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

On the second day after transferring to the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Curse Art, after an afternoon and half morning of cultural lectures, Zhimeng already had a definite concept of curses and conjurers.

It's almost the relationship between onmyoji and monsters in fairy tales.

"...If you have to say that, it's fine."

During recess, Xia Youjie replied helplessly after being watched so eagerly by his classmates.

Zhimeng's eyes lit up suddenly, and he smiled brightly.

"Yes, yes, I think so too."

His smile was brilliant, pure and contagious, and Xia Youjie couldn't help laughing along with him.

The atmosphere between the two became relaxed and pleasant for a while.

Gojo Satoru, who was eating Daifuku during recess, watched, and suddenly felt that the Daifuku in his hand was not fragrant.

Zhimeng didn't notice the other student's displeasure, but said with a distressed expression: "Mr. Ye Moth's lecture is very good, but I still don't understand a little bit."

Xia Youjie asked considerately: "What don't you understand? Maybe I know."

"It's—" "Bah——"

Gojo Satoru suddenly moved his chair and made a harsh sound, causing other people in the classroom to look at him.

However, the culprit just adjusted his sunglasses and continued to eat Daifuku as if nothing had happened.

Zhimeng looked at him, then at Xia Youjie on the left, hesitated for a while, and finally decided to solve his own doubts first.

"It's the magic formula. Teacher Noctua said that the magic formula is innate to the conjurer, but why didn't I feel it?"

Didn't Teacher Night Moth say that he is very talented as a magician?

Zhimeng was confused.

Xia Youjie was stunned by this question: "Didn't you feel it?"

"Yes." Zhimeng nodded, with a heavy tone: "I didn't feel it at all."

Gojo Satoru swallowed the food in his mouth, slightly pulled down some sunglasses, and squinted a pair of star-like blue eyes to look at Zhimeng.

But—"Speaking of spells, what is Xia You's spell? Can you tell me?"

Thinking of something, Zhimeng added: "Of course, if you need to keep it secret, then pretend I didn't ask."

The boy's sudden jump to the topic brought Xia Youjie back from his thoughts, but he still answered him gently: "Of course, it's not a secret."

"My spell is the magic spell, which can subdue the spell and use it for me."

"Wow." Zhi Meng looked at him with bright eyes: "Isn't this the Onmyoji mentioned in the book! Xia You is so powerful!"

Facing the sincere and unadulterated praise of the young man, Xia Youjie, who has always been gentle and comfortable with others, rarely felt a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, actually it's not—"

"Hmph, of course the spell is my most powerful No Lower Limit!"

Gojo Satoru spoke suddenly, and with a movement of his long legs, he forced his way into the conversation.

On the sidelines, who watched the whole process of Gojo Wujo's awkwardness just now, revealed dead fish eyes that could not be explained in words.

Oh man.

Jia Ruozi chose to turn his head and continue to fight the idea of ​​quitting and smoking, ignoring the childish DKs behind him.

Facing Wujo Wu's sudden insertion and provocative words, Xia Youjie's face remained unchanged, but his heart was a little displeased.

Gojo Satoru immediately looked at him with an even more arrogant smile.

Immediately, the eyes of the two seemed to catch a spark——

Weaving Dream looked left and right, and finally decided to satisfy his curiosity first: "Really? May Mr. Wujo let me see your spell?"

Dream Weaving, who has never seen the spell, is so curious!

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru showed a winning expression to Xia Youjie, then withdrew his gaze and replied briskly: "Okay, then let you see and see."

Then, he stretched out a hand to Zhimeng: "Come, hold my hand."

Zhimeng immediately followed suit, but showed a surprised expression the next moment.

"how come--"

His hand was blocked from Wujo Wu's hand, as if there was an invisible barrier between the two hands, no matter how much he pressed down, he couldn't touch Wujo Wu's hand.

Seeing Zhimeng's surprised expression, Gojo Satoru was even more proud, stretched his hand forward, and easily interlaced five fingers of Zhimeng's hand, grasping firmly.

"This is the technique with no lower limit - I can touch you, but you just can't touch me."

that's amazing!

Zhimeng was excited and betrayed on the spot.

"It's really amazing, you will definitely win when you fight like this!"

Think about it, if you hit someone accurately, they can't hit you no matter what.That kind of depressing feeling that the output is as fierce as a tiger after a hard meal, but the record is not even 25. Just thinking about it can make the enemy mad.

Xia Youjie, who was praised just now: ...

Suddenly upset.

Especially Gojo Satoru's arrogant laughter next: "So I am the strongest hahaha!"

To Xia Youjie's ears, it was naked/naked/naked provocation and ridicule, no matter how harsh it sounds.

So, Xia Youjie pulled away Zhimeng and Gojo Wu's hands calmly, and said with a smile, "But Gojo-kun's no-lower-limit technique can't be maintained for a long time, right?"

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

Gojo Wu's sharp eyes met Xia Youjie's squinted eyes, and the smell of fire/drug between the two gradually soared.

Looking left and right again, weaving dream confused, inexplicably felt that he seemed a little redundant.

So, under the almost selfless gaze of the two, Zhimeng silently left his seat and moved to Jiarui Nitrozi's side, and couldn't help sighing.

"The relationship between Xia You and Wutiao-kun is so good, I can't get in."

The two who are about to fight: ? ! !

Jiarui Nitro, who suddenly had a weird expression: ...

In the end, Jiarui Zhizi resisted the urge to smoke, but he couldn't hold back his complaints: "Mr. Yun, are you an idiot!"

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Weaving dreams in the clouds, a fool, the appraisal is complete.