You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

You are standing in a classroom.

It’s probably a classroom—a spacious podium in front of you, a few desks and chairs in front of you, a blackboard behind you, a lecture screen hanging on the wall on the left, and a large floor-to-ceiling window on the right.

Thin blue lesson plans are placed on the podium, and there is only a five or six-year-old blond boy in the classroom. His hair is curly, his facial features are profound, and he looks like a foreigner. He is biting a pencil and thinking hard about the textbook.

You look sideways out of the window and immediately judge that you are in an office building with a height of nearly [-] floors. Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can have a panoramic view of the high-rise buildings in the city. .

The golden sunshine sprinkles the whole city like gilt powder, decorating the city extremely gorgeously, even through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can't help but be fascinated.

You are immersed in this peaceful and beautiful scenery, and a childish voice suddenly interrupts you.

"Sir?"

The little blond boy raised his hand and asked in not-so-fluent Japanese: "There's a word here that I don't quite understand..."

You walked over and glanced down at the paper in front of him.

The long red hair hangs down from your shoulders because you bent down slightly, and falls lightly onto the textbook, as if a flame is ignited in the white textbook, and the textbook instantly becomes dazzling and eye-catching.

The blond boy exclaimed "Wow", "It's so beautiful!"

You brushed your long hair behind your ears, bent your fingers and tapped the table.

Two beeps, neither deep nor slow, but with a hint of vigilance, the child quickly corrected his attitude and pointed to the textbook with his finger: "Sorry, Sir, that's the word."

"でしたね, the ending of a sentence expressing confirmation, is used for things that were known before but are not sure now."

He looks at you blankly, and you glance at the clock on the table and whisper, "Like—we finish class at five, right (でしたね)?"

The digital clock on the table had already shown [-]:[-], and the blond boy's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

You patted his head lightly.

You went back to the podium and took out your work ID card from the interlayer of the blue lesson plan - the top of the ID card is the photo you took when you joined the job, with your long red hair hanging behind you, your eyes are smiling, and the corners of your mouth are teasing. The arc of his face made people blush and heartbeat when they saw it, and he looked more like a romantic son than a teacher.

Fill in your personal information with a black marker under the photo: "Akashi Shoya, 18 years old, Hidetoku Juku Chinese tutor."

The name of Xiudejuku is quite satisfactory, but the classrooms are well-decorated, and the positioning seems to be a high-end cram school. Seeing that there are still 10 minutes left for get out of class, you stand on the podium and flip through the lesson plans.

The teaching plan is all about primary school content, and the last page is about the students you bring. Your working hours are from [-]:[-] p.m. Moreover, their parents expect them to be able to learn Japanese as soon as possible and integrate into the campus.

"It's so easy," the system said. "Just teaching Japanese, the hourly salary is 5600 yen, which is enough for us to buy 50 cans of bear biscuits."

"I can add another amber baumkuchen." You looked up to the door.

A slim figure appeared outside, the door was knocked, and a gentle female voice came: "Teacher Xiangya, are you free now?"

"Yes." You open the door, and a familiar face of Jia Ailiu appears in front of your eyes. This time she put on a white suit, her long black hair tied into a high ponytail, she looks beautiful and intellectual.

You look down, and she is holding a silver-haired little boy with her right hand. The child's height is less than your waist, and a pair of big purple eyes are looking at you timidly.

You looked away, raised your head and asked Jiaairu: "What's the matter?"

"I have something to discuss with you... This is Gou Jumi, a new student in our cram school, he is six years old this year." Jiaai Liu touched Gou Jumi's head, "His situation is quite special, he is already literate now , but he can't speak very much, and he doesn't know how to communicate with others, so the parents sent him to us in the hope that he can get along with others more, learn how to talk fluently, and express his thoughts to others, so that school will start next month You can send him to school with confidence."

Jia Ailiu was a little embarrassed when she said: "The parents originally meant to let him enter my collective cram school. There are more people there, so maybe he can adapt faster, but..."

You looked down at Gou Makimi, who was shocked by your gaze, and immediately shrunk his body, hiding behind Jiaairu's long skirt.

Jiaai Liu helplessly spread her hands at you, "That's it anyway."

You thought for a while and said: "You can let him come to me to try, I don't have class after five o'clock today."

"That's great," Jiaailiu squatted down and took Goujumi's hand, "Xiao Mi, can you study with this brother from now on? Don't look at his wicked smile, in fact, he has a super gentle personality oh……"

She comforted the dog Jumi patiently, while you stared at his little silver head thoughtfully.

The surname Goujuan is very special. The last time you saw it was in the library of the High School of Conjuration. It is said that when other families are busy passing on the family and inheriting the spells, only this family is full of thoughts about how to let the conjurer The bloodline was cut off, because their family's surgery is very special.

The curse, the words spoken will have a curse effect, so it seriously affects the daily communication with people... Goujumi can't speak, probably because his family deliberately didn't teach him before.

