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

The teaching method of the High School of Conjuration focuses on applying what you have learned.

Avalokitesvara was still sitting in the classroom learning the theoretical knowledge of spells in the morning, and in the afternoon, he was assigned to go on a mission by the moth Zhengdao. Such efficiency made him suspect that he was a chicken injected with growth hormone, just a few days after birth The kind that will be dragged to slaughter and fried.

Fortunately, the conjurer is not as unreliable as he imagined. This time it is just a small task, mainly to let him be familiar with the process of the conjurer to exorcise the curse spirit, and to test whether his spell can delete the curse spirit .

Since Xia Youjie and Jiarui Nitzi have other tasks, the role of Guanyueyin's Xinshou village chief naturally falls on Gojo Wu.

Gojo Satoru was 1 unhappy about this, and he planned to stay in the dormitory this afternoon and clear the unfinished game yesterday!

He muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why is this level of task entrusted to me? You can do it by yourself, right? Don't talk about a first-level curse spirit, you can even stuff Jie's bangs into the phone."

(Xia Youjie's bangs: Are you polite?)

"You also know that my technique is not very stable. Teacher Ye Mo wants me to do some small tasks to practice my hands first, so you should go out and relax." Guan Yueyin patted the white-haired boy on the shoulder and said with a smile , "Please take care of me, Senior Wu."

Gojo Satoru muttered, "It's pretty quick to change your mind."

Before departure, Avalokitesvara was taken to choose suitable spell tools.

All kinds of cold weapons were placed in front of his eyes, which made him dazzled. It is said that every magic tool here is worth a lot of money, easily hundreds of millions.He specifically asked whether the damage or loss should be compensated, and after getting a negative answer, he chose with confidence.

To be honest, he didn't know what he was suitable for - which normal person in the 21st century would know that he was better at using a long gun or a short knife! ?

Guan Yueyin had no choice but to ask a more experienced student of the same level for help: "What can a novice use so that it is not easy to hurt himself?"

Gojo Satoru said without hesitation: "Shield."

Guan Yueyin: "Why don't you talk about body armor?"

Considering that her technique is not much different from smashing bricks at close range in a certain sense, Guan Yueyin thinks that she can choose a spell that complements it: "Should I use a long-range weapon? You can switch between melee and long-range at will."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows: "Take a bow and arrow and shoot the phone out?"

"...a very artistic idea, which perfectly integrates the characteristics of primitive tribes and modern society." Guan Yueyin seriously analyzed, "Using the mobile phone as a disposable arrow, will I outlive my wallet? I can’t use my hands to activate the spell, right?”

"Tie a rope? Imitate a meteor hammer?"

"I can tie you up." Guan Yueyin complained, "It's a good suggestion, don't make another suggestion next time."

After picking and picking for a long time, Guan Yueyin still couldn't choose the magic tool he wanted. Finally, under the urging of Gojo Wu, he casually picked up a fancy axe.

It's not that he is picky, but because of his strange intuition. His technique should be equipped with higher-tech hardware equipment, not a cold weapon.

It's a pity that he has no money, so he can only make do with it.

So, Guan Yueyin took the ax and got into the car with Gojo Satoru.

Perhaps the lunatics and weirdos are the most indispensable in the group of conjurers. Mr. Kitamura, the assistant supervisor, is calm about his exaggerated woodcutter appearance, and just reminds him to wrap his ax for disguise.

Guanyueyin thanked her and put the ax into the tennis bag kindly provided by Mr. Kitamura.

The car quickly drove to the destination, which was a sparsely populated area.Mr. Kitamura needed to find a place where he could park, so the two got out of the car and went ahead.

After walking for a while, Gojo Satoru stopped and said, "Here we are."

Guan Yueyin raised her head and saw an abandoned office building. The empty building had no trace of the curse spirit raging at all: "Where is the curse spirit?"

Wujo Wu slapped the golden head that was looking around: "Look carefully, there are filth left by the curse spirit here."

"But I didn't see anything." Guan Yueyin widened her eyes, but didn't see why.

"Are you an idiot? See what you can see?" Gojo Satoru impatiently instructed, "Concentrate the magic power on the eyes, understand?"

Guanyueyin: "Oh..."

It's easy to say, but how does he know how to concentrate the magic power on the eyes?Send commands and voice control?Although Teacher Ye Moth mentioned that mana is a part of the body in class, it doesn't mean that he can manipulate it as he pleases.

According to this logic, blood is also a part of the body, not everyone can instantly congest the eyes!Otherwise, everyone would be the male protagonist of Jinjiang with scarlet eyes!

Oh, forgot his eyes were naturally red, excuse me.

But in reality it was not as difficult as he imagined, the magic power was mobilized to the eyes obediently by him, and the traces left by the magic spirit could be seen at a glance, as if a paint bucket had been knocked over.

According to the concentration of the filth, it can be judged that the curse spirit is on the roof. The abandoned office building is not connected to the power supply, so the elevator cannot be used.Guan Yueyin had no choice but to climb the stairs pitifully with an ax on her shoulders, and climbed a full [-] floors.

After finally reaching the top floor, he opened the rusty iron door. Just one glance at the situation on the roof made him dry and silent.

Gojo Satoru, who hadn't followed for a long time, was sitting on the railing of the roof, stepping on the head of the magic spirit, rolling around on the soles of his shoes like playing Cuju: "Oh, it's finally here, I'm almost asleep caught."

"Are you going to pull the switch?" Guan Yueyin's first reaction was that Gojo Satoru went to take the elevator.

