Be a teacher at the high school of magic

There was silence on the other side of the phone, only the breathing of the two of them remained.

After a long silence, Gong Liangsheng realized something was wrong.

"Didn't you come to ask me to borrow money?" She asked hesitantly.

"No," said Ango Sakaguchi awkwardly, "it's another matter."

He switched hands, "Miss Sheng, I know that you are currently working at the High School of Conjuration. According to eyewitnesses, some... strange things have appeared in Yokohama recently. Since the accident happened in the wrong place, I hope your students will come Taking over this matter, for the sake of confidentiality, I still trust you more."

"How could it be wrong?" Gong Liangsheng asked suspiciously, "Beside the cemetery? Is that so?"

"This involves the change of the last mafia at the port," Ango Sakaguchi coughed and opened the public, "I have had some contact with the mafia here—"

Zhong Yuanzhong leaned impatiently on the sofa, waved his hand, and signaled him to skip these useless things and just focus on the important points.

"As the clerk of the Supernatural Secret Service Division, these matters are actually under our jurisdiction. I also trust the strength of Ms. Sheng and the students you have taught. So, I hope that you will not refuse after the official transfer order is issued," He said, "The accident took place in a remote fishing village in the corner of Yokohama. It was the hometown of the previous leader, and his remains were buried there."

Gong Liangsheng paused, she seemed to vaguely see another person sitting over there.

"Who else is there on your side?" she asked, "Your subordinates?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows.

"Chuya Nakahara, the cadre of the port mafia," he replied, "will meet the high school students sent during this mission to ensure their safety. Please rest assured, Miss Gongliang, your students will be safe. "

"Oh, Central Plains Zhongye," Gong Liangsheng repeated, "Your voice is very nice."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Before he could react, Gong Liangsheng laughed.

"Just kidding, don't be nervous," she said relaxedly, "Send me the relevant information and informant information first, and I will give you a list of tasks later, how about it?"

This is agreed.

"Okay," Sakaguchi Ango breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "I will send you the email, Miss Sheng."

"Well, in terms of salary, it should be a little higher," Gong Liangsheng reminded, "according to the usual standards of conjurers, no less."

"Since it's an official order, it's a payment from the official," Sakaguchi Ango replied, "There's no problem with that."

"Then I'm fine, let's hang up," Gong Liangsheng said, and then picked up Fu Heihui who was silently standing in front of the glass door, waiting for her to enter, "See you next time, Mr. Anwu?"

Hanging up the phone with one hand, she turned upside down, the heavy weight in her arms made Gong Liangsheng obviously fatter than before, "Hui, are you heavier?"

Seeing the blushing face of the boy in his arms, Gong Liangsheng laughed.

"I have eaten well recently, right?" Regardless of Hui who was struggling to get down, she reached out and rubbed Fu Heihui's head, "Eat more food, exercise more, and then you can grow taller."

Then he put Kei down, and picked up Tsumiki who was on the side.

"It's also a little bit more important—" She poked Tsu Miki's face with a smile, "Go back tonight, do you want an extra meal? Everyone, how about going back to eat hot pot?"

Gojo Satoru had already started reporting the ingredients he wanted to buy, and Jiarui Nizi opened the take-out software and ordered the drinks that go with the barbecue.

"I don't care," Fuheshier said, "it's fine, anyway, I will definitely go."

He pulled Hui Pa, who was standing aside, to his side, and rubbed his head as well.

Then Hui pushed his big hand away forcefully.

"Okay!" Hui Yuanxiong interrupted after pushing the door open, "Will Senior Xia You come?"

He looked at Xia Youjie who was suddenly named with bright eyes, and Jianren Qihai, who came in behind him and closed the door helplessly, found a place to sit down first.

"Where's Qihai?" Gong Liangsheng looked at him.

"I can do anything," Jianren Qihai said calmly, and handed her the things in his hand, "Teacher, what you want."

"Thank you, Qihai," Gong Liangsheng put the things into his pocket, "Then come together. Jie also come together."

**

Because it was too cold to fly back, they decided to take the subway, which is an environmentally friendly, energy-saving, safe and comfortable rail vehicle.

Gong Liangsheng led the two children on the left and the right to walk in front, Fu Heisher followed slowly behind her, and at the end was a bunch of laughing, non-formal students.

"Hey, Qihai," Wujo Satoru asked curiously, hanging on his junior's shoulder, "So what did the teacher entrust you with?"

"It's cake," Gong Liangsheng replied without turning his head, "He hasn't seen it, and he doesn't know. Instead of asking him, why not ask me."

"Cake?" Jia Ruozi was stunned, "Whose birthday is it today? I remember the teacher's birthday is in November...? Last month?"

"Ah, yes," Gong Liangsheng swiped his card casually and walked through the station, leading the child inside, "It's Hui's birthday. His birthday is today."

