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

That afternoon, the training ground of Gaozhuan ushered in a wave of destruction from the strongest.

At the same time, the high school enchantment also issued an alarm because of their soaring spell power, causing the conjurers in the high school to think that there was an enemy attack, and then they saw the two culprits——

Ah, it's Mr. Wutiao and Mr. Xia You, then it's fine... Wait, why are the two teachers fighting!

The students who had never seen the scene of the two fighting each other were puzzled and worried, but Hui Yuanxiong who rushed over was skillfully calling everyone to retreat.

The students walked away obediently full of bewilderment, and then heard a loud bang resounding through the sky and the earth.

"Boom--"

Tinnitus rang for a while, but the poor ears of the students who had managed to calm down caused a second devastation.

"Gojo Wu Xia Youjie what are you doing!!!"

After many years, the Noctua Moth's roar, which is comparable to a loudspeaker, reappeared in the arena again.Let those who have heard it nostalgic, and those who have not heard it will have a shadow.

Because the sound is really, really loud and so loud that my ears are going to be deaf...

Hui Yuanxiong sighed and missed: "It's been many years since I heard Mr. Ye Moth yell at the seniors like this."

Students present: ? ? ?

Hui Yuanxiong explained: "After Qihai and I entered school, because Senior Gojo and Senior Xia You liked to learn from each other, and their destructive power was too strong, Teacher Ye Moth had a lot of headaches."

Students: Sounds like something a Wutiao teacher would do!

"But after Senior Yun fell asleep, Senior Wu Tiao and Senior Xia You never fought like this again."

He seemed a bit puzzled, but Hui Yuanxiong still showed a bright smile: "But now that Senior Yun is back, and the seniors are back to normal, it's great!"

The students looked at the smoke and dust that hadn't dissipated in the distance, and then looked at Mr. Huiyuan, who seemed to be a small problem, but fell into silence collectively.

This is normal?Is it normal to often demolish schools in the past?Mr. Huiyuan, do you have any misunderstanding about the word normal? ? !

And, it is not easy for the high school to survive until now, and their ability to make money (wealth) and life (strength) really makes them admire!

Hui Yuanxiong showed a hearty smile: "But you don't have to worry, Gojo Senior will pay to rebuild the training ground, and the training ground will be restored within a few missions."

They said how could the college persist until they were admitted...the case was solved!

The devastated Tokyo High School of Magic: QAQ!

Suddenly, Fu Heihui's cell phone rang.

He took it out and saw that it was Yoshino Junpei's phone.

But after he connected, no one spoke on the other side. Fu Heihui suddenly had a bad guess, and ran decisively in the direction where the smoke and dust had not dispersed.

"Teacher Wutiao—"

Yoshino Junpei returned home in a panic, not even bothering to eat lunch, for fear that something might happen if he returned late.

When he got home, he found that the door was locked. Yoshino Junpei didn't feel relieved. After taking out the key to open the door, he saw the blue-haired curse spirit lying on the sofa and reading a book.

He lowered his head and scanned the shoe cabinet in the entrance. There were many slippers in it, which meant that his mother hadn't come home yet? Yoshino Junpei finally felt relieved.

"Yo, you're back, Junpei?"

Seeing him coming back, the blue-haired curse spirit put down his book and greeted him.

Yoshino Junpei had mixed feelings: "Well, I'm back."

The blue-haired curse spirit showed him a sweet smile: "Did you have a good time at school?"

"...What does Mr. Zhenren want to know?"

"All—" the real person smiled even more: "I want to know all of them!"

Yoshino Junpei looked at him, but couldn't help thinking of the knotweed with a bright smile.

"Then... Mr. Zhenren, can you tell me how the knotweed is?"

The eyes of different colors flickered, and the real person's smile remained unchanged: "Of course, we are companions—"

On the first day of being captured by the enemy, Zhimeng met all the high-level officials of the enemy, and received a bunch of gifts that fit his preferences, and some people even fought (crossed out) over the gifts given to him.

Regarding this, Zhimeng was very confused, Zhimeng was at a loss, and Zhimeng finally came to a realization.

It's like the knotweed Yuren was useful to him, so he treated him well without hurting him, these conjurers think the same way, right?

Because he is still useful, for example, he can be exchanged for Knotweed Yuren, so these people did this.

After figuring this out, weaving dream is very calm.

After all, they use each other, he understands.

In addition to Xia Youjie and Jia Ruzi in the morning, and Gojo Wu at noon, he also saw Hui Yuanxiong and Noctua Masato in the afternoon.

But there is no doubt that these people took him for someone else.

Looking at these people's joyful and nostalgic eyes, their happy and excited words, Zhimeng smiled on his face, but his heart was not fluctuating, and he was even a little bored.

This kind of drama has been watched too much, but it is actually very boring.I don’t know if the real person has figured out a way to save him——

"Weaving dreams."

The door of the sealing room opened again, and Gojo Satoru, who had visited him not long ago, reappeared.

The white-haired young man lowered his head and asked him, "Do you want to leave here?"

Weaving Dream nodded decisively: "Of course."

Ghosts want to stay in a place full of sealing spells!

The white-haired young man smiled and said, "Then let's set up a bondage."

Before that, Gojo Satoru, who had just finished fighting Xia Youjie under the roar of Noctua Masato, immediately asked for the address of Yoshino Junpei's house from Nanami Jianren after receiving Fukui Hui's request, and decisively launched the operation went.

But he was still late—

In the living room, which was clearly messed up by the battle, lay a half-human, half-cursed "monster" lying unconscious on the ground in a high school uniform.

And, provocatively, the ground was full of filth, and the mobile phone that was left aside and never hung up.

Gojo Satoru's complexion suddenly turned cold.

