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Murata cracked open a pumpkin seed and honestly said, "No, my teacher's name is 99 Yuki."

Fu Heihui fell silent, and the two walked out of the tent.Seeing that the two of them were fine, the counseling supervisor immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "It's a good thing Hui you are here, otherwise..."

"It has nothing to do with me."

Fu Heihui said: "Murata solved the curse himself."

"what?"

The counseling supervisor was surprised, and looked at Murata in amazement, "You solved it yourself? You...you are a fourth-level conjurer, right?"

Fu Heihui explained: "The person who rated him didn't give him a serious rating. Murata should be a second-level conjurer."

The supervisor took a deep breath: "Such a young second-level conjurer?"

Murata didn't know why, but he could hear the tutor and supervisor boasting about himself, so he said modestly: "It's just a good talent, that's all I have."

Counseling supervisor/Fu Heihui: "..."

Is this guy showing off, or does he not know the atmosphere at all?

Fu Heihui thinks it should be the latter.

He lowered his eyes, picked up his schoolbag from the ground, and patted the dust on it: "I have something to do in the afternoon, so I'll go back to school first."

The counseling supervisor waved his hand: "You guys go first, and we can handle the follow-up here. Oh, by the way, Hui, do you want to talk to Mr. Wujo..."

"No need."

Fu Heihui had already thrown his schoolbag onto his shoulders, turned his head to the side, with a cold expression, "The curse spirit was exorcised by Murata, and it has nothing to do with me."

Feeling that Fu Heihui didn't want to be troublesome, the counseling and supervision also said enough: "I understand."

Fu Heihui walked out of the cordon with his schoolbag on his back, and saw Murata standing outside the cordon knocking pumpkin seeds.He didn't speak to the supervisor, so he stepped out of Heihui first.

Fu Heihui suddenly had an idea in his heart: he was quite hygienic, and he didn't throw the remaining melon seed shells, and put them all in the haori pocket.

Fu Heihui was still hesitating whether to say hello to Murata before leaving, but Murata had already looked over.When he saw Fu Heihui, his eyes lit up obviously, and then he stopped knocking the pumpkin seeds, and ran to Fu Heihui in three steps and two steps: "Hi!"

He smiled so brightly, he was completely the familiar type that Fu Heihui was not good at dealing with.Fu Heihui was silent, and said, "Hello."

Murata took out a handful of pumpkin seeds from his haori pocket: "Knock pumpkin seeds?"

Fu Heihui wanted to refuse, but Murata's expression looked too expecting him to have a bite too.So after hesitating for two seconds, Fu Heihui still took the pumpkin seeds: "Thank you."

"It's best to go back and reassess your level of conjurer. The difference between level and strength is so big, it will cause a lot of trouble for the work of tutoring and supervision."

For the sake of pumpkin seeds, Fu Heihui spoke a little too much today.

Murata had never been in contact with Fu Heihui before, so he didn't know that this cool guy was usually a seldom-talking underage - he thought Fu Heihui was really a good person, beautiful and kind.

Murata Chick nodded like pecking at rice: "I'll review again when I get back!"

He promised so quickly, but Fu Heihui didn't know what to say.So Fu Heihui fell silent and continued to walk forward; Murata didn't feel embarrassed at all, and asked Fu Heihui excitedly: "Are you a magician who often lives here? I think the school uniform you wear is not a college uniform. Aren't you going to college to study?"

Fu Heihui: "I will not enter school until next year, and wait until I graduate from junior high school."

Murata suddenly realized: "You are a middle school student! You can't tell at all, you are very tall."

Fu Heihui glanced at Murata who happened to be a little taller than her, and was speechless: "Has anyone ever said that you can't read the atmosphere when you speak?"

Hasn't he been beaten by anyone since he grew up so big?

Murata touched his chin, thought for three seconds, and then showed a bright smile: "Everyone who was defeated by me in the kendo field said so. I thought it was some kind of defeat declaration hahaha——"

Fu Heihui: "..."

This guy must be very compatible with Mr. Gojo.

Such thoughts popped up in Fu Heihui's mind unconsciously.

"Ah yes!"

Murata took out his mobile phone from the pocket full of melon seed shells, and shook off the melon seed shells on it: "Want to exchange contact information? We will go to a school in the future, maybe we can meet often."

Fu Heihui thought about it, but did not refuse.He took out his mobile phone and exchanged phone numbers and emails with Murata. Under Murata's warm invitation, the two even closed Twitter.

Fu Hei wanted to go back to school, while Murata said that he was going to meet up with other companions, and the two separated halfway.

Fu Heihui walked slowly towards the school, pushed aside the pumpkin seeds and put them in his mouth.As soon as he bit it, he froze: it was mushy.

But it's delicious to eat.Obviously there is a smell of paste, but the more you eat, the more you will become addicted.

"I'm starting—"

Breaking apart the disposable chopsticks, Murata took a mouthful of ramen, his eyes glowing: "It's delicious!"

