After wearing the wrong Meiqiang tragic vest

Tokyo, Curse High School.

Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who came back from the mission, rarely saw their teacher Noctua Masamune and two other strangers on the playground.

One is a girl in the jk uniform of an unknown school, and the other is a mild-mannered young man in a wheelchair. The combination of the two is very eye-catching.

It is in Yucheng and Sakuraba in Tokyo.

Judging from the conversation, Noctua Moth Zhengdao was clearly introducing them to the campus environment.

Gojo Satoru leaned forward interestedly: "Ah, Teacher Noctua, do you have a new classmate?"

"No." Ye Mozheng glanced at Gojo Wu, and nodded to Xia Youjie who came over: "It's the new teacher."

"Oh? New teacher?"

Gojo Satoru draws out his voice, his head looks like a white broom because of the blindfolded hair.

He lifted up his blindfold to look at the two people next to him, and pointed at Yingting Wumeng pretending to be surprised.

"This guy seems to be the same age as us, right? Teacher Ye Moth, are you right? Our school still recruits child labor?! It can't be that he came in through the back door through connections!"

"Also, the sick person next to him, wouldn't he die suddenly in the middle of class, right?! I won't collect the body!"

With such a provocative tone and contemptuous attitude, Bai Sao might have started to get angry with another person.

Yucheng Baiyu didn't pay much attention, after all, they did come in through the back door through their connections.

—— Yingting Wumeng directly controlled a high-level government official, and the identity of the teacher was arranged by the other party.

As for why they came here to be teachers...

[I will never spend a penny for a man!Especially you guy! ]

Some non-human said so.

So he had to drag his sick body out to work, which was really miserable.Non-humans are indeed inhuman.

As for Sakuraba, this guy has never been the character to swallow provocations, especially - provocations from humans.

She laughed softly, and everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, and when they came back to their senses, Gojo Satoru had been stepped on his neck and lay flat on the ground.

"Judging people by their appearance is not a good habit~, this badminton classmate——"

The sweet and greasy voice was like syrup soaked in ten catties of milk, and the maliciousness rolling in the girl's purple eyes was like tongues of fire, licking Wujo Wu's soul.

The onlookers showed astonished expressions.

Although Gojo Satoru has a bad personality, they still know how strong he is.

Although there are elements of contempt, but if you want to knock this guy down with one blow, this girl...is super strong!

A strawberry candy popped out of Yucheng's hand, and hit the vicious girl who was triumphantly threatening the children.

The young man's long eyelashes are slightly dozing, and the wind gently blows through his smooth, long black hair, and the years are peaceful.

His beautifully shaped thin lips parted slightly, spitting out venom: "Stop your childish behavior, you are still bullying children when you are too old. Need me to remind you how old you are this year, Obasan?"

Abyssal species do not have the concept of longevity. Unless their existence is directly erased, they can live forever, and even the destruction of the world cannot affect them.

So, Sakuraba's age is indeed...

Thought-provoking.

"what?!"

Yingting Wumeng, who covered the back of her head and looked back, widened her eyes, the abyss in those purple pupils ignited raging flames, and gritted her teeth: "A pervert who hangs around with puppets all day is not qualified to teach me a lesson!"

The night moth next to him said rightly: "..."

Subtle feeling of being shot in the knee.

The black braids were left behind, and Wumeng Wujo rubbed Gojo Satoru's face with one foot, creating a deep crack on the ground.

"I like puppets so much, why don't I make you into something like that."

The malice turned into reality spread a black and purple curtain behind her, and all kinds of bruised purple or gray-white alienated corpses walked out of the curtain, like a well-disciplined army.

Yucheng Baiyu didn't hesitate at all, and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his index finger.A huge formation was deployed in his direction, covering half of the school. The plants, earth and stones on the playground formed various puppets, the number of which was no less than that of the army of corpses on the opposite side.

War is imminent.

Anyway, the two vests don't like each other, so they might as well take this opportunity to fight.

Sakuraba Wumeng sat on the huge tentacles protruding from the curtain, holding her chin with one hand.She seemed to lose interest suddenly, and yawned out of boredom.

Yucheng Baiyu raised one hand, covered his mouth and coughed lightly.Countless plants grow up behind him, the mountain flowers are blooming, and the vines and tentacles are tightly intertwined.

The arm wrestling between the mounts (?) made the scene even more chaotic, and many alienated corpses and sand puppets that were too late to avoid were involved.

The shadows cover the sky and the sun, tit for tat, not giving in to each other.

On the first day of work, the two teachers fought in front of the class teacher and students, destroying the entire playground.

Dangerous, high school, dangerous.

Human beings are naturally afraid and curious about species that are too huge, and Wujo Satoru obviously belongs to the curious category.

The white-haired DK who teleported to the distant teaching building with his friends and teachers early on to watch the battle let out a contrived exclamation. If it weren't for the conditions, he might have to bring a support lamp to wave the flag and shout.

Noctua Zhengdao was punched hard by the veins throbbing on his forehead.

Fortunately, the two people who fought against each other remained rational, and kept the battlefield within the scope of the playground without crossing the boundary.

"What kind of spell is this? No...is it a spell?"

Gojo Satoru leaned lazily against the wall with his hands folded.

"Obviously not."

