Goujuan always refuses to confess

Shizhi hadn't seen Su Nuo floating on the surface of the body surface of the knotweed Youren a few times, and he often hid in the body of the knotweed Youren.

It's not that Su Nuo, as the king of curses, is immune to Shizhi's mind reading, as long as you have Shizhi's mind, you can read it.

Su Nuo left behind a sentence of ridicule towards the knotweed Youren, then sank down again, leaving behind his own container and Shi Zhikong with big eyes and small eyes.

After staring at each other for a long time, the pink-haired boy scratched his cheek in embarrassment, "Hello Shizhi-senpai...why are you here?"

Shizhi raised the bag in his hand, and the trademark on the bag turned to the front of the eyes of the knotweed, "Just sent back by Wutiao teacher, ready to go back to the dormitory."

The trademark knotweed is familiar. Counting the first meeting with Mr. Wutiao and the teaching during the "fake death", Mr. Wutiao brought back many times. The dim sum here is more common.

Knotabagi Yuhito responded with an "oh", and then he didn't know what to say.

Shizhi looked at his apprentice's face, and then connected with the inner voice he had just glimpsed, it is not difficult to infer that he had a little dispute with the king of curses.

Hmm... It can't be said that way, the relationship between this junior as a container and the cursed king has always been ambiguous, and the quarrel has existed from the very beginning.

"Are you not interested?" Shizhi put down the bag and squinted his eyes, "I remember—you performed the task before and successfully killed the victim of the cursed fetus?"

Shi Zhikong is a model of what pot to lift when the pot is not open, and it pokes people's hearts straightly.

But he didn't have any malice, it was purely a strange state of mind of Knotabagi Hisohito.

In Shi Zhikong's view, according to the standards of conjurers, it is a good thing to kill the curse fetus and reincarnate, and it is a happy thing for everyone, because they prevent more casualties.

In any case, the people who are boarded by the cursed embryo can no longer be counted as human beings, just like the human beings who have been touched by the cursed spirit called Daoist.

But his junior was depressed, and his complex heart sounds were quickly pulled into a messy ball of wool, and the taut heartstrings never relaxed.

Knotabagi Yuhito was entangled in whether to "exorcise" or "kill".

"Is there any difference?" Listening to the tangled matter of the pink-haired junior, Shizhi asked sideways, "Is there a difference in whether the corpse left behind is in the shape of a human or a cursed spirit? But no matter how you operate, the human will always change. Not going back."

"They were long dead."

After Juzhi finished speaking, Knotabagi Yujin's mood sank a little.

"Don't tell Junior Fu Hei what you said just now?" Seeing that the person didn't answer him for a long time, Shizhi started another topic, "Are you talking to Liangmian Su Nuo?"

The pink-haired boy kept his mouth shut, and his inner voice was tightly guarded. His mind was completely empty and he didn't think about anything. It seemed that Gojo Satoru had taught him how to deal with Shizhikong's questioning.

Shi Zhikong waited for a while, and the student who kept silent was in a stalemate with him, and even moved his eyes out of the window.

"Actually, it's not necessary. Everyone is in school. Does Junior Knotweed think he can stop thinking about it all the time?" Seeing that the pink-haired junior still had his neck stuck, Shizhi shrugged meaninglessly.

He decided not to tell Yuzu Yuhito the heartfelt feelings of Fuguro Megumi and Nagasaki Wild Rose from the other corner of the campus.

Obviously they, obviously they are all thinking——

——Humans are really interesting.

Ten Zhi's golden eyes curled up, walked over and patted Hu Zhang's shoulder, took out a snack from the bag in his hand and handed it to Hu Zhang, and when he walked away, Shi Zhi left a last sentence talk.

"Fu Heihui cried very sadly when you 'died', really sad, he held your head and wept silently in the torrential rain—"

"He hasn't told you, right? Then remember to take care of your classmates, Knotweed Yuren."

After his exaggeration, the black-haired student who was cared for and loved by his classmates for no reason came to the door of Shizhi's dormitory the next day with a knife, and his aggressive appearance alarmed other residents on the same floor.

To be able to carry a weapon to kill, I am afraid that the pink-haired junior is too "serious".

