Special A-level danger warning

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the warm light spread all over the floor through the glass windows.

The two unlucky children, Yuzu Yuhito and Nagasaki Yeqiangwei, knelt on the ground obediently with their heads lowered, accepting the harsh admonition from the acting teacher.

Jianren Qihai's eyes were as cold as the winter wind, and the half-race's sharp facial lines were as cold and hard as a knife and an axe, exuding a rather rigid and rigorous atmosphere.

It was obviously a serious scene that couldn't be more serious, but the background sound was Gojo Satoru's cheerful and jumpy voice.

"Superior magic spirit "Zhenzhen", confirmed to be expelled by first-class conjurer Nanami Jianren, first-year freshman Knotaba Yuhito, Nagasaki Wild Rose..."

"Oh, oh, Nanami, look how powerful Youruhito and Wild Rose are, outflanking, flanking, and exterminating all in one go, that's a super class~"

Following the address of Kunzhang Hirohito to Nanami Kenren, Gojo Satoru's words were filled with joy, but what followed was Qihai's increasingly cold expression.

The two freshmen who were kneeling and repenting were desperately winking at Gojo Satoru, hoping that the brat would show kindness and stop mentioning this matter.

Disobeying the instructions of the seniors, returning to the dangerous battlefield, leapfrogging to challenge the super curse... Wow, Mr. Qihai's face turned dark once again!

Ignoring the winking eyes of the students, Gojo Satoru hypocritically advised Nanami Jianren who seemed to be on the verge of getting angry, and continued to spread his wings.

A certain teacher who was watching the play leisurely stood beside the two students, pointing and saying nonsense like "Nanami, don't be so strict" and "If you get angry, you will age faster".

Qihai Jianren, who was harassed by this rotten man, burst out a vein on his forehead, drew out a short knife wrapped in a thick cloth strip, and punished the bear boy with justice.

In the end, Gojo Satoru, Knotaba Yuhito, and Nagasaki Wild Rose knelt on the ground as if they were sitting in a row, lowering their eyebrows and listening to Jianren Nanami's orders from the opposite side like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.

Fu Heihui, who was watching the show and eating melons all the time, looked at the sanctioned Gojo Satoru, couldn't help but took out his mobile phone, and snapped a photo of someone's black history of being scolded.

It's so cool.

……

An elegant Japanese room.

Fukuji Sakurachi, who had changed from his military uniform, put on a black feather-colored haori and hakama, and the blade and scabbard pinned to his waist glowed in pitch black.

His whole body is like an epee without a front, and his sharpness in military uniform has been diluted a lot by the classical and traditional Japanese style of the Japanese room.

Pushing open the wooden partition door, the scent of wine mixed with a hint of cherry blossoms is slowly brought by the soft breeze.

Feng Xinzhi changed into a light-toned Nishijin-woven kimono, with black and gold silk patterns embroidered on the gold-plated hem, and the opening edge of the back shirt was hollowed out to depict the night view of Mt. The spring light of late cherry blossoms blooms in large swaths on the cuffs.

His iris-colored eyes also shone into the cherry blossoms covered with bright frost and snow. The elegance is as beautiful as the wind of peace, and it is a flawless lonely moon hanging high in the night sky.

One side of the open compartment is full of the beauty of falling cherry blossoms. Words such as stunning and beautiful are not enough to describe this place.

Light rain, sakura boiled wine.

Feng Xinzhi gently fiddled with the utensils for cooking wine, the long and slender hair hanging down set off the whiteness of the exposed skin, the trembling eyelashes were slightly raised, and the lips and teeth were slightly parted.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Fudi."

The aroma of the wine exuding the beauty of late cherry blossoms is a bit more intense.

Feeling the inexplicable impact visually, Fukuchi Sakura took a deep look at Feng Xinzhi and sat down in silence, unfastened the blade pinned to his waist, and put it casually by his side.

