I make a lot of money from vests

Yuan Yi showed his ID, and the security guard at the gate of the campus let him in.

The security guard hesitated: "Sir, is that your assistant at the back?"

For some reason, he was a little afraid of the man standing behind him in a tight black T-shirt.

Obviously he was just standing lazily, he swallowed unconsciously, feeling oppressed and wanting to back away.

"Do not……"

Before Yuan Yi could finish speaking, Zenyuan Shier directly squeezed into the door, and said to the security guard who took a step back, "Yes, I'm Teacher Atobe's student and assistant."

The security guard struggled to smile. Strange things happened frequently in the school recently, and the people who were sent to investigate were still two weird men.

"Please come in."

After the people left, the security guard breathed a sigh of relief.

The teacher is so young, the students look older than the teacher.

Thinking of the tragic appearance of the few people who died in the staff dormitory, he couldn't help shivering.

Yuan Yi and the others came late, near dusk, and the whole sky was dim.

The whole school seemed to be surrounded by a layer of gloomy mist, and the sunset in the sky was astonishingly red.

"Like a ghost school..."

Schools, hospitals... Places that are prone to curses are usually very gloomy in the eyes of magicians.

There are obviously many people coming and going, but they pass by silently like ghosts.

Yuan Yi's hair stood on end, he was a little thankful that the dog skin plaster of Chanyuan Shier stuck to it.

Judging from the school's situation, the level of the spell spirit this time is estimated to be at the first level.

Sure enough, side missions with a high amount of money will not be that simple.

Zenyuan Shi Er has keen five senses, and he also sensed that something was wrong in the school.

He glanced back, and the two figures that flashed past shrank behind the tree in an instant.

Sakura Chiyo pulled Nozaki Umetaro's sleeve carefully: "Nozaki-kun, this way of collecting materials is really like tracking..."

Umetaro Nozaki has already opened the "Selfless Realm". In the dark space, only he and his picture books are shining.

Sakura Chiyo tiptoed to see what Nozaki Umetaro painted.

The purple-gray tsundere woman shrank into the arms of the black-haired woman with a crack around her mouth because of fear.

In front of them was a huge monster. The black-haired woman was holding a knife, her tone was stiff but caring.

"Zizi, are you scared? It's really bad."

"It's just... it's not!"

Sakura Chiyo: "..."

Nozaki-kun, wake up! !What you draw is a girl manga, not a manga of a hot-blooded girl fighting monsters! !

Sakura Chiyo suddenly froze on the spot, Zenyuan Shier's gaze and the dense net lifted her up, leaving nowhere to hide.

very scary……

"Nozaki-kun..."

Nozaki Meitaro also felt the sharp and piercing eyes in "The Realm of No Self".

Holding the drawing board in his arms, he pulled Sakura Chiyo away quickly.

Sakura Chiyo's face turned red instantly, the net that hung her up was cut, she fell to the ground, her whole body was smoking.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Nozaki-kun held my hand, fast forward to Nozaki is going to marry me! ! !

Zenyuan Shier looked away, and he chuckled for some reason.

Yuan Yi noticed that he hadn't moved, so he slowed down his pace silently and waited for Zenyuan Shier to catch up.

Anyway, as a person, if there is a ghost, it can be used as a meat shield to block it.

"Teacher Atobe..." Zenyuan Shier raised his tail and deliberately paused, "Where are we going?"

He seems to be keen on calling Yuan Yi by his "nickname". No matter which vest meets him, he always calls him in a frivolous tone.

No matter how you look at it, it's not serious.

Considering that Zenyuan Shier still has the role of a human shield, Yuan Yi's attitude towards him is a little bit better.

He replied, "Go ahead."

The staff dormitory where the accident occurred was at the rear of the teaching building, and on the left was a dilapidated old canteen.

The employees who are still living in the employee dormitory have temporarily moved out, which is also convenient for Yuan Yi to investigate.

Chanyuan Shi'er followed Yuan Yi unhurriedly, Yuan Yi, who had his back turned to him, didn't know that Chanyuan Shi'er was looking at him very maliciously at this moment.

A knife suddenly appeared in the empty hand, Zenyuan Shier gestured a few times in the air, and smiled inexplicably.

Yuan Yi felt something was wrong, turned his head to look at him, and the knife disappeared from his hand again.

Murderous.

Yuan Yi is sensitive to murderous intent, this is out of practice.

He has not let go of his guard against Zenyuan Shier, and clings to him begging for nothing, obviously wanting revenge.

If it were Yuan Yi, if someone killed him, he would miss Yi Yi, and he would not let that person go.

The iron door of the staff dormitory was not locked, and Yuan Yi just wanted to enter when "Martin Morning" reminded him.

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Almost forgot.

The black tent wraps the entire staff dormitory like a film.

Zenyuan Shier stared at Yuan Yi's weird tennis racket behind his back, secretly guessing Yuan Yi's mantra.

Just how much he likes tennis, even the spell hidden in his blood is related to tennis.

He gave a contemptuous "huh", no matter what kind of magician, he was disgusting enough in his eyes.

Taking saving the world as his mission, the hypocrisy is disgusting.

"Tsk, I am honored to see the magician exorcise the curse spirit with my own eyes. It is an honor."

Yuan Yi didn't pay attention to him, he didn't know why he was crazy, he had a strange yin and yang.

Both sides have secrets, and Yuan Yi doesn't care why he knows he is a magician.

Just like Zenyuan Shier didn't care why he wasn't curious about his identity.

Zenyuan Shier moved closer to him, and the warm breath rushed over him forcefully.

There was a faint smell of tobacco on his body mixed with a bloody smell that couldn't be washed off. It wasn't bad, but it couldn't be said to smell good either.

very unique.

