How can I broadcast live in Yokohama as a normal person

Mori Ogai handed Aihara Kiyoshi the key to the dungeon.

"This is my sincerity."

"Thank you."

After receiving the key, Xiang Yuanqing opened the door of the cell, and walked straight towards the direction where the curse spirit was bound.

The chains collided, and the sound echoed in the dark basement.

The slender white fingers touched the cold chain, and the cold and hard touch made the young man frown slightly.

He bent his knuckles to hook up the chain and held it in the palm of his hand.

"teacher..."

Raising his head, the white-haired curse spirit looked up at the black-haired youth.

The path of mana loss is blocked.

Strength filled the body again.

With no obstacles, the curse spirit easily broke free from the chain that was completely reduced to an ornament, and more powerful forces than before gathered together, ready to go.

Passing through the broken chain, the young man's bony hands lightly touched the top of the mantra's head, winding down along the soft hair, and finally rested on the back of the mantra, stroking.

An unruly beast that enjoys killing, willingly put on a rein.

"Be nice."

Three words, like a spell.

......

Watching Aihara Kiyoshi walk out of the Port Hei Building, Mori Ogai put his hands behind his back and played with the inconspicuous scalpel.

"Boss, let him go like this?"

"Ah... don't worry, Chuya."

Turning around, Mori Ogai stared at the young cadre.

"When common interests arise and common enemies emerge, cooperation will become possible no matter what the position is at the moment."

Kiyoshi Aihara, will be his...excellent weapon against the unknown forces in the magic world.

"It's a pity... Aihara-sensei, he rejected my proposal."

Stepping forward, Mori Ogai's tone was full of regret.

"If Aihara-sensei can join Port Hei, what a wonderful scene it would be."

Unfortunately... the young man's answer was——

"I still think that the career of a college teacher is more suitable for me."

Thinking back to the young man's answer, Mori Ogai chuckled.

"Is it suitable to be a teacher..."

He doesn't think so.

......

Walking out of the black building at the port, a black car has been waiting for a long time not far away.

As the Yokohama public hospital was affected by the fighting and many infrastructures were damaged, Aihara Kiyoshi had to change to another place to recuperate.

Mori Ogai warmly invited him to the private hospital under the black name of the port.

That being the case, why should he refuse?

The man in black standing aside opened the door.

"Thank you."

The white-haired curse spirit followed him into the car.

The small space made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The black-haired young man tilted his head to look at the passing street scene outside the window.

"White."

"teacher......"

It may be because part of the spell power was drawn, the spell spirit's reaction was a bit slow, and the words were surprisingly few.

Or understand that no matter what you say, the other party will not be able to hear you, thus losing the desire to express.

"Can you use the terminal?"

Turning sideways, Aihara Qing handed the terminal to the mantra.

"If you don't know how to use it, you can familiarize yourself with it now, and I will buy one for you later."

"This way, it will be easier to communicate."

The young man with long black hair smiled and stared at the nothingness in front of him.

Where he couldn't see, the black and white hair strands were tangled together like invisible threads.

The two ends of the silk thread link the mantra and his teacher.

Bai held the terminal, and a strange feeling surged in his heart again.

uncomfortable...

so uncomfortable...

this feeling...

If that's what his teacher was trying to teach him...

Aihara Kiyoshi raised his hand, and stroked the cold and soft hair again with his slender hand, gently exerting force.

The curse spirit fell down obediently, resting on his lap.

"You've worked hard today, Bai."

"Have a good rest."

The weird feeling in my heart disappeared.

Feeling the soft and warm touch on his cheek, Mana Ling closed his eyes.

Even——as a curse spirit, he has not yet learned the behavior of sleeping.

"I am very obedient, teacher..."

So... hurry up, hurry up...

He desperately wants to become stronger.

......

yokohama street

Inhuman appearance, the magic spirit with strange volcanic head walking on the street.

Outlandish clothes, strange appearance, but did not attract anyone's attention.

"Really..."

The guy from Xiayou said that Yokohama had a quasi-superior curse spirit, who might become their future companion.

Let him come over and take a look.

Sighing, the volcano head jumped onto the roof and observed from the most crowded place.

......

A week later

Because Gang Hei's medical equipment was so superior, the hospital also provided Xiang Yuanqing with the most advanced treatment methods, and the wound on his chest healed quickly.

Only a week later, there is only a scar that has scabbed over the wound.

There was no need to stay in the hospital, Aihara Qing went through the discharge procedures and was ready to go back to school and continue working.

The curse spirit who got the terminal has been holding it in his hand with great interest these days, and kept sending harassing messages to his teacher.

Ai Yuanqing was very helpless, but he did not blacklist Manu Ling.

After all, using a terminal to communicate is much more convenient than using pen and paper.

'Teacher~go to the dessert shop~go to the dessert shop~'

Another message popped up.

Taking a deep breath, Kiyoshi Aihara helped his forehead helplessly.

For the sake of Bai's magic power being drawn, he was very conniving during this time.

Or...too indulgent.

The white-haired mana spirit tilted his head and observed Aihara Qing's expression closely.

He found that every time the other party showed such an expression, he would have a... strange sense of satisfaction.

It's not a bad feeling, it's just... pleasant.

The human-shaped mantra was born from the most evil emotions of human beings, so it lacks common sense in some aspects.

He didn't know that this kind of feeling——is produced after being pampered and pampered... the satisfaction of being confident.

But the behavior of pushing an inch...is self-taught.

The two came to the dessert shop.

Just like the first time, Aihara counted two cakes.

Of course, all of them entered the stomach of the curse spirit.

The sweet pastries satisfied Mana Ling's taste buds, and even his expression was unknowingly happy.

until...

He felt the presence of a strange and powerful mantra—it was his kind.

However, he didn't care.

Almost all of Mana Spirit's attention was focused on the young man sitting across from him.

Stuffing the last piece of cake into his mouth, Bai felt that the breath of the strange curse spirit was getting closer.

He looked sideways out the window.

I saw a one-eyed curse spirit with a volcanic head, standing outside the transparent glass window and watching him.

"You...are you the newly born curse spirit in Yokohama?"

"How do you mix with disgusting humans?"

Bai frowned.

He looked up and down the one-eyed volcano head.

"It's so ugly..."

The curse spirit, who has been mixing with humans since its birth, seems to have learned the aesthetics of humans.

"what?!"

As a senior in the magic spirit world, Huantou seemed to be offended.

"You kid...really..."

Just like a volcano erupting, clouds of fire erupted from the top of his head, which perfectly interpreted the master's anger.

The newborn mantra seems to be in urgent need of the 'care' of the seniors.

Feeling the fluctuation of the mantra, Kiyoshi Aihara put down the mug in his hand.

The bottom of the cup collided with the wooden table, making a dull sound.

He stared sideways at nothingness outside the window.

"Your Excellency, what do you want to do to my students?"