master transferred to spellcaster

you go!

Fu Heihui really wanted to slap this sentence on Wujo Wu's big face directly.

He didn't do that.

One, he can't beat Gojo Satoru.Two... It can be seen with the naked eye that even if Gojo Satoru is wearing women's clothing, his figure will definitely not look like a woman.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, like a green onion, has a skeleton and a face that haven't grown yet, so he might be able to get by in suitable women's clothing.People like Gojo Satoru... would probably just be called to the police on the spot.

Fu Heihui turned to look at Fujimaru Tachika, wanting to seek an alliance, but found that the other party showed no resistance, and even started discussing with Gojo Satoru what to wear.

Fu Heihui: Pupil earthquake.

Sensing Fu Heihui's gaze, Fujimaru Tachika turned her head and greeted him, "Fu Hei, come here and see which one you want to wear. You must dress up a bit, or you will be in trouble if you can't deceive the curse spirit."

Why are you so proficient.

With a stiff face, Fu Heihui walked over almost on the same hands and feet.

If Gojo Gojo dared to lie to them, kill him.

The killing intent reached its peak when they were taken to a place similar to a high-end beauty club.

There were only the three of them in the entire club, and the huge room was filled with women's clothing and wigs of appropriate sizes, and there were two stylists waiting beside them, who would believe that Gojo Satoru didn't premeditate.

Compared with Fugurohui's resistance, Fujimaru Tatsuka didn't care much about women's clothing.

This feeling as if the lower limit has already been broken, so breaking it again will become no psychological burden... Stop, I can't think about it any more.

It doesn't matter if you wear women's clothes, but...it's another thing to be stared at for choosing women's clothes in such a high-end and gorgeous place!

Next to him was a teacher Danny who was smiling and recommending styles to him, and behind him was a teacher Wutiao who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

"It doesn't matter if you choose what you are interested in first, there is still plenty of time—"

amount……

Classmate Fu Hei's killing intent has almost materialized, Mr. Wutiao, did you do it on purpose! ?

"Although it's not suitable for tonight's occasion, I think Fujimaru-kun will be very suitable for this outfit." Mr. Danny ordered a set of clothes and wig in front of him, with appropriate enthusiasm in his tone.

Fujimaru Tachika just wanted to end the trip quickly, and didn't pay attention to the specific content of Teacher Danny's words. When he heard the words appropriate, he directly took down the things that Teacher Danny pointed out just now, and then rushed into the locker room.

"Young people are so energetic." Teacher Danny could only shake his head and sigh before holding Fujimaru Tachika.

Silly boy, I said that it is not suitable for tonight's occasion, so this set is a waste of time.

The moment the locker room opened, Gojo Satoru blew a whistle in a very unteachable manner—by the way, this person didn't know when he changed the blindfold into sunglasses.

Black shawl hair, with a high ponytail on each side.The tail of slightly curly hair hung on her shoulders, and was gently brushed away by a fair hand.

The girl in a red and white British-style uniform skirt with a bow tie of the same color on her head blushed, she didn't know where to move her hands and feet, and she pretended to be playing with her hair naturally.

Ordinary male high school students transform into tsundere girls with twin ponytails online.

"What, how is it?"

Fujimaru Tachika looked at Fu Heihui, and found that the other party was completely stiff, his eyes were empty, and he didn't blink for a long time.

As for Gojo Satoru, he found a cardboard and a pen out of nowhere, and was holding up a 100-point sign and shaking it.

Suddenly, more shame.

"It's really suitable for you. My vision is right. It's cute, Fujimaru-kun, to the extent that a talent scout will hand you a business card when you walk down the street."

Teacher Danny was still around him, helping to straighten the folds of his clothes, while exaggeratingly admiring.

You don't need this kind of praise.

Trying to resist the urge to cover his face, ignoring the hot feeling on his face, Fujimaru Tatsuka said expectantly, "Then this set is fine, right? Don't try again?"

"It can't be done." Gojo Satoru wandered over, touched his chin and looked at Fujimaru Tachika's new look up close, "Wearing this outfit to go to a nightclub, does Tachika want the teacher to get into trouble for bringing underage girls into inappropriate places? .”

In fact, you are not wronged!

The voices of Fujimaru Tachika and Fukuroe finally synchronized once.

"Try this set again."

During the conversation, Teacher Danny had already stuffed another skirt.

Fujimaru Tachika took a look, good guy, a v-neck sleeveless black skirt.

Thinking of the scars of unknown origin on her body, Fujimaru Tateka silently rejected this dress in her heart.Just as she was about to refuse, another dress suddenly came in beside her.

"Wear this suit..."

Gojo Satoru put one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand held up a skirt and patted it directly on Fujimaru Tatsuka's arms, and at the same time took away the one chosen by Mr. Danny.When it was over, Tatsuka Fujimaru turned around on the spot, and pushed him hard into the locker room.

