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

In the midsummer of July, amidst the hustle and bustle of cicadas, Guan Yueyin ushered in his first summer vacation at the High School of Conjuration.

He only enrolled in the second half of June, which was close to the end of a semester, and the grade of the conjurer was assessed in early July. After that, he had a few days of classes before the summer vacation.

The summer vacation of the Conjuration High School is different from that of ordinary schools. Although the daytime classes are all suspended, their tasks have not stopped. The problem is that the conjuration world is short of manpower.

Regarding this, Guan Yueyin only has one question: "Is there any overtime pay?"

Xia Youjie showed a kind (?) smile, dispelling his beautiful fantasy: "The curse spirit is only for summer vacation."

"What does the magic spirit have anything to do with me but the summer vacation? Is this a reason to oppress underage workers!" Guan Yueyin denounced this year-round black-hearted capitalist behavior, "There are no holidays, and there is no overtime pay. Is there no labor law? No one applies for labor arbitration?"

Xia Youjie said calmly, "No, there is only one thing called spell rules."

"...sounds like a customary rule of some primitive tribe."

"Shh."

There is no need to expose what everyone knows well.

Guan Yueyin felt more and more that the magic world was about to end.

Although he experienced the ups and downs of regressing from a civilized society to a feudal society and then back to a primitive society in less than a month, because the amount of money he received each time was very considerable, he didn't care about it so much, even he was still in the first grade The one who received the most frequent tasks in his life.

He reckoned that at this rate, it would be absolutely fine to pay off the debt with interest before entering the second grade.He came to this conclusion, so much so that when he saw the curse spirits, he felt that they were walking banknotes.

If he was still working several jobs from morning to night, it would take a few hundred yen per hour to pay it off.

In addition to expelling curse spirits, practicing spells is an indispensable part. Writing physical training and reading daily life as a beating experience is one of them, and the other direction is the fine manipulation of spell power.

Xia Youjie's guess was right.

After many attempts, Guan Yueyin confirmed that his technique can achieve compression, but the success rate is not high, and he cannot achieve precise control. It is normal to compress the same object to occupy different bytes, including a short period of time. I have to go in for a while and I can't get it in.

Guan Yueyin was very distressed. He couldn't find the trick, and he couldn't get much help from his contemporaries. Their spells were of different types. Only Xia Youjie's magic spirit ball was somewhat compatible with his compression ability, but Xia Youjie didn't need to consider the relationship between byte size and mana release.

He deeply feels that being too trendy is also a troublesome thing, and there are no previous ideas and experiences to provide.

"Try to beat you to the brink of death?"

There is no doubt that it was Gojo Satoru who came up with this bad idea.

Unexpected but reasonable, Guan Yueyin not only did not refuse this nonsense, but eagerly agreed after thinking for a while: "Okay, I was so groggy that day that I couldn't remember what it was like. Now, just let me recall, maybe I can get through my second line of Ren and Du."

"Yin, don't follow Wu Luan." Xia Youjie didn't agree very much, "He didn't attack lightly or severely, and when the time comes, you'll be blown to pieces, and even nitrous won't be able to save you."

"Oh...that's right, I don't want to be put in an urn, I'm still short of weight." Guan Yueyin said in deep pain.

"It won't be okay!" Gojo Gojo muttered, not knowing which sentence he was refuting.

Xia Youjie squinted in disbelief and said, "That's what you said every time you promised not to forget to pay the bill."

Gojo Satoru retorted unconvinced: "I let it go!"

In the end, Ye Mo Zhengdao, who was passing by and heard this conversation, came to the back of the head of Guanyueyin and Wujowu, and seriously warned them not to act recklessly, so they dispelled their thoughts.

The plan to open up the two veins of Ren and Du was stifled in the cradle, so Guan Yueyin had to repeat the most basic training. When he was free, he would sit in the dormitory and hold the same item in and out of the phone, so that he had a way to use it. The visual sense of strengthening the body with the tensioner.

He didn't know if the accuracy of the mantra operation had improved, but his arm muscles had been fully exercised.

Once Wujo Gojo came to visit the dormitory, and happened to bump into him practicing the spell, and laughed wickedly on the spot: "Yin, are you playing the accordion?"

Guanyueyin: "? Climb."

The summer vacation was pretty much the same as the usual school days, except that Xia Youjie went home halfway in the first few days of the vacation, and the first graders stayed at school.Gojo Satoru doesn't want to go back to his hometown, he needs to stick to his post all the time, and Guanyueyin has no need to go home.

Although Guan Yueyin and the students of the same grade hadn't known each other for a long time, they got to know each other very quickly, as if they all entered the school on the same day, rather than him joining in midway.

The four of them often visit each other when they have nothing to do, eat supper and play poker together, and occasionally play flying chess brought by Guanyueyin.

If there are four people present, in the end, it is often the housemate who yawns and leaves first. Her work is too hard, lack of sleep is normal, and she is not as energetic as these male students.

