Vest hunting system

At night, deep in the college, the headquarters of the Xingxing Palace.

The two conjurers guarding the door chatted with each other from time to time, and didn't notice anything wrong.

[Gojo Satoru] restrained the breath of the curse, surrounded him tightly with no lower limit, and deliberately leaked out a very small amount of magic power, making him look no different from ordinary people. , easily entered the Palace of the Stars.

With his hands in his pockets, he arrived at the bottom floor as if taking a stroll in the garden, turning a blind eye to the sealed dangerous spells passing by, and walked straight to the huge tree trunk in the center.

[Gojo Satoru] walked to the shriveled tree trunk, tapped on the bark, his voice was low, with deliberately pretended arrogance in his tone: "Hey, old man, can you help me?"

Tian Yuan is trying to pretend to be dead to pass the test, [Wujo Satoru] did not get any response.

[Wujo Satoru] A distressed look appeared on his face, he rubbed his chin and thought for a long time, then he said to himself: "It doesn't seem very hospitable."

"Then let's change it, anyway, you've been cursed and spiritized." [Wujo Wu]'s mouth cracked even more, and the terrifying aura that was a curse poured out, making Tian Yuan tremble.

The words spoken again were full of hostility and warning: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not discussing, but giving you an order."

Unable to withstand the tremendous pressure, the thick tree trunk broke open a huge hole, the mantra on [Wujo Satoru] appeared even darker, and the blue eyes were covered with a thin layer of gray haze.

Curse spirits should submit to the king of curses.

"I think you've lived so long, you should be very smart, Tian Yuan."

After finishing speaking, the corners of [Wujo Wu]'s mouth curled into a line. After a while, he heard that Tian Yuan had finished struggling. He couldn't help coughing twice, and after making up his mind, he gave the answer he wanted.

"—"

Hearing the desired answer, [Gojo Satoru]'s expression slowed down again, and he smiled and said with satisfaction: "That's right, those who live longer are indeed smarter."

After Tian Yuan agreed, he plucked up the courage to take a peek at [Wujo Wu], only to see a lingering disgust in his eyes, and heard [Wujo Wu] laughing at himself: "Sure enough, the curse spirit is a kind of dirty A collection of evil thoughts."

Tian Yuan trembled, and turned his eyes to the darkness in the tree hole again, not wanting to speculate too much on [Wujo Satoru]'s thoughts, and prepared to be a tool man as quiet as a quail.

[Wujo Satoru] couldn't help thinking about it, he looked down on himself a little bit, while hating the curse spirit extremely, at the same time he used the identity of the curse spirit to do things to start his own plan.

But it doesn't matter, it's all about not repeating the same mistakes.

[Gojo Satoru] Scenes of splitting headaches flashed in his mind. Every time he recalled the past experience, the swamp called pain kept trying to pull him down and fall into the mud.

The familiar uncomfortable feeling made him firmer in his thoughts.

Everything must never happen again.

It was another morning when class was needed. In the classroom of the third grade of the junior high school, three students were doing their own things and waiting for the head teacher to arrive.

Ever since Gojo Satoru became a curse, Xia Youjie seldom fought with him, not even saying a few words unless necessary.

It's not bad at home, and I'm sitting in my seat admiring my newly applied nail polish yesterday.

On the surface, the current appearance of the three brats is easier to manage than when Gojo Satoru was normal.

But except for this trio, everyone else is more or less uneasy. They don't believe that [Wujo Satoru], who was originally a human being and couldn't help making troubles, will turn into a curse spirit and nothing will happen.

Qingyue herself doesn't know yet, everyone is waiting for the day when his vest will do something, Qingyue is trying to get other people's favor, but the longer he delays, the more people are secretly afraid that he is not What a big deal to do.

Qingyue, who didn't know anything about it, lay weakly on the desk. He had slept for a full ten hours since last night, but when he woke up this morning, he still felt as tired as if he had stayed up all night to do something big. no.

But fortunately, so far because of the overpowering ability of this vest, no one dares to question his behavior of continuing to attend classes swaggeringly as a curse spirit. Noctua Zhengdao also turned a blind eye to his actions in class, Allow him enough time to sleep in class.

Qingyue complained to No. 01 one after another in her heart: "Why do I have to wear a vest to attend morning classes after time travel?"

"If you don't want to go to class, you should pretend to take a mission out of school." No. 01 rolled his eyes mercilessly: "Your combat power is the ceiling of the entire magic world, not to mention that this vest also incorporates the double-faced Nuo of the King of Curses." The ability, 1+1>2 combat power, no one dares to stop you in whatever you do, but you make it a salty fish by making full use of it.”

Regarding Qingyue's practice of never going out of school after putting on her vest, No. 01 felt extremely overwhelmed.

