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"Huh?" Zenyuan Zhenyi asked on behalf of all the students of the Kyoto School present.

"Then let's have a fight," Haruki Iyama sighed, and looked at the students of the Kyoto school, "If I win, don't take me with you when you scold Gojo Satoru."

The students of the Kyoto school showed incomprehensible expressions.

"At least half of the people in the magic world are scolding Gojo Satoru." Jiwan, who had been silent all this time, pointed out calmly.

He intended to tell the high school student in front of him that it would be difficult for everyone to shoot without taking the students around him when they scolded Gojo Satoru. Who would have thought that the white-haired young man in front of him would be surprised after hearing this sentence expression.

"Why are half of the conjurers in the conjuration world scolding Gojo Satoru?" he said, "Does the other half have no keyboard?"

The two principals in the room did not know at this time that the students of the Kyoto school outside had already regarded Haruki Iyama as a substitute.

Gojo Satoru seemed to regard the room of the Kyoto school as his own home, and regarded Leyan Temple, which was still sitting in the back, as nothing, and let him act as if he didn't hear what he said.

"Enlightenment," Noctua Zhengdao frowned seriously, "You have to understand that once this method is spread, the impact will not be at 01:30."

"But I really didn't do it," Wujo Wu puffed his mouth, leaned on the back of the sofa with his shoulders in his arms and closed his eyes, "Jack and I didn't intervene once when the high-level management dealt with it."

He looked at the chandelier on the ceiling and said indifferently: "If you have to say who resurrected him, guess whether those rotten oranges took his body and did some experiments, it's better than saying I did it."

"Instead of asking me a little magician who has been ignorant of this for ten years, it is better to ask the old man behind you."

What kind of little magician is he, Ye Mozhengdao twitched the corners of his mouth, Gojo Satoru is really pushing the limit of shamelessness in the magic world all the time.

Once this technique of suddenly resurrecting the dead is revealed, countless conjurers will definitely flock to it, and Gojo Satoru just casually brought people here.

Noctua Masamori narrowed his eyes and looked at his former student. Gojo Satoru was leaning his neck up at this moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

Noctua Zhengdao sighed, he is now beginning to feel lucky, glad that only he and Leyan Temple are in this room.

And the shameless limit in his mouth raised his head and looked at the ceiling for a long time, curled his lips boredly, stood up from the sofa, shook his hands and started to play emotional cards: "And now he has no previous memory, and his spell power is out of control." .”

"You saw it just now." He changed his posture and leaned against the wall. "He has no magic power."

Ye Mozhengdao recalled the familiar face behind Gojo Satoru, and nodded in his heart involuntarily, which is why his eyes were wrong the first time he saw Haruki Jushan.

Without him, Haruki Yoshiyama, who was following Gojo Satoru, had a too cute expression.

Well-behaved, she doesn't look like the troublemaker student in my memory who didn't sign up for the house for three days.

"Let him come in first." Ye Mo rubbed his forehead with a headache. No matter who revived Jushan Haruki now, he has to arrange a place for him. He just saw his deceased student and couldn't control it. Feeling, now that I think about it, it's not a big deal to always hang Jushan Haruki outside the door.

"I'll go and open the door." Ye Mo Zhengdao's attitude softened, Gojo Wu showed a triumphant expression on his face, and opened the door of the room in two steps in three steps.

There was nothing outside the door.

"Uh...maybe he went somewhere else?" Wujo Wujo poked his head out to look around, and tentatively added.

Ye Mo Zhengdao felt his head hurt even more, but he was not surprised at all.

At this moment, he seems to have returned to the summer ten years ago, the semester when the three problem children passed away.

"Let's go out and look for it." Ye Mo Zhengdao stood up first, he shouldn't expect any changes from Jushan Haruki.

Even if the dead and alive Haruki Jushan wears a fake and cute skin of a little white rabbit, he is still the problem student who has let go and never turned around, and it is still the plus version.

Noctua gritted his teeth and walked out of the room.

——By the way, he also glared at the problematic student plus version maker.

The maker of the problem student plus version shrugged innocently, ignored the Leyan Temple in the room, and walked out after Ye Moth Zhengdao.

The corridor of the Kyoto school is not too deep. Gojo Satoru had already reached the end of the corridor just after he unpacked a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth.

The sky is about to sink, dim and dark, the last ray of the setting sun is reflected on the thin clouds flying obliquely, and a faint golden light faintly shining.

Under the dizzy black clouds, the little white rabbit in the heart of Ye Mozhengdao, Haruki Yama, was having a hard fight with the students from the Kyoto school.

He was obviously the only one here, but among a group of students from the Kyoto school, Haruki Juyama made a gesture of surrounding everyone alone, the dark clouds reflected lightly on the magic tool in his hand, The spell tool was constantly filled with the spell power that continued to overflow from his body, and under the beautiful sunlight, it reflected the cold blue light of Leng Gang.

On the other hand, among the students of the Kyoto school, the few students who were good at long-distance were completely beaten to the ground by him. There was a hole the size of a bowl on the right arm of the machine ball, and Haruki Yayama's not-so-sincere apology echoed in the open space .

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this Tin Gundam to have magic power!"

Dongdou, who is good at melee combat, was unable to cast spells under the airtight protection of Haruki Yoshiyama. When Gojo Satoru and Night Moth went out on the right way, the battle was in progress until Dongdang was restrained by a magic tool, and he couldn't get close at all. Shan Qingshu's body.

As he quickly changed his position, he tried to find a breakthrough point from around Haruki Yoshiyama, no matter how he changed his position, the magic tool full of magic power could always be precisely before he was about to touch Haruki Yoshiyama Pressing hard at every step, accurately blocking his attack while constantly squeezing his remaining replacement space.

So Dongtang could only keep backing away, trying to find a breakthrough point that was beneficial to him in the limited space.

Seeing that there was not much space left for him, Haruki Jushan simply threw the spell tool, and firmly touched his neck with his gloved hand.

If he didn't wear gloves, the things he touched would have fallen apart by this time.

After dealing with Dongtang, he quickly rushed towards the panda that had just walked towards this side.

The pandas were chased by him and ran all over the field.

"Isn't this someone from your high school?" Zenyuan really leaned on the tree and watched Jushan Qingshu chasing the panda and said incredulously.

"Why isn't this from your Kyoto school—" Panda struggled while running.

When Gojo Satoru and Noctua came out, they happened to see this scene.

——Haruki Jushan surrounded everyone by himself, chasing and beating the pandas.

The panda ran at a speed that didn't match a curse skeleton, and several tufts of his white hair were chopped off by the magic tool in Haruki Haruki's hand.

As soon as Gojo Satoru appeared, Haruki Yoshiyama's spell disappeared instantly, and in an instant, he changed from a big demon king chasing pandas with blue lights all over his body into a small white flower.

If the panda didn't look terrified.

The disappearance of the mantra made Haruki Jushan instantly realize what happened.

It's Gojo Satoru.

So Xiaobaihua stopped, Xiaobaihua squeezed out a few tears with difficulty, and Xiaobaihua stepped over a pile of Kyoto school students who were beaten to the ground by him on the ground.

Xiaobaihua burst into tears: "Teacher Wutiao! They are so scary!"