My Wife's Traditional Performing Arts

Since Wujo's enlightenment was so appropriate, it happened to break all the awkward atmosphere, so at the moment when he appeared, everyone turned their eyes away at the same time, and incidentally gave a little attention to the completely unfamiliar face .

"He's wearing our school uniform too," Panda said, "but we haven't seen it before, Hui, do you recognize it?"

——Could it be the "Knotweed Yuhito" who brought back the news of his death?

Fu Heihui: "I don't know."

--no.

"You're still a student depending on your age, but we all recognize guys from other grades. This guy has a very good eye."

Zenyuan Maki glanced over:

"You're still wearing your school uniform, you haven't graduated yet."

"Salmon salmon."

The dog curly spine nodded in agreement.

The magic college is a four-year college, but the four-year students are basically invisible, because they don't have any courses at school, and they are not allowed to participate in the exchange competition.

The sorcerer world is so short of manpower that even the first-year students are called around, let alone the fourth-year students who can be regarded as mature conjurers—and no matter how you think about it, this gloomy guy who looks so nervous that he bows his head in a cold sweat doesn't As if on a mission.

"What is that, could it be a transfer student?"

Nagasaki Rose also interjected:

"You can always see it when you watch youth love TV dramas. Isn't there always a sudden transfer student in Tokyo's school... But this guy looks so gloomy, and he looks like the kind of nerd who will be bullied by gangsters. It's not good. pair of glasses."

A few people murmured and concluded that no one knew them. It wasn't until my wife Xia Ye managed to divert her attention away from the dog that she tilted her head and said:

"...Oh, I look familiar."

This sentence immediately attracted the attention of all the students at Tokyo Curse High, and all of them fixed their eyes on my wife Natsuno who was still in a state of disbelief.

"Xia Ye, do you know each other?"

Pang Da scratched his head: "I haven't even thought about it... Is it a former classmate?"

"Salmon?"

"Yes."

The pink hair on my wife Xia Ye's head flicked around slowly: "But I don't remember clearly, maybe I'm not familiar with it."

"I have changed schools many times, whether it is Shinjuku or Ikebukuro, or even Yokohama and Tokyo, I have had many classmates... I can't remember so many people. 』

"Maybe it was just a coincidence."

So my wife Xia Ye said indifferently: "It's normal if you can't remember clearly."

"...No, it's not."

Probably after hearing what my wife Xia Ye said, the boy whose bangs covered half of his face moved his lips, clenched his fingers, and then squeezed out a low retort from his throat:

"My wife, Jun, was a classmate with me before I transferred to another school... just sat in the seat in front of me."

"..."

——Obviously it's the relationship between the front and back desks, Xia Ye, you don't even remember that he is your classmate, only a "kind of familiar" impression? ! !

The eyes of Tokyo Manga and his group became indescribable, and by the way, the eyes they looked at that boy were a little strange.

——And in the final analysis, a guy who can be ignored like this...how insignificant is he?Could it be that he never talked to Xia Ye at all?

The boy pushing the box behind seemed not good at dealing with so many gazes. Seeing this, he shrunk his neck tremblingly, wishing he could hide himself behind the box he was pushing, and his fingers turned white with nervousness.

"Hey—everyone—look at me, everyone in Tokyo and Kyoto look at me!"

Seeing this situation, Gojo Satoru immediately clapped his hands and drew a long tail tune, drawing all eyes to himself: "I brought you a present for everyone."

As he spoke, he happily picked up a few pink ugly dolls from the box, while muttering "This is a gift for Kyoto, please accept it", pretending not to see the disgusting eyes of the students in Kyoto , forcefully stuffed it into his arms, and finally threw his hands at the leader teacher, An Geji:

"No diva~"

"—I don't want that kind of thing!"

Not being hit by the clear "hate" at all, Gojo Satoru excitedly rushed to the boy who was two steps behind and waved: "This is my gift to everyone in Tokyo—Junpei, come, come, let's get to know you Classmates and seniors!"

"..."

Only then did Yoshino Junpei swallow his saliva, and pushed the box over nervously. Before he could introduce himself, he was pushed in front of several students by the bad teacher wearing blindfolds:

"Look! The first gift, this is Junpei Yoshino, who is going through the transfer procedures! By the way, Junpei is a frail student who will fail the physical test due to vomiting in the middle of the 1000-meter physical education test!"

"...That," Yoshino Junpei said weakly, "I won't vomit at 1000 meters, only 500 meters..."

"..."

It would be better not to explain this explanation, Chanyuan Maki pressed the center of her brows with a headache: "With this kind of physical fitness, even ordinary girls are inferior, and there is no way to participate in our exchange competition."

