Why aren't people raising me

Teeny smiled.

The curse spirit has the instinct to face danger. It is obviously held in the palm of someone's hand, but it is willing to hold Masaharu's fingers with attachment.

Saying goodbye to the professor, Masaharu Akashi stared coldly at the slightly struggling curse spirit in his hand, and his teeny smile became more and more ferocious, with a row of huge and sharp teeth resembling exaggerated characters in funny comics.

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

Even laughter is mental torture.

"The neck is like hemp rope, you still laugh."

A slight air current brushed past, and Akashi Masaharu wiped it away.

He stuffed the documents into the inside of the windbreaker jacket with one hand, and approached the waiting people, "Sorry, there was a delay, and you were left out in the cold."

"No, compared to this..." Gojo Satoru watched Masaharu wipe his hands slowly, "Why does that curse spirit have such an attitude?"

As if sane.

"Why speculate on their thoughts?" Masaharu Akashi asked in a casual tone, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

He raised his legs and walked forward with an indescribably decisive posture. He obviously didn't do anything, but Xia Youjie followed subconsciously.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly realized——

what is this.

Potentially suggestive leadership?

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at Masaharu Akashi in shock,

And the young man noticed his slight movements, glanced slightly,

Although his demeanor was gentle, there was pride in his eyes.

Xia Youjie turned his head to look at Wujo Wu. The blue-eyed boy was thoughtful, and obviously felt this magical following.

"Enlightened..."

"This guy has some skills..."

***

They had lunch together, after which Masaharu Akashi got his notebooks from his classmates and invited them to a lecture.

"What lecture?"

Masaharu Akashi curled his lips, "My lecture."

Lectures, commonly known as lectures, sometimes invite excellent students to present academic assignments on stage, while teachers act as teaching assistants.On the bright side, this is to exercise students' ability, but some people say that it is simply because the teacher is not ready and wants to be lazy.

Masaharu doesn't care what the doorway is, anyway, he has credits to earn.

The classroom is an amphitheater, and the seats are getting higher and higher from near to far. Akashi Masaharu is standing in the front and middle position, and the light is turned on from in front of him, covering him with a layer of soft light.

Students came in one after another, and they generally arrived earlier than the stipulated time.

Jia Ruozi picked a seat with the most direct view in the back row, and pulled two people to sit down.

"This position can sweep the audience."

It's almost time.

"Then, I'm very glad to be able to explain my subject to you today..."

The boy's voice is gentle but clear, every inch of breath, every wording and every syllable transfer is as designed, his whole body is calm and confident, he doesn't have complicated and frequent small movements, and he also likes to talk with others when explaining to a certain point. Students look at each other.The simple white shirt made his face whiter, and the cuffs and collar were effortlessly neat.

The content is impeccable and the presentation is well done.

"It looks like a group of leaders..." Xia Youjie sighed, "It never occurred to me that we looked the same in elementary school, but now we have grown into completely different people."

Speaking of speaking, they can actually do it, but Akashi Masaharu has a kind of indifference that melts into his breath, as if the stage was born for him, and the lights should shine on him.

But this is only a small part of his life.

Does he have more flashes, any better performances?

"Elementary school?" Gojo Gojo turned to look at him,

"Yazhi and I were in the same class. At that time... I didn't fit in well. Actually, I don't know exactly what happened." Xia Youjie's eyes swept across the audience. The students in front of them were taking notes seriously, and occasionally Whispered with my deskmate, "I was tangled and confused because I could see horrible things, but he was not affected at all."

A classroom full of talent.

They are all young, each carrying a backpack full of knowledge, and each holding a pen to write down their dreams. They come for the future they imagined, and everyone's eyes are positive and full of pursuit.

Some are well-dressed, some are casually dressed, and some have frizzy hair, but the eyes of these people are without exception, sober and restrained.

There was a faint smell of coffee in the air. A student accidentally spilled the drink he brought, but the audience was still very quiet. The student silently cleaned up the mess, raised his eyes and continued to listen to the class.

"It's actually the first time I've felt the atmosphere here." Xia Youjie's hands and feet were a little stiff, and he stroked the ends of his hair, feeling that it was a little unsuitable for him to do nothing in this situation, "Probably... Everyone is working hard."

He couldn't understand the content of this lesson. Although he could analyze that Masaharu Akashi spoke clearly, his lack of professional knowledge still made him confused.

Xia Youjie was a little shocked.

It was an invisible shock, not weaker than the superb force and the powerful destructive power visible to the naked eye.

Stepping into a field he didn't understand at all, Xia Youjie felt at a loss as to what to do.

He felt that everyone present was stronger than himself.

"Jie..." Gojo Gojo lowered his voice, "We have to work overtime..."

……work overtime?

Xia Youjie thought a little slowly and reacted for a while, what shift should he overtime?

In the next second, he understood, and glanced around sharply, "Where is it?"

Their duty is to exorcise curse spirits.

It is his thesis to let every weak person live with peace of mind and freedom.

"There." Gojo Satoru pointed to the gap in the podium, "Look, something seeped out there."

A brown substance flowed out from the gap of the podium, but no one noticed that it leaked out bit by bit, with a large horizontal range, as if it wanted to surround something.

"There are a lot of people here..." Xia Youjie was a little nervous,

Gojo Satoru also had some scruples, "Let's find a way to lure it away. It's best to go to the rooftop where no one is there."

Nitro knew what they had forgotten as soon as they heard it, "I'll let you pay."

However, before their plan could be implemented, the speed at which the curse spirit seeped out suddenly increased, and a two-meter brown barrier formed in the blink of an eye, blocking Akashi Masaharu inside.

