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"…I feel like you've already made it clear in the text message, why are you repeating it again?"

Gojo Goro put his hands up and leaned against the pillar of the aisle.

"Explain clearly? That's just a few general summaries, not even an outline... It's nothing. Anyway, I want to explain the details." Feng Zaoche shook his head and imitated his standing posture, leaning against another pillar in a frivolous manner. "After all, I have never been here before, and I don't know if there will be any taboos."

"What kind of taboos can there be? Rules are alive..." Gojo Satoru raised his hand upwards and made a face at Feng Zaoche, "People are dead."

"Go ahead and talk. You're free anyway." Xia Yujie pulled the troublemaker to the back.

"Okay, then I'll listen too, as a representative of the normal people present here." Ieiri Naoko did not follow them, as she was also curious about her future junior.

Feng Zaoche said it all.

"It's so normal that it seems not so normal." concluded Naoko Ieiri.

She and Geto Suguru had no problems with their backgrounds. The conflicts in ordinary families were nothing more than those, difficult to reconcile and fragmented. However, as sorcerers, their situation was more special, and they had the opportunity to stay away from their families earlier - regardless of whether their relationship was good or not.

This group of people is probably getting crazier the deeper they go. They can still calmly say that this is too normal, but in the case of Gojo Satoru - if a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the Gojo family's base camp, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many normal people left...

"Well, why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face? Don't ask me. It's so lousy that after looking at it for a long time, anything else will be good to look at." Gojo Satoru was stared at by three people, so he simply turned his eyes away and ignored them.

That's true.

This time, all eyes turned uniformly back to Feng Zaoche.

"So, under the premise that there is nothing to be taboo about, do you still have any concerns, Mr. Kazehaya?" Xia Yujie deliberately changed to a more formal title.

Feng Zaoche coughed lightly.

Taboos and the like were more of an excuse, mainly because he hadn't dealt with serious elders for a long time and had no experience. He was afraid that he might be too rude. Also... he wanted to use this opportunity to observe how the younger generation in the real world of sorcery would view this kind of thing.

A milder reaction than he had imagined, but pretty much the same.

"I was thinking, with a personality like Haibara's..." coupled with relatively unremarkable talents, neither side would have any objection to her joining the technical high school.

They would not reject the arrival of an upright person. What's more, there is a shortage of sorcerers. Even if one has mediocre talent, he is needed by the sorcery world. People who are wary of the high school will not make a big fuss over an extra student who does not bring much increase in strength.

This statement may be too cruel, but this is the reality of the world of magic where the strong prey on the weak.

It doesn't quite fit in with the usual style that Kazuo Kazue is used to. If he were to create a similar comic, he would probably focus more on the high-level game and slightly weaken the cold reality before his eyes.

"Don't worry, he won't become the same as you." Gojo Satoru suddenly spoke.

Did he think he was worried that Huiyuan Xiong's family structure was too simple, and that he would be manipulated into being one of the high-level spies? He wasn't worried about that. Feng Zaoche raised his head with a smile and said, "From what I can see, there is no one in their family who is so weak and kind that he has no opinions. I'm relieved."

If Gojo Satoru hadn't said it, Feng Zaoche would have almost forgotten that he was still a "thorn" in their eyes.

"Also, I gave money so that I could study hard..." Feng Zaoche hadn't finished talking when he heard a roar: "What are you little bastards doing wandering around outside in the middle of the night?"

Feng Zaoche swore that this was the first time in his life that he had seen his junior schoolmates show such agile skills. Even Ieiri Naoko, who should have been classified as a medical role, got up from the ground and ran back.

If they were left here and caught by Ye Mo Zhengmichi, no matter how fast they ran, Xia Yujie and Gojo Satoru would definitely not have a good ending. So they simply turned back, each holding one in their hands, and ran away quickly.

"Oh, it's not safe outside now." Gojo Satoru sighed as he stood at the door of the dormitory area.

Now that things have come to this, we can only disband like this tonight.

Three of the four people were boys walking together, while Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru were following slowly behind him - these two guys were clearly doing it on purpose, otherwise how could they walk even slower than him.

"You didn't finish what you just said." Gojo Satoru said.

"Isn't this something that can be easily found out?" Feng Zaoche shook his head, leaning against the dormitory door with his arms folded across his chest. "My parents died when I was six years old, killed by the cursed spirits. I was lucky to escape death, but from then on I could see."

Of course, the technique emphasizes "innate knowledge", so when Feng Zaoche brings up this statement, people in the know will perfectly replace it with "his talent was not prominent before the age of six, and it was fully stimulated by the opportunity brought by that accident."

"What?" Gojo Satoru's focus completely shifted. "I don't know. I didn't check it myself."

Just ask casually, get the general idea of ​​its origin, and have an idea in mind, isn't that good?

"I'm not sure either, but I've heard a lot of rumors. So far, I think none of them are useful." Xia Yujie shrugged.

Kaze Hayateru: “……?”

It turns out that after knowing each other for such a long time, these two guys still haven’t figured out the details about him - or to be more precise, his original body?

This is what it looks like to be so strong that you have nothing to fear. Feng Zaoche did not intend to continue to explain in detail. After all, the original body's settings were not his settings. The specific way to go was decided by him.

