Chapter 21

Feng Zaolin looked indifferent, walked up to the person who was barely breathing, and said with a little regret: "You should be thankful that I am still in school."

After that, she put the tip of the umbrella against the boy's forehead.

Zenin Yuta thought she was really going to do it, and begged for mercy with his last bit of strength: "Please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

See, isn't this how you learn to speak politely?

Feng Zaolin: "Healed as before."

The blue magic surrounded the boy, and those shocking wounds healed quickly. Soon, except for the torn clothes, there were no more wounds on his body.

Even so, the boy's eyes were still full of fear, because at that moment, he really thought he would die.

"I don't think I have shown my spell." The girl tilted her head slightly, as if chatting with a friend, and said with a smile: "My technique can make the enemy lose himself after using it, and will do anything according to my intention." Exposing the

technique to the enemy is equivalent to imposing constraints on yourself, so the effect of the move will be improved.

Kazehaya Rin knew her disadvantages. Her cursed power was far inferior to that of her peers. Cursed spirits could only be exorcised through cursed power. In order to maximize the utilization of cursed power, she used cursed power as a mixture.

The method was similar to that of casting a curse on a weapon to make it a cursed tool that could exorcise cursed spirits. However, the object of her curse was not a weapon, but a summoned creature she summoned with magic power.

Casting a spell required a lot of cursed power, which led to her rarely using her own spells.

Zenin Yuta shrank back like a frightened rabbit.

Kazehaya Rin smiled and said, "Be good." Zenin Yuta

's brain was full of alarm bells, but because he was too scared, his body was frozen in place.

Kazehaya Rin squatted down with satisfaction, put her palm on his forehead, and gathered cursed power in her palm: "The spell is activated-the soul leaves the body."

The boy's originally panicked expression instantly became calm, his eyes were empty and lifeless, like a human puppet.

Feng Zaolin's face turned pale. She touched her numb arm to relieve the discomfort, then took out a bottle of demulcent from her pocket and drank it. Only then did she feel a little better.

Every time she used a spell, she felt as if her body was drained. This was also the reason why she liked to use magic.

After she had conceived a good command and transmitted it into the depths of the opponent's brain, she slowly released the restraint.

Zenin Yuta stood up tremblingly, picked up the phone that had fallen to the side because of the fight, and dialed a number.

Not long after, the car that had left earlier drove back again.

"Master Yuta?" The driver looked at Zenin Yuta, who was in a mess and tattered clothes, with a worried look on his face.

Zenin Yuta was a little dazed at first, but after seeing the person coming, he immediately regained his arrogant look and said willfully: "I won't do this mission anymore. I don't like this woman."

He crossed his arms and raised his chin slightly. He was as arrogant as when he came, but his face covered with dust looked a little strange.

The driver hesitated to speak, knowing that his young master was here on a mission for the family.

He glanced at the pale girl over there, then looked at the young master who was clamoring to go home to change clothes, and finally sighed and took him back.

At the moment he started the car, he did not notice that a strange purple flashed across Zenin Yuta's eyes in the back seat, and the girl standing in front of the abandoned school smiled particularly meaningfully.

After solving the things that were not part of the mission, Feng Zaolin began to deal with the business.

This mission was not complicated, and there was only a third-level cursed spirit in it, so it didn't take much time to exorcise it.

She wanted to call the auxiliary supervisor, but the phone rang first. After hesitating for a moment, she clicked to connect.

In the microphone, there came a man's desperate accusation, and his resentment was as heavy as a special-grade cursed spirit.

"Do you still remember your Chamber of Commerce?" the other party asked sadly.

Feng Zaolin calmly responded: "You are the president."

The man was choked for a while, and it took him a while to find his voice. He continued to complain: "Didn't you say you were just going to take a look?"

What did you say was just to take a look?

Why are you going to school so seriously now?

"I'm only 16." Feng Zaolin reminded: "What should I do if I don't go to school?"

The man was like a boiling kettle, making a loud and angry voice: "Are you going to school? You said you hate being a social animal the most! ! You are now a social animal in a technical college! ! That's fine, you also provide them with medicine for free!!! "

"Free!!!" The man was angry like a desperate straight man who found out that his roommate had a crush on him.

Feng Zaolin was silent.

She did hate being a social animal, but she was indeed a social animal now, and she was a social animal who worked part-time and studied part-time.

"Why don't you say something?" After venting his anger, the man's voice returned to the state of a complaining woman.

He was a collaborator who looked sweet on the outside but was evil on the inside, but he actually became a three-good student because he went to a crappy technical college! ! !

Who are those guys! Take good care of her! ! !

Feng Zaolin coughed lightly and said with a guilty conscience: "I can cast a flying spell on a flying sword."

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he made a sharp explosion, and this time the explosion was all excitement.