The three people who were left behind didn't go back to their dormitory when they were sleepy from playing, and just lay down on the spot and slept.Although they agreed that the winner of the day's game would get the right to use the bed, but in the end the winner could not escape the fate of being dragged off the bed by the other two and became one of the members sleeping on the floor.

The winner is most likely Guanyueyin.

In Gojo Satoru's words, "This guy's shit luck is too good". Whether it's card luck or dice luck, he is ridiculously good. Take flying chess as an example, although it hasn't been to throw four sixes in a row to take the lead in all out. However, if they arrived near the finish line at the same time, he must be the first one to reach the finish line.

#You beat me into a pig's head in the playground, I will teach you to be a man again in the game#

The same is true today.

The three played flying chess in Xia Youjie's room.

Maybe it was because he was beaten too hard in the devil training in the afternoon. Guanyueyin's luck was extraordinary. His red chess chased Gojo Wu's blue chess and collided with him. Every time the opponent came out, he bumped back home once. Wujo Wu gritted his teeth in anger. Ji asked him if he did it on purpose.

Guan Yueyin felt very wronged: "It's just enough to knock you back, I can't let the water go, can I?"

"It's your luck to blame others for targeting you." Xia Youjie smiled gleefully at the side.

"That's right." Guan Yueyin rolled a "2" while talking. He picked up the blue piece and moved two squares on the board, hitting the green piece that belonged to Xia Youjie and was about to reach the end. went back.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Gojo Satoru: "Oh, what a bad luck."

After several rounds of brutal competition, Guan Yueyin won the title of winner tonight with a brilliant record of three consecutive victories.

"Yeah! It's me again!"

Guan Yueyin had changed into pajamas long before he arrived, and he happily threw himself on the single bed. After a day of tasks and training, he was already too sleepy.

However, before he could enjoy the spoils for a few seconds, Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, who had temporarily cut off their classmates with him, each grabbed one of his ankles, and they ruthlessly dragged him off the bed.

In a panic, he only had time to grab the quilt on the bed, but the weightless air-conditioning quilt could not be his life-saving straw.

"I knew it! You two can't afford to lose!!!"

Guan Yueyin wailed.

The lower half of his face was buried in the soft quilt, his clear voice was muffled, and he was thrown so painlessly that even his drowsiness was gone.

"Won't your conscience ache seeing your good friend sleeping on the floor?" Gojo Satoru used the skill of moral kidnapping.

Guan Yueyin struggled like a flopping fish: "You are right! I will confess my crimes in my dream!"

But he didn't resist for long, and accepted the fate of sleeping on the floor as usual. After all, he was dragged out of bed by them too many times, and he didn't mind sleeping on the floor or the bed that much.

"Win for nothing again, our bet is just a display." Guan Yueyin complained.

He took out a blanket from Xia Youjie's cabinet and spread it on the floor, as if he was at home.He had just smoothed the folds of the blanket when Gojo Satoru, who was standing by and watching, suddenly made a trip to the ground, like a big cat that likes to make trouble and can't wait to pounce on his own cat's nest.

"The floor is too hard." Gojo Satoru turned around and complained, "Yin, let's lay another floor."

What responded to him was the quilt thrown on his face: "Forget about being lazy."

Guan Yueyin pushed Gojo Goto aside like a rolling pin, and spread out a blanket as he wished.

"You are too used to him." Xia Youjie fanned the flames, "I pushed him to the corridor."

As soon as the words were finished, a white object flew over from the direction of Wujo Wu, with a gust of wind, the bull's-eye suspected to be the ball on Xia Youjie's head.

However, Xia Youjie easily caught Wujo Wu's throwing pillow, and returned a provocative look.

Gojo Satoru moved his wrist: "You reminded me, push you out, and Heyin and I can squeeze out of a bed."

Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about, this is my room."

Guan Yueyin raised her hand: "Is there a possibility that we all go back to our own rooms to sleep?"

"The shop is all set!" Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie said in unison.

Guanyueyin: "..."

All right, as long as you are happy.

Watching the two sleepy DKs rise from throwing pillows to throwing three-piece suits on the bed, Guan Yueyin doubted that they would not be able to sleep.

Although the relationship between his two classmates is very good, there are many fights like this, and often because of the difference in concept, the disputes are often raised to fights with real feelings. Cracking melon seeds on the sidelines and watching, waiting for the arrival of Teacher Noctua, which has nothing to do with himself.

In order to prevent the situation from developing to the point of tearing down the dormitory, Guan Yueyin took out a pair of poker: "Stop arguing, let's decide the outcome in a civilized way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pillow hit his head, which was thrown by Gojo Wu, but Xia Youjie dodged it.

The pillow slid off and fell into his hands.

Guanyueyin: "..."

Gojo Satoru happily stretched out a finger: "Gojo contestant! One point!"

Guan Yueyin smiled slightly, then picked up the pillow without hesitation, and threw it at Gojo Satoru's smiling face: "See if I don't throw you out!"