The vest cannot be collapsed

In a school of Nuo University, there are usually no more than [-] living people panting, and now all of them have gone to the next-door Kyoto school. After learning that everyone in the school went to the friend school to fight, Jushan Haruki became visibly arrogant.

It wasn't enough for him to finish flipping through his files, so he reached out to the folder next door.

【What else are you doing? ] Seeing that Haruki Juyama, who already knew the address of his cemetery, was about to look through other documents, the system raised his head from a pile of documents and asked.

"Let me take a look at Wutiao Wu's and Xia Youjie's files." He quickly picked out the student files of his current class, and suddenly found that Wutiao Wu didn't exist.

Then he discovered an even more shocking thing. Xia Youjie's file cover was marked with a big red mark, and the words defected were written in the mark.

[Ah, this...] The system was also shocked by this bizarre trend.

[So he dropped out of school and became a monk...] His tone could not help but be filled with emotion, [There are four people in your class, two of whom are illiterate. 】

【You complete the task by running away, and he becomes a monk to do MLM. You all have a bright future. 】

"That's not right," Jushan Haruki ignored the cynicism of the system, and reconfirmed that the file in his hand was indeed this year's folder, "Why are only my and Xia Youjie's files still in our file for this year? Five articles What about Wu and Nitro?"

"Glass, I can understand. She will definitely stay in school after graduation, and the file will be returned to the faculty. What about Gojo Satoru?" He shook the folder a few times in disbelief, and after confirming that the file was really only him and Xia Youjie fell into confusion afterwards.

His confused voice became smaller and smaller as he flipped through the faculty files.

【Wow. ] The system looked at the teaching staff Gojo Satoru and sighed emotionlessly.

"System," Jushan Haruki refused to accept the reality, "Did we transmit the wrong one? There are so many parallel worlds in the bureau. Did I go to another world where Gojo Satoru is a teacher?"

"...Let Gojo Satoru stay in school, Mr. Yemo, you are confused!" Haruki Jushan was heartbroken.

"When he is a teacher, is he teaching or harming people?" He restored the messy files he had flipped through to the previous state, chatting with the system in his mind in disbelief, "The magic world is developing very fast now. Prosperity? There are already so many magicians who can make Wujo realize misfortune?"

[Think of the best,] The system persuaded him, [At least now you know where the two mission targets are.The next step is to become a pitiful and ignorant little white flower to repair their psychological shadow. 】

"I can't do it," Jushan Haruki burst into tears, "I have a shadow now."

Gojo Satoru's stay in school cast an indelible shadow on Haruki Iyama, and it was not until he turned out of the high school and came to his graveyard that he barely recovered.

"This place is fake." He just stood in front of his tombstone, and quickly affirmed.

[You don't need to tell me, I can see it. 】

The photo on the tombstone cannot be said to be exactly the same as Jushan Haruki, but it has nothing to do with it. If the two of them hadn't shared the same name, no one would connect the person in front of the tombstone with the photo on the tombstone.

Gojo Satoru and the others obviously did not follow the standard procedure to bury Haruki Yayama.

However, they couldn't follow the procedure. After all, after completing the mission, Haruki Yayama, who fled to death, didn't actually leave a body behind.

That is to say, even if this is a real cemetery, what is buried deep in the ground is nothing more than a clothes tomb.

Jushan Haruki squatted in front of this strange tombstone and thought for a while. Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie were obviously not the ones who would follow the way of the high-level conjurers, but with the three of them having lived together for more than a year , it's not like not to erect a monument for him.

"The tomb is somewhere else."

"Still in the high school." He frowned and got up and walked back and forth, "The two of them will never give me a memorial tablet at home. Judging from the situation that they were still magicians in school at the time, they could only be in the back mountain. gone."

It's just a little to the right of the place where he just turned into the school.

All of them rushed back to the high school without stopping, and sure enough, they saw a plain monument not far from the location that Jushan Haruki guessed.

There are no words on it.

Jushan Haruki breathed a sigh of relief: "That's it."

Although he didn't know why these two people didn't engrave his name, the way of thinking of Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie was obviously beyond his comprehension.

Haruki Yoshiyama, the wicked conjurer, immediately started digging his own grave.

He didn't leave many things in the world of spells back then, except for the clothes he brought with him when he escaped, the only things he left in the dormitory were his cards and keys. Haruki Yama found an old wooden box not long after digging.

After the box was opened, a pile of Jushan Haruki's sundries were revealed.

He flipped through it for a long time, and found to his heartache that there was only one card of his own in it.He had saved some money from doing missions in the magic circle before, plus the money withheld from the company's hype about stocks, he should have barely managed to make up for the 300 million that Xia Youjie wanted.

But why Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie didn't put all his cards in when they packed up the relics.

Jushan Haruki thought of his previous savings, and thought of himself now, and suddenly felt a burst of angina.

He left the high school with a mask of pain on his face.

And not long after he left, a familiar figure came to the obelisk.

Xia Youjie looked at the ground that seemed to have been loosened, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.The last few days were the Bon Odori Festival, and he intentionally chose a time when everyone in Gaozhuan was away, just to miss Gojo Satoru.

The dug up soil still looks moist, and it looks like it has not been more than three days since the last time it was dug up.

The sudden familiar message, the blind monkey without spell power, and the soil that was suddenly turned over, these signs point to an unbelievable ending, and Haruki Jushan climbed out from here and was resurrected.

——If it wasn't for the fact that Haruki Jushan didn't have a dead body, and he and Gojo Satoru only buried some of Haruki Juyama's belongings here, even he would almost believe it was true.

Xia Youjie looked at the tombstone coldly. Before, he still held the mentality of seeing what tricks these people could play, but from this moment he changed his mind.

No matter what the people behind wanted to do, he was really angry at this point.

Undetectable footsteps came from behind, followed by a long silence.

Xia Youjie was the first to break the silence: "There are traces of being opened here."

"It's not me." The footsteps sounded again.

This is the first time since Xia Youjie's defection in the past few years, the two tacitly broke the tacit understanding of not meeting each other.

"Nonsense," Xia Youjie recalled the white pupils that were out of focus, and twitched the corners of his mouth irritably, "I have some information about this."

"A few days ago, I saw a monkey very similar to him."

Gojo Satoru frowned because the monkey was called undetectable.

"Coincidentally," he glanced at the still fresh soil, "I saw it last night too."

The more he thought about that familiar figure last night, the more he felt something was wrong, and that's why he came here.