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A black semicircle covers the ground, and the enchantment 'tent' separates the magic world from the ordinary world, forming a hidden barrier.

In the 'tent', three high school students who received the task to exorcise the curse spirit have already entered it.With two super magicians plus one level, the assistant supervisor was relieved early.

However, he was relieved too early.

Two energetic high school students suddenly had a whim when expelling the curse and competed on who expelled more. Dazai Osamu, who came here and called it "long experience" but actually paddled everywhere, was happy and leisurely behind.In the case that Wujo couldn't get better, they were tied in the competition process, and at this time there was only the last curse spirit on the scene.

In order to fight for the last curse spirit, the two of them fought on the spot.

The curse spirit beside him trembled, and kept moving towards the exit, and finally bumped into Osamu Dazai who was resting against the wall with his eyes closed.

The two people who were fighting turned their heads, one with white hair and blue eyes and the other with small black eyes, they saw it clearly.

Soon, with a 'slap', the curse spirit disappeared.

And the culprit, Dazai Osamu, rubbed his exposed kite eyes, his face was full of confusion, as if he didn't know anything.

Gojo Satoru stared at the mantra remaining on the bandaged palm, as if staring at the victory he should have had.

After a long while, Gojo Wu said, "Jie, look, did the curse spirit not get rid of completely?"

Xia Youjie, who stopped fighting like Gojo Satoru, shook his head: "It's already very clean."

Gojo Satoru: "No, Six Eyes told me that it wasn't cleansed!"

Then Xia Youjie watched helplessly as his older child classmate Gojo Satoru drove away the sleepy Dazai Osamu, and sent a 'Cang' towards the place where the curse spirit existed just now.

As the ground shook for a while, the assistant supervisor turned his head and saw the gradually disappearing 'tent' and completely flattened residential buildings.

The assistant supervisor was stunned for a while, and then reacted belatedly.

"Didn't you say it's better to be quieter!" He couldn't help but exclaimed.

But when he arrived at the scene, the three students who should have stayed where they were and got on the auxiliary supervision vehicle to go back to school were all gone.

...

With the whistling wind in his ears, Osamu Dazai stared at the ever-changing ground with his eyelids shrugged, with 'unhappy' written all over his body.He was picked up by Xia Youjie and carried on his shoulder, and he was forced to escape from under the eyes of the assistant supervisor together with two 'classmates'.

Osamu Dazai, who was not interested in running with his two classmates, couldn't break free from Xia Youjie's arm, and gave up struggling somewhat.

"Worse than a runt with a mind full of violence," he muttered.

That's why he didn't want to face the conjurer head-on, each one of them had weirdly good physical strength.

After throwing the auxiliary supervisor away, and ensuring that they would not hear the assistant supervisor's reprimand, the two teenagers stopped in their tracks.Xia Youjie put down Dazaizhi from his shoulders, and Dazaizhi almost fell down when he stepped on the ground.

After finally holding on to the nearby tree to stand firm, Dazai Osamu murmured as if summoning his soul: "Sure enough, it's better to die directly..."

I feel dizzy and want to vomit.

With his stomach resting on his shoulders, the pitifully small amount of food in his stomach swayed overwhelmingly, wishing he could just gush out of the esophagus and spit it out.

"The physique is so poor, what kind of weak JK are you?" Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses, revealing his blue pupils.

"Suddenly do something inexplicable, what kind of idiot DK are you?" Osamu Dazai turned his head and met that gaze.

The two stared at each other, not giving in to each other.Xia Youjie, who was standing on the side, looked at Wujo Gojo, looked at Osamu Dazai, and spread his hands.

If the two can get along well, Xia Youjie will stand upside down and eat the magic ball.

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, patted his shirt, and took care of the places that might be dusty.He has a fascination with college uniforms, and would rather wear his own three-piece suit to school every day than wear a school uniform.

"I'm not interested in sweets, and I'm not interested in you, so let's go first." He said, preparing to leave with a perfunctory face.

Xia Youjie on the side remembered what he had said to Gojo Satoru before the mission, and smiled, his eyes looked like two curved lines.

Yes, it was Gojo Satoru's plan from the beginning - he just couldn't accept that Dazai Osamu continued to isolate him, so he had to take the initiative!

And Xia Youjie naturally reached a consensus with Wujo Wu on the same front.

At this point he pointed out a very important thing.

"Student Dazai, if you go back now, you will be punished by Teacher Noctua."

The assistant supervisor will definitely tell Ye Mo Zhengdao what they have done, and when they go back at this time, they will definitely meet the head teacher who is angry.

Hearing this, Dazai was silent for a moment.

