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Gojo Satoru, who was sanctioned by women's clothing, didn't feel ashamed at all. He even tried to get everyone to wear skirts together.

The euphemistic name is that teachers and students are blessed to share.

The panda and the dog Juanji are a little bit eager to make a move, Feng Xinzhi and Yi Guyoutai can only watch them sneakily wear women's school uniforms while Maki is out to get things.

The only normal person present was not sensitive to this operation.

They were so loud that they could be heard through the wooden door.

"It's good, the clothes are too small."

Panda tried to tuck his arms into Maki's school uniform jacket. If the quality of the school uniform was not good enough, it would have exploded long ago.

Gou Juanji’s calm face showed eagerness to try, holding the school skirt with both hands and gesticulating his waistline, thinking that he could wear it completely.

Wearing Maki's school uniform, they and Gojo Satoru posed like girls making their idol debut, entertaining themselves very happily.

Feng Xinzhi and Yi Guyoutai, who were about to go blind, looked away at the same time, forcing themselves to forget the eye-catching scene just now.

The rustling sound inside the door didn't stop until Zenyuan Maki kicked open the wooden door with a bag of things, and looked murderously at the trio who were still in the concave position.

She threw the things in her hand to Yigu Youta, her finger bones creaked, and she exuded a strong aura of suppressing mentally retarded women's fetishism.

A few minutes later, the panda and the dog with bald heads knelt down and apologized in front of Maki.

"Hmph, it's obvious that I was misled by some idiot."

A certain idiot who was connoted just took off his long skirt and changed into a normal attire, and at this moment he was standing aside with a serious face, posing as if he should agree.

That's right, Maki is right.

Once the commotion subsided, the scene finally became quiet.

Although this time the sister school exchange meeting canceled the individual competition, the team competition was indeed won by the Tokyo school, so the overall winner of this exchange meeting is naturally the Tokyo school.

The celebration ceremony is naturally indispensable.

"...Only snacks and beer?"

The panda spread the large bag of things that Maki brought back on the table by category, and then fell into a brief silence.

"Huh? It's good to eat something, why are you picky?"

Chanyuan Maki narrowed her eyes, her tone impatient.

Panda shook his head resolutely, picked up the can of beer and began to ton ton.

A certain unreliable teacher who was in the first grade quietly reached out to pick up a beer and put a can of beer on each of them in front of Feng Xinzhi Yigu Youtaigou Juanji Zenyuan Maki.

The face that was not covered by the bandage was full of malicious intentions, blinding this good face for nothing.

"Drink, drink, drink, let's all drink together~"

Gee.

Maki sneered, took a can and put it in front of Gojo Satoru.

"together."

She had heard from Miss Jiarui that this guy's drinking capacity was ridiculously low.

Gojo Satoru, who was digging mines for himself, was silent for a moment, and then resolutely and heroically died, the gesture of gulping it down was a bit mad.

Originally, everyone was not very against drinking, and it was still a low-alcohol beer, which could be regarded as a drink.

This is also Feng Xinzhi's idea.

But he didn't expect it at all, not only Gojo Satoru, but basically everyone in the first grade except him can be regarded as pouring in one cup.

Wujo Satoru, who was the first to die in battle, was already quite dead, but he looked at the other people in front of him who were stumbling around before drinking for three rounds.

Feng Xinzhi: ...Huh?

He glanced suspiciously at the alcohol content written on the package, that's right, 5 degrees.

Certain alcoholic beverages are higher than this, right?

This amount of alcohol to drink?

He finished the can in his hand expressionlessly, and looked at Zenyuan Maki who was getting up tremblingly, not knowing what she was going to do.

She grabbed Wujou's collar, looked at it for a while with confused eyes, and when she realized that this was not the person she was looking for, she decisively threw it aside.

thump.

The sound is quite loud.

Looking at Gojo Satoru, who was as stiff as a corpse, Feng Xinzhi had no mercy, and only wanted to know what Maki wanted to do.

After searching for a long time, Zenyuan Maki finally found Yota Oto who was also dizzy.