It said with disgust: "You set out a mission, just find a few powerful first-level curse spirits and special-grade curse spirits to kill, and then pretend to inadvertently reveal your disgusting attitude towards curse spirits, and let them follow their brains." Let me guess, isn't the task immediately stable?"

The development that was under control gradually turned to an unknown direction. No. 01 was a little annoyed and instigated Qingyue to work hard: "This is the easiest way to complete the calculation. As long as this vest can be made miserable and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and let this The group of people expressed their sincere love for Wujo Satoru, and at the end you performed a suicide in front of them, and the task was completed.”

No. 01 must let Qingyue complete this mission and log out smoothly before its right to speak with Qingyue is completely deprived by [King of the Curse Gojo Satoru].

Qingyue refused, and he said with a little exaggeration: "No, no, I'm really afraid of the curse spirit."

"It's really too curious, you know how timid I am." Qingyue swallowed: "You didn't train me to improve my ability to resist fear, did you?"

No. 01 choked, and said slowly: "Before the next mission, I must let you train well."

The gnashing of teeth made Qingyue tremble twice, and she shuddered: "Hey, I'm just kidding."

He hurried to remedy: "But don't worry, I'm not a salted fish, but I have my own plan, which is definitely not worse than yours."

No. 01 didn't want to talk. He still remembered that Qingyue was still very active when he first started this mission. Now he is obviously affected by the awakened consciousness of the vest and doesn't know it.

Just when No. 01 was gnashing her teeth and Qingyue closed her eyes to catch up on sleep, Noctua walked in right way.

Before the class started, Ye Mozheng knocked on the podium, attracting the attention of three distracted students: "Ahem, from today onwards, we have a teaching assistant here, a teacher from outside, the purpose is to help improve everyone's culture class performance. "

The implication is that this teaching assistant is an ordinary person, don't embarrass him, and don't reveal his true identity.

After he finished speaking, he looked around, and after the three students below responded clearly, Ye Mozhengdao turned his head and signaled: "Please come in."

Cultural class results?

Does the college require this?

The high school who had been loosely managing the culture class suddenly invited a teaching assistant, and the three stopped their movements, sat up straight and looked out the door.

Kiyoshi Kashima, with an ordinary passer-by face, pushed the door unhurriedly into the classroom with a textbook and a light file bag in his arms.

He had a bad taste, and he planned to let this group of students who had never experienced the "bitterness" of learning experience the fear of normal high school students being dominated by cultural classes.

"Hello, I'm Kawashi Oshima, a teaching assistant specially sent by the Ministry of Education to this school."

"Not long ago, when the Ministry of Education conducted a survey, it was found that our school's enrollment rate and employment rate were worrying, so I was specially dispatched to help everyone strive to improve their learning standards."

Except for a very small number of students who graduated from colleges and universities, all of them went to become magicians. The admission rate and employment rate that can be revealed are infinitely close to zero.

It is indeed a good reason, and the entry point is very reasonable. These high-level conjurers have a little brains in playing dirty tricks.

Kashima Kiyoshi smiled weakly and harmlessly, but for no reason, it made the three students feel the coercion unique to the culture teacher, which is different from Noctua Zhengdao.

"In the next semester, I will work hard with everyone."

Unlike the previous attempts to escape, Kiyoshi Kashima regained his vitality after accepting the reality. His bad taste was aroused, and he started role-playing mini-games in the mission to adjust his life.

Taking out the three papers in the file bag, Kiyoshi Kashima smiled even brighter: "Time is tight and the task is heavy, and the self-introduction is over, then, let's take a basic test first."

"They are all very simple comprehensive questions, covering most of the subjects you are currently studying."

The three of them caught off guard and accepted the test paper distributed by Kiyoshi Kashima. Qingyue's years of study experience made him subconsciously pick up the pen and start working on the test paper.

No. 01 made a humane gesture of covering his face: "Ooc..."

It found out through Kashima Kiyoshi's disguise the first time Kashima Kiyoshi entered the door-fuck his teaching assistant, this is Kashima Kiyoshi!

Seeing that his host is still nesting with salted fish in the school, his family has confidently sneaked into the high school as a teaching assistant, and No. 01 is depressed to death.

"You..." She wanted to remind her, but she had no choice but to watch Qingyue complaining in her heart why there was still cultural class here, while starting to do the questions.

Qingyue seems to have forgotten his card as the king of curses, and obediently followed the other two students to do the questions.

No. 01 almost vomited blood, and it urged in a different way: "I don't care what you can do, just bring me up to the progress of the task as soon as possible 1

An accident happened, this sentence was not received by Qingyue, but was stopped by [Gotiao Satoru], No. 01 heard a disdainful sneer, followed by a cold and biting mocking voice:

"Heh, the task you want him to do is coming soon."

"I'll do it for you."

No. 01 shuddered when he heard the voice of the Cursed King.