Shi Zhikong yawned and went to answer the door, reading the ins and outs from the furious voice of the black-haired junior, but the instigator didn't feel that what he said was wrong, and leaned lazily on the door panel.

"Isn't it?" With tears still in his eyes, the silver-haired boy nodded, "You held the head of the knotweed and let him lie on your lap, and your eyes were full of affection. You couldn't accept the death of the knotweed at all. , and then you—"

Fu Heihui snapped back the latter words angrily, and the black-haired boy gritted his teeth and said that he hadn't.

"No?" Shizhi raised his eyes, he spread his fingers and began to argue with his junior, "Did you cry that day, Junior Fuhei?"

Fu Heihui, who was holding a knife, nodded.

Shi Zhi: "Then you gave the knotweed knee pillow that day...and let him drive the head on your knee?"

Fu Heihui frowned. Although he thought the word was strange, but in terms of posture, he was right, so he nodded.

Shi Zhi: "After Junior Fu Hei got into the car, you kept staring at the knotweed stick, right?"

Fu Heihui recalled for a moment, then nodded again.

Between what you said and what I said, Fu Heihui affirmed most of Shizhikong's rhetoric, and at the end the silver-haired senior spread his hands, saying that he was not wrong at all.

The black-haired junior's face was still dark.

He felt that Juzhi was just twisting some things that happened separately into one scene to narrate, so as to deceive Knotabagi Yuhito into believing it was true.

This made the boy in the same class who knocked on the door of his dormitory this morning burst into tears and snot, saying that he was wrong last time, and that he would have known that Fu Hei was so sad. Tell Fu Hei.

Then the pink-haired boy of the same age looked pitifully like a big dog about to be abandoned, almost wagging his tail behind him and begging him to forgive him.

Being tossed about by Knotabagi Youren, Fu Hei's preoccupations of the previous two days were all washed away.

Afterwards, Fu Heihui, who was made a fuss by Knotabagi Yujin, rushed over to ask for an explanation.

Shizhi listened to Fu Heihui's voice, and then slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"Look, isn't your relationship much better? You should thank me."

The black-haired junior took a deep breath, and the black-haired junior drew out the knife.

——Sure enough, only Senior Yi Gu is the person I really respect!

The early morning student dormitory kicked off with the sound of broken windows.

The spell master and the panda, who had no time to stop them, watched their classmates and first-year juniors break out of the window one after the other. The two standing at the window looked at each other with another junior who just ran up.

In the next second, Pang Da picked up a classmate and jumped out of the broken window.

The one who arrived later than the three boys was the girl who lived on a higher floor. Before Chanyuan Maki stood still at the edge of the playground, a flash of light flashed in front of her eyes, and she found herself standing in the middle of the left half of the playground.

Beside her is Shi Zhikong, and opposite her are Knotweed Yuren and Fu Heihui.

Sitting in the auditorium beside the playground were the dogs Curly Thorn, Panda, and Nagasaki Wild Rose, who was also confused.

Zenyuan Maki took a deep breath, and she warned herself to calm down, "What's the situation?"

Standing beside her, Shi Zhikong answered with a smile, "School Fu Hei wants to ask me for advice, and Junior Knotweed is here to practice the cooperation between the two."

"I don't think it's fair to fight two against one, so I brought you from the Buddhist monastery... to make up the numbers."

Gently dropping the following two words, Zenyuan Maki felt her forehead twitch.

She took another breath, "Where's Thorn?"

Shizhi gave Chanyuan Maki a strange look, "You will get hurt in a fight, why are you looking for thorns?"

... Then you are better off looking for Panda than me!Zenyuan Maki, who had no idea what happened and why she had to stand here, roared in her heart.

However, Shizhi didn't leave time for the girls in the same class to get entangled, and seized the momentary wish in her heart to conjure up the magic tool and throw it at the other party.

Shizhi pursed her lips and suppressed a smile, her eyes were clear.

"How do you say that sentence...Please give me some advice? Please give me some advice, Junior Fuhei."

——No, it’s Knotweed, please give me your advice.

Shizhi felt that his experience today was that when he fell asleep, someone came to deliver a pillow—things went according to his wishes.

