I make a lot of money from vests

Knotaba Yuhito was sprinkling roses into the air with a flower basket full of roses, Genichi put on his coat and snapped his fingers towards the sky.

Yuzu Yujin grabbed a handful of roses and cooperated with Yuan Yi.

All the light was converging on Yuanyi, he took off his coat and threw it casually, sitting in the middle of the dog curly head who was watching the game by the edge of the tennis court.

He shook his head helplessly, and took off the coat covering his head, which was stained with the strong aroma of rose petals.

The dog roll sneezed, then folded the coat neatly and put it aside.

Yoshino Junpei clenched his fists and said nervously, "Sho, who do you think will win?"

Gou Juan drooped his head, took a bite of the rice ball, and said absently, "Muyuhua."

Yoshino Junpei: "Sho also thinks it's Atobe-sensei, it's just like me."

Yuzu Yuhito stopped throwing flowers, poked Yoshino Junpei and asked curiously: "Why can you understand Ji's words, but I can't?"

Gou Juan looked at him and said seriously, "Salmon!"

Yuzu Youren poked his head out, his eyes widened bulgingly: "Ji, what are you talking about?"

Yoshino Junpei translated: "Spine said you want to call him brother."

Knotabagi Yourhito said obediently: "Brother."

Goujuu nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to pat his fluffy pink head.

Yoshino Junpei asked: "Yuhito, your hair color is very special, the top is pink and the bottom is black."

Yu Zhang Youren grabbed a piece of pink hair and placed it in the palm of his hand: "I was born with pink hair, and the girls in the class still envy me for having pink hair."

While they were talking, Yuan Yi easily defeated his opponent, won the match and gained control of the tennis court.

He is waiting for his own applause and rose petals.

"Cough cough." Yuan Yi coughed, reminding them to cheer.

He waited for a long time, and the opponents on the opposite side had all left without waiting for the applause.

His students were chatting together, not paying attention to his heroic appearance when he just played.

"What are you talking about?"

Yoshino Junpei: "I'm talking about Yuren's hair color."

Yuan Yi said gloomyly: "Is this more important than watching the teacher's game?"

Yuzu Yujin applauded belatedly, and rose petals covered Yuan Yi's face.

Knotweed excitedly said: "Teacher Atobe is great, the tennis court is ours now."

Genichi knocked on the head of the knotweed with his fingers, and angrily took out the tennis racket specially bought for the knotweed Yujin from his tennis bag.

"Pink!" Knotabagi Yujin was twirling around in the sun with a tennis racket, "There's a little tiger on the handle!"

Gou Juan took out his tennis racket and motioned to Knotweed to have a look.

He poked his head over and exaggerated: "The thorny thing is the rice ball."

Gou Juan immediately lowered his face, and said dissatisfiedly: "Salmon!"

Yoshino Junpei dutifully translated, "Youren, I want to call you brother."

"Oh." Polygonum cuspidatum Youren said, "Brother."

After Yuan Yi defeated his opponent with his tennis skills, there were only four of them left on the tennis court.

"Teach you a new serve today."

Yuan Yi picked up the tennis racket, and the yellow ball flew into the air. He jumped high, and the tennis racket hit the tennis ball, making a crashing sound.

The high-speed spinning tennis ball goes over the block, falls to the ground, and then bounces.

The sweat dripping from the corner of Yuan Yi's forehead fell to the ground, and the sun fell on it, reflecting the light.

Knotashi Yuhito: "Mr. Atobe, can you teach me the serve just now?"

Yuan nodded: "Yes."

Three kids lined up on the tennis court and took turns serving.

After Yuan Yi explained the technique to them, he began to teach them how to serve hand in hand.

"Shunpei, hold it higher." Genichi said solemnly, "Compared with Ji and Yuren, your physical strength is the worst, but you are careful and observant, and you can see through the opponent's flaws. This is your advantage. , You need to exercise more and improve your physical strength."

Yoshino Junpei made a sullen face, and said seriously: "Mr. Atobe, I have been doing morning exercises recently, and I will work hard to improve my physical strength."

Yuan Yi praised: "Very good, the teacher believes that you can do it."

Among the three, the one with the most standard movements was Gouju. After Yuan Yi corrected some of his small mistakes, he set his sights on Yuzu Yuhito.

He is the youngest, but his physical fitness is the highest.

Sometimes Yuan Yi, who is so strong, can't help sighing.

"Youren, your shortcoming is that you move too fast and do whatever you want, resulting in flaws all over your body, but you react quickly and can make up for it in time every time."

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Mr. Atobe, how should this shortcoming be corrected?"

Yuan Yi: "Slow down, don't be impatient."

Tennis training is boring and boring, but these three children can endure loneliness better than adults, and they are very serious about every swing.

On the other hand, Yuan Yi was tired after teaching for a while.

[You are not even as good as three children. ]

With a sad face, Yuan Yi said weakly: "Are these three children? They are big monsters that can destroy the world!"

Yuan Yi looked at the tennis ball in his hand and continued to output: "Is this tennis ball? This is a biochemical weapon that can defeat aliens!"

Yuan Yi is glad that the three children he teaches are obedient and sensible, and they are not bear children.

If there were three brats, he might not have ascended to heaven on the spot, and would have died on the spot for several years.

Yuan Yi looked at the time and said: "Today's training is over, the teacher invites you to eat."

Yoshino Junpei hesitated to speak: "Teacher, no need..."

Yuan Yi waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, the teacher made a lot of money yesterday."

The salary of being a foreign language teacher in Goujuan's family is not low. In addition to this ostensible status, Yuan Yi is also a freelance conjurer, and he can earn a lot of money by taking a few tasks to exorcise curse spirits.

