The vest cannot be collapsed

Before Haruki Iyama finished speaking, the students of the Kyoto school showed expressions of disbelief.

Who is it that is scary?How did he manage to say such words without a guilty conscience?

Jiwan, the only one who was seriously injured in the battle and whose entire right arm was turned into ashes, had the most unbelievable expression.

In the battle just now, he used magic tools to deal with other Habitat Haruki, but when it came to him, he just touched the shoulder of the machine with his bare hands.

With just this light touch, the half of the arm that stored the magic power was instantly wiped out, and then Haruki Jushan's apology resounded throughout the venue: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that this Iron Gundam still has magic power!"

Is not this nonsensical?How would his mech work without mana?

But such a conjurer who can destroy half of the mecha's arm with a light touch, now grabs the five enlightened hands with an innocent face and says they are terrible.

It's tough, everyone in the Kyoto school has hardened their fists.

According to the previous agreement, when they scold Gojo Wu in the future, they will never scold him together again.

—they would just scold him alone.

Under the gnashing of teeth by everyone in the Kyoto school, the innocent little Shirakai Yamaharuki raised her innocent eyes, looked at Noctuchi innocently and blinked innocently.

The panda in the distance showed a dumbfounded expression.

Night Moth Zhengdao's forehead had bulging veins.

"Wu," he calmly pulled Wujo Wu, "You just told me what happened to him?"

"I said his spell power is unstable!" Gojo Satoru quickly dismissed the blame, and he pointed at Haruki Yoshiyama, "Look, principal, that's how unstable it is!"

Ye Mo Zhengdao twitched the corners of his mouth, and began to reflect on why he had listened to Gojo Wu's nonsense ten minutes ago.

"Teacher Wutiao!" Amidst the system's loud Bengren alarm, Haruki Jushan burst into tears, "I don't know why I started fighting with them uncontrollably after seeing them."

The wicked conjurer Gojo Satoru nodded thoughtfully, and then amidst the frenzied siren of the system, he suddenly took out his mobile phone and took eighteen consecutive shots at the scattered students of Kyoto School who were beaten on the ground. .

Then he uploaded the line with one click, with the words: The new classmate is very energetic.

"Which side are you from?" He shaved off a few tufts of hair on the panda's back, and walked towards Ju Shanqingshu while stroking his own fur with his hands behind his back.

After he walked over, Gojo Satoru picked up the phone contentedly and took another [-] consecutive shots. This time, in addition to everyone in the Kyoto school on the ground, he also took pictures of the night moth with complicated expressions and Haruki Yayama with an innocent face. There is a panda's bald back after a few tufts of hair were shaved off by the magic tool, and there are even five selfies of him alone.

"Wow," Jushan Haruki looked at the panda and sighed to the system, "I just thought there was a person inside the doll, so is it a real panda?"

[Who can compare to you not being human? 】The system, which is only one millimeter away from the red card, is still in fear.

Haruki Jushan eagerly stretched out his hand to touch the panda.

The system of the General Administration judges that he is dead, but people are alive. As long as Gojo Satoru still has doubts about his identity, the judgment system can only issue him a yellow card incompetently and furiously.

Jushan Haruki accepted the second yellow card without changing his face, and showed a long-planned troublesome smile amidst the cursing of the system.

"This is the curse skeleton." Seeing this familiar smile, Ye Mo Zhengdao instantly recalled the hellish semester ten years ago, and quickly explained before he could speak.

"Oh..." Haruki Jushan withdrew his eyes regretfully.

"Can you touch it?" He retracted his eyes and stretched out his hand to the panda restlessly.

Before the night moth could speak, the panda quickly took a step back: "No."

"You can't," he added.

When I was chasing him just now, why didn't I think that he was just a curse, and he seemed to be on the side of Gao Zhuan.

This is even more impossible.

"Don't," Gojo Satoru was standing beside him now, this was a rare time in this world when he didn't have any spell power, and it would be a pity not to touch some furry at this time.

Regardless of the panda's struggle, he took off his gloves and stroked his furry back contentedly.

A jerk of panda reflex.

"It doesn't feel very good." Jushan Haruki whispered to the system.

"Of course it doesn't feel good," said the panda, who hadn't recovered from the fear that almost went straight to the sky. "If you cut those few times less just now, the feel will be much better."

"Why don't you ask Ye Moth teacher to re-tick your hair?" After Gojo Satoru finished posting the line, he was bored, and under the sight of Ye Mo Zhengdao's death, he put his hand on Yoshiki Haruki's shoulder with great interest and made a suggestion.

The sight cast by Noctuma Zhengdao became even more deadly.

"So this is a new classmate?" Zenyuan Maki and Gou Juji, who arrived in time, resolved the embarrassment.

"Ah yes, this is the new classmate Haruki Yayama." Gojo Satoru happily patted Haruki Yayama on the shoulder.

"Maki, I don't think the new classmate is human." Panda turned her head to communicate with Zenyuan Maki in a low voice.

"When he touched me just now, I suddenly felt very scary," he shivered. "I didn't know why just now, but I always felt that if I let him touch me, something bad would happen."

Gojo Satoru and Iyama Haruki blinked innocently at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Chanyuan Maki looked at Haruki Yoshiyama and Gojo Satoru with innocent faces, and then at Principal Noctua who had a bad look at them, and finally asked in a low voice.

She and Gou Juanji came later than the panda, and when they got here, they had already seen Jushan Haruki and Gojo Satoru standing together, so naturally they had no chance to see him chasing and beating the panda.

With the blessing of the character design, Jushan Haruki standing in front of him looked very cute and bully, as if he had just been bullied by everyone in the Kyoto school.

Zenyuan Maki struggled to connect this innocent-looking new classmate in front of her with the fang-filled devil in the panda's mouth.

"But nothing happened after he touched you, right?" She circled around the panda and judged.

Zenin Zhenyi, who sat up from the ground, looked at Haruki Iyama, then at Maki who knew nothing, and let out a sneer.

"It's a beastly intuition!" Panda emphasized.

"Although I'm a curse skeleton! But my beast-like intuition tells me that if he touched me, something would have happened somewhere else."

When he said this, he was dubious. After all, although his hair was about to explode just now, nothing happened after Haruki Jushan touched him.

So he didn't expect that the day when he would see the big devil Jushan Haruki again would come so soon.

A few days before the sister school exchange meeting, a classmate whose rating was a fan was sent to the same task as him.

As a curse skeleton, most of the tasks assigned to him are in the suburbs or some sparsely populated places. In places like the city center, he still has insufficient actions as a moving panda.

So Maki is usually the one who acts with him, and it is convenient for her to disguise herself as a girl holding a huge doll and walk in the urban area.

He didn't expect that he would still have time to go on missions with his new classmates.

The new classmate also carefully put on a pair of leather gloves.

"Jushan Haruki," after sitting in the car, the panda was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but said, "Are you so disdainful to touch a bald panda!"

Pandas have hearts too. Pandas are also in pain.

Especially under the premise that the panda's bad hand feeling was shaved bald by Haruki Jushan!

"Uh..." The new classmate was sitting in the supervisor's assistant car, Gojo Satoru, who was waving exaggeratedly outside the car, drifted away, and a familiar blue light seemed to appear faintly on his body, "Are you sure?"

He took off his gloves and approached him tentatively.

The panda's hair stood on end for a moment.