The spell daily of the departed savior

On the playground, Wuli's gaze casually swept across the direction of the principal's office - who is looking at him so intently?Looking for a chance to kill him?

"teacher?"

The girl's hearty voice called Wuli's attention back.

The first-year Nagasaki Yeqiangwei looked at Wuli curiously: "Are there any ordinary people who don't know how to spell?"

Wuli lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "That's why I'm the physical education teacher. I have nothing to teach you except physical skills—or you can come to me if you're willing to study and learn."

"Nagi, don't worry. Although I have no experience as a teacher for the first time, I know Miwa, the best teacher in the world. I will teach you the way he taught me. So."

When the name of Sanwa Yiyan was mentioned, Wuli's expression softened involuntarily: "During the duration of our teacher-student relationship, I will guarantee your safety."

"Anyone who dares to hurt the students will be my enemy." Wuli raised his eyes, and there was a dangerous murderous intent in his cold black eyes: "—I will let them remember with their lives, since I don't rob them things, don’t come and take them from me.”

Seeing Wu Li's unfailing expression, Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei shuddered. She didn't expect that there was such a teacher in the High School of Conjuration.

"Aha, haha, don't be so serious."

While laughing to ease the dangerous atmosphere, she reached out to poke Fu Heihui's waist next to him, and winked to ask him to say something to ease the embarrassing situation of being cold when they first met.

Unexpectedly, Fu Heihui raised his head and thought for a while, and then nodded: "Teacher Wuli is right."

Nagasaki Wild Rose: ...Do you dare to look at me when you speak!Getting you out of the siege didn't make you worse!

Wu Li's eyes turned from the two of them, and then paused: "There should be three of them in the first grade, right? Where's the knotweed Youren?"

The second grader on the side: "!!!"

Oops, I forgot to tell the teacher that Yuzu Yuhito had died!

Nagasaki Wild Rose slowly restrained her smile.

Fu Heihui also turned his face away: "He, the knotweed, died in the juvenile courtyard incident."

Wuli nodded, his calm face didn't change when he heard about death, he just motioned for Fu Heihui to come over and start training.

——It seems that Gojo Satoru attaches great importance to the student Knotaba Yuhito, and he didn't even tell these classmates about the resurrection of Knotaba Yuhito.

The author has something to say: Lelouch in the last chapter is from "Lelouch of the Rebellion"

At 3 o'clock in the morning, before dawn, Zenyuan Maki had already walked from the dormitory of the second grade to the teacher's dormitory according to Wuli's request.

The High School of Conjuration located in the suburbs of Tokyo occupies a large area, but because there are not many people who can become conjurers, the number of teachers and students is relatively small.Therefore, the dormitories allocated to teachers are all single-family Japanese-style buildings with good conditions.

Zenyuan Maki looked at the dim light by the gate in front of her, and hesitated before knocking on the door.

—Would Wuli really get up so early?Normal people are asleep at this time.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pulled open from the inside first.

Wearing only a black tight top and training trousers, Wuli appeared in front of Zenin Maki.

She couldn't help but cast her gaze on the other party—the long hair that usually hangs behind her back was tied up at the moment, but the sweat dripping down her forehead was still wet, and it sank into the collar all the way, sweating profusely and even in the dim With the heat still bubbling under the light, one can tell at a glance that the other party is already exercising before opening the door.

"Good morning, students from the Zen Academy." Wuli stepped out of the door and closed it behind him with his backhand: "You came on time, not bad. Then let's start with the warm-up—run [-] laps around the outer wall of the college."

Zenyuan Maki's mouth twitched: Teacher Wuli's way of exercising physical skills is unexpectedly harsh and rough.

But soon she no longer thinks so.

Once again sideways to avoid the sudden and invisible attack, Zenyuan Maki took off the special magic glasses on the bridge of her nose and put them back on. When she was sure that it was really not a magic attack, she felt question marks all over her face.

"Teacher Wuli, are you manipulating the thing that attacked me? What exactly is it?"

Even while running, Wuli still breathed evenly: "Instead of being distracted and concerned about this, it is better to pay more attention to the dangers around you. Students in the Zen Academy, the enemy will not wait until you see it to attack."

As soon as Wuli finished speaking, several invisible air currents attacked Zenyuan Maki from all directions.

The young conjurer was running without any magic tools because he could only rely on physical skills, so it was very hard for him to dodge. There were more and more scratches on his body, and his running speed slowed down as his physical strength was exhausted.