There was a scorching gaze from behind, Gojo Satoru turned his head, "Why, Hui, you also want me to help you choose? It's not impossible to consider acting like a baby."

The aggressive method was very successful.

Fu Heihui grabbed the suit recommended to him by his stylist teacher Lisa just now, and went into another dressing room without saying a word.

The goal was achieved, Gojo Satoru continued to nest on the sofa to eat the snacks provided by the club, and waited leisurely for the next scene.

In the dressing room, Fujimaru Tateka wiped her face, and looked at herself in the mirror with a horrible expression.

Anyway, cover all the places that can be covered, so be it. m.ζíNgYúTxT.иεΤ;

Fujimaru Tachika took a deep breath, and opened the door with the determination to die.

The base tone of the skirt this time is black, the sleeves and neckline are made of delicate patterns of lace stitching, and the chest part is dotted with fluffy fabrics to cover up the too barren content.

The irregular cut of the hem and the leather decoration on the waist add some sharpness, and it looks like a delicate and sexy nightclub girl.

The length above the knee and the cold and slippery feel of the stockings made Tatsuka Fujimaru a little uncomfortable, and she walked awkwardly.

Teacher Danny stepped forward to remove his twin ponytails, let his hair hang down naturally, then stood a little farther away and looked up and down repeatedly.

Well, everything fits perfectly - except for those watery dog ​​eyes.

"Fujimaru-kun, your eyes are colder, your eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and you are more fierce."

fiercer?

Fujimaru Tachika subconsciously retrieved the most familiar reference object in her memory - Megumi Fukuro.

Coincidentally, the righteous master just came out at this time.

The straight black long hair was thrown out like a knife, the drapey dark green shirt was tucked into the high-waisted skirt trousers, and the metal chain hanging around the neck made a clanging sound as it walked.

Fuguro Megumin was slightly taller than Fujimaru Tachika, standing behind him at this time, the two of them stared at the same fierce eyes, no one could boast that they were a pair of beautiful sisters.

"Pfft ha ha ha or or or ha ha ha!"

This is Gojo Satoru laughing almost to the ground.

One hand raised the phone tremblingly from the ground, and they pressed the shutter one after another before the two could react.

The moment they realized what the unscrupulous teacher was doing, the two teenagers broke out with the momentum of a tiger descending the mountain, and they all snatched it from Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru couldn't let them catch it, he jumped back easily, his hands didn't stop moving, and he edited the message and sent it in the blink of an eye.

In another scene where the curse was removed, a giant panda took out its mobile phone, "Maki, someone is looking for you."

"Ah?" With all his strength, the last mantra was cleared away. Chanyuan Maki took the phone, "Blindfold idiot? What, when did Zhenyi grow long hair?"

Why is there another person, black hair... separated?

After seeing the screen on the phone clearly, Zenyuan Maki showed a narrow smile on his face, "Hahaha panda, come and see!"

The giant panda head leaned over, "Zhenyi? No, who is this?"

"This year's first grade, my cousin Fu Heihui, hahaha, I didn't expect him to be quite cute. Such a precious photo, senior, must be kept as a souvenir."

"Is the other one from your family too? This school girl is quite cute."

"No, our family is all black-haired and black-eyed, and I have never seen blue eyes." The glasses were covered with white light, Zenyuan Maki coldly broke the panda's fantasy, "The one next to him is also a man, there is no cute school girl, give up Let's go panda."

Ignoring the wailing of the panda behind him, Chanin Maki meditated on the chat interface.

Located in Roppongi... Why do blindfold idiots ask them to wear women's clothes?

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Fujimaru Tachika and Fuguro Megumi failed to snatch the mobile phone from Gojo Satoru in the end, and the two collapsed on the sofa panting.

"Are you giving up now?" The culprit didn't break a drop of sweat, lying on the back of the sofa between the two of them, shaking his phone arrogantly.

Knowing that even if they tried to grab it now, they would never be able to grab it, the two of them didn't even bother to look at each other.

Seeing that the two of them really couldn't be bothered, Gojo Satoru leaned on the sofa with one hand, turned over and sat between the two of them.

"I just sent Maki to see her lovely sister. It's all out of kindness. Why can't you understand."

There was still no response, and both of them squinted at the side, never giving him a chance to talk.

But is Wujo Satoru the type who will calm down if no one pays attention to him?

no……

"You two, you don't think it's over after changing your clothes, do you?" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, and two stylists flashed in front of the three carrying a huge toolbox.

"Come on, let's put on makeup—"

Devil, Mr. Wujo is a devil, right?

Fujimaru Tachika thought in a trance as Mr. Danny pinched the gap between the lipstick on his cheek.