When Leihu was reincarnated as Shier's daughter

"Uh... vomit, cough cough..."

In the public bathroom, the sound of rushing water resounded in my ears, and the faucet was turned to the maximum. The black-haired boy tightly covered his lips, retching, and looked extremely embarrassed. In the mirror, his face was full of exhaustion. His forehead was dripping with sweat.

Beside him, a girl stood there, holding a cup of hot water in both hands, looking at him in bewilderment.

Seeing that his retching stopped for a while, Zao Ji quickly handed him a water glass.

"Jack, are you okay?"

Looking at his pale face, it seemed that even bile had been vomited out.

The hot water moistened his throat, and the blood on Xia Youjie's face recovered a little.

"No, it's fine..."

Zao Ji heaved a sigh of relief, then glanced at him angrily and reproachfully, and said, "You spit it out if you can't eat it, really... I won't blame you, why force yourself like this."

Although, seeing Xia Youjie fainted immediately after taking a bite of rice, Zao Ji was really shocked.

The movement of their group caught the attention of everyone in the audience. The teachers and classmates frantically called the infirmary to carry the unconscious Xia Youjie onto a stretcher.

Halfway through the lifting, Xia Youjie suddenly jumped down and began to retch. Seeing such a tragic scene, the others felt lingering fear, and couldn't help but wonder if the school food was broken.

The first home economics class ended dismal, and the school was still under pressure from public opinion.

The only victim, Xia Youjie, was cared for by his classmates.

Zao Ji patted Xia Youjie's back and sighed: "We are unlucky enough, no one expected that the school would prepare expired ingredients... You have suffered, Brother Jie."

Xia Youjie who knew the truth could only pull out a weak smile.

This matter has nothing to do with the school.

He couldn't even figure out why Sister Zaoji's knife was stained with the slime and tentacles of the curse spirit... It was indeed an ordinary kitchen knife, right? !

Xia Youjie reasonably suspects that the curse spirit deliberately spoiled the students' ingredients.After all, there are quite a few curse spirits with certain wisdom.

His heart sank slightly.

It was only the first day of school, and this incident happened.

This curse spirit must still be alive... If it is not eliminated, this school will suffer.

"I'm fine, Sister Zaoji."

Patting Zao Ji's head reassuringly, Xia Youjie's tone was gentle: "Go to rest early. There are still many classes in the afternoon."

Zao Ji nodded obediently: "Oh."

After walking two steps, Zaoji turned his head worriedly, "Do you really not need my care?"

"……No thanks."

He was almost vomited bile by you "care" before.

Xia Youjie smiled politely.

Early Ji's footsteps gradually receded, Xia Youjie leaned back in his chair, let out a soft breath, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

The disgusting taste of the curse spirit still lingered on his lips, making him lose his appetite.

but……

Very strange.

Xia Youjie opened his eyes, and his gaze shifted to his palm.

The magic power in the body did not exhaust, after "eating" a small part of the magic spirit, it became more active and full.

Suddenly thought of something, Xia Youjie's face turned livid.

No way?

.........

Xia Youjie reasonably suspected that the curse spirit had been abused in such a brutal way by the early Ji, and in order to recuperate, he would not cause trouble for a while.

He is in a very complicated mood now.

On the one hand, knowing the danger of the curse spirit, he consciously shouldered the responsibility of guarding the school. Everyone in the school is weak and cannot see the curse spirit, so he should protect them.

On the other hand, he really didn't want to have another taste of that thing.

Ever since he discovered his technique by mistake the day before yesterday because of the curse spirit omelette, Xia Youjie has fallen into a certain degree of autism.

Who didn't have the fantasies of a chosen son saving the world when he was a child? Besides, Xia Youjie was in the second period of middle school. Under the influence of his parents' positive values ​​and the animation Bumpman, he once thought that his mission was to destroy monsters and protect the world. Earth.

As a result, you now tell him that the way to become stronger is to eat curse spirits.

Thank you, the child is already disillusioned.

Xia Youjie shut himself up for three days.

However, the busyness of the school did not allow him to be depressed any longer.

"Society?"

The class monitor pushed the form onto Xia Youjie's desktop, and explained to him: "Yes, Xia You should have heard of it before, the club is a place where you can develop hobbies and make more friends!"