Zenyuan Maki's expression was stiff: "Teacher Wuli, is he a practitioner of Spartan education?"

Wuli smiled but said: "Students of the Zen Academy, what kind of high position you want to sit on, you have to be strong first. Come on."

……

Jianren Qihai opened his eyes expressionlessly.

Stretching out a strong arm from under the warm bed, he reached for the alarm clock beside him, making sure that it was 6:[-] in the morning and not working time.

It's so early, why is the neighbor so noisy?But there should be no one next door, so is it a wild cat?

He sighed silently, and still chose to turn over and sit up.

Jianren Qihai hasn't slept well in the past few days, and even has slight dark circles under his eyes.

He kept trying to find information about Wuli, and even asked people he knew when he was working in a financial company, but Wuli seemed to suddenly appear in this world, and the past was completely blank.

And after finally falling asleep, he would return to the realm of super-level magic spirits in his dreams, replaying the battle process of Wuli at that time over and over again.

He suspected that the power used by Gori at that time was a supernatural ability that often appeared in the neighboring city of Yokohama, and even entrusted a well-known intelligence dealer in Ikebukuro for this.But the other party's reply to him yesterday was - Wu Li is not a holder of supernatural powers.

The mystery of Wuli's body, and the unknown power... All these make Qihai Jianren have to be vigilant.

He looked at his increasingly tired self in the mirror and sighed.

——Let’s observe more when partnering with Wuli on overseas missions. Although Wuli saved his life, if the other party is really in danger, he can only be ruthless.

"Old, teacher!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded out of the window.

Zenyuan Maki?What is she doing in the teacher's dormitory so early? Is she in trouble?

Jianren Qihai frowned, and walked quickly to the window to look out.

Only then did he realize that the next door to him seemed to be occupied by people.

Wuli was wearing tight-fitting black training clothes, and he was looking at Zenyuan Maki, who was bending over and panting heavily, in a leisurely posture, as if he had just finished high-intensity training.

It was only then that Jianren Qihai realized that what Zenyuan Maki called "Teacher" just now was Wuli.

Before Jianren Qihai left the window, Wuli's sharp eyes shot over like sharp knives, facing those golden green eyes.

Jianren Qihai was stunned by the dangerous murderous look in those eyes.

After seeing clearly that it was Jianren Qihai, the sharpness in Wuli's eyes narrowed, and he regained his usual calm: "Good morning, Mr. Qihai. Have you had breakfast? I'm about to prepare breakfast for me and my classmates from the Zen Academy. ?”

Jianren Qihai hesitated for a moment, but still nodded his head based on the idea that more contact would lead to more observation opportunities.

……

Now, Jianren Qihai regrets that he promised Wuli to have breakfast together an hour ago.

I made a mistake, I should have used the vending machine's vegetable noodles for breakfast as before.

Jianren Qihai looked down at the omelet rice in front of him, thinking calmly.

"Mr. Qihai should be from the coffee department." Wuli put the freshly brewed coffee at Jianren Qihai's hand: "My teacher and people I know are from the traditional tea department, and I am not very skilled in making coffee for the first time. "

"Don't worry, having water is already troublesome to you." Qihai Jianren is like every adult who steps into the workplace, even though his heart is bombarded/indiscriminate/bombed, he still expresses his thanks calmly and politely on the surface.

But it all lasted until he took a sip of coffee.

Jianren Qihai: "..."

Mistake, the coffee should have been settled with a vending machine.

Chanyuan Maki glanced at Jianren Qihai's hard-working expression, feeling a little sympathetic.

But when she looked down at the omelet rice in front of her, she put on the same painful expression again—although the teacher was very grateful that she was willing to bring it for breakfast, but this is really too unpalatable!

How can it be so unpalatable?She gave her magic power in order to obtain physical skills that surpassed ordinary people. Was it cooking skills that Mr. Wuli gave?

Zenyuan Maki thinks so, and asks the same question.

However, Wuli only glanced at her indifferently: "Students from the Zen Academy, don't act like a baby."

Chanyuan Maki: ...I'd better bring the panda, and let him eat it for me.

(Panda: Maki, I am a panda, not a tool person!)

"Mr. Qihai?"

When the two were tangled, Wuli, who was digging a spoonful of omelet rice with his normal face, noticed the condensed atmosphere in the air, and couldn't help but look sideways.

