reversal impulse

Jia Ruozi didn't check the numbers on the lottery ticket immediately.He stared at Gojo Satoru's beautiful blue eyes, trying to find a hint of the eagerness in them when he was usually joking.

No.

He's not joking.

Jia Ruozi moved the chair forward a little, lowered his head to pick up the lottery ticket, roughly glanced at the numbers, and compared them with the phone.

After confirming it once, Nitro put down the phone, and the expressions of the three of them were a little confused.

Because a classmate passed by the lottery shop with a word, he was forced to insert a series of numbers, and finally won the big prize...

"This is to the extent that you will be ridiculed for being whimsical if you post it on the 2ch forum, absolutely?" Gojo Satoru slapped the table and stood up, "Not to mention, I think Gojo Satoru should be praised at this time! Quick! Praise! "

Xia Youjie pushed him back, "Congratulations, Nitro."

"I'll verify the authenticity of this later." Nitro put away the lottery ticket and said relaxedly, "Are you going to follow? Or do you mean that one of them will go together, and the other will go to the high-level 'report'?"

"You go by yourself." Gojo Goto slumped on the chair, tilted his head back, and muttered weakly, "I'm so sleepy, I'd better go back to the high school to deal with those old men after I get back to sleep."

"Isn't your mission to 'protect' me?" Nitro made a serious face on purpose.

Xia Youjie nodded: "Bring a few more scalpels, you are a billionaire now, and you don't deserve this status if you don't do anything."

"Brother Nituo is already very rich." Gojo Satoru said, "The group of guys are terribly afraid of death, and the treatment fee is so high that one wonders if our daily task payment has been deducted by half."

Glass stood up and sneered: "Is that why you want to learn the inversion technique? To heal high-level people for reward?"

"Stop it! Just thinking about it makes me throw up!"

Nitro smiled and stopped chatting nonsense. He picked up his mobile phone, went back to his room and changed his clothes before going out.

There was a sound from outside the porch, and after the sound of "Boom -", the three people inside and outside the door simultaneously restrained their smiles.

Gojo Satoru sat up straight from the chair, and let out a meaningless "huh".

When the lottery winning amount is too large, the bonus will be remitted to the designated account on a monthly basis. It will not be particularly huge, but it can be considered a considerable amount of income.

The amount seems to be well within limits that the top brass wouldn't particularly notice.

Lottery winnings?

No, this is clearly the money mentioned in Cangqi Chengzi's text message!

Xia Youjie spoke slowly: "It seems that Nitro is planning to take us out of this matter."

"Brother Nitiao's habit of solving things by himself is really bad." Gojo Satoru complained, "I've known him for almost a year and it's still the same...why don't you let us help?"

"The premise is that we can help." Xia Youjie said without taking his eyes off the report card.

"Or Nitro believes we can help."

***

"Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie are not suitable to join in."

This was the idea immediately after Jiarui Nitrozi confirmed that he had won the lottery.

This bonus was done by Aozaki Orange, and it was already a certainty.Of course, he didn't doubt the purpose of Gojo Satoru's mention of the lottery at the beginning, nor did he doubt whether the "acquaintance" he saw in the lottery shop had received the magician's instructions.

After all, this kind of uncontrollability is too high, it doesn't seem like a plan that Orange would draw up.

She should have followed the development of the situation and made arrangements accordingly.

In this case, Wujo and Xiayou can no longer be dragged in, they may become pawns in the hands of the magician at any time.These two may be invincible in the field of conjuration, but when it comes to magic...

Not to mention them, even Nitro himself is a pure rookie.

After the school officially started, the two super conjurers would be even busier. It would be too far-fetched for them to think about themselves while busy with tasks.

The family went into the glass thinking all the way, and unknowingly wandered outside the lottery shop.

He stared at the door for a while, then rubbed his fingers on the lottery ticket in his pocket a few times before pushing the door in.

The store was still full of people, and the smell of smoke was very strong. Nitzi subconsciously looked around the crowd, but couldn't find any familiar figures.

Is he not here today?

After this idea came out, Nitro was stunned for a moment.

What am I looking for him for?Is it possible to really give him half of the bonus?

Maybe it was the dream last night that heightened his sense of existence a lot, Glass thought, but now he still had work to do.

After getting all the messy thoughts out of his mind, Jia Ruo Zi began to follow the words of the owner of the lottery shop.

After two or three greetings, Nitro can confirm that the boss doesn't remember buying a lottery ticket yesterday with a fake basic resident account card.

He claimed to be inquiring about prize redemption on behalf of his family.The face of Nitzi, a high school student, is obviously very convincing. The boss waved his hand and said that if the amount is large, follow the instructions on the lottery ticket.

The conversation was almost over. After walking out of the lottery shop, Nitro looked at the time.

