Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Hey, wait, then, in that case, could this guy be--

"You just said that the name of you in your dream is similar to yours, so what is your name?" Wu also realized that he had asked the most appropriate question at the most appropriate time, but unfortunately some people would not look at the atmosphere.

"Report your own name when you ask someone else's name." At the moment when the girl swept away the atmosphere that Wu Ye had set off with confidence, Wu Ye firmly believed that she was too benevolent without losing her hand.

"Hey! Isn't it time to talk about this! Also, don't you recognize me in your dreams? Why don't you remember my name! Wait... Didn't you mean it?"

"Who would deliberately do such a boring thing!" After changing the image of the ladies before, the girl with her arms akimbo showed a coquettish face: "Hurry up, name."

"Tsk... Wu Ye." Smacking his lips, Wu didn't even know why he had to report his name obediently.

"What about the last name?"

"Kosaka."

"Taka, Saka? Sounds ordinary."

"Beat you asshole!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry," the girl who skillfully took out a pen and paper from the workshop asked casually while writing: "Wait a minute, I'll record it."

"Record?" Wu Ye frowned, puzzled: "What do you remember my name for?"

"Ah, you don't need to care about this kind of thing." The girl gave a big smile, pasted the note with her name on the doll she picked up, and she also grabbed a few huge nails. This thing is good. Familiar, it seems to be... a five-inch nail?

"Hey..." Wu Ye's eyes twitched a few times and said, "What is that?"

The girl who cautiously took the nail and aimed at the doll while looking for a place to start, waved her hand casually, and said, "Huh? You said this, it's a very ordinary doll spell. Make the doll in advance, just paste it. The name of the person to be cursed can then be used, which is very convenient."

"Um... wait a minute," Wu Ye pressed his forehead, and said in distress, "Didn't you just say that we are friends? In a dream."

"Oh, yes."

"What about in reality?"

"In reality," the girl replied earnestly after stopping the action in her hand for a few seconds, "it should be considered."

"Then have you seen a friend who cursed each other the first time we met?"

"Well...Oh, yes, my name is Yuko Yuko, please give me some advice." Smiling and hiding the doll behind her, the girl who claimed to be Yuko Yuko to the west had no intention of stopping, so she couldn't bear it. Wu also sprayed decisively.

"Don't change the subject! It's dangerous, you fellow, hand over the doll!"

The unexpected answer should have made Wu very excited, because he had a lot of questions to ask the owner of this name, but probably because he was still imagining it, he seemed to care more about the puppet question now.

"Bring me here!"

At this time, you can no longer care about any image. In a difficult situation, people will not consider any elegant or indecent problems. When all three-dimensional thoughts are linearized in two dimensions, there is only the simplest instinct in the end.

The action of hungry tiger rushing for food is not good at all, but what is even more annoying is that Wu still rushes for nothing.

It wasn't that he was too slow, but before he started, Yuko avoided it first. The opponent's ordinary or even weak human physique was absolutely impossible to be faster than himself, so there was only one reason to think.

The opponent didn't avoid it after seeing it, but had already anticipated his own actions, so he was ready three steps in advance.

Damn it, can this guy also read his mind?!

"Wow, it's dangerous, it's just a joke," Yuko waved her hands exaggeratedly, and Yuko generously threw the doll to Wuya, trying to emphasize her innocence: "Why would I curse you."

"..." Carefully catching the doll, Wu also decided not to believe anything from this guy, even if this guy has the same smile as You Yuko.

Chapter Four Friends

Ah, it smells so good.

Wu, who entered the city with the frame of Yuko Yuko to the west, raised his face, and the sunlight on his face revealed the heat of summer. Although no one said anything, he still felt a trace of shame for his behavior.

This is definitely a magical feeling for Wu Ye, who has almost lost his integrity, but what can he do.

Living alone in this unknown era, he has no choice but to rely on his instinct to trust the good Yuko for no reason.

Similarly, Yuko also admitted that he has a natural familiarity with him.

This guy really didn't have the ability to read the mind. The reason why she was able to avoid her own swoops was purely based on the sixth sense. According to her own words, it was an automatic movement made by the body before the brain thought.

"Hey, what are you doing there and want to be seen as a rare animal?"

"...Here's here, what are you urging."

The one who interrupted Wu Ye's thoughts was an annoying guy-the garden master of Yuko Yuko, the guy who was shot down by himself.

What Wu Ye never expected was that this guy's name was actually called Soul Demon Ji.

Yes, that's right, Wu Ye had to admit that after repeated confirmations, this guy is the same as the Soul Demon of his own time.

It seems that the old man didn't lie, he was as handsome as himself when he was young.

Looking over the unreasonably handsome face of Soul Demon Ji, Wu also naturally felt an uncomfortable moment, but he was relieved soon.

Anyway, this guy will definitely become that bad old man with Alzheimer's in the future, and he can't care about him.

Demon Ji, who led Wu Ye into the courtyard, suddenly felt a bit of cold, and when he turned around, he saw Wu Ye's three-point pity look hidden in his joke, which really made him difficult to understand.

Strongly enduring the discomfort in his heart, Yaoji kept his face without being rude, Jiang Wu also led into the tea room, Yuko had been waiting here for a long time.

"Master Yuko, the guest has been brought here."

"Thanks for your hard work, Demon Ji."

Yuko nodded, Yaoji knowingly retreated to the door of the tea room, closed his eyes, and sat upright like a statue, but his hand kept holding the Bailou Sword tightly.

No one would be happy to be so guarded, but Wu was already too lazy to care about it. He curled his lips and decided to ignore the existence of Demon Ji.

Wu, who sat directly opposite Yuko, also felt that these people were really troublesome to do things. They obviously came to this mansion together, but they had to go through a ceremonial cutscene to talk face to face like this.

"Welcome, Wu Ye."

"...I just call my name as soon as I come up, forget it, I don't mind anyway." Wei Wei was surprised at Yuko's familiarity, shouldn't Wu Ye think that such a noble-born woman should be more reserved?

"Unexpectedly, I thought that even monsters would not care about such a small section, so in the same way, you call me Yuko."

"I've said it, I'm not a monster... Ah, it's too troublesome to explain, you won't believe it anyway, you can think about it."

Even though he felt that no amount of explanation was too weak, Wu Ye's current situation was completely justified and unclear.

Unlike when he was in Gensokyo, he was a guy full of demons who said he was a human, and no one would believe it. It should be like this--

"That's it," Yuko nodded, without showing any doubt about Wu Ye: "No wonder you always give me a sense of disobedience, it turns out that you are not a monster at all."