Illness Men's Manual

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Girls' dormitory.

"You are amazing, Kiriori-san."

Kazuko bent down and took out two cans of juice from the vending machine, handed her a bottle of juice, and burst out laughing at the same time as she received the suspicious gaze from Kirori.

She gestured with her hands and considered her words: "Hmm...that's...you are the first girl I've ever seen tearing apart the curse spirit."

of course--

It's because there is no weapon at hand.

Yuwuzhi smiled a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I was also frightened by the sudden appearance of the curse spirit."

"Ah, that's Jie's spell, which can recover and manipulate the spirit of the spell. These things don't really appear in the high school." Jia Ruozi quickly waved at her, tilting his head to recall Xia Youjie's expression at that time.

"Jie seems to be scared by you too, haha."

Yu Wuzhi understood: "So that's the case, Xia You's technique is really special."

No wonder there was such a strong scent of the curse spirit.

Jia Ruozi took a sip of the canned juice and blinked at her: "You too, I didn't expect you to be able to reverse the art. Did no one teach you?"

"No." He Wuzhi shook his head and started talking nonsense: "Maybe because I grew up in a shrine, I can better understand some true meanings of nature, which is very helpful for my practice."

"Shrine..."

"Remember, Wuzhi-san and Diva-senpai come from the same family." Izumi Nishiko looked at her with intense curiosity, "I heard that witches serve gods...?"

"...Well, that's right."

Smiling with Wuzhi, she was vaguely aware of the tendency to score twice after being asked by Gojo Satoru once during the day.

"Does that god really exist?" Jia Ruozi was full of curiosity.

"........."

"Personally, I think... it exists."

After a very short thought with Kiriori, the answer was completely opposite to that of the day, and he took a sip of the juice: "The gods are not a tool to realize wishes, but more like expectations born from imagination."

As he spoke, he paused with Kiriori, but still had some reservations: "However, whether they exist depends on the subjective judgment of the naked eye, or they really exist, which also varies from person to person."

"That's right." Jiarui Nitzi laughed thoughtfully, threw the empty can into the trash can, his eyes were a little different, and he sighed:

"As expected of a shrine maiden, gods are not tools to fulfill wishes, but every year Hatsune goes to shrines or temples to pray for safety."

Very contradictory, isn't it?

Seeking self-expectation is also a use of faith.

After a pause with Wuzhi, he asked her tentatively: "Will you go to pray too?"

Many gods are willing to listen to the prayers of conjurers first. After all, the faith and power produced by such people are much stronger than ordinary people.

"me?"

Jiarui Zizi stood up and stretched his waist, and spent almost no time thinking: "If you really want to say something, it was to go to school before, but now it is good to graduate."

Not a strong desire at all.

Realized value was not reached.

... a little discouraged.

"If I really want to say..."

Jia Ruozi seemed to think of something, and muttered in his mouth: "The wish of the singer-songwriter has never changed. Every year, the wall is filled with paper notes, painted horses, wind chimes and sky lanterns, and paper cranes..."

"Eh? What did you write?" Yuwuzhi raised his head, a little curious.

She smiled and said, "Gojo Satoru dies."

"..."

This desire is too strong.

There is a feeling that it is about to pile up into resentment.

but.

That's a curse.

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Since she has the same rare technique as Iyuri Glass, she spends more time with Kiriori not in the classroom, but in the laboratory of the high school.

Sitting in the laboratory with his chin resting on his hands, Jia Ruozi let out an exclamation.

"It's very suitable. As expected, JK in active service must wear a uniform to be called JK."

"No, don't you think it's strange?"

Yuwuori tugged at the hem of the skirt subconsciously, only feeling that her thighs were chilly.

Too fair skin is exposed to the air, which makes people worry about whether it will be oxidized in the next moment.

It is very uncomfortable for people who wear kimono and witch costumes all year round.

Due to the loose management and traditional relationship of the high school, like Wuori and Diva, she is authorized to wear a maiden uniform to study, and only needs to change into a school uniform on special occasions.

The black hair hangs softly behind the head, and the swaying hair tips around the waist outline a slender line, perfectly showing the figure of a young girl.

It is naturally inconvenient to wear a large maiden uniform when entering the laboratory, so she changed into a light uniform for easy operation, Jiarui Glass pointed to her lapel to remind her.

"Here, it's not fastened."

Yukiri looked down and saw that the buttons on his collar were loose.

It doesn't matter what.

Anyway, after finishing the experiment, she will change it back.

Before Wuori could react, Glass sighed and jumped off the high chair to help her fasten the buttons, with a gentle breath blowing over her face.

Yuwuzhi was stunned for a moment, "Student Jiaru is really gentle."

It's too close.

The distance between the two is close enough to exchange breath.

"No." Jiarui Glass replied casually, sliding her fingertips on the neckline, moving her pupils slowly to move the small mole of tears, and winking playfully at Yuri.

"This is for Kiriori-san."

Ok?

Just my kindness or?

"Thank you, then let's start." Yuwuzhi covered the doubt in his eyes and rubbed shoulders with her, walked to the experimental table and stared at the white mouse on the white cloth.

"..."

Jia Ruozi kept the action of buttoning the buttons unchanged, and seemed to be taken aback for a moment.

