Illness Men's Manual

"Is this the transfer student?"

Jiarui Glass put his hands behind his back, stared curiously at Wuzhi, and exclaimed slightly: "It's so beautiful, and there is a mole in the corner of the eye just like me."

"mole?"

Gojo Satoru then noticed the mole at the corner of Wuzhi's eye, raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously there was no such mole yesterday.

"Hi, my name is Yuwuzhi."

Bowing slightly with Kiriori, the etiquette is in place, and it looks like a top student at first glance.

Ye Mozheng nodded in satisfaction, compared to the other two brats who were not worry-free, Duo and Wuzhi were pleasing to the eye, and cleared his throat: "You should have known each other just now, right?"

"I'm the class teacher of the second grade. This is a family member. Welcome to Wuzhi."

Jia Ruozi waved to her and raised a friendly smile: "Hello, I heard that you are a distant relative of the singer-songwriter?"

"Yes."

Wuzhi smiled, and the information said so.

Noctua Zhengdao sighed: "In this way, there will be four second graders."

"..."

Four, four?

I was a little at a loss with Wuzhi.

Unexpectedly, there are so few conjurers in this world.

"Full-time boarding system, usually at school to complete homework and extracurricular tasks to exorcise curse spirits, school grades once a year, magician assessment once every three years, Wuzhi missed the last rating, so he will first be judged as a low-level magician Arranging tasks..."

"report!"

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand suddenly, and suggested in a brisk tone: "Why don't you test it first?"

"After all, he is a distant relative of Song Ji's predecessor, and he jumped directly to the top student of the second grade. No matter how you look at it, it can't be a low-level student, right?"

"Take back your tone of reading, isn't it disgusting!" Diva rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

Xia Youjie was thoughtful, rubbing his chin with his fingertips: "That's right, it doesn't seem fair to Wuzhi."

After hearing the words, Ye Mo Zhengdao took a look at Wu Zhi, who was pleasing to the eye with lowered brows, and said in a deep voice after thinking for a moment: "It happens to be the actual combat class in the morning, so let's see it then."

Gojo Satoru clenched his fists and cheered, "Yeah!"

"..."

Hearing Wujo Satoru next door's fists clenched, Yuwuzhi twitched the corners of his mouth.

This guy……

The corners of Xia Youjie's lips curled up, a little helpless: "Just train as usual?"

Ye Mozheng said: "Well, Diva can go back too."

The singer looked back at her junior step by step, tightly held the hand of Jia Niuzi and told: "You must not be spoiled by these two scumbags, Wuzhi has not been out of the family for a long time, it is easy to leave going astray."

"No, I will be optimistic about Kiriori-san."

Jiajin Nitzi laughed dryly, finally sent the singer away, and took the initiative to talk to Wuzhi: "Shall we go to the training ground outside the field?"

"sorry to bother you."

She tugged at the corners of her mouth with Wuzhi, and a line of sight kept scratching her back.

"You don't have to look out of this way."

Xia Youjie patted Wutiao Wu's shoulder, a little helpless: "Hey, restrain yourself."

"Tch, I can eat her or not."

Gojo Satoru sneered, walked over to Wuzhi with both hands and paused, bent down and easily pressed her shoulder, his beautiful lips raised: "Please give me your advice in the future."

"Kiriori-san."

The deliberately lowered voice gave another layer of meaning to the words lingering on the tip of the tongue, the warm breath swirled in the ears, and the smile floating on the surface made the heart feel like falling into an ice cave.

Yuwuzhi pursed his lower lip hard, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There is a bad feeling.

but……

There's no reason to be afraid of him.

Walking to the empty training ground, the entire college campus is very large, and the green branches and leaves outline a hidden paradise. Such an environment is indeed very suitable for cultivation.

Holding the sleeves with Wuzhi, she walked slowly, looking more like a pampered noble lady. When passing the mahogany corridor, the housekeeper whispered in her ear:

"These two guys are really terrible in actual combat. If you don't want to continue, remember to raise your hand to signal. If you are injured, you can come to me directly."

