pure love tyrant

Yinglan College.

Fujioka Haruhi was tidying up the textbooks on the table while looking at the neighbor.

The sea urchin-headed boy who was languid yesterday has returned to normal at this moment. His emerald green eyes are calm and calm, and he does not see the restless appearance of yesterday.

Fujioka Haruhi smiled and said, "It looks like the problem has been solved?"

The corner of Fu Heihui's mouth curled up slightly: "Yes."

At dinner time yesterday, Hui and Xun had a good chat.

The main reason for looking for life is because he is worried about his safety.

The strength of spell spirits in Tokyo area is higher than that of Sendai, and the number is denser than that of Sendai.Not to mention, there are many curse masters here, who are villains who kill without blinking an eye and have no moral bottom line.

When Xun told him these things, his dad who had been eating quietly seemed to be choking on the miso soup and kept coughing.

Seeing that Xun had to interrupt the conversation, and patted his father on the back, Hui Wuyu picked up a chopstick and started to eat ginger.

Dad is so stupid, he will be choked by such a big man.

Well, Xun’s fried ginger is still so delicious.

When Dad's cough stopped, the conversation continued.

Looking for Zhenghui, he had already discovered the problem, and he also had the intention of introspection. He didn't tell her just because he was afraid that she would worry, and most of his anger has subsided.

She knew that Hui had been a very sensible child since he was a child, and usually he would not be confused about major matters. This time such a big mistake happened, except for his own reasons, the rest was really a coincidence.

Later, while chatting and chatting, the topic turned to Dad.

Xun felt that Hui'er was negligent this time, and Shi Er was also responsible, because he gave Hui an inaccurate understanding that if he was strong enough, he didn't have to be afraid of anything.

Perhaps from a certain point of view, whether it is Hui or Maki Shinyi, they really have the confidence to say that they are very strong.

However, in the future, the battles they have to face are complex and changeable. Pure strength is important, but not absolute. Intelligence collection and countermeasure formulation are also indispensable.

When Xun was talking, my father kept silent, just looked at her quietly, and only after she finished speaking, he said: "When I was 12 years old, being strong enough meant everything. I can fight back if you hit me." When I go back, no one dares to miss my food."

Hui remembered very clearly that when his father said that, Xun froze all of a sudden.

"To think about the overall situation, I left the Buddhist monastery. When I was living outside to take on missions, I suffered a loss twice before I started to learn to analyze. At that time, I was almost an adult."

Dad said slowly,

"I didn't expect Hui to encounter such a troublesome situation at such a young age, um... I really didn't think about it..."

Before Dad could finish speaking, Xun hugged him tightly.

"Don't say any more, it's me, I take it for granted."

Shier's growth is abnormal.

He was found to have no magic power since birth, and unfair treatment fell on him.

Being regarded as a transparent person in the Buddhist monastery, Shi Er couldn't even get the simplest care and love, let alone get teaching from others.

Everything is groping by oneself, summing up a little bit of survival experience with wounds and pains.

Then, he taught Hui this valuable experience.

The experience is not so perfect, even lacking, but is that his fault?

It is too strict to pursue the figure of a perfect mentor in Mr. Shier who has not received normal education.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shir."

Dad seemed not expecting Xun to make such a move, and said strangely: "Why is Xun apologizing instead, and you are right."

Xun looked at him seriously: "But you can't blame you for something that Mr. Shier doesn't even know, that's not fair."

Dad was stunned, his eyes lit up when he saw it, and he hugged Xun back, happily.

Hui couldn't bear to look directly away.

Hey, the coquettish dad didn't even look at it.

Xun's arm rested on top of her father's head. She rested her chin and thought for a while before expressing her thoughts.

"Let's do this. Mr. Shi Er thinks that he has not thought about it, and Hui also needs to reflect on it. So starting tomorrow, Mr. Shi Er will accompany Hui to practice for an hour. Mr. Shi Er will make up for your negligence in teaching, and Hui will continue to exercise strength. What do you think?"

Dad touched his chin and looked at him jokingly: "Okay, I'm fine."

He didn't want to agree, but Xun seemed to be looking forward to it, and Hui finally nodded: "Then please dad." Isn't it just a beating?Get used to it next to each other.

Xun clapped her hands together and let out a crisp "snap". She said happily, "Great! Perfect solution!" Then she rolled up her sleeves and quickly picked up the dishes on the table.

"let me help you."

Shi Er stood up and followed. When passing by Hui, he casually grabbed a handful of his son's fried hair.

"Let's get stronger."

Seeing Dad and Xun in the kitchen washing and wiping each other tacitly, Hui wiped his nose and retreated.

Well, let's call the Jade Dog out for a hug later.

The memory ends.

Fu Heihui sighed with emotion, "I'm not angry anymore. But punishment is still indispensable."

He looked at Fujioka Haruki with a little apology: "Because of this incident, I was forbidden to accept the mission. Now, I must first complete the spell course, and then find a suitable partner before I can accept the mission again." Earn pocket money.

"I promised you before, two missions to pay back the 800 million debts, maybe... going to break my promise." The sea urchin-headed boy turned his head embarrassingly at the mouth he boasted.

Haruhi Fujioka was startled, and then smiled warmly: "Student Fuhei, you don't have to feel guilty about this at all. I am already grateful for your willingness to lend a helping hand."

"There is another piece of news that when I returned 500 million to the male public relations department, Senior Huan apologized for their unauthorized follow-up and canceled my debt."

Fu Heihui was a little surprised.

This group of rich second generations from the male public relations department performed well in the dangerous field of mantra spirits, calm and calm, obeying orders and not acting recklessly, which made Fu Heihui look at them with admiration.

As if rich kids aren't all bad guys.