"Society credits are also very important for further studies, and they will also affect your academic evaluation. Xia You should treat them with caution."

"Is that so..."

Xia Youjie took the form over, nodded and said, "I will think about it carefully."

During the lunch break, the students who brought their own bento began to have dinner together in twos and threes. Xia Youjie carried his bento and walked to the roof of the teaching building, the place he had agreed with Zao Ji.

Today's wind is very noisy.

As soon as the door of the roof opened, the gust of wind blew up Xia Youjie's bangs, and he could not help but put up his arm to shield his face, looking for the figure of Early Ji.

"Jie-brother--"

Zao Ji raised his voice and waved desperately at him.

Here it is.

Well, he understands the truth, but why do you even have the juicer ready? Are you here for a picnic, Mr. Zaoji?

Zao Ji scratched her head, her smile was a little cute, she seemed determined to make up for the cursed omelette that caused him a psychological shadow a few days ago, and made him a bento with all her strength.

"Brother Jie, you brought it yourself. It's okay, it's okay, try mine."

Xia Youjie actually doesn't pay much attention to appetite.

As long as the mantra is not mixed into the food, he is not demanding.

The two chatted in the loud wind, their hair disheveled by the wind, and they remained motionless.

"Is there no club you want to join, Brother Jie?"

"Not ready yet."

To be honest, he wasn't really interested in either.

Xia Youjie asked casually, "Where is Early Ji?"

"Hmm... In my case, it's probably the Kendo Club?" Zao Ji tilted his head.

Xia Youjie raised his eyes, slightly surprised.

He didn't expect that Zao Ji would be interested in this.

What Zao Ji cooked this time was a very normal meal, and before they knew it, two big boxes of bento went into their stomachs.

Before the lunch break, Xia Youjie stood up and said that he wanted to visit the abandoned building on the mountain behind the school. His original intention was to let Zao Ji go back to rest.

Early Ji raised his hand happily: "Okay! I planned to go there too, so let's go together."

Xia Youjie: "...All right."

After thinking about it, Xia Youjie warned, "Don't stay too far away from me, there may be danger over there."

Early Ji: "Okay."

He only wanted to go there after investigating traces of magic spirit activities in the back mountain.

Alas, I don't know why Zao Ji is so excited.

.........

If a school does not have ghost stories, no school days will be complete.

The back mountain is inaccessible, and the bustling campus is divided into two worlds.

Weeds are overgrown, the branches are rubbing against the fabric, and the wind is blowing.

Xia Youjie clasped Zao Ji's wrist tightly, his expression gradually serious.

Absolutely.

The entrenched place of the curse spirit is in this abandoned teaching building.

The two stopped in front of the teaching building, Xia Youjie let go of his hand, and was about to turn around, telling Zao Ji to wait here obediently.

However, the words got stuck in his throat, and Xia Youjie took a sharp breath.

The wind is blowing.

Behind Zao Ji, the fangs of the curse spirit aimed at her neck!

The dark shadow that only Xia Youjie could see covered her head, as if heralding a bad future.

The girl with her back facing the curse spirit had a peaceful expression and innocent eyes, and she didn't feel the approach of the scythe of death at all.

Xia Youjie stretched out his hand towards her: "Morning—"

The curse spirit suddenly rushed down, its speed was so fast that Xia Youjie couldn't see it clearly!

At this time, Zao Ji squatted down, picked up the cell phone left on the ground: "Hey, who dropped it?"

The curse spirit flinched.

Xia Youjie: "..."

The curse spirit couldn't make a single blow, so it circled around in place, and swept its tail towards Zao Ji's face.

Zao Ji dialed the phone and tilted his head to get close to the phone's microphone.

This tilt of the head happened to avoid the curse spirit's tail again.

Xia Youjie: "..."

"Strange, there is no signal." Early Ji frowned.

The curse spirit failed in two hits, and became angry from embarrassment. The tumor lumps quickly reunited and smashed down hard!

Early Ji stepped forward, walked towards Xia Youjie, and shook his phone at him: "Brother Jie, I think the owner may be in the teaching building, do you want to go in and have a look?"

The flesh of the curse spirit almost fell close to her heel, spreading a cloud of dust on the ground.

Empty again.

Xia Youjie: "..."

He still maintained the posture of reaching out.

His eyes are numb.