Even a social animal like him has things he is unwilling to do, such as reporting, such as reviewing.

He sighed as Gojo Satoru hoped: "You have won."

In fact, even if it took time to go back, he still had to write, but if he delayed, he could take the time to throw all the responsibility on these two simple students.When he went back in the afternoon, there would only be two people who needed to write a review, and he didn't have to write at all.

This is what he thought of when Wujo Wu was demolished.

Osamu Dazai looked at the two tall young men, as if he was fancying Ye No. [-] and No. [-], the writer of his future written assignments.

Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, who were unaware of this, led Dazai Osamu who had a bad intention, and the three walked towards the dessert shop that Gojo Satoru strongly recommended.

Along the way, Osamu Dazai kept his hand on the phone keyboard and blindly typed a small report to shirk responsibility.By the time the store sat down, he had just hit send.

Gojo Satoru took the menu and checked his favorite desserts, while introducing what he chose.Xia Youjie looked at the wan-eyed boy in front of him, and he could tell that he was not interested in desserts.After Wujo Wu had chosen something, Xia Youjie raised the topic he wanted to ask.

"What did Dazai-san want to do in the college?" He had wanted to ask this for a long time.

It's not like someone who came to learn something. He didn't listen carefully to the class and didn't participate in the exercise.

Out of pity for the ghostwriter, Osamu Dazai answered this unimportant question evasively: "If you are discovered, you will come."

He raised his eyelids and looked at the excited Gojo Satoru. Although the dessert shop was surrounded by sticky young couples or female high school students, this tall young man was not obtrusive at all.

But he is a 'noble' who was born in the imperial family of the curse world: "If you don't obey the orders of the higher-ups, you will be labeled as a curse master, right?"

Gojo Satoru received it casually, as usual: "Yeah, those old oranges on the upper floors like to do this kind of thing."

"Aren't curse masters evil spell masters?" Xia Youjie was stunned for a moment and asked.

In his impression, every curse master has done extremely excessive cases.

"Mostly, but there are also conjurers who disobey orders and are directly regarded as curse masters." Wujo Wuxi said as usual, "This is a common method used by those old guys."

As long as they don't obey orders, they will be regarded as heretics and eradicated. This is the most effective way to stubbornly maintain their status.

Never heard of such a thing before, Xia Youjie paused.

Besides the three of them, there are many customers in the dessert shop, like female high school students having dinner together, like couples exuding the smell of pink bubbles in pairs, they are all ordinary people without exception. The coterie of magicians is completely different.

And the topics discussed here are completely different from what ordinary people talk about.

"Obviously the number of manpower is too small to be sufficient, but we are still working on internal conflicts." The mahogany-colored dining table in front of us reflected the lights shining like stars on it, and Osamu Dazai said softly, "It's very interesting, you magic world."

Gojo Satoru curled his lips: "It's as if you're not here."

Immediately afterwards, he became serious again: "But if you want to leave, there is no problem. After all, Jie and I are the strongest. It is still possible to let the students return to normal society."

"...Wu, what time did we play games last night?" Suddenly, Xia Youjie asked other questions.

Gojo Satoru was distracted: "Three o'clock, why do you ask this suddenly?"

Xia Youjie looked hesitantly at the wine glass on his table, and then at the side: "I feel like I'm dazzled."

Gojo Satoru followed Xia Youjie's line of sight and looked over.

"Why did I see a tall classmate Dazai over there." Xia Youjie said.

In the booth next door, a young man in a sand-colored windbreaker knelt on the ground, elegantly holding a lady's hand with one hand, and pressing the other on his chest.A gesture like a marriage proposal.

"Oh~beautiful person~ I finally understand the meaning of my birth—meeting you!" He closed his eyes and smiled intoxicated as if he was in heaven.

"Can you strangle me with these delicate and white hands?" The young man in the sand-colored windbreaker continued.

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, looked at the young man in the sand-colored windbreaker with blue and beautiful pupils like the sky, and then at his own 'classmate'.

Then he stretched out his hand and pinched Xia Youjie's thigh next to him.

"Jay, does it hurt?" He asked.

Xia Youjie said politely: "Please pinch your thigh, Wu." Then he pushed away Wu's disturbing hands.

Talking with him at the same time was the eye-catching young man in a sand-colored windbreaker.

"Look who I found~" He put down the hand of the lady who was grinning from ear to ear, put his hands in his waist pockets and turned around, the windbreaker fluttered lightly and was very light.

The young man smiled at the boy.

The 16-year-old boy who was treated friendly raised his head and stared blankly at the chandelier above his head, as if he wanted to wrap his head around the thread on the chandelier.

"Too bad," he said.