A magician who doesn't want to be a human is not a good magician

In the afternoon, the four first-year students returned to the high school one after another.

Now that I'm back, today is not a weekend, so I still have to go to class.

When Xia Youjie entered the classroom, Zhimeng was turning his head to say something to the Jiajin Glass who was sitting across from him on the left. Seeing him coming in, he greeted him happily, and then pointed to him in the direction of the podium.

Subconsciously following his instructions, Xia Youjie saw an extra plastic vase on the podium, with a beautiful blue and white baby's breath in it.

"How is it? Do you feel much better when you see the flowers?"

Zhimeng asked with a smile.

Xia Youjie turned his gaze to him, and suddenly found that the other party seemed to be smiling all the time, with a carefree and contagious appearance, making people unable to help but put aside their troubles and laugh with him.

Just like now, even if he was a little depressed because of his self-indulgence not long ago, but after seeing Zhimeng's smiling face, he couldn't help but put those depressions behind him, and the corners of his lips rose together.

Seeing him smile, Zhimeng seemed to be happier: "I like flowers very much, and I feel very happy when I see them. So I put the flowers in the classroom. I hope that everyone will be in a good mood like me and be happy every day."

Xia Youjie walked to his seat, turned his head and smiled at the long-haired boy beside him, "Well, I'm very happy."

— but not because of the flowers, but the person who put them.

Because of the shattered self-confidence before, Gojo Satoru ignored Zhimeng along the way, and fell into a subtle awkwardness alone.

Until he managed to get into the classroom before the recess bell, he returned to his seat as if someone owed him millions, but when he looked up, he saw the conspicuous blue and white gypsophila on the podium.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously looked at Zhimeng on the left.

Zhimeng, who turned sideways at some point, blinked at him, worried about the ringing of the bell and whispered, "Look, isn't it beautiful? Just like Wu's eyes, you can see it when you look up."

It probably means that because I like his eyes very much, I bought this bouquet of flowers. I didn’t choose to give it to him, but put it on the podium so that I can see it when I look up. In other words, Zhimeng likes him very much and wants to see it all the time to his eyes—

In short, Gojo Satoru understands it in this way, and there is no awkwardness at the moment, even if the night moth Zhengdao who is on the back foot can't hold back because of the mission report and reprimand him a few words, Gojo Satoru can still act as if he didn't hear anything. Have fun in your seat.

Look at Gojo Satoru, who is in a good mood on the far right, and is smiling even when he is being scolded; then look at Xia Youjie, whose lips have not been curved since he got to his seat; lastly, he still has the usual smiling face but relaxed Zhimeng, who coaxed two people, and Jiaxin, who watched the whole process, fell into a subtle silence.

Ah, what's the matter with this sense of sight that seems to be coaxing girls by scumbags, and there are more than one of them? !

No, no, they are just three DKs, and their minds are no more than elementary school chickens. It is an illusion to deceive people's feelings, and they are afraid that they don't know anything about their feelings. She shouldn't think highly of them, she shouldn't.

Jia Ruzi, who has a naive personality like a chicken in elementary school, dispelled the strange feeling in his heart to other classmates, and refocused on listening to the teacher Noctua on the podium.

"...Anyway, it's okay that no one was hurt in this mission. You all pay attention to me next time, especially you Gojo Satoru. Don't smirk. Give me something to do!"

Teacher Noctua said that he was exhausted, but the people below were still smiling.

The grinning Gojo Satoru repeated: "Dim sum? What dim sum?"

It's annoying to look at!

Noctua Zhengdao couldn't hold back and smashed a chalk tip at him.

As a result, Gojo Satoru easily dodged, and taunted backhand: "Do you think I will fall into the same pit a second time?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and tried his best to hold back the idea of ​​going down and beating a certain problematic student.

In short, you have to be patient, he is a mentor, you can't be led by the nose by problem students, you have to take a deep breath and be calm... After several times of mental construction, Noctuma Zhengdao became calm again and continued to give lectures.

"This task is considered complete, and the reward will be credited into your card later. Of course, you don't need to think about it. The reward can only offset part of the compensation, and the remaining IOUs have been sent to Wutiao's family. gone."

Hearing Noctua Moth's expressionless announcement, Wutiao's classmates who were named didn't care at all, and waved their hands to show that they knew.

That's right, as the heir of the Wutiao family, the other party will not be short of money if he lacks anything... Noctua Masamune forced himself to ignore a student who was underwhelmed and went on to the next topic.

"Physical arts will come to an end first, and we will conduct further detailed spell training. I have recently made a batch of new spell tools to assist you in training. You can rent some discs during the weekend of tomorrow and the next two days. It is best It's a horror horror type..."

It was probably because they had just left their mission today, and the Night Moth Zhengdao didn't take this class for a long time. After roughly informing them of next week's class, they were sent out of school.

As soon as Noctua left on the right path, Zhimeng hurriedly chased after him. The soaring speed made the two people on the left and right a step behind and didn't stop them.

Jia Ruozi took a look at them, and while tidying up the desk slowly, said: "Before weaving dream, I said that I wanted to discuss with the teacher about the art, you can go to him later."

In order not to prevent these two elementary school chickens from hindering Zhimeng's practice of spells.

"Shouldn't you come to me if you want to discuss the spells?" Wutiao classmate expressed dissatisfaction: "Who can understand his spells better than me?"

Regarding this, Jia Ruozi let out a haha: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?"

Xia Youjie answered with a smile: "Maybe I forgot."

Gojo Satoru, who wanted Zhimeng to find him in person: "...Want to fight, Jie?"

"I can't ask for it."

Jiajin Glass got up and left, ignoring the DKs who were fighting again with a cold face.

O man!

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Childish ghost, elementary school chicken.