Chapter Three
-Xiao Lan-
Tokyo High School of Curses?
I have to say, this is some kind of shady school; I've never even heard of it.
But if we've heard about it, then there should be a problem, right?
I crossed my legs, deciding to play it big. "My name is Xiao Lan, and that's Yu Shaohan over there. You have ten minutes," I said slowly and deliberately. "Convince us, give us a reason to go there."
The other party blinked and made a simple offer that I couldn't refuse: "Our sorcery college provides meals."
"All three meals are included?"
"They provide all three meals a day, and sometimes they even give you money."
My eyes were instantly filled with the filth of the world—"Really? When are you leaving! I've given my permission!"
A diploma mill? So what if I join a diploma mill! Become an apprentice? Don't worry, my master won't mind if I become an apprentice to another master!
Gojo Satoru clapped his hands: "Alright, let's use the spell now! But you'll have to take an entrance exam before you can enroll."
"Great! No problem!" I raised my hands. "Let's go!"
Gojo Satoru also raised his right hand in a very cooperative manner, pretending to cheer himself on, and said, "Let's go!"
Shaohan raised her hand with a pained expression: "...So nobody cares about my opinion? And what exactly is the Advanced Sorcery Specialization?"
Me: "It's okay, nobody cares. They'll find out eventually anyway."
Gojo Satoru originally wanted to contact someone to take us there by car, but I waved my hand and said it wasn't necessary: "Just tell me the exact location, and I'll fly you there!"
"Oh?" Gojo Satoru seemed intrigued. "You can fly too?"
"Of course! How could I not? My master, senior brothers, senior sisters, junior brothers, and junior sisters all say I fly incredibly well!" I summoned my Instant Sword again, jumped onto it, and said, "Let's go!"
Although Gojo Satoru seemed very interested, he still obediently raised his hand and asked, "Your sword looks a bit small. It probably can't fit the three of us, right?"
That's true.
I scratched my head and looked at Shaohan. She looked much worse, but when she heard those words, she suddenly relaxed, as if she had finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"The aircraft is still in the storage bag, do you want to use it?"
Shaohan looked down at her storage bag and asked me, "Anyway, there's definitely enough room for three people."
Gojo Satoru: "An aircraft?"
"Ah... okay." I reluctantly accepted Shaohan's suggestion, then mumbled an explanation to Gojo Satoru, "It's just a kind of transportation, anyway, it can seat the three of us. If you have the chance next time, you must try flying with me on a sword!"
"Of course!" Gojo Satoru thumped his chest loudly. "I'll definitely give it a try if I get the chance!"
We arrived at a sparsely populated area, and Shaohan finally took out the aircraft, but she absolutely refused to hand over control of the flight to me.
"You two go and get some rest." She pushed me forcefully towards the driver's side, "Leave this to me."
I was a little skeptical: "Can you do it?"
Aren't you terrible with directions?
And his eyesight is also bad.
Having finally arrived in another world, I don't want to wander around aimlessly and end up in a desolate, uninhabited mountain, surrounded by a swarm of poisonous snakes and insects.
Shaohan understood what I meant from my eyes. Her face turned pale and then red, but in the end, she reluctantly gave up the driver's seat.
"Where did she go?" Gojo Satoru was startled as he watched Shaohan walk out, her face deathly pale. I was adjusting the aircraft, and glanced at the door out of the corner of my eye. "She should be back in her room by now."
"You still have rooms here?" Gojo Satoru said thoughtfully.
"Of course." Just thinking about it makes my heart ache. "You know, this flying vehicle cost almost all the spirit stones Shaohan and I earned from three missions!"
"oh--"
I have no idea what the other person was thinking. First, they gave a meaningful "Oh," and then stopped talking and focused on giving me directions.
"See that?" he pointed to the dilapidated houses below. "That's the Spellcasting Academy."
I remained silent for a moment.
Although I had thought the name might indicate a diploma mill, I never expected it to actually be one!
This is so run-down!
"Goodbye."
I steered the aircraft to a turn—I couldn't believe that such a dilapidated-looking school would provide me with three meals a day and make sure I was well-fed.
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
"Oh dear, although our school looks a bit run-down, our teachers and students are all very loving."
"Goodbye, thank you. Compared to the loving teachers and students, I still find that being well-fed and having no worries about life is more likely to capture my attention."
"The school will not skimp on your meals; in fact, there may even be a meal allowance."
"That's not the issue. Your school is so dilapidated... Don't you really worry that one day I'll be sleeping there and the building will suddenly collapse and crush me to death?"
