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Chapter 944 Although it's not a Christmas chapter today, I'm going to write some Christmas

Although a fight broke out and caused a great commotion, the outcome was never in doubt.

Maki seemed to be really angry, and she opened all eight gates. In order not to damage the activity room, Fang Wuwei grabbed the two of them and jumped out of the window and flew downstairs. Immediately afterwards, several muffled sounds came from the open space downstairs.

A minute later, Fang Wuwei grabbed the two of them by the back of their collars and flew back up. Maki was exhausted and dejected. Her Eight Gates Formation had been destroyed, but she was not injured. She was just sulking with her arms crossed. After breaking free from Fang Wuwei's grasp, she sat on the ground, pouting as she put everything back on the table. She refused to move anything down the table and pushed all the tea and snacks that Fang Wuwei had brought over under the table. She was very stubborn.

Yuta was completely exhausted, hanging his head and half-dead. Fang Wuwei casually put him on the ground, then reached out and stretched him out of his body to take back his ticket.

"...Let's spend Christmas together..."

Yuta hadn't given up yet. He lay on the ground muttering to himself, then suddenly stood up, dusted himself off, and looked at Fang Wuwei with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

He knew he couldn't interfere. Even if he locked down Fang Wuwei's side, if Zhang Ye got the news and found out that Fang Wuwei had made plans for Christmas early on but was stopped by his brother, Zhang Ye would definitely get angry with him.

That's still considered good; what if Zhangye got angry and called her mother to tell her about it...?

Wow~ He'll be in for a rough time when his parents come back for the New Year. Mrs. Togashi is the head of Fang Wuwei and Zhang Ye's relationship, the most powerful one. He can only be scolded like a son in front of her, literally.

Fang Wuwei remained silent, looked at the ticket in his hand, then at the lifeless Yuta and the others, and sighed softly.

"Okay, okay..."

As he spoke, Fang Wuwei tore the ticket in his hand to shreds and casually threw it outside. Suddenly, it burst into flames and instantly burned the ticket to ashes, which then dissipated in the wind.

Yuta immediately stood up, staring at Fang Wuwei's action with disbelief, his brain unable to process it for a moment.

"But we can't leave Zhangye alone at home this year. Last year, your mother and Mengye were still here. If we don't take her this year, she'll really be all alone at home."

"Well... it doesn't have to be torn up, does it? Can't we just return it? That would be such a waste."

"...It's possible, but I'm not short of money, so whatever."

Fang Wuwei certainly had the confidence to say that, given his ability to obtain unlimited amounts of the world's currency from the logistics department.

Upon hearing this, Yuta instinctively wanted to argue, but then he remembered what Fang Wuwei was doing and swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Fang Wuwei shrugged and returned to his seat, ready to crawl back into the kotatsu. But when he looked down, the snacks he had brought were pushed next to his butt, and the table in front of him was once again covered with Maki's homework.

Fang Wuwei: ......

Okay, I admit it was my fault just now.

"Don't just talk about me. Don't you want to go on a date with Rikka? We're going to spend Christmas with everyone."

After quietly clearing away the snacks, Fang Wuwei, holding a cup of tea, turned to ask Yuta about his plans.

Upon hearing this, Rikka blushed and waved to Yuta almost simultaneously.

"We'll...we'll talk about it later, there's still a week or two left..."

"Hmph... You go out on a date yourself, but won't let me bring Zhang Ye along..."

Yuta's face immediately darkened.

"That's different!"

"How is it different? Just because she's your sister?"

"Isn't this enough?!"

"Double standards are no good, you great Dark Flame Master... Alright, I'm not arguing with you anymore... Why aren't those two finished fighting yet?"

As he spoke, Fang Wuwei turned his gaze to another corner of the activity room and looked at Tuo Shou and Dan Sheng Gu not far away.

The three of them had already finished one round of fighting, while the other two were still locked in combat. At this moment, Tokumori was pressing down on Dansuke, one hand grabbing Dansuke's chest and the other hand pressing down on her head, pinning her firmly to the ground. Meanwhile, Dansuke was pulling Tokumori's hair with one hand and grabbing her hand that was pressing down on her head with the other, preventing her from escaping.

Neither side can make any move, and neither is willing to give in, so they're stuck in a stalemate.

"Be careful, don't kiss like you did last year."

"Um?!"

"Huh?! You want a beating?!"

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Christmas has arrived as scheduled, and the streets and alleys are decorated with colorful lights and ornaments. Red and green wreaths and cute Santa Claus stickers, mixed with the cold winter, create a warm and lively atmosphere that belongs to this holiday.