"What are you going to do?"

Yuan Yi felt a little helpless, it was difficult to deal with such a shameless person who lost his self-esteem.

As he said, once you get caught, you can't get rid of it.

Even if you shake it off, he will forcefully tear off a piece of flesh and blood.

I still don't know when it will make a comeback and stick together again.

Zenyuan Shi Er shrugged: "It's nothing, just watch the great magician save mankind."

Yuan Yi went upstairs, footsteps sounded very regularly.

"I'm sorry, I let you down. My uncle's conjurer is not to save human beings."

Zenyuan Shier became interested, and stepped on his shadow all the way up: "Aren't all of you conjurers becoming conjurers for such hypocritical reasons?"

Yuan Yi: "What do you know, there are quite a few conjurers who become magicians for money."

Zenyuan Shier lowered his eyes, looking at the shadow covering his feet: "Money is a good thing."

"of course."

It's not because of this "good thing", he's still working as an otaku in his rented house, eating ramen noodles and watching jump, how can he provoke Zenyuan Shier.

On the floor of the corridor, there was a large area of ​​mana debris. Yuan Yi squatted down to examine the debris carefully.

The intensity is different, and it is not left over from the same spell spirit.

When the draft blows, Yuanyi's goosebumps involuntarily stand up.

At the side of his ear was the heavy breathing of Zenyuan Shier. He turned his head and said bluntly: "Mr. Chanyuan, I am not interested in elderly people."

Zenyuan even replied bluntly: "If you don't try it, how do you know you're not interested in elderly people?"

Two people talking meaningless trash talk, neither will let the other.

Yuan Yi relaxed a little inexplicably, maybe he was not the only person breathing in this building, even if that person had bad intentions towards him, he still felt a sense of security for no reason.

There was a faint fishy smell in the air, Zenyuan Shi Er frowned, this faint smell was very obvious in his nose.

Yuan Yi noticed the expression of Zenyuan Shier, and asked about the fishy smell at the same time.

Green goo oozes from the crack of the door, covered with blue light.

Yuan Yi asked, "Can you see it?"

Zenyuan Shier: "What?"

It is the curse spirit.

The green slime condensed into a limp mantra, shaking its body, bubbling "gul" and "gul" on its body.

Like boiling water.

Zenyuan Shier felt the change of the wind, and the mantra-like spirit wrapped around his body.

The curse spirit's head rested on his shoulder, the hair on the top of his head was sparse, ugly and unique.

"Mother--"

"Mother--"

The curse spirit screamed, and spit out a long knife from its mouth.

Zenyuan Shier held the handle and drew the long knife out.

Mother?

Yuan Yi: "Mr. Chanyuan, your hobbies are quite unique."

Zenyuan didn't even care and said, "Isn't it normal for people to have several unique hobbies?"

This kind of self-deprecating way of speaking that doesn't care about himself is really hard for Yuan Yi to resist.

The bubbles on Mana Ling's body exploded, and the green slime pierced the air like an ice pick.

Yuan Yi quickly dodged, and Zenyuan Shier, who could not see the curse spirit and the attack of the curse spirit, closed his eyes.

The corners of the mouth with cracks raised confidently.

He raised his hand and waved the knife, even if he couldn't see it, he easily resolved the attack of the curse spirit.

What a strong and difficult man.

Yuan Yi put his attention back on the mantra.

Small corroded pits appeared on the floor of the corridor, the floor tiles cracked, and green slime took the opportunity to flow.

Yuan Yi pulled out the tennis racket, and the yellow tennis ball brought sparks from rubbing against the air.

The moment he was about to touch the curse spirit, a hole appeared in the curse spirit, and the tennis ball went through the hole and fell to the ground.

"trouble……"

Yuan Yi hooked his fingers, and the tennis ball that fell behind Manu Ling re-spun, attacking Manu Ling from a tricky angle.

But the mantra is limp, and the mucus on his body is corrosive.

The tennis ball was corroded by the slime and turned into a green residue.

The Zen Academy looked at Keigo Atobe calmly.

Pay funeral surgery?

Yuan Yi took out another tennis ball and swung it calmly.

"Atobe Kingdom."

The cold wind gusts, and the green slime is frozen.

The bubbles on Mana Ling's body were frozen, and he no longer made the sound of "gurgling".

Yuan Yi concentrated on all the weaknesses of the mantra spirit under the blessing of "Atobe Kingdom".

The tennis ball hit the mantra, and the mantra that was frozen into ice was scattered by the powerful impact.

Cracks appeared in the ice that had formed on the surface, and fine shards of ice brushed past Yuan Yi's face.

He suddenly changed his hand, and the tennis racket collided with the blade, making a "clang" sound of metal colliding.

The long knife cannot go any further.

"Mr. Chanyuan, stabbing a knife in the back is not a good habit."

The long knife cut down, and the metal on the edge of the tennis racket was scratched.

Excitement flashed in Zenyuan Shier's eyes.

"Teacher Atobe, the students just want to test whether you are qualified to be my teacher."

Yuan Yi dodged Zenyuan Shier's attack and fought back without hesitation.

His eyes were piercing, and he was not afraid of being stabbed by Zenyuan Shier.

"Chanyuan Shier, do you want me to remind you that you are the one who wants to be my student?"

"Oh," Zenyuan Shier changed his words, "The student wants you to see if I am qualified to be your student."

Yuan Yi's expression was cold, the lights above his head were flickering, and the ends of his purple-gray hair turned white under the light.

Yuan Yi stepped back, pointing the tennis racket at Zenyuan Shier.

"No, you're too old."

Being a father and mother with two children, this kind of student, he is not blessed to endure.