Gojo Satoru immediately curled his lips and raised an index finger: "If you don't count physical fitness, Junpei will not be able to participate for the time being, because the transfer procedures have not yet been completed. It will take a while to even enter the school, and the formalities will be completed in two days." After finishing, I will join the first grade and take classes with you-everyone is warmly welcome!"

"..."

Unlike Gojo Satoru, who was extremely emotional, everyone including Yoshino Junpei was expressionless, a fallen leaf swirled and was blown by the wind, the air was silent, and there was no one applauding.

After being stiff for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru seemed to be completely unaware of the embarrassment, and excitedly threw his hands at the box pushed by Yoshino Junpei:

"Then the second gift, Qiang Qiang! It's Knotaba Yuhito who came back from the dead!"

Probably because he was told to "see my instructions" or something, Yoshino Junpei, who covered half of his face with bangs, opened the lid of the iron box with a very cooperative face.

So, at the next moment, a guy who was as excited as Gojo Satoru jumped out of it, and Hirohito Kojou was full of expectations to welcome him with the moving tears of his classmates and the deep impression left by his first meeting with his seniors.It’s just that the ideal is very plump and the reality is very skinny, and a fallen leaf is whirling and flying by. Only Yoshino Junpei felt that this kind of atmosphere was too pitiful for his friends, so he clapped his hands slowly behind him twice, Right to welcome.

"..."

There was another familiar silence.

"...Is this guy the 'Su Nuo container'?"

Looking at Yuzu Yujin, who was posing with the iconic moves of a comedian, Zenyuan Maki felt even more headache:

"I was brought here to participate in the exchange competition together, why do I feel out of tune..."

Curlythorn nodded silently: "Salmon."

——It’s not as reliable as the freshman who didn’t complete the transfer procedures just now, even if he ran the 500-meter physical test until he vomited.

"Think about the good."

Pan Da reassured: "Although I don't know what it can be used for, and it disrupts Maki's plan, but no matter what, it's one more person... It will always be useful."

My wife Xia Ye didn't care about it at all. Whether it was a freshman in the first grade or the resurrection of the original classmate, he didn't pay any attention to it. He was only thinking about the few bottles of throat medicine , what should I do if the time is not enough.

"We must find a way to prevent Mr. Thorn from using too many spells. If there is a need to do something, let me do it." 』

My wife Xia Ye was wandering about in a bright and aboveboard manner, the landing point of her pink eyes was completely empty, and the stupid hair on the top of her head swayed from side to side, and then she retracted her other hand into her pocket and touched it.

"In addition, I also brought two bottles of throat medicine that Mr. Thorn often uses... as a spare. I hope Mr. Thorn will not encounter a shortage of throat medicines. 』

"Anyway, no matter what, Lord Thorn cannot be injured. 』

……

On the other side, Knotaba Yuhito, who was hit by the huge drop, finally crawled out of the box silently, and was surrounded by Fuguro Megumi and Kizaki Yeqiangwei to "excuse the teacher".

Yoshino Junpei was standing on the side, even though he wanted to help his friend out of the siege, but he was not sociable, and he would feel frightened when he saw the imposing Kizaki Wild Rose, and his calf was also weak, not to mention this kind of He didn't seem to be able to get in the atmosphere, so he muttered a few times and didn't dare to say a word—until Katsuobu Yuren smoothed out the process of his acquaintance with Yoshino Junpei.

"On the side of the curse spirit at the beginning?"

Fu Heihui frowned:

"Did he not be punished? Who gave him a guarantee? And how did he change his mind?"

"The guarantor is Director Ijichi, because Junpei was also deceived... and to be precise, no one was hurt."

Knotaba Yuhito scratched the hair on the back of his head:

"It's just that, at the beginning, Shunping actually believed in the curse spirit very much... Fortunately, my wife suggested it. Otherwise, it might not be easy for Shunping to discover the true face of the curse spirit."

"My wife's idea?"

Fu Heihui repeated it. He noticed that when he said this word, Yoshino Junpei on one side trembled violently, as if he heard something terrifying, so he asked a little doubtfully:

"What's the idea?"

……

Yoshino Junpei lowered his head and began to pinch the corner of his clothes with his fingernails in horror, his face turned pale, and Knotaba Yuhito didn't feel anything wrong and said "haha" twice, and gave a thumbs up very optimistically:

"My wife said to lock up Junpei first, and if he wants to run away, he should be given sleeping pills or cut off the tendons in his hands and feet, but both the supervisor and I felt that cutting the tendons was not a good way, so we asked for opinions, and then Shunpei But agreed to act with us very quickly - amazing, isn't it?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Nagasaki Wild Rose: "..."

***

"Now, we have one more person here in Tokyo Jugao than in Kyoto."