Then he went back to her as usual and began to explain. Compared with learning the written art knowledge from those teachers, it is more fun to study with beautiful and lovely girls.

Thinking of Jia Ruzi's fingertips, she stopped turning the pen, and her eyes moved to the tear mole at the corner of the opponent's eyes.

same place,

Same mole.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Take a closer look at the focused eyes, the slightly pursed corners of the pink lips, the hair behind the ears, and the legs that are sometimes rubbed together because they are not used to it...

Much like but not quite like.

Gradually blurred vision and nerves covered the other side's face like a mist, so she couldn't help but take a closer look at the mole of tears.

Really nice.

"what happened?"

Ah, noticed.

"It's nothing, I just like the mole at the corner of Wuzhi's eye."

Yuwuori touched the mole on Mikage's spot, tilted his head and looked up: "Don't you have it too?"

Jia Ruozi stretched out his fingertips and tapped his cheek as if in deep thought, and also tilted his head and smiled: "Yeah, so I like myself very much."

With a chuckle, Wuzhi continued to turn his head to stare at the experimental product, ignoring the subtle changes in the eyes of the other party.

—Love it as much as you love yourself.

Sure enough, human beings love themselves the most, and they also love others because they want to meet their own needs.

It's quite a novel experience.

"Let's go have dinner together after class, I know a delicious restaurant."

Jia Ruozi sent out an invitation, stretched out a soft palm to her, and smiled slightly.

"The clothes will be changed later, right? That store needs to queue up, it's better for us to go there earlier."

In fact, it doesn't take long to wait in line, but I just want her to wear the same school uniform as myself, so I proposed it like this.

"it is good."

Sure enough, he agreed again.

It's a character that will make people push their feet.

The two of them were walking on the road, but they attracted the attention of many people passing by. The busy streets were full of fireworks that belonged to the world, and there were many noises.

I was a little lost in thought with Wuzhi.

Because it's been a long time since I went shopping like this.

The last time seemed to be with Rime at the Heian Festival.

"Here we are. The food in Snow House is very popular. You can see that it's already full." Jia Ruozi pulled Wu Zhi into it and took a look, and saw that there were still scattered places on the outside terrace, so he hurriedly pushed her over. .

"I'm going to order food, let me treat you today, what would Mistori-san want to eat?"

The best solution is to let Wuori sit here to occupy a seat, and she trots to the counter to line up to order food.

But letting the beautiful JK sit here alone will undoubtedly attract many chatters.

It's just asking for contact information. These mobile phone numbers or email addresses are not particularly important to her.

Although the meaning is unclear, it is similar to showing kindness casually, right?

There are always some thick-skinned guys around Wuzhi, and they talk like a river: "Are you really not considering joining our brokerage company? I guarantee you will be a big hit? A high school girl like you doesn't need to work hard at all. Success..."

Idol debut...

And Kiriori thought about it seriously.

Seeing that there was something to be said about it, the man sat in the position of Nitzi, and talked with her at eye level, the smile on Wuzhi's face faded a little, and he said softly:

"stand up."

Slightly, a little bit of arrogance leaked out.

"what?"

The man's long talk was interrupted without feeling annoyed. Hearing the other party's Qingling voice, the body moved forward unconsciously. He smelled the faint fragrance and showed a fascinated look: "Lovely lady, what are you talking about?"

"She said—"

Another, more assertive and contemptuous tone sounded.

The man's back collar was lifted up mercilessly in the next second, and his short body was forced to leave the seat, his neck was strangled by the collar and he couldn't breathe, his face flushed red and he kept struggling.

"Let go, let me go!"

The white-haired boy in a black school uniform was full of impatience. Taking advantage of his height of 1.9 meters, he easily lifted the man in front of him, stared at him through the small round sunglasses and repeated.

"Get up, come on, oh?"

"Well, you have to listen carefully to Miss Lovely."

Another boy with the same school uniform and ball head came out from behind him with his arms folded, his eyes curved in an arc, and his smiling expression unconsciously reminded him of cunning creatures like foxes.

"Yes, sorry!!!"

Completely shrouded by the shadows of the two 1.9-meter-high buildings, the man's figure froze immediately, trembling, he apologized and fled hurriedly from the shop.

This small commotion also managed to calm the other people's eagerness to move, and they buried their heads in cooking.

"Really, I managed to come back at lunch time." Gojo Gojo shook his hand as if he had touched something dirty, and then sat down on the chair next to Wuzhi, crossing his legs and complaining non-stop.

"I just finished cleaning up those disgusting things, and now I have to clean up the unscrupulous adults again."

Hear is this what a high school student should say.

"Hey, you're only 17 years old, right?"

Xia Youjie raised his thin eyelids, squinted at him, turned his head to Yu Wuzhi with a smile that he felt quite good about himself, and sat down very logically.

There is a vacuum.

There is also the necessary rubbish talk for those who strike up a conversation.

"What a coincidence, come to eat?"

"It seems that there are only vacancies here."

"Then let's go together?"

The smile with Wuzhi disappeared: "..."

One thing to say, you guys are annoying too.

The author has something to say: Ah, it appears, garbage DK's pickup quotes, welcome to add!

Fun quiz at the Kyoto school every year: Senior singer’s New Year’s wish this year is:_____

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!