Special A-level danger warning

After the team competition, the individual competition could not be held because of an accident at the Tokyo Conjuration Academy.

It was a message from the principal of the Tokyo school, Nobuga Masamichi.

The curse masters headed by Xia Youjie broke into the High School of Curse Art to openly provoke, claiming that on Christmas Eve, they will drive all levels of curses to launch the Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts.

The time is at sunset on December 12, and the venue is set in Shinjuku, Tokyo, the cauldron of the curse, and Kyoto, the holy land of spells.

This statement made Feng Xinzhi slightly glance sideways at Gojo Satoru who had no expression on his face.

Isn't Xia Youjie the curse master who attacked him before?

At that time, he and Mr. Zhongyuan left directly, and handed Xiayou to Gojo Satoru to deal with.But according to Principal Ye Moth's statement, this obviously doesn't match what he knows.

Well, it was probably Principal Noctua who helped cover it up.

Gojo Satoru naturally knew this.

He was the one who quietly brought Xia Youjie into the Conjuration College, and the curse master sneaked into the College at this time probably to save Jie, and let me know that they will hold a ghost tour on Christmas Eve.

Thinking that he would be sanctioned by the righteous way of Noctua Moth after returning home, Gojo Satoru began to feel guilty.

After all, he didn't kill Xia Youjie immediately, but hid him in the High School of Conjuration.

Hey, it's a good thing he knows Jie well and knows that he won't attack the new generation of conjurers, that is, students, otherwise he really wouldn't dare to bring Jie into the college.

The thing to think about now should be how to escape the explosive hammer of Noctumas Righteous Path.

Gojo Satoru pondered.

……

The students of the two schools who heard the news looked at each other, feeling that the next day's individual competition would be cancelled.

After all, Tokyo and Kyoto are the centers of the magic world, and the location of the two high schools of magic, their importance is self-evident.

Compared with the possibility of these two places being captured, their exchange meeting is nothing to mention.

However, unexpectedly, the final agreed result of the discussion by the school was to cancel the individual competition and change it to handball.

This suggestion came from a certain Wujo teacher.

The Tokyo school and the students of the Tokyo school stared at the rules handwritten by Gojo Satoru, and there was a line full of malicious comments.

"La la la~ Since handball was originally designed to reflect the characteristics of women, everyone must show a feminine temperament~ (Compare heart)"

Everyone was silent.

"...Do you support retirement now?"

"Is it okay to sack someone?"

"Why do you continue to play at this time..."

In the face of the whispers of the students, Gojo Satoru turned a deaf ear and put on an expression that he didn't want to be beaten at all.

Yay, handball is such an interesting activity, it would be great to meet the sanction of Noctuid Moth after making him happy, even if it is a head-to-head match.

He smiled and showed great love to everyone, without paying any attention to those students in the Kyoto school who didn't know his bad character.

Kamo Kenji, who is also one of the three imperial families, deeply reflected on himself. He had always heard that Gojo Satoru had a bad personality, but he never expected it to be such a unique and bad behavior.

Everyone in the Tokyo campus choked for a while and got used to it. After all, it was Gojo Satoru who made this suggestion.

As long as it is Gojo Satoru, there is nothing to be surprised about.

Compared with Feng Xinzhi's indifferent state, Dongtang Aoi's reaction was bigger.

Dongtang strode forward, put his hands on Feng Xinzhi's shoulders with a slightly numb expression, and affirmed loudly.

"Come on, Zhizhi! Even if you want to play the game with a delicate atmosphere, I will not admit defeat!"

Feng Xinzhi, who seems to be experiencing social life: ...

No, he can't.

Just play normally, what kind of delicate breath do you want?

With his top-notch scene simulation skills, the image of Todo Aoi playing handball in a girly and cute pose immediately popped into his mind.

Feng Xinzhi couldn't help but let go of his eyes, feeling that he had been mentally injured by a critical blow.

It was too scary, he couldn't stand such Todo Aoi at all.

After waiting for Dongtang Aoi to leave full of fighting spirit, Yi Guyouta beside him rubbed his chin and pondered for a while, probably not understanding, then poked Feng Xinzhi and asked.

"Handball is used to show femininity, but how?"

Feng Xinzhi: ...

Feng Xinzhi looked back with a puzzled look of why do you think I know about such things, causing Yi Gu Youtai and him to look at each other in dismay.

"...Would you like to ask Satoko?"

Yi Guyoutai, who was watched silently by Feng Xinzhi's iris-colored eyes, became inexplicably nervous, and put forward this unreliable suggestion in a weak tone.

However, what is even more suffocating is that there are no girls among the students in the Tokyo school, that is to say, except for Lixiang, they have no object to question.

Thinking of his own definition of Qiben Lixiang being tall and delicate, Feng Xinzhi rejected Yi Gu's proposal, and he picked up his phone and started searching for entries.

Rather than accepting Li Xiang's suggestion, it should be more reliable online.

……

After a while, he put away his cell phone and decided to abstain with a blank expression.

Of course, based on the fact that no one from the two schools should abandon the competition, it is not good for him to withdraw directly, but maybe he should wear a pair of goggles to protect his eyes during the competition?

...Ah, as expected it was Gojo Satoru's fault.

……

Feng Xinzhi, who returned to the room, saw Kyogoku Natsuhiko who was obediently sitting on a chair and flipping through the books he brought to Kyoto.

