Matou Shinji Returns from Infinite

But in Misaya's view, this is just a good manifestation of self-management.

A long time ago, magicians had to plan even their living habits, so as to correspond to the mysterious system they exercised and strengthen the connection with mystery.

Compared with those real magicians.

She thinks she is still very far from it.

"What's scheduled for today?"

Go downstairs to the restaurant.

Meisha asked indifferently while enjoying her breakfast without raising her head.

The maid waiting at the side replied blankly:

"There will be a lecture by the honorary professor of [Botany] in one hour."

"Cross it out. I thought it was somewhat famous, but the sharpness of the tongue of the politicians on the thighs who are still clinging to those antiques has made my ears callus."

"At ten o'clock in the morning, the materials required for the black magic training course have been delivered to the warehouse, and we can start No. 30's seven fusion experiments of spirits and evil spirits."

"Strike out, although I understand the difficulty of this experiment, but listening to it makes me feel like an idiot, a rare Sunday, I don't want to go to school tomorrow with a bad face, it will ruin my interpersonal relationship at school. "

"...you don't seem to have any friends."

Ding.

A fork is nailed through a slice of bread to a china plate.

Misaya raised her head expressionlessly and glanced at the maid.

"What's your number?"

"number 1598."

"Let No. 1599 come over now, and you can be laid off."

"Yes."

The maid backed away without complaint.

Not even the slightest change in eyes or expressions.

The maids living in this hall are all artificial.

The so-called laid-off is actually throwing people into the recycling bin.

No one will criticize Misaya, because the artificial man is not even a "creation", at best it is a bunch of spiritual information, the kind that will not bleed after cutting off the head. Create a new one, a lot of magicians do things like this.

After breakfast, Misaya picked up the black coat draped over the back of the chair and left the house.

A rare Sunday.

Even she doesn't spend every second on self-improvement.

The more you study, the more you can feel the existence of the limit.

The so-called genius is just approaching the limit faster than humans.

There may be different explanations in other places, but in this world—this city, only this kind of rhetoric is applicable.

The inner city where she lives has no downtown.

Walking on the sidewalk, I rarely see people.

The flowers and grass on both sides are patchwork, and you can see the blue sky when you look up.

If you walk across the grass to the edge of the guardrail, look underground.

You will see a large area of ​​modern buildings.

There is the outer city.

The inner city was built on top of the outer city.

Just like the 12 yuan floating board, they are arranged in the sky above the outer city according to the numbers of the clock.

man of heaven.

underground people.

That's how it's distinguished.

"Good morning, Miss Linglong Pavilion."

It wasn't until she was accosted (greeting) that Misaya realized that she had come to a public area.

The floating plates of the inner city are not too big or small, almost equivalent to a district in Tokyo, and each plate corresponds to a department of the clock tower. In a sense, this is also a move to divide the territory.

The person who greeted her was the lord here—a certain lecturer of [Botany].

What it was called, Mei Saye couldn't remember clearly.

Although she maintains a perfect appearance, it will arouse the great affection of women in the outside world, but to her, she is just a wild dog that wants to pounce on her own flesh and blood.

In this underwater city sunk between imaginary numbers and reality.

Appearance is the most untrustworthy thing.

There is no need to pay attention to it.

Because as long as you are a spiritual hacker, you can change your appearance at will.

Misaya as a spiritual hacker.

As a magician of the new era, he is undoubtedly excellent.

Her body contains the essence of two eras, and it is rare to combine them to form her own unique style.

On the other hand, it is also interesting to talk about the fact that such an excellent woman has not tampered with her appearance.

Both beauty and talent.

Coupled with the achievements and resources accumulated in the past.

It is completely normal that it will become a sweet pastry in the eyes of wild dogs.

But even so.

Misaya didn't even think about being considerate of them.

Seemingly comfortable and beautiful, there are too many people like her gathered in the inner city like a hometown outside the world.

Resources are limited.

The strong go up, the weak go down.

If you are not careful, you will be eaten up.

"I heard that there is a lecture by Yumina's honorary lecturer today."

Misaya was glad to have asked the maid about today's schedule, otherwise it would have been more troublesome to get out.

Although it is a drooling dog, as the owner of the Linglong Pavilion, the leader of the younger generation, and the future ruling class, he can't just kick him with a blank face...at least not yet.

"Uh, that's right. I didn't expect Miss Linglong Pavilion to be interested in the lecturer of Jiuyuan Temple."

The man's face was a little strange.

Kuonji Temple?

"Wait, is Alice Kuonji's lecture today?"

Misaya frowned.

His eyes also became sharper.

Make men feel scalp numb.

He even started to regret approaching him for a conversation.

Kuon Temple.

Linglong Pavilion.

These two surnames are very famous in [Botany].

Because they represent two people respectively.

One is from a prestigious family.

One is a rising star.

The latter refers to Misaya.

And the former... Normally speaking, she is the target of Misaya's pursuit.

However, for some reason, the relationship between the two peers who were supposed to be able to get along was very bad.

If it is so bad that another name is mentioned in front of the person involved, it is likely to turn into a troublesome matter that is more stomach-ache than a political struggle.

In order not to be involved.

The man hastily dropped a sentence:

"I suddenly remembered that I forgot to bring something, so I will leave first."

"..."

Mei Saya looked coldly at the man who was walking away.

Although she achieved the goal of driving away the wild dogs, she somehow felt like shooting herself in the foot with a rock.

But then again.

Today's class starts at Kuonji, isn't it?

Misaya turned her eyes and looked at the building complex standing hundreds of meters away that could not be blocked by the trees.

He looked a little hesitant.

Go ahead, feel a little ashamed.

But she was more curious about what that person would say.

Unlike most honorary lecturers who climbed up by their political achievements, that person was dragged in by the monarch students of [Botanical Science], and was shamelessly forced to give him a title in order to rely on her to attract new students.

I have to say that although this approach is a bit rogue, the effect is outstanding.