Chapter 175: You really won't consider supporting me in such a high-stakes situation? ...

"It's really... a ghost that won't go away." The man with a scar on the corner of his mouth spoke with a strange pause, his eyes fixed on a certain place, and said intriguingly.

The man she had met not long ago walked up to the player and openly forked the steak off her plate, finishing it in a few bites. "Are you going out on a date with your boyfriends?"

His eyes swept over the tableware of the other two people, and he openly teased the relationship between the player and the other people in the academy in a familiar tone.

The way players stared blankly at each other eating wasn't particularly pretty; it was crude and untamed...

Like a wild beast with only the pure desire to survive.

Very...can't take my eyes off it.

"Tsk." He waved his large hand, which could completely cover the player's face, in front of her eyes, as if dissatisfied with her distraction. "What are you thinking about?"

The player's face was pinched and the angle adjusted, so all he could see was the other person's half-closed eyes. As the distance got closer, he belatedly realized that the other person's elusive mystery was probably due to the shadows formed by the ends of their hair, making it impossible to discern their true expression.

At this moment, the player is at a distance from him, and can clearly see into the other's calm eyes and the evil curve at the corner of his mouth.

Gojo Satoru's threatening words to the players echoed in his ears.

From this perspective, he really has the potential to swindle all the money of the sponsors!

"Hmph..." The player almost blurted out his thoughts, but the other person's short laugh seemed merely spontaneous. Not expecting an answer from the player, the man continued, "I can probably guess."

"The technical high school wants me, Nanami, and Haibara to exorcise the cursed spirits they detected." The player still insisted on finishing the cause that the other party might have guessed.

As expected, he clicked his tongue and clearly didn't have a good impression of the world of sorcery.

"However, there are also two locations where cursed energy has been detected." The player paused, unconsciously looking away, rubbing his index finger against the side of his face. "I learned that one of the locations is at the racecourse, and I thought, 'Maybe I'll run into Mr. Shinji'..."

"How lucky." The man, who had nothing to do with 'lucky' and was always a little bit unlucky, said this when he saw the other person's eyes curved.

“…”

The player didn't lie.

When receiving a mission, apart from the obvious directions, there is a chance to encounter the racecourse of Tian and Tyrant, one is where traces of frost are found on the scene of the curse remnants, suspected to be an unrecorded curse spirit/sorcerer, and the other location is in the suburbs.

Gojo Satoru, who was also present at the time, leaned over and reminded the players that if they didn't want to have a decidedly unpleasant first encounter with the young master of the Zenin family, it would be best not to accept the mission in the suburbs.

Zenin Naoya, an unfamiliar name.

Judging from Gojo Satoru's attitude, he's a very difficult guy to get along with.

The man, who also bore the surname Zenyuan, snorted mockingly, "Lucky? I just lost all my money here."

The eager gamblers turned their attention to the financial sponsor selected by him, and the players immediately had a premonition that they were being targeted as fat sheep.

"You think you're lucky? Why don't you try betting on horses?" He suggested with a little excitement, but after seeing the player shaking his head, he gradually calmed down, made a bored "tsk" sound, pulled over the chair next to him and sat down, and started to eat the lunch that was obviously taken.

That seems to be Nanami Kento's food...

The player tried to look away: "Mr. Shen'er..."

"Hmm?" He asked provocatively, his hands moving faster.

"Can you be my physical training teacher?" After being vaguely rejected by the man once, the player made the request again when the man seemed to be in a good mood.

To be precise, it wasn't a rejection, but more like a kind of... disappointment that the players didn't understand.

As expected, the other party nodded to indicate that he was listening, and asked perfunctorily, "Why did you think of improving your physical skills?"

Those lone wolf-like, sharp eyes were filled with a hint of murderous intent. Turning to the player, he smiled: "Or... who do you want to kill?"

From the other party's rubbing fingers, the player could feel that as long as any name appeared in her mouth, the balance on the card would immediately lose eight digits.

Having dismissed the Warlock Killer's desire to earn extra cash, he reverted to his decadent yet lustful, nonchalant attitude. Hearing the player's reason, he didn't even raise his eyes: "Want to start with physical skills to make up for the lack of skills?"

"There are quite a few sorcerers without spells... and even fewer who develop them. It's a good idea to cut your losses as soon as possible." He casually glanced at the players. "Ordinary people basically don't have that chance."

So sharp!

Could it be that like Gojo Satoru, he has some special buff?

The player noticed that the other party did not make a final decision on whether ordinary people could develop the technique.

The man drooped his eyelids. "These days, it's not uncommon to see sorcerers with unusual spells. Or perhaps they've been summoned multiple times, and the spell circuits have been etched into their bodies, so they naturally learn the other person's spells."

He glanced at the player out of the corner of his eye, and the following content gradually became unrealistic: "Well...binding exchange, sacrifice, making a wish...who knows which one will work. Who can say for sure."

The player thought of the page in the book that was a universal wishing machine.

According to the text description, write "obtain the formula" on it, and it will undoubtedly be realized.

It feels a bit troublesome...

Especially when players discovered that the 'cowherd' with frighteningly high physical stats had a good-looking face, they were more inclined to practice physical skills.

"Hiss...at this price, becoming a teacher doesn't seem to be a difficult feat," he said with a hint of ambiguity, "Many people have their eyes on this body, but I'm the first one willing to pay such a large sum."

"Would you really like to consider supporting me?" he asked half-seriously.

The player blinked: "..."

“Tsk.”

The player did not think deeply about the reason why the man in front of her was inexplicably unhappy. Her eyes caught a familiar figure, and her gaze unconsciously followed the two people in uniform in the distance - Nanami Kento and Haibara Yu.

"What type do you like?" The man's voice was so close to my ear that I could almost feel the wet and hot breath he exhaled when he spoke.

The player subconsciously shrank his neck: "Just talk, don't get so close."

"Uh-huh." He waited for a reply.

"As for my ideal type... there's actually no precise standard, and I don't really have any personality preferences." Feeling like I'd said a lot of nonsense, the player asked the person opposite him in a veiled manner, "What about Mr. Shen'er? What type of opposite sex does Mr. Shen'er like?"

The player thought the other party would say "rich" or other clear standards without hesitation, but after asking, the man didn't say anything, just stared at the player.

"?" The player looked around curiously, but didn't see anyone nearby.

"...Tsk." He suddenly chuckled, as if pleased by the action he saw.

He quickly cut the steak on the plate into small, easy-to-eat pieces and placed them in front of the player.

The player stared at the plate as if facing a great enemy.

Eh, he's unexpectedly considerate?

It doesn't look like...

"To work in this field, service awareness is the most basic." With a smug laugh, he stood up and left before Nanami Kento and Haibara Yuu could return. "Let's go."

"Eh, about training..."

The man who was too stingy to even wave to the players didn't even turn his head:

"I'll come and collect my reward when the time comes."