Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"If he continues to believe in this bastard Gojo Satoru, he will be a dog!"

As expected, the enrollment situation in the second half of this year is very good. Not to mention the students who are planning to report until the start of next year, the transfer students in the second half of the year have already reached a new high.

It is indeed a reversal of the spell, and enrollment is really convenient.

Today's magic world is also worried about the day when it will be abandoned by home doctors.

However, the problem that has arisen with the sudden increase in the number of students is the uneven allocation of teacher resources. Not to mention Nanami Kento, who has been put aside after the fourth grade, other grades are also full.

Of course, this is from the perspective of the magic world.

Therefore, the idle Fuhe Shi'er ushered in his Nth job - to be a physical arts teacher in Curse Gao.

Fuhei Shi'er refused. How could he, a majestic and tyrant, teach a group of unweaned babies? Can you withstand his punch?

But Gojo Satoru gave too much.

Fuheishi'er: ...It's really too much, even better than being a pretty boy.

In the early morning of the next day, the scarred Tian and the tyrant, the warlock killer, got up earlier than the chickens. When they reached the height of the curse, their genius was bright.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were falling in circles at the bottom of the trees. Fushiguro stood on the empty high school playground and took a deep sip. Damn it, if he ever believed in this bastard Gojo Satoru, he would be a dog!

As for Gojo Satoru, although he made up a random arrival time, he really didn't expect that the famous Sky and Tyrant would really not know the school time for normal students...

Which school starts classes at five in the morning? ? ?

However, what is more coincidental is that Fushihei, who has never read the book, really does not know.

When he was still at Chanyuan's house, it was very normal to go out for training in the early morning, let alone five o'clock. How did he know that today's students are so delicate? ?

The chickens are already up, how dare they sleep?

Will the cursed spirit let them sleep until 7:30 in the morning when they go on a mission? ?

tui——I’m used to it.

He was scolded, but Fushiheiji still didn't give up his job. Without him, again, Gojo Satoru gave too much.

He found a big tree that pleased his eyes, ran up to it and found the right spot. It was still early, and he wasn't picky. He could close his eyes and relax if he was given a tree.

When it finally dawned, the first-year students had already arrived on the playground one after another, including a few transfer students who had never been to class before. They looked at Fuheishier curiously.

In the battle with the astral body, Tian Yu, the tyrant who stabbed Gojo Satoru and "killed" the astral body, is famous far and wide. This group of young people born in aristocratic families, regardless of the name of the Yusan family, has a certain influence on ordinary people without magical power. Even though they looked down upon them, they could still recognize the complete form of Tian and Jushu.

Not to mention the students who have been in the high school for a period of time. They have been beaten so violently that they can no longer raise their pride no matter how much they have. Let alone Fuhei Shier, even if the assistant supervisor is replaced, they will not dare to speak harshly. .

Anyone with the title of Tokyo Conjuring High School is protected by those gorilla-like students.

Although they are angry when they say it, they feel a deep sense of belonging when they think that they are also the ones treated specially by their seniors.

——That’s how special it is to be treated by three super bosses. It’s great to be able to come to Tokyo to curse.

"Why are you here?" Atobe Kagezawa, who slowly walked to the playground, said hello to Fushihe Shiji from a distance. Thinking of the recent shortage of people in the college, he also reacted: "Wu Rang Are you here?"

"The boss said hello, how could you not come?" The black-haired man fell silently from the tree like a vigorous panther.

"I told you I wouldn't come." Atobe Keizawa stood next to him with Xianhe on his back and yawned. At this time, the first-grade students on the playground had already begun to warm up spontaneously, but their gossipy eyes were still secretly poking at him. He glanced at Fuhei Shier.

"It is said that you were tricked? Did you lose all your glory?"

"It's not lost, but it can't be used for the time being. It was damaged by the curse. I don't know if it can be repaired." Atobe Keizawa spread his hands and did not explain whether he was tricked, but the damage to the shadow was. To be honest, when Xia Youjie brought it back, the blade had very obvious cracks and the scabbard was even shattered.

"It's time to change. That knife restricts you."

"Just use your hands smoothly. Besides, there is no time to let me open up and hit."

There are very few situations that require the full power of a super-level magician. The magic tool is just a convenient way of output for Atobe Kagezawa. The most important thing is that the magic tool allows him to avoid directly touching extremely dirty objects with his bare hands. Curse spirit.

It can be said that without the limitation of Liu Ying's curse, Atobe Keizawa's fists would be more destructive, so when he fought with his classmates, he never took out Liu Ying.

Because it doesn’t hurt enough to hit him :)

Fushiguro glanced at the uninterested boy. He was just curious about what could make Atobe Keizawa suffer, but it was obvious that now was not the time to gossip.

"So, what do these brats do with me?" Fuhei Shi'er grinned ferociously and glanced at the students running circles around the playground.

"If you do too much, remember to notify Glass in advance to come and watch them." Atobe Keizawa reminded: "Not everyone is as resilient as you."

He only said that he would notify Glass, but he did not say that he should not go too far. All the students on the playground shivered, and the cold wind blew from nowhere and the temperature dropped so quickly.

So Fuhei understood it instantly.

"You can't do what you did when you were sparring with me. It would really kill someone." Atobe Keizawa saw his intention at a glance and corrected helplessly: "Just find the limit and improve it little by little. "

Tsk, mother-in-law.

Fushiguro thought his employer was too verbose, so he ditched him and walked towards the center of the playground. The students had already seen Atobe Kagezawa and him chatting happily, and they naturally understood that this was today's physical arts teacher. So he stopped running and approached Fuheisher.

Atobe Keizawa stood there for a while, making sure that Fushiguro was getting along well with the students (?), but in the harmonious atmosphere that had already spread all over the floor in three minutes, he turned around and left without conscience.

Gojo Satoru went on a mission again. I guess he probably had no follow-up arrangements for Fushiguro Shiji, so he had to go through the entry procedures.

Both of these seniors have pretty good abilities, and the senior singer is even more beautiful, kind-hearted, and has a strong sense of responsibility. She is simply the perfect candidate to be a teacher.

I just don’t know if she is still willing to go to the same school as Satoru...

Atobe Keizawa sent a message to the two seniors respectively, asking them about their graduation destinations, and politely expressed his invitation to them to stay in school.

[If Gojo Satoru gets out right away. ——An Singing Girl】

He put away his phone. Very good. It seems that Satoru's influence is too great and the singer-senpai can't fight for it.

Even before he graduated, he began to worry about being a mother. Atobe Kagezawa was also a little bit heartbroken for him, but considering that he had been idle for so long without being dragged out to go on a mission, it was not easy for him to take care of trivial matters. Not too much.

When he finally completed the entry procedures for Fushiguro Shiji, and worked hard to survive until lunch time under the glare of Teacher Noctua, Atobe Kagezawa took out the cell phone that was ringing with great difficulty.

Xiaojing?

At this time, he no longer cared about being a good student. The blond student thrust Fushiki Shiji's employment materials into his teacher's hands, instantly entered a blind state, and began to apply oil on the soles of his feet.

Perfect balance between work and life.

Atobe Keizawa gave himself a thumbs up.