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

"The blond-haired guardian has fully realized what it's like to have a dog not trust him."

Fushiguro Megumi was lying on the teacher's desk absently writing homework, her cute face turned into a wooden fish face.

To be honest, when the head teacher wanted to notify the parents, he felt a little regretful. But it didn't mean that he regretted beating people. He just said that if Mr. Gojo came, there would be a high probability that things would become more troublesome.

But it is impossible to tolerate it. Anyone who bullies Tsumeki should be taught a lesson.

But he obviously thought that he would just be talked to or punished by the teacher. For this reason, he deliberately controlled his strength. Although it hurt, it would not cause any physical damage.

But after all, Hyōtei's teacher actually liked to call her parents.

...There is simply no martial ethics.

But Mr. Gojo has been very busy, so it's normal that he can't come, Fushiguro Megumi imagined.

"Megumin."

A familiar voice sounded, breaking the child's last illusion. Fushiguro Megumi suddenly raised her head, her fierce expression seemed to be frozen for a moment: "Azawa?"

He looked back at the teacher who had already stood up, dropped his pen and jumped off the chair. When he thought of inviting parents, his subconscious move to get closer suddenly froze.

No, don't be too lucky, this person... is not necessarily better than Mr. Gojo, Fushiguro Megumi warned herself.

"Why are you here?" Fushiguro Megumi asked quietly. At first glance, she thought he was dissatisfied with Atobe Keizawa's appearance.

No, you can come as soon as you come. Why are the parents bringing the parents? Fushiguro Megumi glanced at Atobe Keigo behind the guardian.

He was obviously aware of Atobe Keigo's existence, and he was not surprised when the guardian appeared with Atobe-senpai.

...it just feels more troublesome.

"Because the teacher said you got into a fight and asked your parents to come. Satoru is on a business trip today." Atobe Keizawa explained to him in a low voice, and vigorously rubbed his black hair that was sticking up in all directions.

"them……"

"Ah——Fushiguro Megumi, who was fighting with children, how did you feel after the fight? Dad, I am very——worried."

There was a bit of amusement in the adult's words, Fushiguro Megumi, Fushiguro Megumi's face turned a little more foul, and he even subtly moved away from Atobe Kagezawa.

Atobe Keizawa felt that what he wanted to express was "please don't disgust me", but the blond-haired adult pretended not to understand.

"Okay, I know." Atobe Kagezawa pinched Fushiguro Megumi's soft cheek flesh. Since the chef was changed, the little guy's skin has been kept white and clean, with some baby fat still remaining on his face: "Leave the rest to me."

"Hello Teacher Sakurai, I am Atobe Kagezawa, Fushiguro Megumi's parent. I'm sorry to disturb you." Atobe Kagezawa held Fushiguro Megumi's hand and turned to the teacher who was doubting himself.

Hyōtei's teachers are more or less experienced people. After all, any student in the class may be someone's son-in-law or a little princess.

In most cases, these children are the ones that teachers cannot afford to mess with.

But at the same time, Hyokui is indeed very secure, probably because many consortiums have shares. At least as long as Hyokui's teachers stick to their duties, base themselves on justice and love their students, then the school will be the teachers' greatest confidence.

Teacher Sakurai: But no one came to tell him why he invited Atobe Keigo to the parent-teacher conference.

Wasn't this student named Fushiguro born into an ordinary family? Didn't you just force your way into Hyokui based on your academic performance?

Teacher Sakurai's eyes passed through the people in the front row, one large and one small, and fell on the flamboyant Atobe Keigo, but he hesitated to speak.

"Sakurai-sensei?"

"Ah... Mr. Atobe, yes, I invited you to come to school." Teacher Sakurai came back to his senses and forced his attention away from Keigo Atobe who was standing at the door.

But the Emperor of the Ice Emperor was so big and standing there alone, how on earth could he ignore it? ? ?

Especially this man who claims to be Fushiguro Megumi’s patriarch. His surname is also Atobe, right? He obviously looks a lot like Atobe Keigo-san, right?

Although she knew from the beginning that Fushiguro Megumi's parents' surname was Atobe, she didn't even think about it. After all, she had never heard of other children in the Atobe family.

Teacher Sakurai's head hurts.

"It's like this. When class was over in the fourth period this morning, Fushiguro-san had a conflict with another kid in our class. A passing student reported it. According to the reporter, it was Fushiguro-san who... made the move first. hand."

The matter has reached this point, and the teacher has nothing to do, and according to the surveillance, it is indeed Fushiguro Megumi who did it.

"That's it." Atobe Keizawa's smile fell: "Then why did the teacher ask us to come? Or what is the student's request?"

"This..." Teacher Sakurai glanced at Megumi Fushiguro in embarrassment, and said as businesslike as possible: "If possible, I can just ask Fushiguro-san to apologize. In fact, I didn't really hurt my classmates."

"But if you do something, you do it, right? After all, you are beating a classmate... Don't worry, we will definitely apologize when it's time to apologize." Atobe Keizawa chuckled and put his hand on Fushiguro Megumi's head.

The child's face looked extremely foul, but he was unusually quiet. Even if Atobe Kagezawa said that he beat his classmates, he did not waver at all, and he did not even move the hand holding the hem of the adult's clothes.

"I don't want to apologize." Little Fushiguro Megumi suddenly said.

He was so calm that Atobe Keigo, who was standing at the door, took a second look at him. The expressions of the older one and the younger one were really similar at this moment.

The adults didn't take this matter seriously, and the younger ones also looked indifferent.

Only this young teacher is exerting the strongest coordination and communication skills in his life.

It's a pity that the focus of this father-son pair is wrong.

"Okay, no one has to force Megumin to apologize." Atobe Keizawa squatted down and started to coax Zaizai: "Aren't we coordinating..."

"I know, I mean, I won't apologize." Fushiguro Megumi's hand holding the hem of her clothes tightened and then relaxed quickly, her tone still calm.

Oops! Atobe Keizawa grinned.

"You're not old, you have a bad temper."

He scooped up the little cub into his arms with one big hand, ruthlessly ruffling his sea urchin-like hair until it turned into a chicken nest, but he still did not put Fushiguro Megumi down.

He quietly leaned close to the child's ear, as if whispering, but in fact everyone present could hear it.

"In that case, Megumin, why don't you tell me secretly?"

At the end, he didn’t forget to show off his trump card: “If you don’t tell me, I will tell the lovely Sister Tsumeki!”

"..." Fushiguro Megumi was indifferent, and then said decisively for a second: "Don't tell her."

"Ok?"

"That person always comes to trouble me for some unknown reason, but he can't beat me, so he just wants to get back the situation from Tsumiki." Fushiguro Megumi's smelly little face showed disgust.

The facts did not exceed Atobe Keizawa's guess.

Even Fushiguro Megumi, who was able to swindle all the pocket money from a passing stray cat just by pinching his throat, meowing meow, how could this little cub with a heart as soft as cotton hurt a weaker cub? .

Besides... Atobe Kageze's eyes flashed. The two huskies behind this boy were almost dying of grievance. They wished they could be scolded on behalf of their little master. At this moment, they were almost climbing up Atobe Kageze's trouser legs. .

Atobe Kagezawa pursed his lips and threw the dog away calmly. The blond Mr. Guardian fully realized what it felt like even the dog didn't trust him.

Tsk, let’s go back and bake.

Gouzi:......