Jia Ruozi blinked at her.

Is it a healing technique...

No, it should be the reversal technique.

Searching for the information in the brain with Wuzhi, this kind of spell was very rare in the Heian period, because its uses are very diverse and mysterious, and it is more difficult to learn, and most owners will only use it for healing.

The spells are all innate, and 90.00% of high-level magicians are inherited from talent.

And the reversal technique is the only technique that can be learned the day after tomorrow.

Strictly speaking, the reversal technique is not a real technique, but the negative energy mantra that is usually used is reversed and output into positive energy for use. In fact, it is easy to learn as long as you know the principle.

The knowledge of these spells...

That guy Su Nuo taught me...

He Wuzhi closed his eyes, opened them and returned to calm water.

After arriving at the venue, Gojo Satoru jumped to the center of the battlefield first, raised his hand and pinched his phalanx to make a crisp sound.

Thinking of the injury on his waist, he hid his gloomy gaze behind the sunglasses, and began to move and stretch the muscles and bones of his legs, showing his body's great flexibility.

Xia Youjie looked at it for a while, "Wu, you seem to be very hostile."

Gojo Satoru denied, "No, it's a friendly curiosity about new classmates, you don't understand."

"...Don't be too curious, that's not a good sign."

Xia Youjie glanced at him, put his arm on the silver-haired boy's shoulders and instructed, raised his eyebrows at the people on the steps, and glanced at the girl behind him with his long and narrow eyes.

Kiriori was also looking at him at the same time.

The wide bloomer trousers and the bunted head, the strand of hair falling from the forehead softens the face a lot, and the black earrings on the earlobe shine brightly in the sun, showing a different kind of Buddha nature.

"The actual combat class is a two-person team fight, and you can choose freely between them."

Ye Mozheng said calmly, with his hands behind his back, he also wanted to see how strong the students who were abandoned by the Kyoto school were.

Kiriori and Kiriori looked at the two people on the battlefield.

Sure enough, Nitro is not in the optional category, as the owner of a rare spell, can he avoid fighting?

His gaze happened to meet Shang Xia Youjie's lacquered pupils, and he smiled kindly.

Decided.

"Then I will trouble Xia You." Yu Wuzhi spoke softly, and Gojo Gojo snorted coldly as expected, and was reluctantly dragged away by Noctua Moth, squatting on the side of the battlefield.

The closest place to the battlefield.

The question lingering at the tip of my heart gradually deteriorated, quietly climbing the nerve line of vigilance.

"Kiriori-san, I'll finish my order."

Xia Youjie's thin eyelids curved gently, and even though the smile on his brows kept expanding, it couldn't hide the recklessness and contempt in his bones.

"So rude."

Yuwuzhi's attitude was still gentle and polite, and his figure attacked the ball-headed boy in front of him. Although his figure was fast, he was immediately noticed by the opponent, and he moved his feet lightly to avoid the blow.

In terms of physical skills, he is not bad either.

"No magic spell?"

But to be honest, Xia Youjie was a little curious about the opponent's technique. While avoiding the next surprise attack, he gradually realized that something was wrong. The attack method was very skilled and he gradually felt his movements.

Every move that followed was a prediction, Xia Youjie paused, and decided not to give way to the opponent when he changed from dodging to parrying, and quickly changed direction to approach her.

In an instant, I smelled the cold fragrance in the other party's hair.

He couldn't help but vigilantly identify it, it seemed to be the smell of mountains and forests, flowers and wild fruits, and the slight sweetness of clear streams.

The vague senses and momentary reverie were fully realized in his mind, Xia Youjie frowned inaudibly, his eyes deepened, and he brushed her hair away a few steps away.

This speed is really too slow.

Concentrated with Wuzhi, deep marks were drawn on the battlefield under his feet, the loose skirt swayed slightly, and then he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the boy beside him!

