Special A-level danger warning

For Feng Xinzhi, the purpose of going to the High School of Conjuration is more to solve the inconvenience caused by the "Heavenly Demon".

Even if there is really no way to get rid of it, you must learn to solve the curse of constant alienation and birth before you can control it.

Even those curses had no tendency to attack him.

He changed into a school uniform that wasn't too bad in style, and silently looked at the little curse that popped out of his head in the mirror of the locker room.

It stared at Feng Xinzhi in a daze with one big eye, babbled and wanted to say something, and its octopus-like tentacles kept shaking.

Feng Xinzhi pressed it back expressionlessly.

After all, he didn't want to wake up every morning to find his bed full of alien creatures.

squeak-

The door of the locker room was suddenly pushed open a gap.

The panda's peasy eyes shone brightly through the thick dark circles, and he stretched out a paw to hook it.

Feng Xinzhi, who was tidying up the neckline, paused, quickly smoothed the creases calmly, opened the door and walked out along the position that the panda gave him.

"Is there something I need to do?"

It should be considered more difficult to say, otherwise the other party would not be so sneaky.

Faced with Feng Xinzhi's question, Panda hesitated for a while, and finally had no choice but to confess to him heartbroken.

"Teacher Wutiao has escaped."

Panda looked at Feng Xinzhi sympathetically, as if regretting how a new classmate could become a tool person.

"I also left Hui to you."

Feng Xinzhi: ...?

benefit?Who is this?Why leave it to him?

All the thoughts turned around in his mind and he only came to one conclusion - Gojo Satoru was blatantly fishing.

And even though the name Megumi is a feminine name, he has a hunch that it should be a masculine... right?

"Hui, Fu Heihui will enter school next year, and is currently preparing for the second-level conjurer exam. Mr. Wutiao wants you to take a look and do me a favor."

The Humanoid Curse Making Machine, if well controlled, is definitely an irreplaceable sparring partner.

For this, Feng Xinzhi nodded and was not dissatisfied.

He glanced at the panda lightly, thinking that the other party probably didn't fully explain the matter.

It's just that this level of request is not difficult to say.

"as well as……"

Panda took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, tremblingly said what the principal had explained.

"Principal Moth wants you to poke wool felt with him."

Feng Xinzhi: ...

Feng Xinzhi:? ? ?

Does the high school of conjuration actually offer such a high-feminine course?

……

Yokohama, Port Mafia building.

On the first day Zhijun left, he had no intention of working.

Osamu Dazai lay quietly on the desk, exuding a mournful aura, like a big black cat abandoned by its cubs.

The files on the desk had piled up very high, but he didn't want to open them and deal with them.

He slightly curled up his body, brushed the bandage over his left eye with his fingertips, hesitated for a moment, and deftly removed it.

The left eye, which had been covered by a bandage, was not used to the bright light, and the slender eyelashes trembled several times before they could be fully opened.

He looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the office, and his face was reflected on the clean and translucent glass.

Quiet and peaceful.

There is a strange sense of unreality.

Osamu Dazai thought, if his hair was longer, he would look more like a child.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he tucked himself into a ball and stuffed himself into the seat, trying to trick himself into doing so so that he could ignore the irritability emerging from his heart.

……

silence.

No, he couldn't accept the feeling of not having Zhijun by his side.

Osamu Dazai almost stopped breathing, he grabbed the clothes on his chest, and bit his slightly white lips tightly.

For things that are too beautiful, once they have them for a moment, human beings will have endless greed.

He thought that he had long lost his qualifications as a human being, but he didn't expect that the dark soul, which was so corrupt that it could be called filthy, was struggling to ask for help from humans.

"Leave the young man."

"Leave Chikun in this world forever."

Who said such words that were almost seductive in his mind?

Greed.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, his disheveled hair concealed the obscure emotion that was surging in his eyes.

You will be completely disgusted by Zhijun if you do this, right?

Thinking of this possibility, the cold aura on Osamu Dazai's body became heavier, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

His heart is retorting.

No, no, Zhijun is a gentle and good boy, so he won't treat him like this.

Or, he can try to hide it from Zhijun. With the help of "book", Zhijun will not find out.

Just about to move.

……

Osamu Dazai leaned back against the seat, and suddenly relaxed all the strength in his body.

Ah, what was he thinking just now...

Obviously it is not an exaggeration to take care of him in every way in his heart, but he was thinking about plotting against Zhijun just now?

Sure enough, a person like him would never have the possibility of being redeemed.

Cruel and dark, just plain bad.

This realization deepened his self-loathing.

...uncomfortable.

Osamu Dazai looked gloomy, like a machine whose battery had been removed, without any power and could only stand stiff and motionless.

His eyes were empty, and all he could see was darkness.

……

Dazai, who had been depressed for a while, listlessly opened the document that Feng Xinzhi had approved, trying to think about others.

Wow, Zhijun's handwriting is really beautiful.

He flipped through the past word by word, and a quiet and peaceful expression gradually appeared in his brows and eyes.

Suddenly, Osamu Dazai paused, and his kite-colored eyes flashed an almost brilliant light.

Inside the file was a sketch.

That's what he looks like, lying lazily on the desk with a scarf on, his soft hair sticking to his cheeks is a little messy, his eyes are quietly looking out of the paper, and the fine lines make people feel completely The painter's heart.

This is the angle of the child's line of sight.

It turns out that Zhijun was also distracted to observe him when he was working?

Osamu Dazai, whose depression had been swept away before, could hardly bear the urge to roll around on the seat now, his mood was so good that it exploded, as if his whole body was stuffed into a can of honey, it was too sweet.

intimate!cute!Juvenile King Sai Gao!

Osamu Dazai, who wished to use all the beautiful words to praise the goose, showed an idiot-like smile, carefully pinching the corners of the sketch, thinking about what material to use for the frame.

Once the mood is good, everything becomes pleasing to the eye, but the pigeon work is getting smoother and smoother.

When Osamu Dazai was picking up the contact information of several mounting masters, the private phone rang suddenly.

Osamu Dazai guessed that it was Feng Xinzhi who was calling in an instant, and his voice was so pleasant that it was a little floaty.

"Children~"

Feng Xinzhi on the other side of the phone smiled, guessing why he was so happy, and let the other party start talking.

Not willing to interrupt Osamu Dazai's interest, Feng Xinzhi waited until he finished talking before revealing the purpose of his call.

"Although I really want to go back, but there is something delayed here, and the time to go back will probably be later."

Feng Xinzhi's apologetic voice made Osamu Dazai stop thinking for a moment.

The mood is a bit broken.

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