Gojo Wu rolled his eyes at him: "Pull what switch? I came up from the outside."

"Flying up?"

"if not?"

Guan Yueyin exclaimed: "It's amazing!"

Wujo Wujo snorted a few times: "What a fuss, I know a lot."

"Please, it's really cool to be able to fly!" Guan Yueyin excitedly rushed to Gojo Wujo's side, her red eyes widened, "Wu, can I learn it too?"

Facing his enthusiastic new classmates, Gojo Satoru ruthlessly punctured his fantasy: "Your technique can't do it."

Guan Yueyin sighed dejectedly: "You're still picking your qualifications."

"Okay, stop whining, and put the curse spirit in the phone." Gojo Wu urged.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Guan Yueyin slapped the mobile phone on Manjuling's head, and Gojo Wu's feet were immediately empty.He opened the photo album and got a newly added moving picture. Without paying too much attention to the situation of the mantra, he decisively pressed delete.

It was deleted very smoothly.

Guan Yueyin lowered her head and stared at the screen without saying a word.

The nightmare that has plagued him for more than ten years, now only needs to press a few buttons on the mobile phone, and it disappears into the world like a child's play.

Is this "power"?

Alas, it's a pity he can't fly.

"deleted?"

The voice in the ear interrupted Guan Yueyin's thoughts, and a fluffy white head came over: "I don't know if I can delete the curse spirit who is more powerful than you."

Guan Yueyin put away her emotions and expressed her guess: "It should be possible. The magic power was not mobilized when deleting, which means that as long as it can be inserted, it is no different from normal operation of the mobile phone."

"It seems that your technique is useless." Wujo Satoru stretched his waist, like a cat after a nap, "I can finally go back to work."

"That's great, Senior Wu."

"Be normal, don't call me senior."

Gojo Satoru didn't like this nickname that sounded like yin and yang. Although the person involved absolutely didn't mean it, it seemed to pull away the fragile friendship that they had spent hours building. Xia Youjie's bangs were sacrificed in vain.

"Okay, Enlightenment." Guan Yueyin shrugged, "What do you want to eat tonight? I invite you, and I have wasted your time, so consider it a trivial thank you."

Gojo Wujo asked suspiciously: "Aren't you in debt?"

"It's still affordable for a meal."

"Forget it, save yourself, I haven't had the evil taste of oppressing poor and down-to-earth new classmates."

Guan Yueyin showed surprise: "Huh? No?"

"...What's your tone?"

In the end, Gojo Satoru invited Guanyueyin to dinner.

The blond boy, who has always been acting casually and naturally, sat in his seat a little cautiously, his blood eyes staring at the table full of delicacies in front of him. Just from the presentation of the dishes, it can be judged that the per capita consumption here is very high. It is him Top notch restaurant that I wouldn't go to until family accidents.

He was a little worried, even if the income of the conjurer was high, this table was not a small amount of money. Does student Wu really have that much money?You won't use up all your living expenses for a month, will you?

After all, high school students of this age like to show off.

"Sound?" Gojo Satoru noticed the sluggishness of the person sitting across from him, and joked, "What's wrong? Were you moved?"

Guan Yueyin said sadly: "I'm worried that you will only be able to eat instant noodles in the future."

"..." Wutiao Wu choked, "How is that possible!? Even if I bring you here for ten meals a day, I won't be so poor that I can only eat instant noodles!"

"Ten meals a day is too much, I am very happy with one meal today." Guan Yueyin said with emotion, "I haven't gone out to eat with others for a long time, at most I stay in the back kitchen and squat with my colleagues to eat rice balls and eat boxed lunches , Sitting in the restaurant with my classmates like this, I miss it a little."

"Are you an old man who graduated ten years ago? I miss this and that." Gojo Satoru sandwiched a piece of sashimi, "You will miss some in the future."

Guan Yueyin wondered if she was only 30 years old after [-] years of graduation, isn't it a little far away from the old man?

But he just smiled: "Yes, the four of us can often eat together in the future."

Guan Yueyin raised her hand and was about to pick up the sashimi on the plate. The hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly: "Wu, did we forget something?"

"what?"

"Mr. Kitamura seems to be still in the car."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Unsurprisingly, the two of them were severely taught by Noctua Righteous Way.

Guan Yueyin stood in the office unlovingly. It was the first time he was called to lecture by the teacher when he was so old. It was even the first day he came to the new school. Even the reason for being lectured was so magical. The classmates forgot about the assistant supervisor after eating.

The most terrifying thing is that he has an inexplicable premonition that this is definitely not his last time.

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru was with him.

"Forget it, he didn't understand so much for the first time he was on a mission." Ye Mozheng turned his head and looked at the troubled boy who was hanging around in his pocket, "Wu, what's the matter with you? This is the first time that the assistant supervisor Abandoned?"

Gojo Satoru had no intention of reflecting: "Ah, I don't remember."

"The tent wasn't released!" Noctua Zhengdao was so angry that his head hurt.

Gojo Satoru plucked his ears: "It's been solved in threes and twos. Isn't it a waste of time to release the account?"

Guan Yueyin asked in a low voice, "What is a tent?"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Ye Mozheng said: "Wu, why didn't you tell anyone anything!?"

Gojo Satoru stared at the blond boy with an innocent expression: "Did you do it on purpose!"

Guan Yueyin said with a straight face: "I definitely don't hold grudges against me for climbing dozens of stairs."

"Who would believe it!?"

"..." Noctua Zhengdao was very tired.