"Not only is the power used not a spell, but the guy who looks as big as us is not sure whether he is human or not."

"Also, these two guys haven't used their real strength at all, they're just playing around now."

The other party's sticky tone was obviously deliberately imitating Yingting Wumeng.

Ye Mozheng frowned, and a high wall of vigilance had been built in his heart.

This level... has not been serious yet!What is the purpose of these two guys who are so strong in coming to the high school?

——Well, in order to earn money to support yourself?

The salary of the college is really good!

Ahem, back to the topic.

Xia Youjie squinted his slender fox eyes and looked around: "Did we enter another space? There was such a big commotion, but no one else came out."

"That's right." Wujo Satoru's tone finally became serious again: "When they started fighting, an invisible force erupted from that wheelchair and covered the entire high school. Now we are equivalent to entering an infinite world. A parallel space for people."

"Ah, there's no need to spend money on rebuilding the playground."

During the conversation between the two, the battle in the distance has ended.The tentacles with eyes and the flowering vines returned separately, and the remaining army of corpses and puppets turned to dust in place.

The entire parallel space cracked inch by inch, as if time had flowed backwards, and the playground had returned to an intact state.

"Okay." Noctua Zhengdao took a deep breath - after all, he didn't destroy anything, and didn't even cause too much impact, what can he say -

Trying to calm down my irritable mood: "Then let me introduce, this is Mr. Yucheng, and the other is Mr. Yingting. The two of them are in charge of teaching your culture classes."

"Cultural class?" Such two big killers bring cultural class, seriously?

Ye Mo Zhengdao looked at Wutiao Wu indifferently: "In short, you wish for good luck."

Problem teachers and problem students get together, the school is going to explode in two days (indifference).

Yokohama, Tsurumi River.

The little boy with iris-colored eyes and fluffy black hair quietly stared at the river in front of him.

The flowing water is gurgling, clear and beautiful.Sinking in such a beautiful river, you must be able to get eternal peaceful sleep!

The owl just got rid of a piece of debris attached to the aquatic plants and floated up to the surface of the river.Something black ran down the corner of his eye.

...Wait, that black thing that floated past just now is a person, right? !Definitely a human, right? !

He turned his head abruptly, barely grabbing the opponent's ankle.He lifted the person up and shook.

A small fish fry shook off his clothes, splashing small splashes on the river.

is a cub.

He is so young, but looks as big as Zhong.

It's still a little black cat who is wandering and thinking.

The wet black hair stuck to his face, he didn't know if he had hit something on his head, but he didn't wake up.

It didn't look like he fell into the water by falling. The child's face did not have the panic and fear of the drowning person, and there was no trace of struggle on his body, but was calm.

It's... suicide.

The world of children is very pure, they are not as complicated as adults, so they do things impulsively and never consider the consequences.

The parents of this kid are really remiss.

Bringing the wet kitten back to the shore, Xiao Ou inexplicably felt that there was always some inexplicable familiarity in the other party.

It was noon at this time, and the weather was neither too hot nor too cold. Although it was foggy, the sun was shining brightly.

Owl took off the cloak and shook it, poured out the water in the inner bag, and it was a brand new and clean cloak.

He looked at the cub lying next to him. The clothes on his body were still dripping with water, and the ground where he was lying was already wet.

The boy with golden pupils unbuttoned his ponytail, his long hair fell down, and the braids on his cheeks were also limply attached to his face.

He found a flat roof with no shelter, and carried the cub up to dry it.

But although there was no one on the roof, they seemed to have entered into something else.

Putting on the monocle, as expected, there is a translucent jelly curse spirit with a disgusting color on the roof.

The side of the thing, whether it was the front or the back, was covered with a moldy substance of food, which made it even more unpleasant to see in the sun.

What's the difference between punching something like this and grabbing spoiled vomit with your bare hands? !

too disgusting! !

It was broad daylight, and using the scroll would surely be noticed.so……

Owl pulled out the two-meter-long sword with a blank expression.

This sword is made of special material, the blade is so thin that it is almost transparent.The lines of gold spread all over the body of the sword, which is a bit thinner than ordinary blades.

The sword was much taller than his height, and it was awkward to use.However, weapons with divine magic blessings have additional damage to the cursed spirit!

Perhaps sensing the threat from the sword, the curse spirit didn't rush forward, but Gu Yong tried to grab the unconscious cub next to him.

The main body of this curse spirit is a caterpillar with a very thin skin, which is even more unacceptable after its full face is exposed.

But now, this thing is ignoring him, brazenly trying to attack the cub he brought!

Owl: "..." Hehe.

The old father performed an explosion in place on the spot.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes in confusion, and seeing the clear and clear sky, he realized that his first suicide attempt in Yokohama had failed.

A cloak was wrapped around him, and his coat lay beside him to dry.

His whole body exudes a warm smell, and the fluffy black hair hangs softly on both sides of his cheeks, covering the cute and lovely milk fat on his face.

There was movement nearby, it should be the person who rescued him with good intentions...

The cub tried its best to shrink back into the cloak, turned its head slightly, and only had time to see the last glint of the sheathed knife.

The gray-haired boy turned around and walked towards him with his back to the sun, his body seemed to be shrouded in a hazy halo.

Osamu Dazai met a pair of golden eyes.

Shining brightly, it seems to be burning with a strong hope.