"Oh no, it just looks broken, but it's still very sturdy."
"What the hell!" Shaohan angrily flung open the driver's side door, not caring about anything else. "Who did this? Suddenly a sharp turn, and I fell right off the bed onto the floor! Wait... what are you two doing?"
When she opened the door and came in, Gojo Satoru and I were fighting over who got to use the control lever.
A control stick, a control stick, as the name suggests, is a lever for controlling the direction of an aircraft, probably similar to... the steering wheel in Gojo Satoru's world?
Wu Tiao Wu and I looked up at the same time, staring at the silent Shao Han, and blinked simultaneously. Losing control of my grip, the control lever snapped with a loud "click."
I:"……"
Shaohan: "..."
Gojo Satoru: "..."
Shaohan grabbed the railing next to her, making a sharp popping sound.
With the control stick gone, the aircraft's directional control was completely disabled. Then, some bastard accidentally stepped on the accelerator on the ground, and now the aircraft was spinning wildly and erratically in the sky.
"Aaaaaaahh ...
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Even if Darwin kicked open his coffin lid, grabbed a megaphone, and screamed at the top of his lungs that he had never said such a thing, I would still remember his profound saying—
Good people will never die!
I have no doubt that I'm a good person, so I'm sure I won't die. I'm certain that while Shaohan isn't an absolute good person, she's not a villain either, so she won't die either.
...As for Gojo Satoru...
He's a good person, right? After all, he treated me to cake.
That's what I thought as I crawled out of the mess.
Okay... actually, no. I think the reason we survived the huge accident is that I activated the protective artifact my master gave me at the critical moment, and it must have been the protective artifact that worked.
I dusted myself off and stood up, and then I saw that I had entered the school. Because of the aircraft that landed in the sky, the already dilapidated school had become even worse.
At least where we landed, there was a huge crater.
I:"……"
I suddenly had a bad feeling.
"This..." I looked at Gojo Satoru, whose face was full of "This is fun, interesting, let's do it again," and stammered, "We shouldn't... need to... pay for this... right?"
"Guess!" Gojo Satoru said with a smile.
I was hoping someone would come and save me, but there were only the three of us here. The only one who could save me, Shaohan, didn't have a chance to pay attention to the two of us right now—she was squatting in the corner vomiting.
"Um..." I glanced around, and finally decided to use my initiative—shifting the blame. "Actually, this has nothing to do with me! If you hadn't fought with me for the control stick, the aircraft wouldn't have crashed from the sky on its own... So in the end, not only do I not need compensation, you should also compensate us with a new aircraft!"
The more I spoke, the more convinced I became that I was right: "However, since you invited us to enroll, we'll call it even and won't ask you to compensate us for our losses. How about that?"
"Five, points, understanding!"
Unfortunately, before I could get a reply, I heard a rough voice from behind, accompanied by the crunching sound of a fist being clenched: "What have you done now?"
[P.S.: The words spoken here were translated later.]
Help! Everything went black before my eyes, and I couldn't see my future—I'm going to die!
In this perilous moment, I dared not even turn my head. I could only utter my final words in my heart—Goodbye, Master. Your beloved disciple is setting sail today. Dear fellow disciples, though I have a 589-year-old master above me and a ten-year-old junior sister below me, I am about to kick the bucket today. Everyone, please don't forget me; I will miss you all…
Forgive me, a genius at the peak of the Golden Core stage, for being so nervous that I can't even speak or turn my head—I can't understand what the other person is saying either—Gojo Satoru's phone (that's what I should call it) was broken in the accident just now—I can only judge the other person's emotions by their tone of voice, and that's even though I'm in the wrong—ahhh, I'm doomed!
I kept my eyes tightly shut. The rough voice disappeared, and Gojo Satoru started chattering away to the other person again. Then he forcefully turned my head and made me turn around.
"These are the two children I just mentioned, the ones who were spotted outside who can see the cursed spirits. Come on, let's give them a big round of applause!"
[P.S.: This paragraph was translated later.]
good.
I was fully prepared, and I opened my eyes slightly.
Before me stood a burly man.
He was wearing a dark blue outfit and black sunglasses (I'm not sure if they were sunglasses, but they looked like them). His leather shoes were polished to a high shine, a cross-shaped mark appeared on his forehead, and the veins on his hands were bulging. At that moment, he silently looked at me, then turned his head, his gaze falling on Shaohan, who had just finished vomiting and was slowly getting up, leaning against a bush.
I:"……"
I muttered to myself, "Could this be the Moth Principal that Gojo Satoru mentioned at the beginning?"
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