Here should be the son of a Buddhist monastery.

Fu Heihui nodded: "No debt, congratulations."

Haruhi Fujioka: "It's still thanks to Fukuro-san's help."

The two smiled at each other.

"Find the target."

A flat and unwavering voice came from the side of the two of them, and when they turned their heads, it was the twins of Hitachi-in, who were always inseparable from each other.

All four of them were dressed in black suits and sunglasses, so cool.

After the words fell, the twins clamped Fu Heihui on one left and one on the right, and Takashi Takashi held up Haruhi Fujioka from his armpit.

Nezhizuka Mitsukuni, who was lying on the shoulder of Yuzhizuka Takashi, shouted: "Boss is welcome, please come with us!"

Then the four of them quickly ran away from the classroom with two question marks on their heads.

Pushing open the European-style carved door, this time it is no longer rose petals flying all over the sky, replaced by the lonely moonlight and a slightly sad saxophone.

Fu Heihui had the experience of watching B-grade movies at the age of ten. Looking at the scene full of instant vision, he tried: "Godfather?"

Fujioka Haruhi quietly: "What is that?"

"A film about the Italian black, hand, party, church, father."

As soon as this side finished explaining, the big red leather sofa with its back facing them turned around. He was wearing a three-piece suit, a gold chain pocket watch on his chest, and Xu Wanghuan with a deep expression appeared in front of the two of them.

"Fu Heihui, I admire you very much. You are not worthy of your identity as a magician. Come to me. My male public relations department needs you."

"Ah? I'm not a magician." After dropping a bomb, Fu Heihui continued, "Also, I don't join the club. After school, I want to go home and receive training."

Xu Wanghuan lost the blackness and deepness of his hands in a second, like a hundred thousand whys, with his hands on the table, asking questions like a cannonball.

"Why are you not a conjurer? Wu said that your strength is at least quasi-special. Training? What kind of training? Is it the training of a conjurer? How to train, shouting and blowing the whistle to make the dogs and rabbits that appeared that day go through the ring of fire, Run up the stairs?"

A big drop of sweat slid down from Fu Heihui's forehead: "It's all about what!"

The twins who supported him spoke up: "We all know it from home. The world of conjuration, curses, conjurers. Xiaohui is the most powerful wave among conjurers, so powerful, Xiaohui! No, brother Fuhei !"

Fu Heihui: "Hey! What kind of strange name is this!"

Feng Jingye adjusted his glasses and pointed at him: "You have seen our theme today, which is black, hands, and the party. And you, Fu Heihui, whether it is sharp eyesight or refusal to be thousands of miles away You are the most suitable for your stern temperament!"

Fu Heihui: "No, I think you are suitable." Especially when the glasses reflect light.

Fujioka Haruhi said calmly: "Just get used to it, this is the daily operation of the male public relations department."

Fu Heihui: "..." You are also very good at adapting to them.

He broke free from the grip of the twins, and glanced at everyone: "Do you all want to know?"

Yinglan's favorite nods wildly.

——Fu Heihui's science popularization time about whether he is a magician——

"...Understood, I'm just an ordinary person with spells, not a magician registered in the magic world. It can't be confused."

"As for the training, you just treat it as a fitness exercise. After the explanation, I'm going home."

He simply turned around and left.

Everyone in Yinglan exchanged a look.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Haruhi Fujioka's mouth twitched: Here we go again.

Sure enough, in the next second, I saw Xu Wanghuan posing in a pose, and said in a deep tone: "In order to win a potential newcomer, it is also necessary to understand the other party's past, let's go, let's visit Xiao Huina Mysterious home."

Gemini immediately: "Follow boss, your order is the direction of our actions."

Fujioka Haruhi raised his forehead: "Hey——"

The home in Sendai has its own training ground, and Tokyo is a temporary rented house.If father and son want to practice their hands, they must choose a place.

Shi'er wandered around the surrounding area, picked out an abandoned factory that was full of curse spirits, went in and picked up a second-level curse spirit with two knives, and sent the location to his son.

Then, Yinglan and his party stood in front of the spooky abandoned factory building, and the horror experience of that night came to mind instantly.

Fu Heihui compared the location on the phone, "Well, this is it." Then he walked in first.A group of people did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly followed.

"Yo, did you bring your friends here to let them appreciate your miserable situation? Hui."

A tall man with super-sized muscles, wearing a tight black exercise suit and white wide-leg pants, sitting on a machine covered with rust, his green eyes, which are the same color as Fu Heihui's but deeper, glanced at Yinglan and his party, and said: There was an unintelligible laugh.

This smile moved the scar at the corner of his mouth, adding a bit of evil to that handsome face.

Fu Heihui ignored Shi Er's ridicule, turned to look at Ying Lan and the others who were sluggish, and said in a flat tone: "You stand a little farther away later, and I will fight with my father later, and the scope will be a bit large."

The eyes of the twins frantically moved between Shi Er and Hui, and then, confused: "Xiao Hui, why is your father so strong and you so thin?"

Hui, who was hit by an arrow in the knee, was expressionless, with a cloud on his face: "Because my dad is a gorilla."

When Fu Heihui got into a fight with his muscular father who was not easy to mess with at first glance, Yinglan and his party understood why Xiaohui said that the range would be so large.

Hui's father swept across with a knife, and a fan-shaped area more than ten meters wide was formed around it.

Megumi made a gesture, and the ground instantly split open, and the crack extended to their feet.

It's risky to be on the sidelines.

Seeing the smoke and dust billowing in the middle of the battle, and the scene where the classmate and his father were fighting, everyone's hearts were in unison.

What kind of training is this!

Which family's training is the same as yours, tearing the machine by hand at every turn, lightning and thunder at every turn!