Can the electronic magician use the keyboard to eliminate the electronic magic spirit?

As a student who has studied in Teiko Middle School for more than two years, Guan Yueyin knows very well what delicious restaurants are nearby, so he hit it off with Gojo Satoru, who wanted to eat ice cream, and left Mr. Kitamura who was still dealing with the aftermath.

Unlike the first time when they accidentally left someone behind, this time they didn't forget to say hello to Mr. Beicun in advance, and they were going to abandon him openly and go to eat, drink and have fun.

Mr. Kitamura was not moved by this initiative, and still had a tired expression on his face.

Just because of Guan Yueyin's words——

"Mr. Kitamura, can I trouble you with this mission report?"

Mr. Kitamura: "..."

He had expected this day to come.

How can someone who can play with Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie be an obedient and sensible student!

Although Mr. Kitamura knows that even if he rejects Guanyueyin's request, the other party will not pretend to be deaf and dumb like Wujo Satoru and let go, but he will still reluctantly complete the handwritten report that has been rejected countless times and runs counter to the development of science and technology. , but in the end he agreed.

There is no other reason, Guanyueyin's mission report is too self-indulgent.

At the beginning, he wrote quite decently, with clear and neat handwriting, which can be posted in the study corner as an excellent model essay in ordinary schools. It can be seen that he wrote a lot in the student union before, even those difficult to deal with The top management are very satisfied.

Ye Mo Zhengdao once thought that a worry-free student finally came to the first grade.

Obviously, this is just an illusion.

As the number of missions increases, it may be that my temper has come up, it may be too lazy to pretend, it may be that I have mixed with students of the same level and become an old fritters, Guan Yueyin's report is more and more perfunctory, Just like the vacation homework that was rushed out on the last day before the end of the summer vacation, it’s okay to hand it in and deal with it, but don’t expect too much quality.

Because the style is too varied, it is difficult to describe what he wrote, but take a few typical examples to understand.

such as--

"Okay! Today I removed a second-level curse!

X, X, 2005"

Ah yes, just add a date in one line.

Another example--

"The mission location is XXXX. There is a delicious dessert shop nearby. I wanted to bring Wu a chocolate brownie cake, but because of the appearance of the curse, I had to close the shop to cooperate with the evacuation work. I feel very sorry about this. I hope I can grant my leave to make up for the regret, and the application date is the quiz in the second class of this Thursday morning.

X, X, 2005"

This report is a nonsense request for leave.

Mr. Kitamura thinks that Guanyueyin wrote this purely for fun—he took pleasure in distorting the expression of the high-level executives after seeing it, because there is no need for his grades to escape the in-class test.

Another example——

"The mobile phone can't take pictures of the curse spirit, just imagine it!

(a colorful crayon doodle)

X, X, 2005"

That's right, Guan Yueyin drew the curse spirit, and his horrible drawing skills make people wonder if he copied it from the graffiti wall in the kindergarten.

There are countless mission reports like this one that comes out as soon as it comes out, and he is stuck on the deadline to hand it in. He doesn't have time to revise it, no matter how unreasonable it is, he can only bite the bullet and hand it in.

In this regard, Mr. Kitamura and Ye Mo Zhengdao were very troubled. They mentioned to Guan Yueyin several times that they should write a mission report well, and they did not ask him to return to the original level, but at least he could reach the passing level.

Guanyueyin promised that it was refreshing, but he never listened to their words, and he still went his own way to hand over the mission report that made Mr. Kitamura despair at a glance.

It is an unsolved mystery that such a personality can become the president of the student council.

——Just help him write it.

Mr. Kitamura resigned himself to accept his fate.

Back to Avalokitesvara.

He didn't do this because the rebellious period had come, he didn't need to rebel against his teachers or higher-ups by deliberately singing a different tune, in order to achieve the goal of highlighting his personality and self.

He just didn't think it was necessary.