If his purpose is revenge, it is actually in conflict with his current state.

"Then, the next content is that I am determined to become an outstanding and excellent sorcerer, beat the upper echelons and kick the aristocratic families, and rebuild the order of the sorcerer's association... Finally, I will find a suitable place to live in seclusion and wait for my successor to come. Then I will teach him my secret skills. When the world is in danger, he will come out again on my behalf and inherit my will..."

Once Fuuhaitetsu started talking nonsense, he would never stop, and finally Kagome Kagome called a halt first.

"Oh, this is really unbearable. Can't the senior satisfy the junior's little curiosity?" He smiled and pushed Gojo Satoru, whose forehead was bulging with veins, away, trying to separate the two people to avoid a strange battlefield.

The dormitory is still a safe zone for now, but if the technique is used, it will be a different story.

Teacher Noctua would join in as quickly as possible and hammer them all into the ground as carrots without exception.

"We had a consensus before, right?" Feng Zaoche looked at them and asked suddenly, "About the fact that the number of new students joining the technical college every year will become a variable of some magnitude."

"Yes." Xia Yujie's force of pushing people was unconsciously much less, "What do you want to say?"

"Then I think that this time...it might become one of the strong cases to support this consensus." It's not really a prediction, but more of a hunch, based on his experience in examining everything that currently exists.

No matter how much he knew or how much he guessed, it was not appropriate to continue. Feng Zaoche blinked and took out a bag of small cakes from somewhere: "Here, Jiaru doesn't like sweets, so I bought her something else. Since you don't have any disliked flavors, let's buy some sweet ones together to make it a mix."

The mixed-up Geto Summer Oil: "...Thank you, next time you can bring me some soba noodles as a midnight snack, so that Satoru can also mix-up."

"Okay." Ignoring Gojo Satoru's "Hello" beside him, Fuzaitel quickly responded, "Well, good night, my two juniors, see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow is the cultural subjects session. The cultural subjects in technical high schools are basically simple subjects, which are patched together by the assistant supervisors. Feng Zaoche handles them very easily - or rather, anyone who has attended a normal high school will think that this is quite easy.

After closing the door, Feng Zaoche immediately sat down at his temporary work desk, took out a piece of paper and made a draft.

This time, he is going to draw a new character with a simple and straightforward personality.

Not only did Wang Yuechao and his group fail to follow the arrangement, they also turned the tables and caused the vengeful spirit to be captured by the opponent. The organization was furious and issued a wanted order for them, and also imposed severe punishments on the spiritualists who returned one by one.

It's the kind of thing that makes me feel lucky that I didn't go back.

But being wanted by an official organization is not a good thing. Mochizuki Chao got separated from his companions and could only live in hiding, disguised himself, and chose to stay in places where the order was not so stable and where there was relatively free and leisure.

Here, Mochizuki met a new character and found out that he was also a spiritual master who had always aspired to join the organization, but had failed the exams several times in a row and wanted to take the exam again this year.

He wanted to persuade her, but unfortunately, as a traitor, he had no position.

The new character provided them with a temporary place to stay, and as a shaman would always have ways to support himself wherever he went, the days passed like this for the time being, until one day, the new character came back excitedly and told Mochizuki that he had passed the organization's assessment and would soon become a formal shaman!

This time, Mochizuki couldn't help himself and revealed the truth about why he was stranded outside.

The new character was stunned, with no joy on his face.

The previous night, he came to tell Mochizuki that he believed in his character, but he thought that Mochizuki should not wander around with the crime of being a traitor, he should walk around with dignity, so he still had to go.

Mochizuki tried to persuade him again and again, unwilling to let him fall into the tiger's mouth again, but the new character still left without saying goodbye one night.

The last scene is when Wangyue packs up all his things and goes out with his bag on his back. Before leaving, he cleans his friend's house from top to bottom and locks it before leaving.

After sorting out his random draft, Feng Zaoche sorted out the parts that needed to be expanded and continued to refine them. Finally, before dawn, he succeeded in getting a bunch of flow charts that no one could understand except himself.

When I was woken up by the deafening ringing of the phone, it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. I was like, "..."

He got up with pain written all over his face. After washing up, he glanced at the small stack of drafts on the table that had been tidied up and was waiting for its owner to come back and put them away one by one. He yawned and slowly wandered to the classroom.

【From Kazehayato:】

[Editor, I worked all night to finish the latest draft.]

【From Editor:】

[This is good news! So when does Mr. Kazama plan to...?]

This means getting the finished draft.

Feng Zaoche thought about it.

【From Kazehayato:】

[Next week, I want to see the readers' reactions to that part as soon as possible. Also, please send all recent letters to my house after preliminary screening.]

I've mentioned this before, so they should be prepared.

【From Editor:】

[Teacher Kazama, I have to remind you that our conversation was yesterday and we just started working today. I understand what you mean and will convey it to you. Also, you said you want to see it sooner, are you going to add more chapters? Can you really keep up with the manuscripts? If the later updates are weak, there may be a risk of failure. ]

【From Kazehayato:】

[Since I started to be a cartoonist, I have never felt the pressure of saving manuscripts. Compared with the pain of drawing manuscripts, readers' letters are of course more important, so please feel free to add them. 】