I make a lot of money from vests

[The first phase of the task is completed, and the second phase of the task will start - the simulated accommodation. ]

Yuan Yi: "What is a simulated accommodation?"

["Martin Morning" will open a special space where members of the tennis club can train tennis. ]

[The opening of the first special space will be two days later, and the opening time will be two days. ]

two days later?Yuan Yi looked at the calendar, and it happened that the opening time of the special space would be within two days.

Yuan Yidao: "How can I explain this magical special space to those children?"

[Don't worry, "Morning with Martin" will rationalize the special space in their heads. ]

Yuan Yi: "Is it dangerous to sleep together in this special space?"

["Martin Morning" will protect the safety of the personnel who enter the special space for training, please rest assured. ]

Yuan Yi contacted the parents of several children and explained that he would go out with him for two days on weekends.

The only person who didn't tell was Chanyuan Hui's family.

Zen Yuanhui put on a sullen face, deliberately slowing down his pace: "Teacher, just tell him in the text message, why do you want to meet him in person?"

Yuan Yi: "Because the location of the co-studio is remote, there is a possibility that there is no signal, and parents will be worried if they cannot contact their children for two whole days."

Chanyuanhui muttered: "That guy won't worry about me anymore."

Yuan Yi used the "special locator" again, endured the "special locator" and arrived at the place where Shier is located.

Large posters were posted outside the gymnasium, and the advertisements on the promotional walls were replaced by Yazawa Nicole's advertisements.

Zenyuan Hui said: "He should be here, recently he is working as a bodyguard for the person on the poster."

There were faint gunshots in the gymnasium, Chanyuan Hui ran through the crowd and quickly ran into the gymnasium.

It's not like he doesn't seem to care about his father at all.

What an awkward father-son pair.

"There are bombs—"

Yuan Yi quickly pulled out the tennis racket and hit the high-throwing tennis ball.

A layer of ice quickly condensed on the ground of the gymnasium. The yellow tennis ball hit the bomb, and a thick layer of ice quickly wrapped the bomb.

The finely crushed ice slag splashed and turned into water instantly when it landed.

With a sullen face, Zenyuan Shier picked up the tennis ball that had fallen at his feet.

He looked at the man who was standing next to Zenyuan Hui and swung the ball.

A head of purple-gray hair that he couldn't forget.

Zenyuan Shier once again recalled the night when he lost [-] million, he couldn't help but smile, his good son sent the person who cut off his fortune to him.

The enemies in the gymnasium did not stop attacking, Zen Yuan Hui took out the tennis racket, and together with Yuan Yi used the tennis ball to attack the enemy.

He is not as accurate as Yuan Yi, and every shot can hit the enemy's head.

He aimed hard and swung his racket, but several times out of ten swings still missed where he wanted to hit.

"Teacher, it is very difficult to hit the enemy with every ball."

Yuan Yi: "Concentrate on the point you want to hit."

Chanyuan Hui held the racket tightly and looked at Chanyuan Shi'er's head.

The tennis ball went straight to Zenyuan Shier's head, he raised his eyebrows and smiled mockingly at Zenyuan Hui, and raised his hand to catch the tennis ball that Zenyuan Hui hit over with ease.

Zen Yuanhui increased his strength with a sullen face.

The tennis balls in Yuan Yi's tennis bag gradually decreased, and he continued to take out tennis balls from the system backpack under the cover of the tennis bag.

The number of enemies in the stadium gradually decreased, and with the help of Yuan Yi, all the enemies were knocked down.

"Keigo Atobe, Keigo Atobe's tennis teacher?"

Chanyuan Shier's tone was as frivolous as ever, and Yuan Yi sensed Zenyuan Shier's undisguised malice.

This is the first time he met Zenyuan Shier in this vest, right?Is he too gorgeous to be envied?

Yuan Yi subconsciously pressed the tear mole, and replied: "Ah, my uncle is Keigo Atobe."

Zenyuan Shier looked even more unhappy.

Yuan Yi's former vest, Tomioka Yoshiyuki, was also in the gymnasium. Yuan Yi didn't want to stay here for a long time, and after telling Zen Yuan Shier that he would take Zen Yuan Hui to the camp, he prepared to leave.

"Teacher Atobe..." Zenyuan Shier called out strangely, "We, see you next time."

Chanyuan Hui: "Who wants to see you next time."

Yuan Yi: "Okay, go back and rest early, and prepare for a sleepover tomorrow."

"Martin Morning" did not inform Yuanyihesu of the content.

Yuan Yi tentatively asked: "Are you going to fight against someone this time?"

[not human. ]

Yuan Yi pondered: "If you don't fight against people, is it against the curse spirit?"

[Insufficient permissions. ]

Yuan Yi had a big brain hole: "You wouldn't come up with something like fighting aliens, would you?"

[Insufficient permissions. ]

"Martin Morning" refused to disclose the content of the co-studio, no matter how Yuanyi asked, its response was "insufficient authority".

Yuan Yi didn't continue to ask, he opened the book on the desk, and took out the letter stuck in the book.

[Props: Special letters sent to designated objects.

Function: The content of the letter can be delivered to the designated object in the form of a dream. ]

Yuan Yi spread out the letter paper, he had already written the letter, and the name of Hui Yuanxiong had been filled in the designated person.

The last step is to send the letter.

[You are doing this in vain, trying to give Haibara Yuo a warning of his death in the form of a dream will not work. ]

Genichi glanced at the calendar on the table, seeing that the date of Haibara Yuu's death was getting closer and closer.

