Special A-level danger warning

Tokyo, High School of Magic.

"Ah! No way, I'm going to die! I'm going to die!!"

Gojo Satoru's deafening cry came from the principal's office, full of unyielding and tragic resistance from the evil forces on the opposite side.

"I'm going to die! It hurts so much!!"

What followed was Noctua Moth's ruthless and oppressive voice.

"It is an unforgivable crime to deceive the superior and conceal the inferior."

Feng Xinzhi, who was waiting in the corridor outside the principal's office, felt as if he was listening to a duo called the strongest who would eventually be punished.

He looked at the ceiling silently, and felt that the Conjuration College, from the principal, teacher to the students, was... unique.

Although Gojo Satoru, who is being hammered in the office behind him, is sometimes super bad, but other people and things are generally very good.

At least he approves.

But this does not include Gojo Satoru, who jumped up and down immediately after being taught a lesson by Noctua Moth.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest conjurer, is indeed invincible, but after all, Ye Mo Zhengdao was his former homeroom teacher, so fighting back is definitely impossible.

If you did something wrong, you can only apologize.

Gojo Satoru, who rushed out of the principal's office with a bag on his head, quickly grabbed Feng Xinzhi and started teleporting to evacuate quickly.

Feng Xinzhi, who was forcibly dragged away, could still hear the faint curses of Noctuma Zhengdao.

"Little bastard! I won't have a long memory and hit you once when I see you next time!"

After experiencing the teleportation brought by a wave of no-lower-limit spells, Feng Xinzhi looked at Gojo Satoru who suddenly became fragile in front of him, as if he had been greatly hurt, and his heart was full of various slots.

Before he could open his mouth, Gojo Satoru, who had shown a sluggish look just now, immediately changed into a hateful expression of "Yeah, I finally escaped from the clutches of all evil" and "Hehe, I tricked you into it".

Feng Xinzhi: ...

Feng Xinzhi, who was quite patient, resisted the urge to show disgust in his eyes, and looked away expressionlessly.

But someone is still rambling.

"Damn it, if it wasn't for being unable to fight back, I wouldn't have been beaten all over my head!"

"Ah, Zhizhi must have been worried about me just now, teacher, I am so relieved!"

Gojo Satoru not only said, but also held his heart and put on a shy posture of a girl, giving people a double blow both auditory and visual.

Feng Xinzhi took a breath, and lost the idea of ​​​​refusing for a moment.

There is no need to fight with elementary school students, he will lose if he is serious.

Gojo Satoru, who consciously saw Feng Xinzhi's silent connivance(?) to him, immediately started chattering in Feng Xinzhi's ear with a smile.

It's just too high.

A proud look of "I'm alive" and "No one can sanction me anymore".

Feng Xinzhi laughed inexplicably.

The character is really bad, not worthy of respect, but unexpectedly people can trust.

"You laughed! You laughed out loud!"

Gojo Satoru moved closer, not at all disobedient, but with a sly smile on his face.

"So the previous handball thing has been written off, and I can't be angry because of this anymore!"

Feng Xinzhi, who felt that there was something in his words, cautiously did not answer, but Gojo Satoru unilaterally agreed.

"Well~ You heard it just now, Principal Moth is really too violent!"

As if he didn't want Feng Xinzhi to delve into the previous topic, Gojo Satoru immediately changed the subject, trying to use his miserable end to accuse the other party of his hateful behavior.

But it was indeed his fault, he did not deny it.

Feng Xinzhi glanced at him lightly, unmoved: "So you did bring that curser into the school."

Gojo Satoru seemed a little guilty because he had been exposed, he swayed from side to side, and then retorted in a low voice.

"However, he is also a close friend of my classmate for three years. At least give me a little time to mentally build up before killing him."

A creature like a best friend is really embarrassing in this situation.

However, what is certain is that he will end Xia Youjie's life in the end.

It was not easy for him to interrupt this topic, so Feng Xinzhi stopped talking, but Gojo Wu didn't think so.

His voice was a little soft, and there were some tentative questions hidden under his casual tone.

"What would you do if your best friend became evil and murdered innocent people?"

Don't necessarily want an answer, just want to know.

This kind of question is not suitable for asking Maki and others, because he knows that even if he hesitates, they will eventually come up with the same answer as him.

However, Feng Xinzhi is different.

He saw some kind of uncertainty in the camp in Zhizhi.

It seems that as long as there is enough weight, there is not much difference between a conjurer and a curser to him.

"...How do you want me to answer?" Feng Xinzhi tilted his head to look at Wujo Wu, with a calm voice, "You don't need to ask other people's opinions for such a purely personal question."

To kill or not to kill, what does it matter to others?

If you just want to find an answer that is different from your own conclusion, it doesn't make much sense.

Wutiao Wutiao, who had been serious for a while, babbled for a while, as if he was thinking about this problem seriously, but after a while, his true colors were revealed.

"Say it~ come on~ I can bear it!"

Feng Xinzhi, who couldn't dissuade Gojo Wu with a cold face: ...

With some helplessness, he extended his gaze and looked at the distant sky, the light and shadow of the sky reflected in his kite-colored eyes.

He thought about it seriously.

"A close friend betrayed?"

"Friends who were able to talk about everything suddenly broke up because of the accumulated sins. No matter how you look at it, it is a tragedy."

Just like the situation Dazai Osamu is in now.

With countless crimes and blood stained on his hands, once Mr. Oda or Mr. Ango appeared in sight, they would definitely draw their guns and be vigilant.

The feeling of being drawn at each other by a close friend is absolutely terrible.

"If it were me, if the other party is worth it, I don't mind going retrograde with him."

Don't mind being completely plunged into darkness.

For his light is in darkness, and darkness needs light.

"Hey?"

