze swept to you not far away, and his movements froze suddenly.

"I must be dreaming..." Gojo Satoru said in a trance.

Xia Youjie quickly took out his mobile phone and called up a photo: "Is this how you dreamed?"

You also leaned over to take a look. In the photo, Gojo Satoru was lying on the table in a disfigured manner. The blush spread from his cheeks to his neck, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat. His eyes were closed, and he looked drunk Looked unconscious.

"The teacher asked me to call you to inquire about your mission, but I heard that you were drunk in the store." Xia Youjie paused intentionally, "Just a glass of wine."

"Wrong, it's just one sip," you said hastily, "It's a good dish, you'll get drunk after just one sip."

"how is this possible?!"

Gojo Satoru blushed suddenly: "There must be something wrong with the wine you gave me!"

"Do you have any evidence?"

"..." Gojo Satoru.

In fact, Gojo Satoru himself knew in his heart that you never touched that glass of wine.

Xia Youjie stepped forward, and patted Wutiao Wu's shoulder earnestly, "Wu, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about pouring a cup."

"It's a gulp." You corrected.

Gojo Satoru said with a dark face, "Shut up, you."

Stimulate him again, maybe he will fight with you.

You coughed, "I'm going out to buy a bottle of drink."

Without waiting for his answer, you run out the door.

There is a vending machine not far from the store. This dungeon of unknown age is surprisingly advanced in terms of beverages. You choose a can of orange juice that you often drink, and when you see the label below, press " 2".

In the end you went back with three cans of golden drinks, Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu were talking, you first handed Xia Youjie a can, and then gave Wujo Wu the orange juice.

"Orange juice."

"You still have a conscience." Wujo Satoru gave up his frustration for a second, and took the drink happily.

"Now tell me," you said, looking at him, "I bought you not only a meal, but a drink."

"You still have the face to mention it?!" Gojo Wutiao clicked his tongue, and laughed again in a blink of an eye, "I said, did you remember wrongly, I only said that I asked you to invite me to dinner, but if I didn't agree, I must tell you."

you:"……"

"Hahahahaha!"

Gojo Satoru looked at you who were speechless, and happily opened the soda, "I'll accept the drink~!"

You sighed: "I'm sorry, I have to confess one thing. In fact, the soda I bought for you is curry-flavored soda, not orange juice. It's super nasty, and you'll definitely have diarrhea if you drink it."

Gojo Satoru who just opened the jar: "..."

Unbelievingly, he brought the jar to the tip of his nose and sniffed it: "It's orange juice."

"Then I took it by mistake, did I give that bottle to Xia Youjie?" You blinked.

"! You are too bad!" Gojo Satoru jumped up from the chair, Xia Youjie had already drank most of his drink, and he hurriedly asked, "Jie, are you okay? Why don't you throw away such a nasty thing?"

Xia Youjie squeezed the drink slightly harder with his fingers, and the water droplets from the iced drink oozed out of the bottle, making his fingertips turn white from the cold. He stared blankly at Wujo Wujo, who was anxious, and forgot to react for a while.

You tilted your head and shook the drink in your hand: "Don't be nervous, actually I remembered wrongly, this bottle of mine is curry flavored."

You are lying, the drinks you and Xia Youjie drink are both curry-flavored, and there is only a slight difference in the packaging from orange juice. Even if Xia Youjie didn't pay attention, he will definitely notice it after drinking it.

But he not only drank most of it, but also followed your words: "They said they took it wrong, Wu, you don't have to be nervous."

"Really?" Gojo Satoru looked at him suspiciously, and he smiled back.

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned his head, and rubbed your head angrily, "You are not allowed to make such jokes in the future."

"Then do what you promised me." You remind him to remember to tell you the list.

"That's all you want to know?" Gojo Wu put his hands on your shoulders and turned to Xia Youjie and said, "Jie, I want to whisper to this kid for a while."

"Okay, then I'll go back first." Xia Youjie waved his hand.

After he left, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face disappeared: "Did you really give him orange juice?"

You raised your eyebrows slightly, Gojo Gojo lowered his face, "I'm not stupid, that's obviously the smell of curry-flavored soda... What do you know?"

"I don't know anything."

Gojo Satoru looked at you with dissatisfaction, and you stood still. After a long time, he turned his attention to the plate of hellish spicy curry that Xia Youjie had almost finished eating.

"Well, you help me figure out what's going on with Jie, and I'll tell you who the angel of death is."

"I want everything you see on the list."

"..." Gojo Satoru was silent.

"Then you can check it yourself." You got up.

"All right, all right, I promise you!" Gojo Satoru hurriedly said, "You'll come back to school with me tonight, it's best to find out the matter early."

"Why don't you ask yourself?" you ask him.

"If it is something that can be told to me, he will definitely say it." Gojo Satoru said, "Things that cannot be said... I don't care about him! Why are you asking so much!"

"I care about you too." You said to Gojo Satoru.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He turned his head and gave a heavy "cut", "Let's go, accompany me to the cake shop."

He pulled you up, and you saw the light pink color on his ears, shining like cherry blossoms in the silver-white hair.

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Two days later, the Tokyo Conjuration High School.

You stumbled into the class of their next principal Ye Mo Zhengdao. After class, Ye Mo Zhengdao looked at you speechlessly: "Your foundation is too poor. How did the capital teach you..."

"I don't have a good memory." You spread your hands.

A middle-aged man came from the corridor and snorted coldly, "I don't think you have any memory at all!"

"I asked you to go back to school after completing the task. What are you doing in Tokyo?"

He dragged you aside angrily, Gojo Satoru leaned out from the classroom window, as if trying to chase him out, you shook your head at him.

"what is the problem?"

Noticing the interaction between you, the middle-aged man looked at you with an ugly face: "Didn't I tell you to stay away from Gojo Wu? What are you doing now? Have you made friends with him?"

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you:

A "Yes, we are friends now."

B "No, don't think too much about it."

C "It's none of your business."