"How do you know it won't work if you don't do it?"

Yuan Yi folded the letter blankly and wrote the date on it.

The letter turned into points of light and drifted away without a trace.

[The established result cannot be changed, no matter what you do to save him, the result will be the death of Hui Yuanxiong. ]

[Judging from the results, all your efforts have failed. ]

Yuan Yi sighed: "There are so many idiots in this world, one after another, they are all as if they are not afraid of death."

[They are not stupid, they just have their own beliefs, they are dead but fearless. ]

Yuan Yi exaggerated: "It's scary that your system can say such philosophical words."

[......]

[There are only nine hours left before the opening of the special space, please get ready. ]

Yuan Yi pointed his middle finger at the floating panel in front of him: "You are really getting more and more like a dog."

["Martin Morning" enriches itself by analyzing the behavior patterns of some people. ]

Yuan Yi: "...Which people's behavior patterns have you analyzed?"

[As long as you, Osamu Dazai, and Gojo Satoru are analyzed. ]

"No wonder you are getting more and more like a dog. Who can learn from Osamu Dazai and Gojo Satoru?"

[Please don't overlook that "Morning Martin" also analyzed you. ]

Yuan Yi: "Compared to them, I am nothing at all."

[Please do not belittle yourself. ]

Yuan Yi: "Maybe you were such a dog in the first place."

[The original program of "Martin Morning" is not like this, it is "Martin Morning" self-learning and perfecting to become what it is now. ]

Yuan Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "You call this perfection? You have completely degenerated."

["Martin Morning" has been working hard to perfect his program and hopes to help you complete the task as soon as possible. ]

"Ha ha."

After completing so many tasks, which one is not on your own, this waste system is useless except for money! !

***

High School of Magic.

It was rare for Hui Yuanxiong not to speak, he lay on the table, looking out of the window, wondering what he was thinking.

Jianren Qihai knocked on his desk: "What's wrong?"

Hui Yuanxiong stood up, shook his head and said: "I don't know what's wrong, I had a dream last night, and I don't remember it at all after waking up."

Jianren Qihai: "Why do you always worry about inexplicable things?"

Hui Yuanxiong shook his head: "This dream seems to be very important. Forget it, I can't remember it anyway."

There are only two first-year students in the Conjuration High School, Nanami Jianren and Hui Yuanxiong, unlike the second-year students, there are four students.

The usual training is conducted by Jianren Nanami and Yuo Huihara.

But recently, the second-year students are going to participate in the exchange meeting. In addition to them, there are also second-year seniors and senior sisters on the training ground.

Holding a wooden stick in his hand, Nairi Gintoki unceremoniously pulled towards Sakata Gintoki who was lying on the ground like a salted fish.

"Look at the students in the first grade, and then look at yourself. You are as hopeless as your natural curls."

Sakata Yinshi rolled outwards, falling into the nitrous away from home.

He said dejectedly: "Ayin is about to die, and I haven't eaten sugar for a few days. Even though I can still roll now, this is all a flashback before death."

The wooden stick brushed past his face, and Jia Ruozi said sinisterly: "If you lose to those guys from the Jingdu school in the exchange meeting, you can just kill yourself by harakiri."

Sakata Yinshi was so frightened that he burst into tears, he hurriedly got up: "Queen Nitzi, don't worry, I will definitely call those guys from the Kyoto school my father!"

Jia Ruozi beckoned and said, "Qihai, Huiyuan, I leave it to you to watch this guy. I'm going to catch the other two guys who escaped."

Jia Ruozi left the training field aggressively. As soon as she left, Sakata Yinshi quickly collapsed back to the salted fish.

Hui Yuanxiong knelt down and rubbed his curly and fluffy silver hair: "Senior, I'm going to teach you again when I see you like this."

Sakata Yinshi sat up, and said arrogantly: "Will I be afraid of a yellow-haired girl? I usually let her go, Ah Yin is a gentleman so he doesn't care about her."

Jianren Qihai: "Ms. Home School?"

Sakata Yinshi quickly hugged his head: "Ayin is wrong, please spare Ayin!!"

There was no sound for a long time, Sakata Gintoki looked around carefully, but he didn't find the figure of Jiarui Nizi.

He quickly drew out his knife, and chased after Jianren Qihai to beat him.

"Okay, you, you are bad at studying, and you still dare to play tricks on the senior!"

Jianren Qihai raised his hand, and blocked the knife that Sakata Gintoki slashed with the magic tool.

Huge force flowed along his magic tool and poured into his hand holding the magic tool.

Sakata Gintoki put away the knife: "Hey, I think you two should be trained, right?"

The point of the wooden sword pointed at Hui Yuanxiong, and Sakata Gintoki stared at the dead fish eyes, raised his leg and kicked him: "Are you in love again, kid? You look absent-minded."

Haihara Yuu: "I had a dream last night..."

Sakata Gintoki came over with a grin, with a wretched look: "You're a man, you know it all. When I'm free, senior, I'll take you out to see and see. The colorful world is fascinating, so don't linger."

Hui Yuanxiong looked innocent: "Senior, what are you talking about?"

Sakata Gintoki's expression was distorted: "Isn't it just a spring dream? They are all men, so there is no need to cover up."

Hui Yuanyu blushed, he was at a loss and said: "Senior! No, it's not that kind of dream..."

"The little boy is just shy. I don't need to explain. I understand."

Hui Yuanxiong: "...!"

What kind of dream did he have last night? It can't really be like what Senior Yinshi said...

Spring. Dream! !