Illness Men's Manual

The white horse passes through the gap, and the beginning of autumn passes by.

Today is still a quiet day in the high school.

Gojo Satoru seldom appears at the high school during this period of time, and most of the time is led by Yuwuori to train and go out with the first-year students.

By the way, I found a lot of ways to gain faith on the way to accept the task, and the basic actions have been stabilized. I just need to teach Knotabagi Yourhito with peace of mind.

"How is it? Do you feel unwell?"

Yuwuzhi just took a finger for him to eat, and absorbed the power in the finger according to the method she said, and it was no surprise that he could master it very well.

Yuzu Yuhito shook his head in disgust, showing an aggrieved expression: "It's just so bad, is there any way to make this taste better?"

"You can discuss this with Xia Youjie." After thinking about it with Wuzhi, according to Youren's progress, he will soon be able to absorb all the fingers.

"As long as you can suppress Su Nuo, you will become very powerful."

The eyes of Katsuobu Youren's eyes sparkled instantly: "I heard from Wutiao teacher, will he become as powerful as that senior Otoku?"

Falling into silence with Wuzhi: "..."

The curse in the child's body is completely different from Su Nuo's.

She answered with some difficulty: "If you can control Su Nuo..."

But according to the current situation, it would be good if the two-faced Su Nuo didn't kill Knotweed Yuren.

Yuzu Yuhito raised his head and thought for a second, then sat next to Yuwuori and rubbed his face, looking at her pitifully: "Can't you go out and meet everyone?"

"Gojo Satoru said that you will make a grand appearance at the exchange meeting." Yuwuzhi opened a magazine and read it. Although she hadn't participated in any exchange meeting at that time, she could probably guess what it was.

"Then don't you have any missions recently?" Yuzu Yujin stretched out his fingers and carefully pinched the corner of Kiriori's clothes, and tugged coquettishly.

"..."

Yuri glanced at him.

In terms of being a good boy, I follow Gojo Satoru quite a bit.

Wujo Wu didn't know what he was busy with during this time, and he didn't care about the affairs of the college at all. If Xia Youjie hadn't been called over, there would have been a big mess. She really wanted to take Youren back to the mountains to practice in seclusion.

However, the teenagers of this period may not be able to stay.

After pondering for a while with Wuzhi, he closed the pages of the book: "Then I will take you out to receive your prayers."

Knotabazu Yuhito was stunned for a second, then jumped up and cheered: "Yeah!"

"..." Look.

Yuwuori came to a university with Knotabagi Yuhito, and couldn't help but sigh why it was a school again, and most of the despair from the bottom of his heart came from these students.

"Is it here?"

Knotabagi Yuhito turned his head and pointed to the door.

She stared at the gate of the school without saying a word. It was obviously a place full of youthful atmosphere, but there was a silent cry of mournful appeal from a certain corner.

The school generally does not allow strangers to enter, but because of the holiday, the school gate is always open, and Wuori and Knotaba Yuhito look like students themselves, which did not attract attention.

She led Youruto all the way to the back of the teaching building, and then stopped.

"Then, go and have a look, and learn to listen to the voice of the human heart."

Knotabagi Yuhito pointed to himself, his eyes widened: "Huh? Shall I go alone?"

Usually, when receiving prayers with Wuzhi, he just took him to watch. He hesitated and said, "But what can I do..."

Yawned with Wuzhi: "Except killing people, you can do whatever you want."

Knotweed Youruhito: "...Hey."

It is exactly the same as the loose attitude of Wujo teacher.

"Don't you need to consider any serious consequences..."

Yuwuzhi calmed down: "No need."

"Boss, teacher, do you really not want to go with me?" Knotabagi Yujin swallowed, staring at the back of the eerie teaching building, "It's so dark in here, and it's already dusk and there aren't many students here... "

"Don't talk nonsense, go in."

Yuri Kiriori urged almost coldly.

"Okay." Yuzu Yujin scratched his head, turned around and strode in, without any hesitation in his footsteps.

If prayers do exist here, there must be someone in need.

With such thoughts in mind, Yuzu Yuhito's footsteps accelerated even more, and he simply trotted towards the back of the teaching building until his figure disappeared completely.

You Wuzhi looked up at the sky, then took out his phone and looked at the dozens of unread messages on it, all of which were spam text messages sent by Wujo Wu.

【Hey, what are you doing? (The cat is cute and holds its cheeks.jpg)]

[The weather today is really nice, let's go shopping together next time (猫猫比心.jpg)]

[Oops, I can’t afford to snap up the limited edition Strawberry Daifuku at Matsuyuki House on Takeshita Road (猫猫哭吃唧.jpg)]

【Are you still teaching Youren? (Little Rabbit Star Eyes.jpg)]

[It's too bad, it's sad that I can't read it back? (Maomao is angry.jpg)]

After watching with Kiriori, he turned off the phone expressionlessly.

She took a deep breath, concealed her breath, followed the pace of Knotabagi Yujin and waited and watched.

Kiriori had also been to this school before.

It was a girl's wish, hoping that all the classmates who laughed at her appearance would disappear.

Behind the seemingly vicious desire is the pain that is suppressed to the point of inner distortion, and the trauma on the soul will never heal. Before teaching others the truth, it is better to experience it for yourself.

So those perpetrators and elders who didn't think so did not really disappear in the end, but to experience a crueler experience than this girl.

These trivial things are not uncommon in the experience with Kiriori, and this is all she can do, and the gods will not listen to the same person's prayers again.

Those neglected children gradually closed their hearts, unable to confide the suffering in their hearts, and what they got would only be an increasingly humble self.