He only stayed in the store for less than 10 minutes, and it was more like going through the process than "verifying the authenticity" to pave the way for what he planned to do next.

Near noon, the white-collar workers in the office building took a lunch break and flocked to the street to find a place for lunch. Nitzi walked slowly along the flow of people for a while, and then turned into an alleyway that was only about 1.5 meters wide.

The entire alleyway is slightly trapezoidal. The deeper you go, the wider the left and right sides become, but the light is still poor.The tall buildings on both sides seem to have built some flower and grass sheds, and the sunlight is cut, casting staggered light and shadow in the alleyway.

He's patient, brisk on his feet, and has the laid-back look of any average high school kid who's wasting his youth with nothing to do.

After the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of his own footsteps could be heard, Nitzi stood still, turned around and leaned against the wall, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The call was quickly connected.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Noctua."

"Hmm..." the other end replied.

Nitro didn't say much. As his class teacher, Ye Mo Zhengdao may be more aware of certain high-level decisions than Gojo Satoru.

Both parties are aware of the reason for the call.

"Are you free now? I have something very important to tell you."

"what's up?"

"About my plan to leave school."

"..."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and there was the sound of something being knocked down.After a long while, the voice of the night moth, which was a little lower than usual, came from the receiver.

"If 'that' is bothering you—" he said, "I will protest to the headmaster, as your class teacher."

Jia Ruzi evoked a little smile, the words of Noctua were no different from "covering up".

But Nitro didn't think it was necessary to affect this dedicated teacher because of this matter. He had already cleaned up enough messes for the three people in the class this year.

"Actually, it's because I want to suspend the work of 'Conjurer'." Jiarui Niuzi said half-truthfully, "Maybe Wutiao hasn't had time to give you feedback about my winning the lottery. Let's rest for a while."

This reason sounds like those beat-down youths in the loose generation, who only look at the content and have a bit of a villainous face.

Winning the lottery is true, and it is true that there is no economic pressure, but the core reasons are not these.

Entering the glass requires energy to deal with magician things, and these things are difficult to move within the "framework" of the magic world.

Leaving the framework of the high school, restraint may directly turn into danger, but it is more convenient to open your hands and feet than to bind your hands and feet.

"Are you in the college? I can come to you to go through the formalities later, thank you for your hard work."

He spoke firmly, and ended the call after confirming the time and place to meet.

Jia Ruozi stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

I don't know which poor bird accidentally landed on the shed in the alley. No matter how hard it flew, it couldn't fly out. Its wings waved and smashed the sunlight, and the broken light dazzled people's eyes from time to time.

Nitro lowered his head slightly, sensing the flow of mana around him.

Finally, the bird found an excellent escape path, flapping its wings and rushing to the sky.The moment it left the alleyway, a cold light appeared on the fingertips of Jia Ruozi - it was a scalpel.

The handle of the knife made a small circle on the phalanx, the sound of metal piercing through the air was elongated at this moment, and the movement of the gun was so light that you couldn't even tell when he shot and when it ended.

"You followed me all morning, and I thought you would stop following me if I went to the college. I felt a little pity, so I said hello first."

Niatz still looked slow, he walked deeper into the alley, and stood still in front of a shadow.

A man knelt and sat in the shadows. He held back his wailing, his forehead was sweating, and he didn't seem to understand his current situation.

The magic-infused scalpel severed his Achilles tendon, and his task target was standing in front of him, staring at his miserable state listlessly.

"Jiaru...Jiaru Nizi, right? You have me on your body..."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot."

Another cold light flashed from the fingertips of Nitrate, he raised his hand, measured the position of his left carotid artery with the scalpel, and swiped hard without hesitation under the man's terrified gaze.

The man's face was stained with horror by the blood spattered by the other party.

After the carotid artery was cut, the arterial pressure was too high, and ordinary people would be shocked to death due to the terrible amount of bleeding within a few minutes, but the family's blood only turned pale.

After all, it is a reversal technique.

Nitro threw away the scalpel, and instead used his fingers to explore the wound that was bleeding continuously. He quickly pinched something, and after he took out the metal pyramid that was only half the size of a fingernail, he went home to Nitro. The wound on the side of the neck is also completely healed.

He pinched the metal body with two fingers, half of his body was stained red with his own blood, it was creepy in the silent sunlight.

The man's eyes were soaked with sweat, he was about to bite his lip, the pain and fear made his body tremble continuously.

No one told him that the conjurer who has been protected all this time is a lunatic who doesn't even cut his own throat!

Then, the man saw the lunatic showing a polite smile, and a cold light emerged from his fingertips, but this time the blade of the scalpel was pointed at himself on the ground.

Yarui Glass asked in the same calm tone as before.

"Okay, can we talk now?"