So she ordered the cake a few months in advance, but that guy Tian Yuan adjusted the time flow... Fortunately, she asked Qi Hai to help fetch the cake a few months ago.

"Oh..." Gojo Gojo nodded thoughtfully, "So I have cake to eat today!"

Whimer gave her a silent look.

Birthday?Is it for his birthday?

He can't even remember the last time he celebrated his birthday...

Probably when he was not born, anyway, since he can remember, no one has celebrated his birthday except Tsumiji.

"Yeah," just waiting for the bus, Gong Liangsheng knelt down and looked at him, "Hasn't Hui ever had a birthday before?"

"I saved pocket money and bought cakes for Hui," Tsumiji raised her hand and shook it, "then it seems...it's gone."

Everyone cast their eyes of condemnation on Fu Heisher.

"No," he said indifferently, "I don't have anyone to celebrate my birthday myself, who would think of celebrating this kid's birthday?"

"Oh, whatever you want," Gong Liangsheng shrugged, "Anyway, I'll celebrate Hui's birthday in the future."

She added, "It's not impossible for you to pass..."

"Tch, who wants to have a birthday!" Fu Heisher said disgustedly, "No."

"Then it's Teacher's Day," Gojo Satoru jumped out from the side, "Is Teacher's Day off—"

"Don't let it go," Gong Liangsheng said expressionlessly, "It's absolutely impossible to go to work three times and take four days off. Don't even think about the teacher's birthday holiday, the students' birthday holiday, and then give you time to play arcade games, Gojo Satoru. impossible."

"That's too boring—"

**

Leading Hui and Jin Meiji to squeeze on the subway, Gong Liangsheng managed to find two seats for the child to sit down, but suddenly smelled a strange smell.

It was a rotten smell, the smell of swollen weeds and silt, mixed with a strange mixture of fishy and nauseating fermented smells.

She subconsciously followed the source of the smell, passing through the sea of ​​people, a white-haired, blue-eyed boy with stitched scars looked at her with interest, as if he was evaluating her weight.

She frowned.

"Shier, take care of the two children," Gong Liangsheng casually pulled Fu Heisher who was dazed aside, and pulled him to the side of the children, "Wu, Jie, Nitzi, take care of your juniors. Then Something seems to be going wrong."

Without waiting for a few people to react, she pushed aside the crowded crowd, nimbly walked through the middle, and rushed to the source of the smell that was continuously emitting.

Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie looked at each other.

"Want to follow, Wu?" Xia Youjie asked.

Gojo Satoru put on the sunglasses he bought later, "Of course. Who doesn't want to watch the excitement?"

"I'll go too," said Jia Ruozi, "It's enough to take care of Hui and the others, Nanami and Huiyuan."

They discussed so vigorously that they completely forgot about Fuheshier standing beside them.

"It's not your turn yet," Fuheshier said, and violently dragged Gojo Satoru, who was struggling and shouting "I'm going, I'm going", "I'll leave it to you guys first, watch it, I'll follow to see It depends."

He patted Xia Youjie on the shoulder, "Something went wrong, I'm here to see you."

Faster, faster, faster...

The ominous premonition became more and more obvious, and the closer she got to the source, the more obvious her discomfort became.

Panting, he pushed open the door and looked at the brightly lit carriage, but there was no one left who was originally full of people.

Only the white-haired child was left in that carriage. He stretched out his slender fingers, manipulating something like threading a bridge, up and down, having a great time playing, and the scar on his face followed him. The expression further cracked and rotted, revealing the dark cracks inside.

And the smell that made her feel sick from the depths of her soul was getting worse and spreading to farther corners.

Enduring the discomfort, she asked in a deep voice, "Where are the people in the same carriage as you?"

As soon as the voice fell, those figures spread out from the child's palm like smoke, struggling and roaring, and finally turned into a solid sphere and fell silent.

Gong Liangsheng closed his eyes, and drew out the sword at his waist.

"Let those people go," she said. "This is my final warning to you and that thing behind you, Ma'am."

"Who are you?" The child looked at her with pure eyes, but his hands were like playing with building blocks, kneading the souls of other people, "Is it a magician? But, that's useless. I am the gathering evil, why should I listen to you?"

He casually crushed the solid sphere, showing a naive yet cruel smile.

After activating the ability, Gong Liangsheng clearly saw that behind the real person, on the seat that he had intentionally or unintentionally covered, was an unknown thing, wriggling and clamoring, guiding the real person's every move.

It looks a bit like a hot pot brain flower, but it's much uglier than that.

Gong Liangsheng sighed.

"This is an ultimatum," she repeated. "I know you are capable of restoration. Restore them, or I get rid of you and find someone to restore them."

And at this moment, Fu Heisher opened the door of the carriage.

"What happened?" he asked.

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