He was interested in the two-faced Su Nuo, so Fu Heihui took the knotweed Youren to give him a chance to fight.

Knotweed Yujin didn't respond after being excited for a long time yesterday, but if it's a fight... then anything is possible.

Shizhi licked the tip of his teeth, and rubbed the handle of the knife twice with his fingertips.

At first, Shizhikong was facing Fuheihui, and the weapons in the hands of the two kept interlacing, but at some point, Fuhehui's opponent was replaced by Zenyuan Maki, as if Shizhi called out the name of Zenyuan.

--here we go again.

Chanyuan Maki almost sent the knife into Fu Hei's shoulder, and she was so desperate that she didn't have time to find a wooden knife, so she took the ten magic tools that were given to her and went on it.

——No, why is she so obedient?

Kankan stopped the car, Zenyuan Zhenxiti slipped Fu Heihui's collar, and took advantage of the situation to clamp the other's arm and fell back.

The second-year girl looked at the first-year student with her head down, and after a few seconds she said, "Hui, have you followed the ten-branched way?"

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Fu Heihui replied, "...it seems so."

The bow and arrow that sounded like thunder fell next to the two of them, and they rolled to avoid it, and looked up to the sky, where the two figures above were still fighting.

Ten sticks were hanging upside down in the air in a volley flipping posture. He had just avoided a black flash, and the mantra gathered in the palm of Knotweed Yujin surged and spewed out, and the pink-haired young man fixed his eyes on him.

——Yes, that's how it should be.

—Be more serious, be more serious...

The trembling golden color almost turned into a transparent crescent moon, and the prey who was stared at by Shizhi's eyes subconsciously shrank his neck, stiffened his body, and hastily crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The silver-haired boy smiled violently, and shot the second arrow with ninety-nine percent of his spell power.

The magic speller pulled down his collar urgently on the sidelines and yelled something, which prevented the air current caused by the colliding spell power from rushing out of the playground.

The wind brought a large amount of dust to cover the field of vision, and the people beside the playground coughed several times before covering their mouths and noses, and gradually saw the scene in the playground clearly.

A large piece of the ground collapsed, and it was Yuren Yuzhang sitting in the pit.

However, he didn't suffer much injuries, but he was knocked on the head when he was hit by the arrow and fell to the ground, and he was holding his head and blowing with his teeth grinning.

In contrast, Shi Zhikong stood in the distance, the silver-haired boy stared blankly at his open palm, without the previous fierce attack and no next move.

It seems a little strange that the battle that ignited to a climax came to an abrupt end.

The head teacher of the second grade came late. He saw the mess on the playground, picked up the phone with a headache and started calling for someone to deal with the aftermath.

The classmate looked at the sky and the ground but didn't look at the teacher's face, and awkwardly said that she didn't stop her classmate.

Only Shizhikong was still standing there, waiting for Goujuan to come to him through the pits of different depths, he still had a thoughtful look on his face.

"Big mustard?" Gou Juan looked up and down ten branches and found that the other party was not injured.

Shizhi's eyelids were lightly sticky and then parted. He folded his palms together and looked away from Yujin Yuzuki, who was rubbing his head in front of him, to the teacher beside the playground.

"I'm fine." Shizhi said, "Who is that teacher?"

Goujuan was silent for a long time before answering that it was their homeroom teacher, and told Shizhi again that their homeroom teacher was called Kusakabe Atsuya.

How fierce and frightening Shi Zhi's aura was during the war, but now he withdrew most of his sharpness, looking a little peaceful, and it was impossible to tell that he was the one who destroyed most of the playground.

A few strands of thoughts flashed through his mind, and Juzhi left aside the spellcaster beside him, walked to the front of Kojou Yuhito, and stretched out a hand towards him.

"Ah... um, learn... senior?" The pink-haired junior scratched his head at a loss, according to his intuition that the senior at the moment was not hostile, so he grabbed the opponent's hand, "Thank, thank you. "

Yuzu Yujin stood up in a relay, and suddenly Shizhi said a word to him without beginning or end.

"Will Junior Knotweed be coming to the believer gathering at the end of this month or the beginning of next month?"