After bringing people back yesterday, Feng Xinzhi didn't have the habit of abusing the elderly. After receiving the guarantee that he would not escape for the time being and would not cause trouble, he took Jingji Xiayan's dislocated limbs back.

Although it is true that the death of a sorcerer is not a pity, you can't let people stay paralyzed on the ground and can't move. Let's be an old fairy who doesn't eat fireworks.

Even from a certain point of view, Kyogoku Natsuhiko is more like a learned old wise man than a magic stick.

Mr. Magician, who had been quiet all day without causing any trouble, took the food that Feng Xinzhi had brought back, and ate without saying a word, feeling inexplicably honest and deceitful.

"Installed."

In my mind, a slightly mocking voice came from the "Study Building Hanging Hall".

Without him reminding, Feng Xinzhi naturally knew this.

This is a sorcerer who is used to disregarding human life, how could he become honest just because he was caught.

"I should be returning to Tokyo tomorrow. I don't care if I take you or let you go."

After all, they achieved "bondage".

As long as Kyogoku Natsuhiko stops making trouble, he promises to listen to the other party talk about his ideas.

Because, he really didn't want to have another "Heavenly Demon" and Kyogoku Natsuhiko on him.

Regarding this, he seemed to sense the subtle displeasure of the sorcerer residing in his mind.

Probably I came first, so why are you talking about ideas and the like.

Feng Xinzhi didn't understand and it didn't seem to matter, so he ignored it.

Kyogoku Xia Yan, who was eating, raised his eyes slightly, staring at Feng Xinzhi who was looking at him with his hazy eyes, and then slowly revealed a smile of unknown meaning.

"It's okay, I can go with you for a while before leaving, and maybe I will pay a visit later."

Feng Xinzhi looked at him coldly.

Yokohama Port Mafia Headquarters, are you sure you want to come?

Kyogoku Natsuhiko, who doesn't know where the so-called door is, is satisfied with the current situation.

Although he is restricted by that "restraint", once he imparts his ideas, another more powerful sorcerer will appear.

Temporary forbearance is not a problem at all.

It can be seen that Feng Xinzhi, who is thinking of Jingji Xiayan, does not intend to pay any attention to this guy at all. To be honest, having one in his mind is already annoying enough.

For example, the Kyogoku Natsuhiko in the "Study Building Hanging Hall" is now rambling on analyzing various deceitful schemes to avoid "shackles".

A face that doesn't want to see another person who is happy with himself.

He was used to Feng Xinzhi, so he naturally ignored it.

What he cares more about is tomorrow's handball match.

Although they know it's Gojo Satoru's bad taste, the students from the two schools should try their best to compete.

Because everyone wants to win.

……

Sure enough, the game was extremely eye-catching.

Seeing the girls' playing postures of the students, Gojo Satoru, who is the referee, laughed straight away, laughing hard without any teacher's morality, and almost rolled on the floor.

The students from the Tokyo school and the Kyoto school who were ridiculed indiscriminately had crosses on their foreheads. If it wasn't for the fact that Gojo Satoru was the strongest, they would have been sacked with sacks in that posture.

"Come on! Fight, childish!"

Dongtang Aoi didn't care, he ignored all the worldly eyes from the outside world, and hit a ball with a very elegant posture. The muscles on his chest glowed with bronze brightness when the light shone on him.

Feng Xinzhi, who was catching the ball in a normal posture, was expressionless and fell into the philosophical thinking of life.

He still couldn't let himself go like this after spending a whole night in ideological construction.

He conceded.

"No way, childish! Can't give up, come on!"

"Zi, the posture of catching the ball is not right~ It looks like me~~"

The voices of Dongtang Aoi and Gojo Satoru sounded together, but Feng Xinzhi didn't want to hear either one.

He silently glanced at the ball in his hand, then glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was teaching him how to catch the ball in a concave posture, posing like a girl.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

He hit the ball directly at Gojo Satoru, the referee.

In this way, he will be sent off. Forgive him for not being able to fly, so he can only cheer off the field.

However, he underestimated Wujo Wu's bottom line.

As if he wanted to teach him how to play handball in the posture of a delicate girl, Gojo Satoru, who was the referee, went straight off the field to compete.

The teaching result of various concave postures is that the Tokyo school and the Tokyo school are completely chaotic, and the scene of the normal game immediately turned into a big chaos.

Feng Xinzhi stared blankly at Wujo Wu, who was extremely self-indulgent but completely unconcealed, and felt that he would never be able to reach the other party's realm in his entire life.

"If you want to hit like this~ hit like this~ oh~ you can do it like this~~"

Wujo's endlessly comprehensible voice poured into his ears like a magic voice, mercilessly destroying Feng Xinzhi's sense of hearing.

However, Aoi Todo made the situation even worse, interacting with Gojo Satoru in the same distorted posture, leaving no room for other people to play their roles at all.

Others: Thanks, but don't want to play a role.

The final result is that both parties violated the rules at the same time and can only end in a draw, but it is definitely lucky for more normal people.

Seeing Aoi Todo who bid farewell tearfully and said that he would meet Yokohama soon, Feng Xinzhi embarked on the way back to the Tokyo Conjuration College without looking back, leaving the other party with a cold and ruthless back.

Aoi Todo had tears in his eyes, his lips moved, and his eyes were full of anticipation for his trip to Yokohama two days later.

The author has something to say: Feng Xinzhi (choking): ………

Osamu Dazai (touch): Don't be afraid, Papa will protect you.

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It’s too silly, this is actually something I wrote (the hand that lights the cigarette trembles slightly)