She supported the wall with one hand, pinched Yi Guyouta's face with the other, and spoke vaguely.

"Well, let's go back with my sister."

Yi Guyou blushed in a daze, and nodded with a weak and bewildered expression.

The panda squirmed its huge body and rolled over, making a strong gesture of love.

Feng Xinzhi: ...

Don't be like this, Lixiang's resentment is about to explode, if you don't want to be crushed by Lixiang's ghost at night, you should restrain yourself.

Just when he decided to forcibly separate them to suppress Lixiang's resentment, the dog curly spine grabbed his sleeve.

Feng Xinzhi gave him a questioning look.

The dog curly spine pulled down his collar, revealing the lower half of his face engraved with the curse pattern of circles, his eyes were completely confused.

Seeing his action, Feng Xinzhi pulled his hand away, and put on the collar of the dog curly spine again, causing the other party to cast an aggrieved and puzzled look.

Spellcaster, words are truth.

What else can I do if I don't stop the dog, let him use his speech?

However, Goujuanji was not weak in strength or physical skill, so he took advantage of Feng Xinzhi's negligence and directly pulled off his collar and spoke.

"I, I'm going to sleep."

As soon as he said that, he fell down. If Feng Xinzhi hadn't helped him, he would have landed directly on the back of his head.

Originally, he was still thinking about whether he would hurt the dog curly spine if he used the magic power to resist the spell, but Feng Xinzhi never thought that the dog curly spine would hypnotize himself.

Is this what happens when you get drunk?I have seen it.

He looked around and found that besides him, no one was still standing awake, let alone lying on the ground with dead bodies.

"Lixiang, take Yuta back."

Feng Xinzhi rubbed the center of his brows, pulled Zenyuan Maki and Yi Gu Youta away, and asked Lixiang to come out and take Yi Gu away.

You can't watch Li Xiang sour until the resentment solidifies.

Kimoto Rika, who showed half of her figure, hugged Otoko Yuta carefully, as if treating a precious and fragile porcelain doll.

Li Xiang hugged Yi Guyoutai and soon drifted away.

Feng Xinzhi, who was holding the dog curly spine with his left hand on his waist, and Zenyuan Maki on his right hand, really didn't understand why he would clean up the mess in the end.

He glanced at the panda lying on the ground, yes, the thick fur must keep warm.

So, he put the dog Curly Ji and Chanyuan Maki on the pandas, and there is a self-heating blanket under them so that they don't have to worry about them catching a cold.

As for that guy standing by the side?

Feng Xinzhi looked at Gojo Wutiao's defenseless sleeping face, turned and left expressionlessly.

An adult must learn to take care of himself and be responsible for his actions, so he doesn't have to worry about such a bad guy.

Although he doesn't live there, he still has his own single dormitory in the High School of Magic.

After quickly washing off the smell of alcohol, Feng Xinzhi dried her hair and left the Conjuration Academy.

He is going back to Yokohama.

Going back at this point in time will definitely encounter some unexpected things.

Feng Xinzhi lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Mr. Ango."

……

Yokohama.

Feng Xinzhi, who didn't notify Osamu Dazai to pick him up, walked on the street calmly.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, there are many people on the street.

Feng Xinzhi's pace was unhurried, and when he passed by the park in the middle of the street, he saw a three-colored cat surrounded by girls and feeding him familiarly.

The three-flowered cat calmly holding a small dried fish in its mouth let a group of children surround him.

After being silent for a while, in order not to embarrass the elders too much, Feng Xinzhi decided to pretend that he didn't see it, and immediately changed his way.

The other way is a little more deserted.

The street lights flickered on and off, as if something went wrong.

Feng Xinzhi raised her eyes and stared at the flickering street lamp for a while, her brows raised slightly, she didn't expect someone to come to her door so actively.

It is a very simple Morse code, and the answer can be deciphered according to the intermittent pause time of the light beating.

A bar with a decent name.

Feng Xinzhi, who searched for the exact location of the bar with his mobile phone, chose to go alone without much hesitation.