Ok?

Xia Youjie bent back to dodge it with ease, and grabbed Wuzhi's ankle with his backhand, and the ankle wrapped in white socks was firmly controlled in the palm of his hand.

The calloused fingertips tightened unconsciously, as if he accidentally tore off a section of the sock, exposing the white inner ankle.

It is an inexplicable desire to peek at the whole picture.

He looked away and kindly reminded: "It's better for girls to avoid this kind of offensive as much as possible."

That being said.

Didn't you let go?

Xia Youjie let go of his hand after realizing it, and the pad of his thumb lightly brushed the corner of his mouth. The next moment, he turned around to her side and threw her over his shoulder!

Obviously close combat.

The moment Wuzhi's body soared into the air, the white outline shimmered, and the hair wrapped in it lifted up, giving it a sense of inviolability and sacredness.

what?

Xia Youjie froze for a moment, Huang Shenjian and Wu Zhi were supported by light force and landed slowly, the impact just now was offset?

No matter what attack is launched next, it will be easily counteracted, and the aggressiveness will be weakened. What kind of spell is this?

In order to further test the opponent's strength, Xia Youjie entered a semi-combat state.

[Spell Manipulation]

A small black vortex suddenly appeared above the shoulders, and a strange shape made of curse spirits drilled out to attack Wu Zhi, with wriggling limbs scrambling to grab the opponent's feet.

"Teacher, Jie has used a spell."

Jia Ruozi stared at it intently, and made a sound with some concern.

"Student Wuzhi's spell power output is rare." Noctua Zhengdao stared at the battle situation closely, there is no mistake, it is not an ordinary spell power, "What do you think? Enlightenment?"

"what."

Gojo Satoru folded his arms and let out a smirk, and replied lazily: "Yes, this should be what Nitro is most familiar with, and the spell power is output positively."

Negative emotions = mantra power, which is mainly used to activate spells and strengthen organs and organs, but in turn, the mantra power is positively output, but few people can do it.

Iyori Glass is a rare spellcaster who happens to be able to do it, she blinked, "It seems to be ah, it feels very familiar, but she is not used for healing..."

"It's used to weaken it."

The positive output of mana can perfectly suppress the normal mana.

The constantly weakened curse spirit was still entangled with Wuzhi, and Teng felt a sense of impatience, and she simply tore it apart neatly by raising her hand, and instantly exploded black blood flowers.

"you--"

Xia Youjie was slightly taken aback. Although what he released were only low-level curse spirits that would not hurt anyone, she tore them apart with her bare hands like this...

Very visually impactful.

When the exploded limbs and the black liquid happened to be looking at her, pupils of two different blacks intertwined together, creating a beauty that was gradually dyed by ink.

With the airflow brought by breathing, the heart is torn, like a drum beating on the chest cavity.

The throat began to dry unconsciously, and the symptoms first appeared.

"..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt something was wrong, interrupted loudly: "Hey, are you alright?"

Hearing the sound and falling to the ground, Wuzhi staggered a few steps forward because he was not familiar with the conversion between power and spell power.

"Be careful."

Xia Youjie swallowed the discomfort in his throat, supported her shoulder and asked, "Are you all right?"

"Well……!!"

--What is that!

"I'm fine!" Yuwuzhi suddenly widened his eyes, took two steps back to stand firm, and hurriedly moved away from him.

Why does it taste like this?

Sluggish, viscous, and suffocating.

It is clearly a curse spirit formed by the fusion of countless negative emotions in the body of the magician.

She took a few breaths to calm the nausea.

What kind of existence is a conjurer?

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Xia Youjie kept the same posture just now, but his expression was a little stagnant: "Hmm...?"

It seems that you are disgusted?

Jia Ruozi patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, you are the same as Wudu."

Gojo Satoru turned his head and looked over:?

The author has something to say: This can be regarded as a life experience in the lower realm of the gods... But she has no feelings, and even wants to drop out of school on the same day (?