Looking at Feng Xinzhi who calmly said something that seemed to be serious, Gojo Gojo was stunned and then showed a serious expression of thought.

He stretched out his fingers solemnly, but the background sound seemed to turn into the sound of springs in an instant.

"Zi, you have the possibility to turn bad~"

Feng Xinzhi, who thought Gojo Satoru was going to say something important when he became serious: ...

He felt that the number of times he had been silent recently was a bit too much.

This is entirely Gojo Satoru's fault.

Gojo Satoru, who saw Feng Xinzhi's dark and disgusted eyes, crossed his arms and made a big X shape.

His tone was very certain.

"And the east hall of the Kyoto school!"

It's not his problem alone, it's not.

Feng Xinzhi, who looked half-hearted, pushed away Gojo Satoru who was blocking him, and walked towards the lounge with a calm face.

Until he heard bursts of laughter coming from the lounge, it wasn't normal at all.

He had a strong sense of foreboding.

Feng Xinzhi glanced at Wujo Wu beside him, and found that he seemed a little guilty and didn't dare to look at him, whistling softly, exuding a rascal aura of "I was wrong but dare to do it next time" all over his body.

He looked quite confident.

He pulled open the wooden door.

In the lounge, Maki, the panda, and the dog Curly, who couldn't stop laughing like clockwork, stopped laughing at this moment, and looked at Feng Xinzhi who opened the door.

A short silence followed by an outburst.

The burst of laughter that stopped for a moment immediately sounded again, like a raging ocean wave, one wave after another, laughing until Feng Xinzhi gradually lost his expression.

The handball match with the Kyoto school was being played on the projection screen in the lounge.

Looking at the students with distorted postures on the screen and the relaxed and graceful Gojo Satoru and Todo Aoi, Feng Xinzhi fell into a deep suffocation.

Yigu Youtai, a poor fellow who also participated in the competition, is sitting cross-legged at this moment with a peaceful expression on his face, as if he has fallen into autism.

After Feng Xinzhi was stunned for a moment, his eyes immediately turned to a certain culprit.

No wonder what I said earlier about the handball game was written off, so I was waiting for him here?

This guy actually recorded it!

It is tolerable and unbearable.

Feng Xinzhi dragged Gojo Satoru with a blank expression, pushed him into the lounge, and then closed the door of the lounge calmly.

He remained silent and pressed forward step by step.

Gojo Satoru, who felt as if he had offended someone, showed a cute and cute smile, and argued softly.

"It's a biological image ingested by a crow, not me."

Although he paid for Mingming to do this.

"That's it."

Feng Xinzhi's voice was shallow, but it seemed that he didn't intend to listen to Wutiaowu's defense at all.

"It doesn't matter, it's all your fault anyway."

There was a kite-colored light in his cold-toned eyes, and his calm and cold tone seemed to be like a cracked boundless ice field, bringing a thrilling and trembling dangerous aura.

Like the highest predator in the dark.

He leaned closer to Gojo Satoru, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his face, like a beautiful frosty moon, with a silent galaxy in his eyes.

"It's nasty, but that's all I want to do right now."

Feng Xinzhi pulled off Wutiao Wu's bandages wrapped around his eyes, seeing the surprise in those dazzling blue eyes, his tone was gentle and sincere.

"terribly sorry."

……

15 minutes later.

Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on the ground like a girly duck, was forced to change into a long skirt.

The soft white hair that fell down because of taking off the bandages, the blue eyes that contained the sky and the sea looked pitiful because of the unbelievable, the delicate and soft facial lines, just this face is enough to use all the beautiful words to describe it.

But this beautiful picture stops at the neck.

No matter how delicate Gojo Satoru was, who was over 1.9 meters tall, it was impossible for him to fit in the long skirt contributed by Maki.

The skirt was stretched tightly on Gojo Satoru, and the end of Baixue's skirt showed her muscular thigh muscles, which looked extremely hot, and she could compete with a certain muscular brother.

"Hey!"

Gojo Satoru, who suddenly became pretentious, pressed his hands on the edge of the skirt, and made a sound similar to that of a butterfly, as if he was accusing Feng Xinzhi of his indifference.

"It's disgusting ~ to treat the teacher like this ~"

Saying that, she became silently shy.

Feng Xinzhi, who suddenly realized that the other party might be enjoying it, blanked his eyes for a moment, and felt that this appearance did not seem to be punishing Gojo Satoru, but instead seemed to be destroying his own vision and hearing.

Did he find the wrong way to get revenge?

Feng Xinzhi was thinking.

As accomplices, Maki, Panda, and Ji began to comment on Gojo Satoru's appearance.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no way, the waist is too thick and the legs are too strong, except for that face, the others are completely unqualified."

"Hey, hurry up, hurry up! Take a picture for Hui to see!"

“Salmon Salmon Salmon!”

Yi Guyoutai, who still maintained a sluggish look, came back to his senses in a daze. He glanced at Gojo Wujo in women's clothing and sighed, thinking that the other party was the strongest. It is not unreasonable.

He hugged himself, only to feel that there was still a little warmth in this world.

Why do you suddenly feel like a childish teacher?

Yi Guyou shook his head too vigorously, trying to shake this terrible thought out of his mind.

the other side.

Having just finished a day of training, Fu Heihui picked up his phone after taking a shower and saw the pictures sent by Panda and others.

When he saw the person in the picture clearly, he stopped wiping his hair, and his pupils shrank for a moment.

By the time he realized it, he had subconsciously clicked to save the picture.

Fu Heihui stopped on the spot for a while, then put away the phone as if nothing had happened.

As long as it's Gojo Satoru, it's normal.

He was used to it.

The author has something to say: Osamu Dazai: Actually, I also wear women's clothing... (Muffled)

Feng Xinzhi: ...Impossible.

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