Spell Corrosion

Liyuan Women's Academy is located on the outskirts of Tokyo. In a sense, it is somewhat similar to the high school of conjuration that uses the name of a Buddhist academy as a cover.

At least the choice of location is surprisingly consistent.

And according to Gojo Satoru, there are almost no holidays in this school, and you need to report when you come in and out, which is similar to the conjuration college that works overtime all year round.

Nakahara Zhongya held the suitcase in one hand, quietly followed the students who were called by the nun in charge to lead the way, and walked deep along the forest path while observing the school, which was also located in the deep mountains.

Although the environment is quiet, the eyes are full of greenery in summer, and even the forest blocks the scorching sun, but this school looks like a living prison isolated from the world.

"Well, my name is Mariko Hoshino, and I'm a third-year Class A student in the same class as you." The short-haired girl who looked about [-] or [-] years old introduced herself in a low voice, and at the same time carefully aimed at Chuya Nakahara, who was one step behind her.

They heard the rumors yesterday that the Wutiao family, which is located on the top floor of the famous family, will transfer in a young lady today. They don't know who will be so lucky, or unlucky, to be assigned to the same dormitory as the young lady.

In this hierarchical school, class divisions are very obvious.You must know that although Liyuan is known as a noble school, there are also many students here who are only from wealthy families. They have rich family properties but no corresponding political status, so they cannot be called famous families.

And Mariko Hoshino happened to be of such a background.

What should those real noble ladies be like?

Prior to this, Hoshino Mariko had conceived.

It should be very enviable, right?For example, they must have a luxurious room comparable to a princess of a country, food and clothing are all royal standards, and even the tea and water are served by handsome and handsome deacons.

However, these assumptions were drawn with a bright red cross in his head by Mariko for some reason when he saw Nakahara Chuya.

I really don't want to say the name...

But the gentlemanly demeanor made him unable to do it because Gojo Satoru, that bastard, angered a woman, especially a woman who was seven or eight years younger than him...

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Zhong Yuanzhong also remembered the fact that he was forced to become a middle school student as an adult.

"In five articles, don't call me by my last name, just call me by my first name."

"Okay, then I'll call you Chuya-chan?" As soon as Mariko said this, Nakahara's whole body stiffened a bit, and the right hand holding the suitcase lever squeezed hard, accidentally breaking the strong lever.

The obvious crisp breaking sound made the girl turn her head in doubt.

Zhongyuan Zhong also tried to maintain a superficial calmness, "It's okay to be in the middle."

With her hands behind her back, Mariko suddenly turned around and walked backwards, her dark brown eyes met Chuya Nakahara's curiously, "Eh? But wouldn't that sound like a boy's name?"

Because it was originally a boy's name!

Zhong Yuanzhong also frowned and reminded her, "Hey, this is very dangerous."

"It's okay, I've walked this road many times, and it doesn't matter if you close your eyes." Mariko stuck out the tip of her tongue playfully, looking lively and cute, "Chuya is different from what I imagined."

Whether it is the wording of speech or the posture of walking, they are different from those pretentious young ladies in their class.

"Obviously super good-looking, but it looks like..." Mariko lowered her head as if looking for a suitable wording, "Very handsome!"

That's right, this is it!

"It feels like I came from a martial arts family that advocates the spirit of bushido, even walking is very imposing!" Mariko's eyes lit up, and the more she said, the more she felt that what she said was right, "No wonder they all said that they were also favored by the five patriarchs. next successor."

After listening to this sentence, Zhongyuan Zhong also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this sentence did not stop at the strange place of "no wonder they all said that they are also people who are favored by Patriarch Wutiao".

That's right, Gojo Satoru is not so blatantly mad. After all, the "girl" named "Gojo Chuya" is only "14 years old" this year according to the false certificate he made.

"They? The nun told you about my transfer in advance?"

"Ah!" Mariko covered her mouth, and then realized that she had said something wrong, "No, not a nun." After hesitating for two seconds, the girl stopped, "Can you pretend that you didn't hear it?"

"why?"

The trolley case and the footsteps stopped together. After the sound of the rolling wheels and footsteps disappeared, only the rustling wind remained in the quiet forest path.The temperature had already started to drop at this time, and Mariko couldn't help shivering when she met those cobalt blue eyes.

She had never seen such eyes, sharp enough to cut through all falsehoods.

"If you let Xue Nai and the others know what I said..." Mariko gritted the soft flesh on her lower lip with her teeth, and her lively and cheerful expression just now became nervous, "I will be called away by the teacher."

——Liyuan Women's College recently had a number of students whose temperaments have changed drastically.

Noctua's words flashed through Zhongya's mind for no reason.

Zhongyuan Zhong also supported the trolley case with a broken handle, and put his weight on his right leg. Although his posture was relaxed, he secretly raised his vigilance.

When Gojo Satoru sent him to the gate of the Liyuan, he asked him if he had sensed the existence of the curse spirit.

These uninterrupted missions allowed him to gradually figure out his own sensing ability.

From the lowest level four to the highest special level, his sensory sensitivity increases in order.Unless there are a large number of the weakest fourth level, he can only detect it within 100 meters, and the special level - as long as there is one in this academy, it is impossible for him not to feel it.

"No, there are no super-level curse spirits here."

This was the answer Nakahara Chuya gave Gojo Satoru at that time.

"You have to be careful in that." At that time, Gojo Satoru was holding the door of the car, lowered his head to help him tidy up the curled ends of his hair, and lowered his voice, "This matter may not be done by the magic spirit, no matter how intelligent it is. , they are not human after all.”

The breath in the ears pulled away as Gojo Satoru raised his body, and the nun who came to greet him walked right in front of them.

"Which teacher?" Zhong Yuan Zhong also asked, "I heard Wu said that there are many rules in Liyuan. Does it include corporal punishment?"

"Why, it's just that you will be punished for copying the school rules. The teacher is not a monster."

Mariko smiled.

Nakahara Chuya's gaze stayed on the torn skin of the girl's lower lip.

The gap was turned outwards, and the rough teeth tearing made the capillaries of the lips start to ooze bright red blood, but the 14-year-old Mariko smiled innocently and sweetly as if she couldn't feel the pain.

"Chung wouldn't tell Xue Nai and the others, would he? After all, we are roommates. Half of the time in this school is spent listening to lectures, and the other half is spent together." The girl looked up slightly. Looking at Nakahara Chuya, who is a little taller than him, "It's against the school rules to even visit. It's really inconvenient."

"Oh?" Zhong Yuan's expression remained unchanged, "You and I are roommates? Why don't I know."

Gojo Satoru would let him sleep with a girl?

What a liar.