Jianren Qihai endured and endured, and finally managed to swallow the worst coffee he had ever drank in his life, and spit it out without being rude.

"fine."

"Did Mr. Wuli just move here yesterday?" He scanned the simple furnishings in the house.

In addition to the most basic configuration provided by the teachers' dormitory, Wuli's luggage seems to be only a business bag.

It's more concise than he imagined. Is it the type who travels a lot?

Knowing that Zenyuan Maki had to practice gymnastics with Wuli before coming to the exchange meeting, the corners of Nanami Jianren's mouth twitched, and he decided to save the student who seemed to be having difficulty swallowing while covering his mouth.

"Breakfast tomorrow, I'll come."

Zenyuan Maki feels that at this moment, the image of Jianren Qihai is extremely reliable.

·

The day of the exchange meeting came quickly.

The reason why Zenyuan Maki is looking forward to the exchange meeting has changed from "to win the Kyoto school" to "to end the training of Teacher Wuli."

The ultra-high-intensity gymnastics training lasts for 6 hours every morning before dawn. Under Wuli's high-pressure training, Zenyuan Maki has grown rapidly both physically and mentally.

"Have the teachers and students of the Kyoto school come yet?" Wuli looked up from the documents in front of him when he heard Chanyuan Maki's voice in the common room.

But the complex expression on Chanyuan Maki's face made Wuli raise his eyebrows.

This morning, when she finished her training and went to the gathering place of the exchange meeting, Zenyuan Maki was still looking heroic and full of energy. Why did she change her attitude so much after meeting with the people from the Kyoto school?

Zenyuan Maki was silent for a while, but still asked: "Master, is the teacher going to visit the exchange meeting?"

"If the students expect the teacher to see the results of their training with their own eyes, then the teacher is of course obliged to meet the students' expectations." Wuli nodded readily.

He closed the document in his hand and looked at Jianren Qihai opposite the leisure table: "Mr. Qihai, do you want to go together?"

Jianren Qihai calmly glanced at Zenyuan Maki's expression, and saw the hesitant refusal of the other party, so he raised the document in his hand: "I'm still looking at the background information of this mission, Mr. Wuli, this This is your first overseas mission, remember to go early and return early."

Wuli hooked her lips: "Don't worry, since it's work, I will treat everyone equally."

Jianren Qihai stared at Wuli for a long time before bowing his head with a "huh".

……

The Conjuration College is divided into Tokyo School and Kyoto School, and the Tokyo School, located in the suburbs of Tokyo, has an overall architectural style that is more inclined to ancient traditional Japanese buildings.

Wuli and Zenyuan Maki walked through the wooden suspended corridor one after the other, and the wooden boards made a slight "creak" sound - only the footsteps of Zenyuan Maki, Wuli restrained his breath and voice almost Yu Wu.

Zenyuan Maki, who had been silent all the way, raised her head, staring at Wulixue's blue back in front of her with deep eyes.The young man's figure was as tall and straight as a sword bone, as if nothing could break his demeanor.

Zenyuan Maki, who quickly became acquainted with Wuli because of training, has seen the powerful and dangerous beauty with her own eyes, how thrilling it is.

"Why is the teacher willing to guide me?" Chanyuan Maki suddenly said, breaking the silence: "If it's just an intern physical education teacher, shouldn't it be dedicated to the students to this extent? And Goujuan and the others have not been specially trained, only me. "

Wuli's footsteps stopped, and he looked sideways at the girl with a high ponytail following behind.

It's obviously an immature face, but it contains a fierceness that refuses to give in, as if anyone who dares to touch the person she protects will tear a piece of flesh from the other person.

The expression of the dying boy who was almost submerged in garbage many years ago overlapped for a moment.

However, when Sanwa Yiyan, who finished the task, accidentally found the boy who was still faintly breathing, and bent down to pick him up from the garbage dump, the boy really tried his last bit of strength and bit down viciously. A man who knows no friend or foe.

Miwa ignored the bloody wrist with one word, and persuaded the young man helplessly: 【If I leave now, you will die within an hour if you don't get medical treatment.It can't be any worse than it is now, how about trying to trust me? 】

That embrace was too warm, a peace of mind that the boy had never experienced since he could remember.It's different from the vigilance when you hug your best friend Hisoka for warmth, but the sense of security that no matter what happens, someone is willing to protect you in your arms.