Has wtw entered the necropolis?

"?!"

boom!

Gojo Satoru jumped up from the chair in shock, overturned the chair behind him with his violent action, and the chair hit the ground with a loud sound, then he pointed at Fuheshier who was standing by the door with a half-smile, his brow raised high , stepped on the chair and gritted his teeth.

"Why is our gym teacher this guy?!"

This obviously doesn't want them to enjoy their high school life, right? !

Or is it true that the old headmaster has Alzheimer's disease... Otherwise, why would Fu Heisher be their gymnastics teacher? !

Gojo Satoru, who had personally fought against Fu Heisher, knew very well how powerful this guy's physical skills were. If he didn't need to use spells, but just pure physical skills, he would not be a match for this guy at all.

Gojo Satoru murmured.

Hearing this, Xia Youjie beside him put his hands on the table, nodded in agreement, shifted his gaze to Fu Heisher, his expression became serious, and said, "You don't want us to live a good life, do you? "

Is the wonderful and leisurely high school life finally coming to an end?

"It seems that you have a lot of opinions on me?"

Fu Heisher didn't care about their gazes at all, and walked directly to the podium. Seeing this, Ye Mo Zhengdao moved a little to the side to give him the main seat, and he still didn't forget to introduce: "This is your gym teacher, Fu Hei. Shier is also a sorcerer who possesses heaven and curse, I hope you will become stronger under his teaching."

"If you want to stand at the top of the magic world, both magic and physical skills are indispensable."

He paused, glanced at the two problem students below, and his expression became serious in an instant, "From today on, Teacher Fu Hei will become a member of the Conjuration College. No matter what disputes and hatred you have in the past, from now on I will You are not allowed to fight privately within the scope of the high school."

"........."

The expressions of the three people suddenly became subtle.

"Private, private, fight, fight?" Wujo Gou narrowed his eyes slightly, put his elbows on his knees, looked up at the two mentors on the podium, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, "That means leaving the spell After the scope of the technical college, we can fight however we want?"

"You got it right."

Ye Mozheng glanced at him, nodded lightly with a serious face, and looked sideways at Fuhesher beside him, "Since you have known them, the next gymnastics class will be entrusted to you."

Before walking out of the classroom, Noctua Moth Zhengdao turned to look at them again with great anxiety: "No trouble and fights are allowed!"

Fu Heisher dug his ears, gave Gojo Wu a sideways glance, suddenly revealed a dark smile, answered what he said just now, and said, "You have to pay for private practice with me."

"Pay?" Wujo Wugao raised his eyebrows and glanced him up and down, "Okay, since you are short of money, let's make a price!"

Xia Youjie glanced at the two people, determined that he could not stop them, looked down at the phone screen, his finger still resting on the contacts, he thought for a while and put it away silently. There are still several hours before Kuronami's get out of class ends.

If he realized it, he might not be able to defeat Fuheshier.

"[-] million." Fu Heisher directly asked the price without hesitation. With his hands on the table, he thought for a while and then said, "Private training for half an hour."

"Half an hour?" Gojo Satoru frowned, slightly pulled down his sunglasses, and looked at him with those ice blue eyes, stretched out a finger to bargain, and said nastyly: "One hour, I will make you lie on the ground and beg for mercy."

Fu Heisher shrugged, and he was completely fine with Wujo Satoru's strong request for an increase in time, "Okay, no problem."

"We'll talk about that later, now—"

"Let's start our gymnastics class, brats." Fu Heisher narrowed his eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table, "Let's go to the pasture to gather, and I'll give you the first class today."

This class is called - beating class.

In order to quickly find out the entire high school of spells, Fu Heshier almost memorized the entire geographical location of the school in his brain, and he even touched the back door of the school.

More interesting place than expected.

Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Fuheshier turned and walked out of the classroom first. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at them.

"Games without stakes are boring."

"Whoever loses in this class will run fifty laps around the pasture for me, without using spells."

Wujo Wujo agreed without even thinking about it, put his hands on the shoulders of his good friend, and said loudly: "Anyway, I won't be the one who loses."

Xia Youjie: "..." silently turned his gaze away, since this matter has nothing to do with him.

Then, before he had time to get lucky, Fuheshier's eyes fell on him.

An inexplicable premonition rose in Xia Youjie's heart.

Soon, he knew where this bad feeling came from.

Conjuration High School Grass Field

"Don't waste your time, let's go together."

Fu Heisher finally stood on the grass field, with his hands in his trouser pockets, squinting slightly at the two high school students not far away, with a hint of disdain on his face.

If he didn't use mana, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie would not be his opponents at all.

"Tsk, don't underestimate us!" Gojo Satoru pinched his finger bones and made a posture of preparing to attack, his eyes gradually narrowed, "Even without spells, we can still defeat you."

Thinking of the last battle with Fu Heisher, Gojo Satoru immediately put down his foolish attitude and became serious. If he hadn't caught the core of the spell that time, he might really have died in the opponent's hands.

This time, he will never be careless again.