"Really!! I can fly on a sword!! I told you not to mess with your broken broom!"

"You are the broken broom!" Feng Zaolin rolled her eyes and said unhappily: "Ten."

The man who didn't understand the romance of wizards, hers was not a broken broom, it was a flying broom with fully automatic navigation.

Cool, okay!

The man laughed a few times, and said with flattery and flattery: "What about the space spell you talked about before?"

Feng Zaolin: "Have you prepared the materials?"

"Of course!" The man said proudly: "There is no problem that money can't solve."

"Okay." Feng Zaolin cut out the interface and sent a message to the assistant supervisor, and then said slowly: "Are you okay? I'm hanging up now."

Before the other party responded, she hung up the phone neatly and kicked the phone back into her pocket.

The assistant supervisor was waiting for orders, and rushed over quickly after receiving the girl's message.

Seeing that the girl was fine, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and while opening the car door, he asked, "Are we going back to the technical high school?"

Feng Hayabarin: "Let's

go to the city first." The assistant supervisor nodded, and without asking any more questions, he quickly drove towards the city of Tokyo.

Feng Hayabarin got off the car in the city and asked the assistant supervisor to wait for a moment. She went to the milk tea shop to pack a few cups of milk tea first.

"Are you sure one of the cups has double sugar and two packets of syrup?" The clerk was a little surprised, so he asked again carefully.

After all, with this dosage, it is more like drinking sugar water than drinking milk tea, and it is the kind of lethal amount of 24K pure sugar.

Feng Hayabarin nodded calmly, indicating that the taste was fine.

While waiting for the milk tea, Feng Hayabarin lowered her head and browsed her phone, and suddenly found a new Amway post in the forum she often visited.

The content was about a newly opened dessert shop. She looked at the address and found that it didn't seem far away.

"It seems to be quite delicious." She clicked on the photos posted by the poster.

The colors of the desserts in the photos were bright and eye-catching, as if you could smell their fragrance through the screen.

She moved her finger down and flipped through the comments below, and found that everyone's comments were very good.

Carrying the packaged milk tea, Feng Zaolin found the store according to the address on the post.

The decoration style is Japanese with European and American country style, which is exactly the same as the photos on the forum.

Walking into the store, the rich creamy smell mixed with the fragrant fruity smell makes people salivate.

The current main product of the store is the monthly limited snow mountain cheese, which is limited to two boxes per person. In addition, there are fruit tarts made on the day and other regular desserts.

"I want two servings of snow mountain cheese and four servings of fruit tarts." After Feng Haya Rin finished her order, she thought for a moment and added some more: "Two servings each of matcha mille-feuille and strawberry mousse."

The clerk smiled warmly and asked kindly: "Do you want to take away or eat in?"

Feng Haya Rin: "Take away."

After buying a good-quality dessert, Feng Haya Rin got on the car happily and said happily: "Go back to the technical college."

In the technical college, not long after Feng Haya Rin left, a sorcerer was seriously injured and sent to the infirmary. Ieiri Nozomi immediately rushed to rescue him.

After Xia Yujie and Gojo Satoru played video games for a while, Ye Mo Zhengdao called the two to go to the office and then called back the two's previous mission reports.

"Satoru, I said this wouldn't work." Xia Yujie rubbed his forehead helplessly.

The two people's missions were different, and this guy copied his report completely, and now both of them have to rewrite it.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "How do I know the abilities of the cursed spirits?"

Xia Yujie also remembered his friend's situation. After a meeting, the cursed spirits were exorcised by Cang before they could show their abilities.

"Forget it, Satoru, I'll go back to the dormitory to revise the report." The black-haired boy looked at his friend, "What about you?"

He knew that some people hated this kind of paperwork the most.

Gojo Satoru stuffed his report to Xia Yujie and said confidently: "Help me revise it together."

"....." Xia Yujie was helpless, but he was inexplicably used to this situation, so he took the reports of both of them and turned around.

Gojo Satoru wandered around the school aimlessly, and unknowingly walked to the training ground. Looking at the empty training ground, he suddenly thought of the scene of the girl being beaten and crying.

Her red eyes looked like a rabbit, pitiful and cute.

He sat down, his long legs casually draped on the steps, thinking about something, and then whispered: "Rin."

Fenghaya Rin: "What do you want me to do?"

"Why are you here!!" Gojo Satoru turned around suddenly, and the girl's delicate and beautiful face appeared in his sight.

He was so shocked that his eyes widened, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, and his sunglasses slipped down a little.

"I'm back from a mission, and I happened to see a newly opened dessert shop on the way." Feng Zaolin gently shook his hands full of spoils, and asked with curved eyebrows: "I bought snow mountain cheese, do you want to eat it, Wujiang?"

The boy's throat rolled up and down, and there seemed to be stars in his beautiful blue eyes.