You have to recite your teacher's watch before kissing

"Jixiu, what is your relationship with the deceased?"

"It's all right. She was dead when I went."

The woman who spoke had exquisite and beautiful features, with cold brown curly hair, wearing a light brown windbreaker, and sitting on a chair with her legs crossed.

Compared with the policeman opposite, her attitude seemed more perfunctory.

The policeman who interrogated her was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He gave Jixiu an unfriendly look, and then spread his mobile phone in front of her.

In the picture, the deceased is sitting by the window, and the person standing below gestures to him to come down. The next second, the deceased jumped down as if stimulated.

And the villain below is Jixiu.

"Why did you do that?" asked the mustache cop. "Little girl, I want to remind you that you'd better explain clearly here, because once the outside world sees this video, the consequences will be dire..."

Jixiu casually raised her eyelids, stared at him and said, "Really? Is there anything scary about you lying behind you?"

If her gaze had any substance, the back of the mustache she stared at felt chills, and she instantly felt a lot heavier on her back: "I warn you, this is the police station...you!"

Before he could finish speaking, the woman sitting opposite suddenly stood up, casually took out a pen from the pen holder on the table, and threw it at him!

The movement was too fast, and there was only a "swoosh", and the pen grazed his neck artery like an arrow.

Turning his head to look, he took a deep breath - only half of the body of the fountain pen remained, and the rest was stuck firmly into the wall.Shocked, Mustache vigilantly called his subordinates to handcuff her.

Jixiu had already sat back in her chair, and said calmly, "If you don't want to redecorate the police station, you'd better not do it."

Mustache's face darkened, and at this moment, the door suddenly opened.

Two people walked in, one of them was wearing glasses, and Mustache saw the other person, so he immediately stood up and called the captain.

After seeing Jixiu, the person wearing glasses stepped forward and said, "Hi, Teacher Zhaixiu, I'm Yiji Jiegao from Tokyo High School."

Jixiu turned her chair, put her chin in her hand, and looked at her: "Is it you who is going to pick me up at the station?"

Yi Dizhi met her scrutinizing gaze: "...No, Mr. Gojo Wu who picked you up...haven't been in touch yet."

Jixiu: "Is he dead?"

Yidizhi: "...It's just that I didn't get in touch."

Jixiu: "Oh, so he dove me."

Yi Dizhi pushed his glasses, panicked in his heart: ahhh, this woman from China looks so fierce!

Yi Dizhi tried his best to save it: "Maybe something happened temporarily..." After all, occasionally, once or twice, he would encounter a curse spirit halfway.

Jixiu shook her hair lightly, stood up: "It's okay, I don't hold grudges."

Before Yidizhi left with Jixiu, he glanced at the curse spirit on the wall that was distorted in fright, and felt another shock in his heart—he didn't see any magic power on this Jixiu teacher, but facing the second-level curse Ling, but one move to control the enemy.

After making a phone call for someone to clean up the mess, Yidizhi took Jixiu to Tokyo High School.

On the way, Yidizhi explained the general situation of the students.Soon, they arrived at school.

Jixiu walked into the classroom, two girls, three boys and a panda looked at her with appreciative eyes.Seeing the welcome words written in Chinese on the blackboard, she smiled and asked, "Who wrote this? It's well written."

Yuzu Yujin raised his hands and jumped up, his eyes sparkling: "I, I, I! Teacher, I heard that you are Chinese, do Chinese friends also rely on the power of spells to get rid of curses?"

Jixiu shrugged: "I don't have magic power."

Wild Rose propped her chin: "Is that a spell?"

Jixiu: "I don't have any spells either."

Fu Heihui thought: "Could it be the same as Maki-senpai, using magic tools?"

Jixiu: "Well, this... I don't need it either."

Knotweed: "...Then what are you teaching us, teacher?"

"Chinese."

All: "...???"

'Bang—'The closed window suddenly opened from the outside.

"Hello! Children! I'm back, your good teacher! Miss me?"

Looking at Jixiu, the man blocked most of the light outside the window, his flowing silver hair was shining brightly, he was wearing an eye mask, and his long legs were squatting at the window in an extremely aggrieved posture.

"Teacher Wutiao! Where have you been!" Yi Dizhi stepped forward: "Teacher Jixiu has arrived!"

He desperately winks at Gojo Wujo, hoping that he will understand that this teacher Zhai Xiu who has been pigeonholed by him is not easy to deal with.

Gojo Satoru jumped off the window sill, walked up to Jixiu, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Wow, hello, you are a beautiful colleague! My teaching career is finally no longer boring. After all, it is really exciting to meet these boring students every day. Depressed!"

All students: "..."

Jixiu looked at the slender fingers in front of her, smiled slightly, and turned around.

As if not seen.

Gojo Gojo let out a long tone of 'huh', and he went around to her to brush his existence again: "Hello? Yidizhi, do you speak Chinese? Little beauty really wants to not understand."

Yizhizhi: "...Ms. Jixiu can speak Japanese."

Saying that, Jixiu bypassed Gojo Satoru again.

Gojo Satoru: "Huh? Then why did she ignore me? Why? Didn't I greet her very friendly just now? Why did she ignore me?"

Yi Dizhi: "..." Please, ask yourself if you forgot something?

Jixiu had already taken out a few bags when the people behind him broke their mouths.

Jixiu: "We met for the first time, and I brought you some Chinese souvenirs."

The students below were a little surprised. Although they felt that the new teacher knew nothing but good looks, was weak and strange, but no one could resist the temptation of the gift.

Knotweed remembered the first time he met Mr. Wutiao, and said, "Teacher Wutiao likes things like souvenirs the most!"

Gojo Satoru was really excited after hearing this: "Yes, yes, yes, ah, I'm looking forward to it, the gift from the beauty colleague must be great!"

The beauty colleague Ji Xiu heard the words, hooked her lips, and delivered the gifts in her hands to the students.

Knotweed: "Wow, I've seen it before, it's an embroidered scarf! Students, let me show you how handsome I am!"

Fu Heihui: "A very beautiful Chinese folding fan, thank you Teacher Jixiu."

...

Dog curly spine: "Wooden fish flower."

Seeing Jixiu puzzled, Panda explained: "He said thank you, he likes this stinky tofu very much."

After the last student was delivered, Wujo Wu tilted his head and leaned in front of Jixiu, lifting half of his blindfold: "Xiuxiu, is it my turn? Let me guess what it is? I like the scarf very much. Of course, if it is Chinese dim sum is even better."

Jixiu turned around, facing the face that suddenly approached.

The fair skin was almost transparent, and under the eyepatch was a blue eye with slender silver eyelashes that stood out from each other, and there was a smile inside.

Jixiu looked away from Gojo Gojo's handsome facial features, then picked up the last box on the podium, turned and walked towards him.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his hands to meet him—then, he brushed past the gift in Jixiu's hand...

Jixiu: "Mr. Yizhizhi, this last one is for you."

Yi Dizhi: "...Huh?"

Gojo Satoru: "...um."

Yidizhi glanced at the petrified Gojo Satoru, and took the gift box tremblingly.

5 minute later.

Gojo Satoru squatted in the corner with his head in his arms, sobbing, "Why didn't I? Why? Am I not good-looking? I also showed her my beautiful eyes, why didn't she give them to me? Why? Ahhhhh ok sad……"

Students holding souvenirs behind them: "..."