He took the wine cup that Feng Xinzhi handed over, and looked at the light crimson petals floating up and down in the clear wine with a delicate expression, as if all the things were in full bloom.

The clear aroma of the wine kept stirring the wine worm in his stomach, Fukuchi Sakurachi naturally chose to drink it all up, and the strong and spicy taste immediately diffused in his mouth.

"The great tyrant."

This is the name of his favorite wine, even if he gets drunk to the point of drunkenness, he will never tire of drinking it for a few jars.

Fudi Yingchi looked directly at Feng Xinzhi who was sitting opposite her, her eyes gradually darkened, and her voice carried a sense of vicissitudes.

"How did you know?"

Feng Xinzhi sipped the wine lightly, allowing the wine to moisten his lips, revealing a delicate and gorgeous cherry red.

His voice was clear and shallow, and his cool indifference seemed to melt into the warm wine, leaving only a mellow and beautiful color.

"What you should know, you will know anyway."

"For example, the so-called "Five Decays of Heaven and Man". "

Before the words were finished, the atmosphere in the Japanese room suddenly condensed. Under the calm appearance, a fierce and anxious battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

The breeze blows, and the light-colored cherry blossoms on the trees slowly fall.

Fukuji Sakurachi held her chin with her clenched hand in silence, her gaze was as sharp as a falcon's, and her whole body was like an unsheathed saber, ready to beheaded at any time.

"you know--?"

"So for this, you put Mori Ogai in the military and police?"

A crime that cannot be verified, a clean and fresh resume, a past that has disappeared...

From the moment Mori Ogai entered the military police under the pseudonym Morin Taro, he knew that the other party's intentions were not good.

Feng Xinzhi put down the wine cup, his eyes calmly met Fukuchi Sakurachi's, his expression didn't change at all.

"not only that."

"I want to use your influence and strength to suppress the military and police, the political circles, and even this country."

"Using bones as knives and blood as blades—shovel, massacre, and exterminate those rulers who are "heavenly beings." "

Every word and every sentence is like a rainstorm beating on a drum, constantly arousing the longing in Fudi Yingchi's heart, like rain falling on a long-drought land.

He looked carefully at the young man who was as beautiful as a cherry blossom opposite him, and found that he couldn't find a word that matched Feng Xinzhi, as if it was unique.

Is it the same kind?

No, it's more like a god looking down on human beings from a high position, without sadness or joy, good or evil.

Fukuchi Sakurachi looked at the beautiful cherry blossom scene outside, as if lost in thought, weighing Feng Xinzhi's words.

After a while, he spoke slowly.

"What will you do, like the chaos in Yokohama last time, to break up all the violence?"

Hearing this, Feng Xinzhi laughed softly, his slightly lowered eyes followed the ups and downs of the cherry blossoms in the wine cup, making the late cherry blossoms on the sleeves as white as the moon.

He picked up the wine cup in a casual gesture, and his expression showed a slight sense of madness, which was mixed with the clear and beautiful beauty.

Raise a cup and drink it all in one gulp.

The clear wine slid down the edge of the wine cup, hooking his slender fingertips, seemingly falling.

Feng Xinzhi slightly raised his eyebrows, and a stunning and beautiful smile spread from the depths of his extremely calm pupils, as if he had acquired a dangerous and exciting madman temperament in the game of chess, cold and tyrannical.

"Naturally - completely subverted from the inside out."

The wine at the fingertips fell to the ground, and a cluster of shallow sprays bloomed.

When the wind stops, the flowers fall.

There was a moment of dead silence in the room.

Feng Xinzhi, resting his chin on one hand, tilted his head and looked at Fukuchi Sakurachi opposite, as if he was sure that the other party would accept his invitation and become an accomplice.

"Tsk."

Fukuji Sakurachi, who had been silent for a long time, scratched the back of her head as if complaining, and there were some subtle sighs and compromises in the sight of Feng Xinzhi for no reason.