Yinshen was on the phone across from him, and after hanging up, he looked at Murata, who was almost finished eating.He sighed: "Is this the amount of food for adolescence? Sure enough, raising a son is the most expensive thing."

"I know you like to eat this kind of ramen, so I specially chose the ramen shop."

"The mayor helped us book a hot spring hotel, and we can go to the hot spring after dinner. By the way, let's talk about the mission."

Murata has no objection: "Okay."

Yinshen asked casually: "How about the curse spirit?"

Murata: "You mean the third-level curse spirit? It's easy to solve! The super weak one is probably the level of a crab that just got out of the pot."

Yinshen smiled, a little helpless: "What kind of weird metaphor are you talking about?"

"But it's only as good as a freshly cooked crab, it's really not strong... Wait, why did I start using such inexplicable metaphors like you?!"

Murata said confidently: "Isn't this very vivid?"

After eating, the two returned to the hot spring hotel arranged by the mayor to rest.Yinshen and the mayor discussed the entrustment matters, but Murata didn't care.

He lay on the hot stone of the hot spring, with a towel on his head, and sent a message to Fu Heihui.

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Murata: This ramen is really good!I will treat you to eat next time.

Fu Heihui: Yes.

Fu Heihui: There should be no curse spirits in Saitama County.

Murata: Wow, is that what the tutoring supervisor told you too?

Fu Heihui: Yes.

Murata: That's good. Isn't it safer without the magic spirit?

Fu Heihui: ...

Fu Heihui: Yes. 】

The thick eyelashes drooped slightly, and Fu Heihui looked at the conversation on the phone screen that she even disliked that she had nothing to talk about, feeling a little annoyed.

He actually wanted to ask why Murata still stayed in Saitama County.

Saitama Prefecture no longer has magic spirits. As a magician...does he not need to return to the high school?Or is there something else going on in Saitama Prefecture?

There is no way to ask directly. After all, I just met someone today. It seems a bit impolite to ask directly.But the hidden temptation, this guy didn't know whether he was really dumb, or it was nothing, and he couldn't answer the point at all.

This feeling is not good for Fu Heihui.

"benefit!"

Tsumiji poked her head out of the kitchen with a smile on her face: "There will be a fireworks show by the river tonight, do you want to go?"

Fu Heihui looked away from the phone screen: "Fireworks party?"

Tsumiji finished washing the dishes, wiped her hands and walked out: "Yes, it seems that a fireworks dealer sponsored it... There hasn't been such an event in this town for a long time."

Fu Heihui was silent for a few seconds, then nodded slightly: "I'll go with you."

I always feel uneasy, as if something big is about to happen.Before that... let's protect Tsumiki first.

"Fireworks party?"

Murata looked away from the phone and looked at Yinshen suspiciously: "Aren't we going to deal with monsters? Why are we going to the fireworks show?"

Yinshen took the hot towel off his head, replaced it with a new one and continued to put it on top of Murata's head, and also took away the small wooden basin full of melon seed shells in front of him: "It's bait. Now it is preliminarily confirmed that it is after the mutation. Ghouls are eating people, do you remember that we received two commissions at the beginning?"

Murata nodded to show that he remembered.

Yin Shen said: "These two places are very close, separated by half a mountain. So I suspect that these two commissions may be caused by the same group of monsters."

Murata: "Have you been to the scene to see it?"

Yinshen: "I've been there."

"Well... then you can arrange it as you like, I have no objection."

Murata sank into the hot spring, lazily closing his eyes.The heat from the hot spring dyed his pale skin a light red, and his wet black hair stuck to his delicate cheeks.

If you only look at the appearance, it is easy to mistake Murata for a girl.It's not because he is beautiful, it's simply because his appearance tends to be delicate, and there are no memorable characteristics, which makes it even more difficult to confirm the gender immediately.

Yinshen took out Murata's mobile phone from the wooden basin filled with melon seed shells, and nagged like an old woman: "I told you not to play with your mobile phone while taking a bath. What should I do if there is a power leakage?"

"I'm talking to someone."

Murata opened his eyes, and the pink pupils seemed narrower than normal when they relaxed.

Yinshen was a little surprised: "Who are you chatting with?"

Murata: "I just met a beautiful magician today."

Yin Shen raised his eyebrows, and then showed a subtle expression: "Ah, indeed, Murata, you are also at this age..."

He went to the hot spring, approached Murata gossipingly, and asked narrowly, "What kind of beautiful magician?"

"Before you even thought the beauty of a fox was ordinary."

Murata soaked in the hot spring, raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's a..."

"A beauty with eyes as beautiful as my sword."

Yinshen was taken aback for a moment, and the joking narrowness on his face was put away.His eyes unconsciously drifted to the side, and Murata's unsheathed Japanese knife lay quietly on the tray.

The scabbard is pure black, even if the light shines on it, there is no reflection at all.

Yinshen said to himself: "The eyes are as beautiful as your knife—that is really a very remarkable beauty."

He had seen Murata pull out his sword with all his strength, and the blue-green sun wheel sword was swung in his hand, like a miracle.