Although there is no holiday for Christmas, the school was filled with the Christmas spirit because the next day was the weekend. Classes were still in session, but not many students were still focused on the lessons.

Everyone is eagerly awaiting the end of school. Those with partners are thinking about where to go on a date, while those without partners but with friends are wondering whether to play games or go out tonight. Those without partners or friends... are currently thinking about what to eat tonight and if there are any games or activities they can participate in.

So as soon as school was over, everyone ran out in a flash. Yuta and the others also went home after a short gathering, tidied themselves up, and agreed to meet in front of the Dekomori house.

However, something went wrong when it was time to gather.

"What? What do you mean by 'cannot find empty macro'?"

Yuta looked at the crowd that had gathered. He had come with Rokka Shichimiya, but when he arrived at the scene, he saw that Maki, Niyuya, Dekomori, and Kumino-senpai were all there, except for that bastard Fang Wuwei.

At that moment, a deep sense of unease welled up in Yuta's heart.

"Uh... I can't get in touch with him. He keeps calling but doesn't answer."

Dansheng Valley looked at the call log on her phone and said this. Although she tried to sound worried, the excitement in her eyes, which she couldn't suppress and that sparkled with gossip, really betrayed her.

“I’ve asked around, and my master hasn’t gone out. He’s still in this world; he just doesn’t want to answer the phone.”

Maki Ikeuchi also looked at the chat content with Fang Wuyou on the system panel and shook her head slightly.

If it were just a simple disappearance, Yuuta would never be worried, but the problem is...

"Where's Camphor Leaf Sauce? Didn't we say we'd bring her along too?"

Senior Fennel looked behind Yuuta and found it empty. They had agreed to bring Camphor Leaf, but why was only Yuuta there?

In that instant, Yuta's face turned deathly pale. He looked up at the sky... They had gathered very late, and it was completely dark. The city's neon lights painted the sky a soft purplish-red, and combined with the festive atmosphere, the night view must have been beautiful...

"Holy crap..."

"what?"

Shichimiya and Rikka, who were standing to the side, seemed to have remembered something as well. They scratched their heads, a little excited and a little embarrassed.

"Oh, when we came here together, halfway there, Zhangye said she forgot her little bag that she always carries, so she went back to get it..."

"Her phone is still inside, so we definitely have to go back. Since there were three of us here together, Zhangye-chan said we didn't need to wait for her, she'd catch up right away..."

"Now it seems they definitely didn't go back..."

That's true.

At the same time, a hot air balloon slowly floated over the city. Inside the balloon's basket, Zhang Ye was gripping the railing, sticking her head out and looking down. She sighed softly at the world's starry, bright lights and countless homes, her joy and happiness impossible to hide.

"Ah~ it looks so good... but if my brother finds out, he'll definitely be furious."

"It's okay, he's going on a date with Rikka later."

Fang Wuwei walked over with a smile, gently rubbed Zhangye's head, reached out and stroked her hair, and combed it for her.

"But you're really bad, lying to Yuuta that you were going back to get something. You've become a bad person."

"What...didn't you tell me to find an excuse to leave...?"

Zhang Ye said this angrily, reaching out to grab Fang Wuwei's hand that was pressing on her head, but he took the opportunity to hold it, slowly lowered it, and placed it on the railing.

An indescribable, tender feeling was silently conveyed between their clasped hands. They didn't say anything, but simply huddled together, gazing at the beautiful scenery below, enjoying the unique romance and tranquility of this Christmas night.

"I heard from my brother that you tore up the ticket, didn't you? And then you bought a new one?"

"What? They didn't tear it at all from beginning to end."

Fang Wuwei chuckled and reached out to tap his right eye.

"His complete trust in someone with Sharingan is his problem."

"Phew...you're the really bad one."

"If I hadn't been a little bad, I wouldn't have been able to get you out of here."

Zhang Ye's hand was firmly held in Fang Wuwei's palm, gently rubbed, feeling the warmth and solidity of his palm enveloping her entire body. Looking at the dazzling scenery below, Zhang Ye felt an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart like never before.

"......Thanks."

Zhang Ye gently rested her head against Fang Wuwei, her voice soft yet clearly reaching his ears.

Fang Wuwei simply touched the ends of her hair lightly.

"Merry Chrismas."

In the corner of the gondola, the pilot, an older man, silently wrapped his coat tighter around himself, shrinking into an inconspicuous shadow. Gazing at the city lights in the distance, he sighed deeply and with a sense of vicissitude.

Young is so good.