Every time he set out on a mission, he had to hand in a handwritten report of several thousand words, which included the reason for the birth of the curse spirit, description of its appearance, movement track, specific technique, location of exorcism, etc., so detailed that he felt that he could switch to a private job. Detective, when you are busy, you have to do two missions a day, how can you have time to investigate and write them all down?

It's still too naive of him to compare the school leaders with the top executives of the magic circle. He doesn't have to hand in such things that no one looks at every day in the student union.

He came to exorcise the curse spirit, not to be a clerk.

Guan Yueyin conveyed her desire to be passive and sabotage to the students of the same level, and they all expressed their support.

Gojo Satoru: "No way? Are you still writing mission reports?"

Xia Youjie: "Ah, the report that I showed you that time was a mission report that I rarely wrote seriously, because it was a special-grade curse fetus."

Jia Ruozi: "If you don't want to write, then don't write."

Very good, all votes passed, Guan Yueyin chose to let go of herself.

However, he, who has always been self-reliant, asked Mr. Kitamura abnormally, not because he didn't even bother to be perfunctory, but because he didn't really want to write this mission report.

When the names of acquaintances appeared among the dead and injured, it was like waking him up from a string of cold numbers, sober and cruel.

He thought it was a cowardly escape.

After mercilessly abandoning the assistant supervisor, Guan Yueyin took Gojo Satoru to eat around Teiko Middle School, from ice cream to cakes to octopus balls to taiyaki to soy sauce balls to shaved ice, they ate everything they could think of in a circle.

In the end, the two of them couldn't hold on anymore, so they decided to go to a nearby arcade hall to refresh themselves.

"Enlightenment." Guan Yueyin walked forward close to the inner side of the street. There were almost no people on the road in the afternoon on weekdays. "Can those missing people be found?"

"Do you know the reason why the curse spirit was born?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Guan Yueyin played back the scene of the battle with the curse spirit just now in her mind: "It sounds like it should be the fear of the start of school? That's why it specifically picks time outside of class to throw people out of school."

"That's hard to say, who knows where it was teleported to, any place outside the school is possible." Gojo Satoru bit the straw of the pearl milk tea, and said vaguely, "If you are lucky, you will be able to see it soon." I received a call to the police, but the body will rot and smell soon in this weather, and the probability of being discovered is a little higher."

"...That's it."

Guan Yueyin half-closed her eyes, her red eyes were like solidified dark red blood clots, and her passionate emotions no longer flowed.

He didn't ask why the other party believed that the missing people were all dead. He would look like an ignorant fool if he said this naive question. He has done so many tasks, of course he knows that in the incident related to the curse spirit, Missing often equals death.

Guan Yueyin's heart surged with hotness.

He thought to himself, maybe summer hasn't passed yet.

Suddenly, a chill came from his cheeks, interrupting Guan Yueyin's thoughts.

He glanced sideways, and it was Gojo Satoru who was holding the pearl milk tea against his face. The ice cubes in the cup collided with each other and made a sound like spring water as the liquid swayed. It just sounded extraordinarily cool.

Guan Yueyin stared blankly at the other party, and the sunglasses were drawn down from the bridge of the white-haired boy's nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes that were more crystal clear than ice crystals, shining brilliantly in the sun.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of ice cubes falling into clear water, and the comfortable coolness dispelled the restlessness in his heart.

"Are you suffering from heat stroke?" Gojo Satoru asked suspiciously.

"..."

Excuse me, it turned out to be the sound of his head flooding.

Guan Yueyin felt that she was stupid for thinking that Gojo Satoru would say some warm words.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gojo Gojo shook the milk tea that was sticking to his cheek: "You won't really suffer from heat stroke, right? Try saying something?"

Guan Yueyin stared at Gojo Wu with dead fish eyes, and said calmly, "Ah, yes, I have suffered from heat stroke, and my life is in danger. The doctor said that if I don't let me take another sip of your pearl milk tea, I will die forever. "

"Ha!? I asked you to buy it just now, but you said no, now come to drink mine?"

