After COS real people crossed, they tried to cover their vests to save their lives

There is no obvious change between the high school of conjuration and the last time I saw it.

Passing through the torii gate and the retro wooden gate, stepping on the evenly paved road with stone slabs, Sanada Hatomi followed the white-haired blindfolded man for a while, and found that he was leading himself in the direction of dense crowds.

Most of the towers are surrounded by lush green plants, some of which only expose the corners or spires, and the slightly bloated tall temples in front of them become more majestic with distance.

It is unclear what this building was originally used for, but it should now be transformed into a teaching building.

The small map shows that there are many light spots inside, all of which are spell holders.

The two stopped in front of the teaching building.

Hatomi Sanada felt that the biggest difference between here and the previous trip was that there were more people.

"The magic world is no longer a pool of stagnant water."

He could vaguely hear the sound of youthful fights coming from the classroom, Sanada Hato said this with a half-feeling, and carefully looked both ways at the somewhat irritating certificate in his hand.

The license to use spells in his hands was hard to the touch and hard to break, and it was difficult to identify what material it was made of. However, although he hadn't learned it systematically, he could tell from the fluctuations in the captured spell power that special spell formulas were engraved on it to prevent forgery.

It was of pure gold that shone blind in the sun, and was tied with a rope with a hole punched at one end.

The school emblem of the Conjuration College is printed on the back, which is the spiral pattern on the buttons of the school uniform; the front is like a name simply written in ink.

Gojo Satoru smiled, as if responding to what the young man said just now.

"You are now a super magician."

Sanada Hato paused: "What?"

Gojo Gojo seemed to want to pay by swiping a card, took out his own with two fingers from his pocket, and began to introduce: "The license level is equivalent to the ability level of a conjurer, and the highest level is gold."

Hatomi Sanada ignored the subtext in his words that you should thank me well, and asked Fuzhixin with a declarative sentence.

"Did you design this?"

"Correct."

"What about the other licenses?"

"There are all kinds of green and pink."

"..."

Tuhaojin seems to be good too.

Gojo Satoru continued: "However, there are quite a lot of special grades now, and they are not as scarce as before."

"Hui, Youruto and the others are already super-class magicians who can stand on their own." He did not hide the pride in his words.

Lowering his eyes and making a "hmm", Sanada Hatomi also sincerely praised this new world.

--Jingle Bell.

Suddenly the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and then the building in front of him seemed to explode immediately.

"correct."

In the noisy background sound, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something, pointed to the license and said: "This needs blood activation."

The white-haired man smiled maliciously: "Do you want me to help you?"

Sanada Hato glanced at him, "Even if I'm a human now, I'm still more than enough to deal with you."

The young man with the ponytail took his time and used magic techniques to fabricate his own soul. He tore a small opening on his fingertip and squeezed out two drops of liquid, which landed on the name and were instantly absorbed.

An invisible connection is established.

Gojo Satoru saw that the time was almost up, so he took advantage of the situation and suggested: "There will be a task later..."

Sanada Jiu saw ruthlessly interrupted: "I'm going back."

With long hands blocking the way, Gojo Satoru told him not to be so anxious to listen to himself.

Hato Sanada stated in advance: "I will not help you work."

"I'm going to do the task."

Wujo Satoru didn't know what he was thinking.

"You help me take a class."

Sanada Hato stared at him suspiciously for two seconds. Anyway, he was still on vacation and had no other schedule, so it was not unacceptable to think about it.

As soon as he nodded in response, Gojo Satoru waved goodbye, and told the location and time of the classroom: "The next class will be in the big room on the top floor."

Obviously walking slowly, but walking away in a few breaths, Sanada Hato saw speechless and raised his voice——

"what class?"

"Public class!"

"I asked what to teach!"

"Casual!"

Sanada Hato saw staring at the direction where the other party disappeared, and suddenly reacted after a few seconds.

"Ok?"

First raise a higher requirement, and then raise a lower requirement.

The so-called saving face effect——

Depend on!He said why there is a feeling of deja vu!

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Hatomi Sanada entered the teaching building with a not-so-good mood and walked towards the location that the unethical teacher said. Along the way, he found that most of the students seemed to have the same destination as himself.

The small map shows that a batch has gathered on the top floor.

He stopped in front of the open door, turned around and walked not far away, without rushing in.

When the students saw the unfamiliar face without school uniform, they naturally assumed him as a teaching assistant, and some came over to say hello and inquire about it. Gojo Satoru suddenly informed him last night what the class that he was required to attend was going to be about.

Sanada Hato saw the corners of his mouth twitching: "..."

It seems that Wujo Satoru planned it after losing to him in the final.

"I do not know."

Didn't even know it existed 5 minutes ago.

The blue-haired young man didn't start the program for facial paralysis. Seeing that he looked easy to talk to, his classmates acted coquettishly and said, "Teacher Wu Tiao said that if you fail this class, you will repeat the grade."

That's why so many people come.

Sanada Hato looked away, and pulled back the cuffs from the fingertips of the anxious bearded man in front of him. Regardless of whether he had it or not, he wanted to revoke the teaching qualifications of the immoral teachers who abused their power.

"Go in, and you won't hang up if you listen carefully."

Hearing what he said, a few classmates left in peace.

According to the class schedule, the next class was combat practice class. In order to allow enough time to transfer classrooms and change clothes, the class break was as long as half an hour.

Although Sanada Hatomi had no experience of lecturing before, he could roughly guess the meaning of Gojo Satoru's actions, and sorted out the parts he could teach.