Because of his family and personality, Yoshino Junpei always has too many worries when getting along with everyone.

When ordering, always pick the cheapest thing.

Knotweed Yujin took half a mouthful of ice cream into his stomach, he let out a breath of cold air, and said vaguely: "It's so delicious..."

The dog roll gave a thumbs up, agreeing.

Yoshino Junpei remained silent, but the smile on his face never stopped.

In a hidden corner of the store, the expressionless male high school student Sheng Sheng held a pencil in his hand, spying on Yuan Yi's table from time to time.

The pencil rustled against the paper, and the ice cream on the table was half-melted.

Sakura Chiyo said awkwardly: "Nozaki-kun, the ice cream is about to melt..."

Nozaki Umetaro seems to have entered the realm of selflessness, immersed in painting.

Sakura Chiyo sighed silently, propped her head up to watch Nozaki Umetaro seriously draw.

I thought that Nozaki-kun asked her out to eat ice cream for a date, but I didn't expect it to be for painting.

When will this straight man be enlightened! !Obviously a girl manga artist, damn it! !

Sakura Chiyo looked at Nozaki Umetaro's painting, and instantly a black line appeared on her forehead that did not exist.

She looked at the table where Genichi was sitting with a dark face, and Nozaki-kun began to turn to innocent passers-by again.

In Nozaki Umetaro's pen, the handsome man turns into a long-haired and arrogant lady, and the three little boys turn into three little girls without accident.

Nozaki Umetaro drew for a while, and fell into a tangle.

"Sakura, I'm thinking about a very serious question."

Sakura Chiyo said, "What's the problem?"

Nozaki Umetaro's expression was very solemn, and Sakura Chiyo swallowed nervously.

"The attribute of a male mother is more attractive, or the persona of a tsundere and narcissistic young lady is more attractive."

Sakura Chiyo: "..."

What was she expecting? Nozaki-kun had such a serious expression on his face that he thought he was about to be confessed.

Her most important enemy is not other girls, but manga.

Nozaki Umetaro added another character to the painting. Since it is difficult to choose, he has to choose both.

Sakura Chiyo smiled helplessly, and Nozaki-kun who took manga so seriously made her heart move even more.

Genichi didn't know that he had become the material of other people's comics, and after eating the ice cream, Genichi sent Yoshino Junpei and Knotabagi Yuhito home.

And Gou Juan was still by his side, preparing for the task of exorcising the cursed spirit at night.

Yuan Yi asked, "Are you nervous?"

The dog curly spine shook his head and nodded, not knowing whether he was nervous or not.

Tonight's mission is Goujuanji's first official mission, accompanied by Yuan Yi.

As a spellcaster of a family of spells, Goujuan has learned how to use spells to destroy spell spirits since he became conscious.

The same is true for children from other magic families. They have to start training at a young age and take on responsibilities that should not be borne by them.

Yuan Yi couldn't help but think of the death of Hui Yuanxiong that he spied from Xia Youjie's memory.

Goujuan noticed Yuanyi's clenched fists, and he lightly touched Yuanyi's hand.

"Salmon?"

Yuan Yi shook his head: "It's nothing, I'm just thinking about how beautiful the future is that the conjurers are desperately trying to protect, so it's worth their desperation."

Goujuu raised the phone, and the screen lit up.

[The teacher is also a conjurer. ]

Yuan Yi laughed at himself: "I'm not that great."

Goujuan's first official mission is not difficult, and the mission location is an abandoned kindergarten.

The starlight is dim tonight, which inexplicably adds some gloomy atmosphere.

Yuan Yi opened the rusty iron gate and entered the kindergarten.

Goujuan followed beside him, not looking too scared.

He carefully observed his surroundings, trying to find the mana left behind by the mantra.

Yuan Yi: "Are you afraid?"

Goujuan shook his head resolutely. He also often conducts training to exorcise curse spirits at home. Although he is young, his strength is already at the level of a fourth-level magician.

Yuan Yi: "Now the mission officially begins, I will always follow you, but I will not provide any help."

Goujuu nodded, and walked up the stairs steadily step by step, ready to go upstairs.

Yuan Yi looked at the tennis club on his back, hesitated to speak: "I wanted to ask just now, why do you need to bring tennis balls for the task of exorcising curse spirits?"

Gou Juan froze in place, took out his phone and turned his head slowly.

[I am used to going out, I forgot that I came to exorcise the curse...]

Yuan Yi said happily: "Ji, you will definitely become an excellent tennis player in the future."

Dog Roll: "..."

What he wants to be is an excellent conjurer, not a tennis player...

The dog rolled upstairs, turned off the flashlight, and stared intently at the ground.

There was a series of incantations on the floor of the corridor, and strange noises came from the classroom ahead.

Like the sound of footsteps, and the sound of objects being dragged.

The farther you go, the more pronounced the sound becomes.

"Guji..."

Another strange sound sounded, the classroom door suddenly opened by itself, and the strange "squeak" sound echoed in the corridor.

The ugly curse spirit came out of the classroom. It had long arms, propped up on the ground, no legs, only a long tail hanging on the ground.

It can only walk with its hands, and every time it takes a step, its tail will rub against the ground, making a creepy sound.

Yuan Yi stood behind Goujuan, and seeing Goujuan's lack of movement, he couldn't help becoming nervous.

Suddenly, he moved.

He... pulled out the tennis racket behind him.

Yuan Yi: "???"

What is the operation of taking out a tennis racket if a spellcaster doesn't use curse words to filthy curse spirits? ?

Yuan Yi was confused, and began to think whether it was a wrong decision to teach a dog to roll a tennis ball.