Noticing that Yoshino Junpei's condition was very bad, the white-haired youth suppressed the killing intent in his heart and bent down to bring the student whose soul was distorted by malice back to the high school.

Using the technique to reach the infirmary, Gojo Satoru shouted, "Glass, come and see Junpei!"

After hearing the sound, Yarui Nishizi came out of the room on one side, saw the appearance of Yoshino Junpei on the hospital bed, his pupils shrank sharply, and he immediately approached to check.

I saw that the young man on the hospital bed was divided vertically from top to bottom. The skin on the left was normal white, while the skin on the right was green.

The left half of the face is normal, the right half of the face has turned into a hideous and unknown animal face, and even the right arm and right leg are completely monster-like.

Even the breath has become a mixture of human beings and cursed spirits... The whole body has been viciously distorted by the caster's soul!

With a sullen face, Jiarui Glass tried to use the reversal technique to fix it, but the result was as useless as she knew.

She put down her hands weakly and closed her eyes: "Sorry, this is a spell that works on the soul, and my reversal spell can't repair the soul... Yoshino-kun is in the same state as those reformers sent by Nanami before, is irreversible."

She couldn't make those dead reformers back to be buried in a human state; and now, Yoshino Junpei, she couldn't restore his distorted half of his body to normal.

The white-haired young man on the side said: "Weaving dreams should be possible, right?"

"...Will he do that?" Jiarui Nitro asked back.

After meeting in the morning, she clearly realized that even if the other party was indeed Zhimeng, but had no memory and turned into a curse spirit, it was very likely that he was not the Zhimeng they knew——

"I went to see Zhimeng today, do you know what he said to me?"

The brown-haired woman in a white coat looked at him with deep eyes, hiding unspeakable sadness.

"He said, if I were the Curse, we'd be best friends—"

"Different positions, even if we start over, we can no longer be friends with him!"

Regarding this, the white-haired young man sneered: "I don't care what position I don't have. I said Zhimeng is my friend, so he is my friend!"

After all, he turned and left.

"Wait, I'll bring Zhimeng here to treat Shunping!"

When the bondage is set--

Zhimeng can be released freely, but he must follow Wujo Wu; he can remove the black rope around Zhimeng's neck, but he has to do three things for Wujo Wu, Zhimeng finally left the cramped and uncomfortable sealing room.

Then, in order to remove the black rope around the neck that could interfere with the spell, Zhimeng was going to do the first thing Gojo Satoru asked.

Following Wujo, I got out of the sealed room, and what I saw along the way was a very simple and simple architectural style that was different from the outside world.

"Well, because it is a religious school to the outside world, the appearance must match the real thing. As for what it is, we should know it well."

The white-haired young man beside him explained briskly.

"Besides, this is Weaving Dream's alma mater~"

In this regard, weaving dream is noncommittal.

Again, he has no memory and no sense of substitution.

No matter how true these conjurers felt for him, he would not waver in the slightest, an enemy is an enemy.

When he gets the chance, he will do it mercilessly——

Not taking the opportunity to exterminate him would be their biggest mistake!

"Okay, here we are~"

Gojo Satoru opened the door of the infirmary, and saw the big bag bulging on the hospital bed inside, as well as Jiarui Nitzi and Xia Youjie beside the bed.

Seeing that the door was pushed open, the two people in the room immediately looked over, and then fixed their gazes on Fenshan Juling who came in behind Wujo Wu.

For a moment, it seemed that they were dreaming back to the high school, the scene where they had just entered school.

Every time the task is over or after the discussion, the trio will come to the infirmary together to find a housemate and ask her to help with treatment.

Gojo Satoru interrupted their memories, pointing to Yoshino Junpei who was hiding in the quilt and escaping: "The first thing is to restore my lovely student to normal!"

"Weaving Dreams can be done, right?" The white-haired young man said with a smile, "After all, it was made by Weaving Dreams' [companion]!"

"Yes." Ignoring the word "companion" which was emphasized, Zhimeng looked at the bulge on the bed and nodded.

"However, I'm going to treat him alone, you all go out."

The three people in the room looked at each other for a moment, Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi got up and went out.

Gojo Satoru stayed at the end and slowly approached Zhimeng.

He is really tall, with long hands and long legs, and it is easy to create a sense of oppression when approaching.

Zhimeng stood still, looking up at Gojo Satoru in front of him, but felt a subtle discomfort.

Lost... A mere human being, regardless of strength, is even taller than the curse spirit!

Thinking of this, he heard the white-haired young man who lowered his head to untie the black rope around his neck suddenly laughed.

"After so many years, Zhimeng, you still haven't grown up."

He casually tore off the black rope that Zhimeng kept pulling, Gojo Wu skillfully embraced Zhimeng and put his arms on his shoulders, saying reminiscently.

"This height is tailor-made for me, it's still so suitable—"

Before he finished speaking, his arm was knocked off, and the weaving dream tailor-made for him gave him a choice between the two with no expression on his face.

"Get out or I won't do it, you choose?"

"I'm angry again, although it's cute to be angry..." After muttering, Gojo Satoru swung the black rope out in a good mood.

Allah, it's enough to play here today, if you play again, you will be blown up.

The door of the infirmary was locked, leaving only Zhimeng and Yoshino Junpei hiding under the quilt motionless in the room.

Without the black rope around the neck that interfered with the spell, Zhimeng easily set up a soundproof tent in the room.

With his back to the door of the infirmary, ignoring the eavesdroppers outside the door, he asked directly to Yoshino Junpei in the blanket.

"Did the real person ask you to bring me a message?"

"No, no." A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"Mr. Zhenren only asked me to give a message to Teacher Wutiao."

Zhimeng raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"

"He said—" Yoshino Junpei lowered his voice.

"I want to exchange you with a knotweed stick..."

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Students or close friends, which one do you choose?