Finally, stepping on the class bell to enter the classroom.

The inside is very empty, like an unrenovated rough house, and the thick pillars supporting the building are exposed.

It seems sparse to accommodate more than a hundred people. The students who will spend more than an hour in the next one seem to be fairly honest, and they don't ignore discipline and take care of themselves. It's not like the president of the Conjurer's Association is a problem child.

The heterochromatic pupils glanced at the boys who had no chairs, so they all sat on the ground.

Without hesitation, he walked straight through the middle of them, walked to the podium table in front of him and stood still.

Under everyone's suspicious gaze, he said slowly, "I am your substitute teacher."

Immediately someone raised their hand and asked a question.

"Where is Wutiao teacher?"

"died."

"what--"

"Although I really want to say that, he just let you go halfway."

"..."

Seeing that the joke was not funny, Sanada Hato recalled the classroom situation in his long memory, and first gave a brief self-introduction.

"My surname is Sanada, call me—"

"Who is it!"

Before he could say anything, he was suddenly interrupted.

A young man with a fiery personality who was sitting the most upright started cursing, "What Sanada has never heard of, why are you still wasting time here, why don't you leave?"

I kicked my best friend in the same class next to me, and found that the other party had no intention of moving.

"Ah... I'm so sorry, Sanada-sensei, please continue."

The partner sneered to smooth things over, pulled him to sit down again and whispered, "What if this is actually part of the Wutiao teacher's trial."

The irascible boy seemed to have a tendon: "It makes sense!"

The partner breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, quickly apologize to the substitute teacher, you don't want to repeat the grade, do you?"

The irritable boy suddenly frowned and fell silent.

"If you can stay around the strongest and learn how to become stronger..."

"?"

Gojo Satoru's influence on the new generation of conjurers is still great, and it can barely be regarded as positive.

Hatomi Sanada was about to start the class, but he interrupted him without saying a few words.

This person's spells should have the ability to see through other people's spells. After finding out that he was an ordinary person with no ability, he immediately challenged him and asked him how many special curse spirits he had exorcised, and he seemed to know a lot about curses.

One stone caused a thousand waves, and then several people proposed to practice the fighting skills just explained with him.

"..."

Hatomi Sanada retracted the foreword.

As expected of a conjurer in the new era of President Wujo, there are a lot of problem children.

Having said that, the conjurer himself needs negative emotions such as anger and grief to mobilize his spell power. Most of those who choose to embark on this road will not be the kind of good children who follow the steps.

"Please, Sanada-sensei, teach me well."

The person who proposed the discussion first stepped forward, assuming a posture of asking for advice.

Sanada Jiujian raised his eyebrows and nodded.

It was easy to clasp the wrist joint of the man who swung his fist: "Okay..."

The first syllable was not even finished, and the speech was interrupted again today.

The ghost face painted on the carving was bright and lifelike, and the eerie closed heavy door was suddenly opened, and at the same time, the voices of several people talking came in.

“Oops late!”

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you come or not, Principal Ye Moth won't let Wulu come."

"Although this is the case, you still have to respect the lessons of Mr. Wujo."

"That's why you obediently call that guy teacher."

When a few people saw what the person standing on the podium in front of them looked like, the pink-haired boy who had a lot of hair in the middle suddenly turned pale with fright, so that his color faded back to the draft for a few seconds.

"It's you--"

Polygonum cuspidatum is now in the fourth grade, but there are no classes anymore, and he is doing tasks outside and taking care of juniors.

Knotabagi Yuhito said everything he shouldn't have said: "Are you not a curse spirit and already dead?"

The huge room was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The voice of someone swallowing saliva was very clear. One of the super masters in the new magic world, Knotaba Yuhito who had experienced the return of death and death back then, said words with high credibility.

The students of the high school of conjuration stared at the podium and just grabbed the wrist of the person who was asking for advice, like young people standing harmlessly in place, trying to deal with and analyze the current situation, and no one moved for the time being.

Nagasaki Wild Rose and the others had never actually met the leader of the weirdo group before, thinking of the only possible correspondence in the rumors.

"Super imaginary magic spirit real person?"

Fu Heihui next to him also remembered, "He was the one who imprisoned Wutiao Wu in the prison gate."

But now it doesn't look aggressive, and guessing from Satoru's attitude...

The "real person" may not have been on the opposite side of them in the first place.

Looking at the young man who was an ordinary human no matter how he looked at it, he realized that the other party had a high probability of being resurrected like Xia Youjie.

After hearing the words of the black-haired hedgehog-headed boy, Sanada Hato saw the provocative student in front of him and suddenly carefully removed his fingers one by one, freed his wrist, took a step back and bowed silently.

Then he quickly walked back to his original position, trying to hide himself in the crowd.

"..."

The blue-haired youth coughed and rectified the classroom order.

Explain to a few people first: "Gojo Satoru asked me to help substitute for the class."

"I don't know what special spell spirit is, it's just an ordinary criminal policeman."

Sanada Hato paused when he saw the voice.

There were still footsteps outside the door. According to the small map, he already knew who the two people who came were.

After a while, young men in special white high school uniforms and flared trousers entered one after the other.Perhaps because there is no conflict between taking his wife, the atmosphere between the two is fine and not tense.

"Mr. Sanada."

After receiving Wutiao Wu's contact and rushing back, Yi Guyouta walked up to the corners of his eyes with a little redness, and he just said for a long time.

"You'll be fine."

Sanada Hatomi smiled and nodded at him.

"Students who are late, please take your seat."

Everyone cooperated very well this time, and the course went smoothly.