However, he is now six years old, and he should have confirmed that he has not inherited the spell, so he hastily released him for tutoring, hoping to let him return to a normal life.

You remembered the reminder to enter the dungeon—Spellcaster, does it mean this child?

There has never been such a thing that the target of the task is a child, you smiled and leaned over to look at him: "Xiao Mi, I have a Kiva transformation belt, do you want to see it?"

Goujumi bit her lip and nodded expectantly.

You take his hand and lead him into the classroom.

The little blond boy has already packed his textbooks and left. You take out the cardboard box for storing toys from under the podium, and hand the topmost Kiva transforming belt to the dog Jumi.

Only after you actually got in touch with him did you realize that Goujumiya is just shy and not afraid to communicate with others.

He didn't like Jiaairu's collective cram school, and it wasn't because he was afraid of crowded places, but because he didn't know how to express what he wanted to say to others and felt anxious.

After only playing for a few minutes, he obediently sat on the chair and took out the textbook for the first grade of primary school from his small backpack.

He pointed to one of the pages and said, "I want to learn this."

His speech sounds very stiff, and his pronunciation is not accurate, like entering a wrong program. After he finished speaking, he looked at you with some anxiety.

You pulled the textbook towards you, slowed down and read: "A long, long time ago..."

You paused and looked at him gently, he blinked and whispered: "For...a long, long time..."

"No, the sound here should be flat, and the speed should be faster."

He opened his mouth and read again: "A long, long time ago..."

Goujuanmi learns very quickly. Although the teaching content is easier for you than drinking water, his cleverness and eagerness to learn still make you feel a wonderful sense of accomplishment.

"It seems good to be a teacher in the future." You said to the system.

"..." The system didn't quite agree with your thoughts, so it changed the subject and said, "It's already six o'clock."

Goujuanmi's family didn't come to pick him up, and he didn't finish reading a text, so don't be in a hurry and continue teaching him to read.

At seven o'clock, the summer night slowly begins to draw. The scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows seems to be covered with a layer of black paint. Gou Jumi grabs your hand anxiously.

"Teacher Xiangye, brother, he has something to do..."

"It'll be fine, maybe there's a traffic jam on the way here." You pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, countless vehicles formed a long queue outside.

Gou Jumi wrinkled his nose, not knowing whether to believe your words, you opened the box in front of you: "Let's eat something first."

Jia Ailiu saw that you were still there when she got off work, so she went to the store downstairs and bought rice balls for you. The small white rice balls are dotted with a prunes in the center. They look delicious. When the fragrance wafts from the box Coming out, Goumaki's attention was instantly drawn away.

You bit the rice ball and glanced vaguely at the corner of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A black "tent" appeared a few minutes ago, and now it disappeared again.

After having dinner with the dog Jumi, and looking for some toys for him, 10 minutes later, you finally heard the sound of footsteps.

The visitor was wearing a dark college uniform, with the collar turned up to cover half of his face, only revealing a pair of clear purple eyes, which looked like a large dog.

"Brother!" Gou Juanmi put down the toy and rushed over.

"Muyuhua." He stretched out his hand to touch Gou Jumi's head, not letting him approach.

You saw some gray marks on his dark uniform, and his white sneakers looked dirty, so you guessed that he was the one who exorcised the curse outside just now.

And he is more like the mission target this time than Gou Kamiya.

While you were watching him, he took out his phone and pressed it, then handed the phone in front of you, and a line of words appeared on the glowing screen of the phone: "I am the dog curly spine, thank you for helping me take care of my brother."

"You're welcome," you nodded slightly, then paused, "Mr Thorn?"

There are two dogs in the classroom, and it is easier to tell them apart if you call them this way. The eyes of the dog that were exposed outside were bent, and it accepted your name.

Gou Juanmi looked at him, then at you who was sitting still on the chair, suddenly ran to your side, tugged at your sleeve, and whispered, "Brother is hungry."

"Huh? Does Lord Thorn want to eat?"

There are still three rice balls left in front of you. Goujuji took a look and said, "Tuna."

You picked up the tuna rice ball, and his younger brother pulled your sleeve again and said to you: "Brother Xiangya, teach your brother how to speak!"

"My brother can't talk either!"

After he finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue at the dog Juicy, who tilted his head and looked helpless, as if there was nothing he could do with his little prank.

You pass the rice ball over: "Do you want more tuna rice balls?"

The dog curly spine puts away the phone and reaches out to you.

His palm is spread out in front of you without reservation. His fingers are long and slender, with clear lines on the palm, and the pad at the end is full, slightly pink, so soft that you want to pinch it.

The rice ball you were holding was about to fall into his palm, when you suddenly stopped.

The dog Curlythorn blinked suspiciously.

You smile at him.

A "Since it is your brother's assigned teaching, now you should tell me—'I want it.'"

B "Give it to me."

C "Thank you."

D wants him to say something else