At this time, Akashi Masaharu should not be able to see the outside, his field of vision should be pitch black, but in the eyes of the students in a classroom, he is still giving a lecture.

The second that the condensed curse spirit figure completely covered Masaharu, Gojo Satoru almost jumped up, but he saw a smile on the boy's lips,

There was a hint of irony in that smile, a hint of frivolity,

He made a mouth shape, mixed in the pause of the lecture, did not make a sound, and did not make people notice it strangely,

Gojo Satoru stared at him closely, his gorgeous eyes of the sky did not tremble, his lips moved, "He is saying: Dad, Mom..."

'Dad, Mom...'

In the field of vision of the six eyes, something more terrifying appeared following that call.

Its breath powerfully overwhelmed the curse spirit surrounding Yazhi, clinging to the young man's shoulders, declaring its sovereignty.

"Get out, go——!!!"

Only four people could hear the mantra spirit's sharp voice, and Jiarui Nitzi frowned and covered his ears, but Masaji, who was in the middle of the decibel, didn't show any discomfort, and didn't even pause in his sentence.

"Then let's look at the next part..."

"boom!"

Cracks appeared in the floor of the podium.

That's because of the slightly chaotic fight between the curse spirits, and the father and mother tried their best to narrow the attack range so that it didn't reach below the podium.

There was an exclamation in the classroom, Masaharu Akashi looked at the damaged place unexpectedly, and then said briskly, "It seems that I should lose weight recently, do I need to pay compensation for the collapse of the podium?"

This sentence quickly aroused laughter,

"It's okay! I'll hand it in for you!"

"The classroom has been in disrepair for a long time. Let's file an application to let the school repair it quickly."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

terrible.

Terrible self-control.

Take all chaos into your eyes and see them as nothing.

Gojo Satoru covered the corners of his mouth that could not be suppressed, and his eyes flashed with a frightening brilliance. He touched the table with his fingers excitedly and impatiently, controlling the strength and angle, and did not make any noise that would affect others.

Masaharu Akashi is absolutely a treasure.

"I should go back and fight him..." He whispered.

"Me too." Xia Youjie chuckled, "Such a brilliant scene should be rare to see."

When the Ppt came to the last page, Akashi Masaharu thanked the foreign students in the classroom in English, and then bowed gracefully.

When he got up, his eyes turned and glanced at the father and mother who had not disappeared.

The two heads were attached to him, and they didn't speak or do anything to embarrass Yazhi, but every muscle exuded the desire to get closer.

Akashi Masaharu warned it not to pounce.

"Is that the spell spirit he controls?" Xia Youjie leaned slightly, but at this moment he regretted doing it so far back, "It looks a little different from the state I controlled."

Manipulation?

Gojo Satoru lowered the corner of his mouth when he realized something was wrong,

He took off his sunglasses and observed the direction of the spell power more carefully.

Is it... manipulation?

What Akashi Masaharu is using... is it really a magic spell?

These doubts could not be answered for the time being, because when it came to the questioning session, Akashi Masaharu was not leisurely. With his hands on the podium, he seemed to be able to handle the teacher's intentional difficulties with ease.

After answering several academic questions, someone suddenly asked Masaharu a philosophical question,

"Akashi-san..." The student who raised his hand was a handsome boy with a demure demeanor, but his voice was weak, and his chest felt tight when he heard it, "I want to ask you a personal question, sorry to waste everyone's time ,Excuse me……"

"If I can't become a doctor in the future, what's the point of me sitting here?"

All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the classroom, which was originally heated due to the discussion of academic issues, calmed down.Someone shrugged, bowed his head and no longer cared.

The boy continued, "I know this question is completely inappropriate to ask here...but I've been very confused lately..."

After listening to him, Masaharu Akashi smiled and said, "Can I answer you after class?"

The boy was taken aback, and shivered as if shivering. He rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "Okay, okay."

The father and mother are still coyly following Yazhi, if it is described more humanely, it seems to be admiring his son's demeanor and being proud of him.

A one-hour lecture ended without knowing it. Masaharu Akashi packed his things, Gojo Satoru and others came to him, "I said..."

"Wait a minute." Masaharu Akashi interrupted them softly, but not unpleasantly, "I still have questions that I haven't answered."

Only then did they realize that the boy who asked questions in class walked over at some point. His eyes were slightly black and blue, and his pupils were also a little cloudy. His mental state was not very good.

What's going on here?

Gojo Satoru frowned,

The boy forced a smile, "I'm sorry, did I cause you trouble? I didn't mean to find fault when I asked that question. It's because I envy you. You have much more courage than me. I recently found that I dare not perform surgery. The knife, because I am afraid of failure, afraid of taking the responsibility of human life."

"So... I feel that what I do now is a waste of time."

"Why waste time?"

Masaharu Akashi's eyes swept over his head lightly, and then said to him, "Actually, I am not 100% sure about life, and I have doubted whether what I am doing now is correct."

"Perhaps the knowledge you have learned is useless at work, but the time you put in your best effort is part of your life, and it has already made you."

Yazhi took out a piece of paper from his own documents, "I majored in psychology, do you want to try it too?"

In a flash,

The numbers above his head increased.

"psychology?"

"Although the professional span is quite large, he is also a doctor." Akashi Masaharu said with gentle eyes, "We study medicine to treat others."

Maybe it's because his whole body is light-colored,

So whenever there is light falling on him, he is extraordinarily dazzling.

Xia Youjie touched his chest and looked at Wujo Wu blankly.

He saw his friend staring at Yazhi seriously, with eyes he had never seen before.