Since the other party intends to invite, why should he refuse?

The bar was very close, and it took less than ten minutes to walk there.

Feng Xinzhi pushed open the closed door, and walked down following the sound of the cello coming from inside.

He saw the source of the sound.

A pale and thin man with delicate face was playing the cello alone in the middle of the bar, and his only audience was the long-haired man with bandaged head behind the bar.

Fyodor D and Ivan Goncharov.

The leader of the House of Death and his followers, the former is also a member of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man.

Feng Xinzhi found a seat and sat down, quietly listening to the devil Fyodor play the piano.

After the song was over, Fyodor opened his eyes, his eyes swept over Feng Xinzhi, and a strange sense of disobedience emerged spontaneously.

He watched silently, motionless like a statue, like a silent icon.

After a while, he spoke softly.

"Ivan, step back."

Ivan Goncharov obeyed the instructions and bowed to leave.

Only Feng Xinzhi and him were left in the empty and silent bar.

"I see. No wonder Mr. Dazai didn't give me a chance to approach you."

Fyodor put the cello into the case, and his purple eyes revealed a little understanding.

For Dazai Osamu who suddenly came to play the cat and mouse script with him, Fyodor had a slight incomprehension.

Because there is no need for a conflict at this moment, even if the opponent is aware of his small temptations, there is no need to mobilize so many armed and intelligence forces.

It turned out to be the case.

The moment he saw Feng Xinzhi, he knew why Osamu Dazai pursued him and insisted on diverting his attention.

He once speculated on Feng Xinzhi's usefulness, and his initial assumption was that he was just a shield for Osamu Dazai to put on the bright side, protection and connivance were all done deliberately, and there was not much sincerity.

Just a pawn that needs careful attention.

However, this conclusion has now been completely overturned.

After seeing Feng Xinzhi, no one can regard this one as a shield or someone's vassal.

This is an existence that is not inferior to Dazai Osamu, the leader of the port mafia.

Just like the relationship between "crime" and "punishment", Osamu Dazai and Feng Xinzhi are symbiotic.

It seems that they are half-body of each other who are integrated into the flesh and blood, no one can cross Dazai Zhizhi to intrude Feng Xinzhi, and vice versa.

However, the inexplicable sense of disobedience still lingers.

Fyodor pondered.

He stared at Feng Xinzhi, wanting to see the real world in his eyes.

"Probably because you're not a nice person."

Feng Xinzhi, who was indifferent to Fyodor's gaze, spoke without any emotion, and answered what the devil said just now.

If it wasn't for the fact that the devil had nothing to do with hinting that the military and police were dispatched to test out information about him, Mr. Zhi's reaction might not have been so violent.

The game script of cat and mouse is just the opening ceremony.

"I never think I am a good person, and I know that I am against certain rules, but this is just a conscious and careful observation of the true face of the world."

Fyodor slowed down and narrated in a low voice, like reciting a Bible depicting hell, with a soft and low tone.

A good man, a saint, a god.

Bad guy, villain, devil.

He sincerely believes in the holiness paved with blood, and his hands are stained with sins like dirt just for devout prayers.

Holy devil, sinful saint.

He prefers to judge himself that way.

Feng Xinzhi didn't react much as if he had detected a little bit of the other party's true thoughts, he calmly looked at the devil.

There is no need to delve into the devil's mind.

There is no such thing as good or evil for a manipulator.

Don't care and don't care.

Like soft feathers fluttering gently, no one cares whether the sinful hands are stained with blood again.

The pious commit sins for piety, and the devil can also bring down the punishment of heaven.

After interpreting the emotions and thoughts expressed by Feng Xinzhi, Fyodor tilted his head, and his purple eyes were like bright rose crowns.

The thorns cut through the petals, oozing bright red juice.

he asked softly.

"Can you make drinks?"

Would you like to make a drink?

The author has something to say: Feng Xinzhi (cold): ...

Osamu Dazai (turning the table): No!willing!meaning!