He took the wine cup that Feng Xinzhi handed over again, with a faint gloomy look on his face, he muttered softly.

"Where did Fuze find such a student, really..."

Feng Xinzhi blinked his eyes, his clothes leaned forward slightly as he poured the wine, and his voice was soft.

"You know about it?"

In his world, his swordsmanship was indeed learned from Mr. Fukuzawa. In this world, Mr. Ranpo probably saw it and told Mr. Fukuzawa.

As for how Fukuji Sakurachi knew, it probably happened after Yokohama was intercepted by Mr. Fukuzawa that day.

After Fukuchi Sakura nods her head, she curls her lips, feeling that fate is so capricious.

My childhood friend parted ways with me because of different ideas, but Fukuzawa's students approached him and invited him to cooperate, and became an accomplice in practicing the idea that is not allowed in the world.

"So, what do you want?"

Wealth, power, or this country?

Feng Xinzhi pondered for a moment, his kite-colored eyes were filled with the scene of cherry blossoms falling, as if imprinting the evening primrose blooming on the top of Mt. Fu.

He laughed softly, his eyes were crushed, delicate and gentle, shining like stars.

"It's not very clear, I just want to know the result of doing so."

It is very easy to use the power to subvert the magic world to wipe out a wave of rulers by the way.

In other words, when the rhythm is completely disrupted, the world will evolve into thousands of possibilities, and the way to correct and make up for it is not just suicide by jumping off a building.

You will understand, Mr. Zhi?

Feng Xinzhi's eyes gathered a star-like deep smile, and the hidden meaning of madness spread silently, but it disappeared completely in the next moment.

His calm and self-sustaining posture reveals indifferent beauty and arrogance without any trace. The extremely elegant and gorgeous Nishijin weaving kimono has a slightly loose neckline, and the exposed white skin is half covered by the slender hair, like cherry snow.

Fukuji Sakurachi drank heavily.

"Pleasure offender?"

"No, there is a reason for doing this."

"One of the purposes is to kill the devil?"

"Well, probably."

"As Fukuzawa's student, you should call me senior."

"Hey, don't."

……

The miscellaneous conversation continued for a long time, until Feng Xinzhi watched Fudi Yingzhi down several jars of wine, and his body was also covered with the aroma of cherry blossoms.

He glanced at Fukuji Sakurachi who was drunk holding the wine jar, and based on what he knew about this person, he decided to leave before this guy went crazy with alcohol.

After placing a string of sakura bracelets exuding strong spell power on the wine table, Feng Xinzhi straightened her slightly disheveled hair and clothes, then pushed open the door and left.

On the night road, the stars and the moon shine together.

Wearing a black and gold pinstriped kimono, Osamu Dazai waited quietly at the end of the road with a paper umbrella.

The rain is dense, mixed with a little coolness, touching the skin lightly.

His slightly long eyelashes fluttered slightly, his kite-colored eyes that reflected the charming moonlight shone like stars, and his slender figure reflected the shadow of the backlight.

"Children."

Osamu Dazai lightly pushed the paper umbrella in his hand over Feng Xinzhi's head, smelling the rich fragrance of cherry blossom wine on his body, his brows and eyes lightly frowned.

His expression became visibly pitiful to the naked eye, as if he was resentful that Feng Xinzhi would not take him with him when he drank.

"Mr. Zhi, what kind of flowers do you like?"

"……Hey?"

Osamu Dazai, who was asked, opened his eyes slightly, and his voice was melodious.

"Peach blossom?"

"Peach blossoms." With a smile in his eyes, Feng Xinzhi took the paper umbrella from Osamu Dazai and put it on top of their heads, "Do you like cherry blossoms?"

His clear face is as beautiful as a cherry blossom.

Osamu Dazai, who was amazed by his own kitten, nodded his head bewitched, his eyes became quiet.

"Ah."