"I didn't have heatstroke just now."

"Heat stroke, what a ghost! I see you are very sober!"

"Ah, I can't do it anymore..." Guan Yueyin held her forehead exaggeratedly, "Wu, I'm going to faint...I heard the sound of life counting down...Three——"

"..."

"Four--"

"You call this a countdown!?"

"I want to drink milk tea, Senior Wu—"

"..." Gojo Wu's eyelids twitched, and with a dirty face, he put the straw of pearl milk tea into Guanyueyin's mouth, "I'll just give you a sip, drink quickly!"

Guan Yueyin sucked a big mouthful unceremoniously, with a happy smile on his face.

Sure enough, the best thing to drink in summer is a friend's iced milk tea.

When he arrived at the arcade hall, Guan Yueyin couldn't help feeling how wonderful the fate was. He unexpectedly met Shougo Haizaki again. It was Satoru Gojo who discovered it first, and pointed it out for him with the attitude of watching a movie.

Shogo Haizaki was mixed among a group of unscrupulous teenagers, and he was in a fierce 1v1 with another player in front of a game console.

Guan Yueyin stepped forward quickly, ignoring the probing eyes of other bad boys, and wrapped his arms around Shougo Haizaki's neck familiarly, showing no winks as he didn't care about the tense situation on the screen at all.

Of course, besides not winking, there is another possibility, that is, he did it on purpose.

"Who the hell! Didn't you see that I'm busy!?"

The tense Shousu Huisaki was taken aback by the hand protruding from behind, and the character he was controlling made a mistake in a combo. Naturally, his opponent would not let this flaw go, and launched a fierce attack on him. His character Instantly lost a lot of blood.

He didn't care about the hand on his shoulder, and hurriedly devoted himself to the game, trying to reverse the disadvantage.

What a joke!They made an appointment that the loser will invite everyone to dinner!

It's a pity that Shogo Haizaki couldn't turn the tide. He was quickly defeated, and the character lay motionless on the ground like a salted fish. The "GAME OVER" that jumped out of the screen made his heart cold.

He thought angrily, even if it was Akashi Seijuro who came today, he would break the legs of that dwarf president!

"Which bastard dares to disturb me? Huh? Tired of work, aren't you!?" Shougo Huizaki cursed and turned his head angrily.

Then, he met Guan Yueyin's smiling face.

Guanyueyin: "Hi."

Shogo Haizaki: "..."

Haizaki Shogo stood up like a frightened fawn, staring at the blond boy in front of him with a stiff expression. Countless experiences of skipping class and being caught by the other party flashed through his mind, as well as the aftermath of yelling with a bad attitude. The miserable experience of being beaten up.

That is to say, what kind of student union president is it to use violence to control violence! ?

Yes, it shouldn't be here to arrest him, right?

Haizaki Shogo thought uncertainly.

Just now he skipped class and was bumped into without being said anything, and besides, Guan Yueyin is no longer in Diguang as the president of some shit, so he shouldn't be caught and lingering! ?

There were too many cronies watching the show, and Shogo Huizaki acted too cowardly because of his embarrassment, so he could only bite the bullet and confront: "Guanyue, why are you here?"

Guan Yueyin raised her eyebrows: "Guan Yue? Changed your name?"

"..."

Shogo Huisaki knew very well that if these friends knew that he was afraid of a student council president—or the previous one, he would definitely become a permanent laughing stock in the circle.Calling "Senior" is the same reason, he goes out every day to brag about how awesome he is in school, isn't that a slap in the face?

After much deliberation, he decided to choose a title that was more like this circle, so that they would mistakenly think that the other party was also a delinquent boy.

So, Haizaki Shougo called out a title that he regretted saying——

"Brother Yin."

Guanyueyin: "?"

Guan Yueyin: "You are so kind, brother Xiaoxiang."

Shogo Haizaki: "..."

Damn, this thing that climbs up the pole!