Before the start of the sister school exchange competition, the Tokyo and Kyoto parties will wait in their respective lounges. During this time, they can discuss tactics or take a break. The Tokyo mantra with more contestants is naturally the former, who is responsible for formulating Tactical Zenyuan Maki had to start re-strategizing impromptu.

"Kyoto finally proposed to prohibit Natsuno from liberating super-level curse spirits, so the simple method is no longer available, and we can only consider complicated plans-my original plan was to divide into different teams."

Chanyuan Maki rested her chin, glanced at the young couple huddled together in the corner of the tatami, and then silently looked away:

"Zhi and Natsuno are in charge of hunting, Kei can also lead a team to search for the enemy, and Panda can take wild roses to hinder the actions of the Kyoto side, but now there is one more person, and the plan will be disrupted again... Hey, Yuren .”

She called out to the guy who was punished to kneel on the ground holding a black photo frame: "What do you know?"

……

The other side was seriously analyzing and formulating plans. On the other side, after hearing "Ji and Xia Ye are still the same", my wife Xia Ye stopped listening, but excitedly tugged on the sleeve of the dog curling Ji, lightly Gently tugging at the corner of his clothes, he led them to the corner of the tatami against the wall.

"……mustard?"

——What's the matter, Natsuno?

The dog curly spine is a little unclear, but it is true that his task assignment has ended there, so he followed his strength and moved over.

With his back to the classmate who was discussing seriously, the pink-haired boy in front of him huddled around his knees in a corner, and the zipper collar of the high collar was pulled up, revealing his fair face and slender neck. The movement made the trousers, which were originally hanging down to the calf, jump up a lot, revealing the two black fixing belts tightly wrapped around the middle of the thin calf, and the knife and steel needle fixed on it can be vaguely seen.

Gou Juanji knew that my wife Xia Ye had not only brought these things, he also wore a gun bag under his school uniform. The strap of the gun bag was a bit tight. There were red streaks on the shoulders and back.

There are also some small weapons that he doesn't know the purpose of, but they look extraordinarily sharp on the belt around his waist. There is even a small box of ammunition, and a sharp pocket knife can pop out of the cuff at any time. In general, my wife Natsuno Now it's like a small mobile arsenal, covered in thorns.

But the thorn has never aimed at the dog curly spine, and my wife Xia Ye has never shown such a murderous aggressiveness to him. Thinking of this, the dog curly spine can't help but start to wander again - at the same time, he also noticed that his The closeness blocked part of the light, and it looked a bit like he had blocked someone in a corner.

Gou Juanji's thinking was a bit inexplicably divergent, but he soon came back to his senses, because my wife Xia Ye blinked her pink eyes and waved to him to get closer, so he leaned forward again and heard the pink-haired boy whispered in his ear.

"... Mr. Thorn, I want to know the taste of your throat medicine."

The warm breath hits the ears, causing the tips of the ears to turn red. The voice is familiar and soft, like pink cotton candy. The voice is deliberately lowered to prevent others from noticing. The unknown stimulus for everyone to secretly do bad things—it is indeed very exciting, because according to Gou Juanji’s understanding of my wife Xia Ye, he probably hides deep meaning in his words.

"If it's pure throat medicine, it just tastes like ordinary loquat and Sydney. There's nothing special about it. At most, there are more ingredients in the medicine and the bitterness is heavier.However, if it is the taste of the throat medicine on the tip of Lord Thorn's tongue, it must be sweet, right? 』

"If Mr. Thorn can understand what I mean, it is very likely that he will refuse, but he should also be shy.Will your face be red?The ears will also be red and become super cute. 』

"I really, really want to kiss Thorn-kun. 』

After the words were finished, my wife Xia Ye leaned back against the corner again, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she waited expectantly for the spell master's reaction.

——Almost exactly as he thought, the clear purple eyes were dazed for a moment, and then suddenly reacted, red began to spread from the ears, and even the cheeks under the collar were also slightly red.

However, it may be that the dog curly thorn has been "hardened" for a while, so he was only caught off guard by the straight ball at the beginning, and quickly reacted - Xia Ye said this on purpose, that is, Want to see him blush.

Obviously he is the best at pranks, but he was pranked by Xia Ye.

To fight back.

So the silver-haired spellcaster narrowed his purple pupils slightly, and whispered "salmon", then stared at the pink-haired cat with its cocky tail (dull hair) for two seconds, put his hand in his pocket, and took out A bottle of throat spray, which he doesn't usually use much.

——The one that suffers the most.

The dog curly was connected to the extension nozzle that could reach the throat, and then took off the dust cap of the nozzle, with a slight cunning in his purple eyes, he unzipped the zipper of his collar with one hand, and raised his hand mischievously. ’s ultra-bitter throat spray, said:

[open mouth]

……

The pink-haired boy who was shaking his hair excitedly on the opposite side seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then opened his eyes wide, as if surprised by the dog curly spine's counterattack, but still subconsciously obeyed the control of the curse, obediently raised his head slightly, The extended nozzle of the throat spray was stretched into the mouth, and a large mist of bitter and astringent medicine was sprayed.