Xia Youjie first glanced at Fu Heisher, then shifted his gaze to his best friend beside him, stepped back a few steps, and gave the whole battlefield to them, "You guys start first, I'll find a place to drink."

"Tsk, brat, aren't you afraid?"

Fu Heisher didn't even take out the ugly treasure this time. He twisted his neck and made a crisp snapping sound, then clenched his fists tightly. Numerous veins burst out on his arms instantly, and he immediately entered the combat state.

"..."

Who would be afraid of him?

Xia Youjie's thoughts of preparing to watch the audience suddenly dissipated because of this sentence, he turned to look at Fu Heisher behind him, walked to Wujo Wu's side again, and squeezed his phalanx.

"Well, I hope you won't regret it."

"Regret?" Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, curled up his lips, and walked towards the two of them. The speed increased with each step he took. Almost in an instant, he came to Xia Youjie. In front of him, his fist cut through the wind and hit Xia Youjie's handsome face in vain.

With his voice falling.

"I can't write that word."

Xia Youjie's pupils constricted suddenly, subconsciously wanting to sideways dodge the extremely powerful fist, but he was still slow, and the fist landed heavily on the bridge of his nose. It sprayed out, and Xia Youjie flew backwards.

"Jay?!"

Gojo Satoru immediately turned around and rushed towards Fu Heisher.

Xia Youjie lay down on the ground. A few seconds later, he covered his bleeding nose and gasped for air. After hearing Gojo Wu's call, he sat up enduring the pain, "I'm fine..."

It's just that his nose is probably very serious.

"Ah."

After experiencing the combat experience cultivated between life and death, even if it has been wasted for nearly ten years, the instinct is still deeply rooted in the soul, which made Fu Heisher sideways dodge Gojo Satoru's attack as if he was in a habitual reaction, and then, back Jump to pull a safe distance.

Fu Heisher pinched his neck, and after thinking for a while, he was a little puzzled and said: "...The reaction is slow, have I regressed?"

But it's not a big problem, he will soon regain the feeling he once had in the battle with Gojo Satoru.

A hearty battle is the best way to awaken the human instinct.

In a battle that did not rely on spells at all and only relied on physical skills, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie were completely at a disadvantage. Not to mention that Fuheshier's movements could not be predicted, his fighting ability continued to grow. It increased upwards, as if a switch was turned on, and it became stronger without end.

"#￥%&" Wutiao Wu couldn't help but swear, and wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his lips with his thumb, his icy blue eyes fixed on Fuheshier who was not far away, and turned his head to exchange with Xia Youjie Exchanged glances.

"Unless I don't use my spell power, I won't let you get any closer."

"Wu, are you serious?"

Although Xia Youjie didn't want to destroy Gojo Wu's self-confidence, but...

The winning rate in front of him is really too low.

"I don't want to run fifty laps on the pasture!"

"I don't want to either!"

After the words fell, the two rushed forward at a faster speed, one left and one right, surrounded Heisher, and at the same time aimed at his exposed weaknesses and punched hard.

"What——" Fu Heisher didn't even blink, and directly stretched out his palms against the fists of the two of them, with a grim smile on his lips, "You who have lost your magic power are like newborn pheasant cubs. "

"Fuck! What kind of metaphor is this??!!"

"Wild chicken cubs?"

Xia Youjie and Wutiao Wu were stunned for a few seconds, and then ran away immediately after realizing it.

in the afternoon

After Fuguro Nami and Fugurohui came back from get out of class, they directly stepped into the Conjuration College to go to the dormitory.

At this time, Jiajin Yanzi, who was smoking in the corner, immediately threw away the half-packed cigarettes, rolled them over with his toes, then turned around and walked out to greet them.

"Nami."

Hearing the sound, Fushi Nami, who had already walked some distance, stopped and looked back at her, blinked her big eyes, tilted her head and asked curiously: "Glass?"

"Are you interested in going to the pasture to watch the performance?" Iiri Goriko didn't dare to get too close to Fuguro Nami, fearing that the smell of smoke left on her body would cause the other person's nose to be sensitive, so she extended an invitation to her from a safe distance.

"Performance?"

She frowned and nodded after thinking for a while.

Then, the three of them walked to the grassland of the high school of magic arts one by one.

After receiving the news, Jia Ruozi put a camera in his pocket, ready to take it out later to take countless memorable photos.

Before approaching the grass field, the three of them saw two topless high school students with red, swollen and bruised faces running hard on the grass field.

Under the scorching sun, the two were sweating profusely from the heat, sticking out their tongues from time to time and gasping for breath, their faces were exhausted, and behind them was Fu Heisher who was chasing them with a whip.

"Is this the strong mouth?"

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Fu Heisher leisurely chased after them, prodding them a few words from time to time.

"Let's wait and see!!" Wujo Wuhen said.

pat.

Seeing this scene, Fuguro Nami opened his mouth wide in shock, not even realizing that the lollipop in his mouth fell to the ground.

"……How is this going?"

"I heard that Gojo Wu Xia Youjie lost the bet with Teacher Fu Hei, and now it is compulsory to receive the punishment."

"..."

Why did the relationship between the three of them become so harmonious just because she was away for one day.