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It was supposed to be a lunch break after eating, but Murata was called to the office.

He was confused, but he still went obediently.

"Report--"

"come in."

The singer looked up at Murata who came in. The boy was wearing a modified college uniform, with an improved ordinary white haori, and his expression was innocently dazed.

She gave a dry cough and waved to Murata.Murata walked to the desk: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"

The singer pulled out Murata's paper and spread it out: "Murata, did you write this paper yourself?"

The rolls are neat, the handwriting is beautiful, and the point is—every question is answered very carefully.

It can't be blamed for the singer's prejudice against the students, but this paper really doesn't look like Murata's.Murata's handwriting is not ugly, but answering questions will definitely not be so meticulous.

If he can write an answer in three words, he will not be able to write four words, and if he can summarize something in one sentence, he will never spread it into two sentences.

And Murata's handwriting is not so... engraving.

Murata stared at the paper, and answered honestly: "I didn't write it, my boyfriend helped me write it last night."

Diva: "...Who wrote it for you?"

Murata repeated it honestly: "Boyfriend."

Diva: "..."

The only thing she was lucky about at the moment was that she didn't drink water just now.

Taking a deep breath, the singer said dryly, "Murata, what about the paper...it's better to write it yourself, what do you think?"

Ahhh boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend?

Wait, how old is Murata this year? !sixteen?It seems to be seventeen years old, right?Then it is indeed possible to start a relationship, no no no this is not the point, what kind of boyfriend can help with the conjurer's homework?

No—it can't be a student from the same school, right? !

There have been countless bullet screens running wildly in my heart, and the singer still has an appearance of being as stable as Mount Tai on the surface.Murata nodded obediently, and said: "I think so too, so I have carefully memorized the answer, next time I will definitely write it myself!"

"Don't worry, I will hand in every homework on time, and I promise not to break the law or discipline."

He promised to be very sincere, and with that reliable face, Diva couldn't say anything to reprimand her at all.What's more, Murata is indeed right. Although the homework is copied, he does hand in the homework on time every time, rain or shine.

He even knows that he can't copy all the homework. When he encounters free thinking questions, he will change the answers for three rounds before copying them.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, and finally the singer waved her hands helplessly: "Forget it, you can go back... Next time, try to do the homework by yourself."

"Oh, by the way, your recent mission has been done very well. We have decided to recommend you to officially become a third-level conjurer. Because the above does not allow you to skip the third level and directly apply for the second level, so you need to be promoted to the second level." It will take some time for a super conjurer."

"But I'm sure it won't be a long time for you."

Murata blinked, not paying much attention to the upgrade.But because the speaker was a teacher, he listened obediently and nodded: "Okay."

When Murata left the office, Diva quickly pulled out the test papers of other boys, and nervously began to compare notes: Who could it be?The boy who usually gets close to Murata... Todo Aoi?They seem to be brothers and sisters, and it's normal for them to have a good relationship.

No, no, Aoi Todo is a solo pusher by Xiao Takada, so it is impossible for him to fall in love with a man!

Could it be... Kamo? !

Kamo did reveal before that Murata was very talented, and he wanted to recruit Murata to Kamo's house - but the handwriting was much worse, it shouldn't be.

etc--

Will it always be a mechanical pill? !

The more she thought about it, the more she felt it was impossible. Teacher Song Ji worried about her student's hair loss, and muttered to herself while clutching a handful of papers: "Who is it? Who is it?"

……

In the afternoon, Murata received a single-person mission in an abandoned building within Tokyo.

He still arrived at the scene ahead of time and waited for the supervisor. After the two exchanged information, the supervisor lowered the account, and Murata went in to exorcise the curse.

It is a second-level curse spirit, but Murata still handles it with ease - from the first floor to the roof of the twelfth floor, from the beginning he was actively fighting, until the curse spirit with only the instinct to escape was finally nailed by the "dragonfly" on the wall.

The wind on the roof was relatively strong, and it was late autumn. Murata's haori was blown up, and all kinds of sundries in his pockets collided with each other.He turned his head and saw tall buildings shrouded in twilight in the distance, and some pre-lit neon lights dotted the edges of the tall buildings.

Murata subconsciously took out his mobile phone and took a photo from a height.

[Murata: Photo

Fu Heihui: On the roof?

Murata: Mmmmm!

Fu Heihui: Are you doing a task?

Murata: Exorcising the curse spirit.

Murata: The weather is fine today, and the wind blowing on the roof is very comfortable. 】

The curse spirit roared and forcibly tore off its shoulders, turned around and tried to escape; the moment it turned around, it only saw a black shadow passing by in front of its eyes, and was hit by the tall boy with the handle of a knife on the twisted throat, screaming and rolling out Three meters away.

Murata held the knife in one hand and typed with the mobile phone in the other hand. He walked towards the mantra step by step without raising his head. The emerald blade was stained by the twilight.

[Fu Heihui: Is the curse spirit strong?

Murata: Not strong, very weak, I was thrown three meters away just now.

Murata: It is difficult to deal with, always trying to break the rules and destroy the building.Although this building has been abandoned, the government is not ready to demolish it yet, and I always feel ashamed that it was broken down by others because of a fight. 】

The curse spirit huddled in a corner and shivered, making meaningless sounds that humans could not understand.Murata raised his eyelashes slightly, and stared at it indifferently with red vertical pupils—'Dragonfly' held a sharp saber flower in his hand, and immediately pierced it between the curse spirit's eyebrows!

Murata restrained his strength, and the blade easily sank into the wall without causing a single crack.

The Sun Wheel Knife infused with mantra was astonishingly destructive to the mantra spirit, and soon it dissipated with a scream, leaving nothing but filth.

Murata put one hand on the hilt of the knife, frowning slightly: Well, it's still a little bit of a stretch.If the knife is pulled out like this, the wall may still crack.

The phone vibrated, showing that Fu Heihui had messaged him back.Murata looked down at the phone.

[Fu Heihui: It doesn't matter if it's demolished.

Fu Heihui: Sometimes the curse spirit is difficult to deal with, so the necessary trade-offs are inevitable.

Fu Heihui: The most important thing is that people are fine.

Murata: Solved~

Murata: Photos

Murata: Call it a day! 】

[Fu Heihui: I'm about to leave school too.

Murata: I'm also going to find counseling, supervision and reporting.

Murata: I miss you so much. 】

"Cough cough cough-"

Fu Heihui suddenly choked on the milk tea.

He covered his mouth in a panic, and there was a bit of spicy taste in his throat.The little brother next to him hurriedly searched for tissues from himself and handed them to him: "Brother Fuhei, are you alright?"

"Brother Fuhei, wipe your mouth quickly—use my facial tissue!"

"Go away! Are we, Brother Fuhei, the kind of man who needs to use facial tissue? Brother Fuhei, use my handkerchief!"

……

Fu Heihui pushed away the tissues and handkerchief stretched out in front of her face, and picked up her schoolbag expressionlessly: "No need."

"I'm going back."

The younger brothers were shocked: "Brother Fu Hei, are you leaving now?"

Fu Heihui didn't miss it, and stuffed the finished homework into his schoolbag: "Well, I'm going back after finishing the homework."

He walked out of the milk tea shop with a grim expression on his face—after walking four or five meters, Fu Heihui looked around and made sure there was no acquaintance.

He cleared his throat, then took out his phone and replied to the message Murata just sent.

[Murata: I miss you so much.

Fu Heihui: Yes.

Fu Heihui: Then I miss you too. 】

[Murata: Huh?

Fu Heihui: Courtesy is reciprocal. 】