When Wuzhi and Wuzhi followed to the area where the teaching building was backed by the back mountain, they saw the slow pace of Knotweed Yujin. There were rows of trash cans and glove boxes erected here, and the ground was full of weeds and mosquitoes.

Knotaba Yuhito squatted quietly at the corner to observe the situation on the other side.

... quite cautious.

Yuwuori doesn't think Knotabagi Yuhito is an impulsive child.

It's just that in terms of his improved ability and physical talent, Yuwuzhi can conclude that it is no problem for him to deal with a curse below the first level alone.

Knotabagi Yuhito said when he was squatting in the basement watching battle movies before, he also said that force suppression is the best, and he even got a thumbs up from Gojo Satoru.

So what is he going to do?

Kiriori simply jumped onto the school wall, and then jumped to the tree behind the mountain to observe the panorama.

There were a few burly students gathered in the narrow aisle, and Yuri, who stood on a high place, could clearly see the black-haired boy surrounded in the middle.

Common school bullying.

After seeing the situation inside, Knotaba Yuhito began to pick up trash all over the floor, picking up cans, plastic bottles, cartons and paint jars and hugging them in his arms.

And Wuzhi: "..."

What is this doing.

Knotaba Yuhito hugged the garbage in his arms, jumped onto the fence nimbly, approached those guys quickly with cat-like steps, and hid behind the garbage can.

"Let you spend some money, that's all?"

One of the tall, inch-cut students grabbed the skirt of the black-haired boy, shook it viciously a few times, and pushed him to the corner.

The black-haired boy snorted, and pursed his thin lips tightly.

A few younger brothers behind him gathered around and laughed at them while making up their feet, "Aren't you looking down on us? This money is not enough to go out and sing K! Call me and ask my family!"

"Boom!"

A crisp crash sounded.

A soda can flew towards the back of the opponent's head and smashed it hard!

"Ow!"

The student who was hit was holding the back of his head and screaming. He just turned around to see if it was the brat who didn't have eyes, but another soda can attack hit his face.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother Xiong, someone threw me with a can!"

"Where is anyone?" The boy named Brother Xiong frowned and turned around to look at the surrounding environment. It was dark and dark in the school's resource garbage collection area. How could someone come?

"Really, really!"

"Boom!"

Then there was another crisp crash.

This time it was the little brother next to Brother Xiong who was hit, and squatted down with his head in his arms after a scream, "It hurts so much! Who threw it away!?"

"Who the hell dares to meddle in other people's business?!"

Brother Xiong stared wide-eyed, then spat with a sneer, and immediately directed the younger brothers to find someone.

"Look for it! Find it for me right away! This is the way in, you two squat over there for me, and you guys kick all these trash cans away for me!"

Immediately, no one cared about the black-haired boy huddled in the corner. He swallowed, feeling a little surprised.

A few guys searched the entire garbage area and found no one, and some people even climbed onto the fence and looked around: "No, Brother Xiong, there is no one at all."

"Fart, could it be that the trash flew over by itself!?" Brother Xiong was furious, kicking over the nearest trash can, and a pool of dark brown blood spilled from it onto the bottom of his trousers.

The black-haired boy was also stunned, holding himself tighter and not daring to move.

"This, what is this him!" Brother Xiong almost jumped up in fright, and kept shaking the red marks on his trousers.

"Is it paint?"

One of the younger brothers bravely stepped forward, and suddenly smelled the unpleasant stench and almost vomited out!

"It's really blood! It's blood! There's a ghost here!!"

"What is it? Is this the scene of throwing corpses?!"

Suddenly, the trash can that was kicked over suddenly moved.

Everyone was afraid to speak out or breathe.

The timid ones hugged their heads and shrank behind the strong brother Xiong, vaguely seeing his legs trembling slightly. These guys usually bully their classmates to steal money and skip classes, and they beat people with sticks and knives.

When have you seen such a bloody and weird scene?

I saw a blood-stained finger slowly protruding from the inside, making a weird laugh in the gradually darkening sky, and the deliberately raised voice sounded like a woman's neck being strangled: "Who woke me up..."

The hoarse and sharp voice was like a saw blade, not a human voice at all, and the cool wind was blowing against the corners of the clothes and the back.

Like a female ghost crawling out of hell, she crawled towards those guys dragging the trash can little by little with only her bare hands, leaving behind horrific bloodstains while dragging.

"Help, help!!!!"

The younger brother behind Brother Xiong was the first to be so frightened that he ran towards the exit, crying and scrambling.

Even Brother Xiong, whose legs were constantly trembling, scrambled back. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the black-haired boy in the corner. He yanked the black-haired boy by his collar and threw him towards the female ghost!

"No, we didn't wake you up! It was him! If you want to kill him, kill him first!"

The black-haired boy staggered a few steps and fell directly on the bloody water. He sat up and backed up in a panic, staring in horror at the figure slowly emerging from the trash can.

"Yes, sorry..."

The dark-haired boy's pale face and the corners of his lips trembled slightly.

Then--

A furry head drilled out of it, grinned at him, and greeted him in a normal hearty tone.

"Hi! Are you okay?"

"..." The black-haired boy raised his head, his eyes glazed over.

Yuriori watched his students jumping up and down like monkeys with their arms full of garbage, throwing every one accurately like a shooting game, and quickly found a bunker to hide after hitting.

In the end, she sneaked into the trash can and pretended to be a female ghost to scare people.

At that moment, Wuzhi and Wuzhi were at a loss.

Is there something wrong with her teaching?