"……so bitter. 』

The bitter taste instantly covered the taste buds, and the pink pupils were instantly covered with a layer of physiological water mist, and the brows could not help but frown slightly——My wife Xia Yexin thought, no wonder Mr. Ji didn’t use this bottle of throat medicine much, because It is just too bitter.

It is so bitter that saliva is secreted almost uncontrollably, trying to dilute the taste, and the throat keeps swallowing. The choker on the neck has a special sense of presence when swallowing, sticking tightly to the throat, following the arc of the Adam's apple Undulating, and very quickly attracting the dog's attention.

Even though he struggled hard, but it was useless, Goujuanji finally admitted that he was very interested in the choker hanging on Xia Ye's neck-so interested that every time Xia Ye invited him to touch it, it was difficult for him to ignore it. Thought to refuse.

Whether it is the soft touch of the black leather, the warmth and smoothness of the white skin on the sides and the beating of the fragile arteries, or even the red streaks exposed after the choker moves slightly, they are all extremely eye-catching. A male high school student who secretly looks at Lifan is not an ascetic and frigid who is not interested in anything. Of course, it is very normal for him to pay attention to this kind of scenery.

However, in the current situation, it is easier to seize the initiative for a moment of distraction, so the dog curly spine suddenly felt a slight sinking in his hand when his eyes were attracted away.

When I moved my eyes back, I saw the pink-haired boy who had escaped the effect of the spell, his teeth were closed, and he was biting the extension nozzle of the throat spray. Even if it was so bitter, his pink eyes were wet, and the stupid hair on the top of his head was lying down limply. , and insisted on not letting go, just swallowing the uncontrollably secreted saliva.

The upper and lower rows of white and neat teeth are biting the extension nozzle, and the small red tip of the tongue can be seen through the gap. The muffled voice said:

"Mr. Thorn did it on purpose."

"It's a prank in return for making him blush. 』

"However, although the taste of the throat medicine is very bitter, the pranks of Thorn-kun are also cute. 』

"So, it can't just end like this, I have to pay back. 』

"Mr. Thorn is still holding this bottle of throat medicine... If you don't let go, I will bite Mr. Thorn's finger."

"Of course...even if I let go, I'll bite Thorn-kun's finger. 』

……

The index finger of his right hand was gently locked by the upper and lower rows of teeth. The throat medicine spray that he was holding in his hand had already rolled down onto the tatami beside him. across the first knuckle...

The pink pupil staring at him is meaningful, yes, it is Xia Ye who is using the tip of his tongue...

Like being wet feathers kept sliding back and forth, the fingertips felt so itchy, and the dog curly spine couldn't help but twitched his free-moving thumb.

Probably because the bitter taste of the spray has not dissipated, and the secretion of saliva is still not low. Even if he nibbles on his fingertips with his teeth, Xia Ye still needs to roll his throat every few moments to swallow the excess saliva. The cheeks were light red, and the dark leather was attached to the neck, rising and falling with breathing and swallowing, and for a moment he didn't know where to look.

...fingertips are so itchy.

I don't know where the idea came from, and Goujuanji himself didn't know what to do, but his fingertips seemed to be electrified and itchy to the heart, and he suddenly remembered what he did during Xia Ye's night attack. In order to prevent him from uttering the curse, he clamped the surface and root of his tongue.

If, if he did that now, would this slippery wet feather... be unable to move anymore?

The dog's thinking was skewed in an uncontrollable direction, he thought in a flickering way, then raised his thumb, and then squeezed into the gap between the two rows of teeth...and pinched the soft tip of his tongue .

...It is very soft, as soft as marshmallow soaked in water, and it is a little slippery. It takes a little force to keep it from being retracted. The tip of the tongue is very small, and such a small piece is a bit like a warm snake letter.

His mind was a little empty, he squeezed it subconsciously, and then reconfirmed the conclusion just now.

It seems that it is softer than a snake letter.

Is rubbing the tip of his tongue such a comfortable touch? The dog curled up with this idea vaguely in his heart - no wonder, no wonder Xia Ye has always been interested in the surface of his tongue. It turns out that this kind of touch is really addictive.

The other hand has unconsciously caressed the slender neck, the thumb squeezed into the inner side of the black leather, and stroked along the side arteries, the palm and the other four fingers clasped the back of the neck, quietly like The air now—

—Wait, be quiet?

In an instant, no matter what sanity and memory was thrown away, all returned to the basket, and the dog curled spine felt that his shoulders and back were stiff like a piece of iron. Our classmates came to a century of staring at each other.

"……kelp."