Chapter 22

In the dim room, the only light source was a candle placed on the edge of the table. The flame was as small as a soybean, and could only illuminate a small area on the edge of the table.

The owner of the room was like an invisible man, standing quietly in the darkness, staring intently at the crucible on the table.

The light gray liquid in the crucible kept churning, and as the liquid in the pot rolled, an indescribable smell gradually drifted out.

"Why do you close the curtains so tightly?" There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the door was opened.

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, and with a click, the person finally found the switch, and the room was instantly bright.

Feng Zaolin did not look back, still staring at the crucible.

The special smell became stronger and stronger, until finally a hint of gold emerged from the light gray liquid, she curled the corners of her mouth and said proudly: "Success!"

The girl's smiling face made Jia Ru Gaozi, who came in, subconsciously smile.

She came forward and looked into the pot with her, "Polyjuice Potion?"

"Yeah." Feng Haya Rin nodded and said happily, "It's of good quality. I used my own hair."

As long as the first pot is successful, the rest will not be a big problem.

As she was talking, two heads popped out of the door, like two animals sneaking around.

"Wow! What are you boiling? It smells so good." Five cats poked their heads out curiously.

Why are they sneaking around? Did they do anything bad?

Xia Yujie's mouth twitched slightly, then he stood up straight, walked in and stood next to the girl, watching the liquid in the crucible together.

Thinking of his own research during the same period, Xia Yujie looked at the gray liquid mixed with golden silk threads, and gently stroked his chin: "Can I become Rin if I drink it?"

"Yes." Feng Haya Rin slightly bent her eyes and stroked the white plush head that popped out next to her.

The cat rarely made trouble. He glanced at the table, picked up the glass bottle in the wooden box next to it and handed it to the girl who had already picked up the spoon.

Feng Haya Rin raised her eyebrows in surprise, and when she met the sparkling blue cat's eyes, a deep smile appeared in her eyes. She took the glass bottle, put the prepared potion in it, and put it in the wooden box next to her.

"But? Do you have anything to do?" After Feng Haya Rin finished filling the potion, she put down the spoon and turned her eyes to her peers.

The three of them remembered the purpose of this trip.

Gojo Satoru: "Let's play script killing."

Xia Yujie nodded.

This was the activity he and Satoru saw last time. At that time, they were on the mission, so there was no follow-up.

Gojo Satoru was about to come over, but Glass said that Rin should be at the critical moment of brewing the potion. It was not until they smelled the faint fragrance in the corridor and guessed that it might be brewed that they came over.

Feng Haya Rin remembered that Gojo Satoru seemed to have mentioned some offline activities before, and tapped her fingers on the table a few times, and asked curiously: "Hasn't there enough people for this activity yet?"

"It's the fourth session." Gojo Satoru pulled the girl's hairband in a mean way, and in return he rolled his eyes and turned to curling the hair with his fingers.

Xia Yujie chimed in, "The reviews online are pretty good."

Feng Haya Rin turned her head to look at her friend standing aside, waiting for an absolutely fair and just review.

Jiairi Naoko gave her rare support, "I heard that the environment and reviews are great."

Gojo Satoru showed an expression that wanted to stir up trouble, looking at the wooden box containing the magic potion, and excitedly urged, "How about playing a big game?"

Feng Haya Rin, "Use the Polyjuice Potion?"

Gojo Maomao nodded and looked at the two of them.

Xia Yujie, "Okay."

Jiairi Naoko, "Okay, let's do it as we said last time."

"Then give me some of your hair." Brewing magic potions is a matter of practice, and Feng Haya Rin thought this plan seemed to be really interesting.

With experience, the following magic potions were brewed smoothly.

Gojo Satoru's portion was the last one, and when she finished packing the last portion, she found that the person next to her was no longer around.

"Those two guys drank it a long time ago." Jiairi Naoko raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the bathroom, where she could still vaguely hear some laughter coming from there.

"....." Feng Hayabarin suddenly had a bad feeling and asked in a low voice: "Did you drink them all?"

She had filled five doses for each person.

Jiairi Naoko thought about it and said uncertainly: "Gojo drank it all in one gulp, and it seems that Geto didn't...right?"

"Then how long does the script-killing last?" Feng Hayabarin asked again.

"Usually two hours." Jiairi Naoko shook the potion in her hand and asked with some confusion: "Why do you prepare so many?"

Feng Hayabarin sighed and explained: "Considering physiological conditions, there is room for one dose per hour after all."

People have three urgent needs, which is inevitable, and the polyjuice decoction is to completely change into the other person's appearance, including the body and the secondary characteristics.

Jiairi Naoko didn't expect it to be such a simple reason. Thinking of the two shameless DKs, she whispered: "Is there a potion that can isolate their physiological needs for a short time?"

Feng Hayabarin: "...No."

In the bathroom, Gojo Satoru and Geto Geto were still lying on the sink looking in the mirror.

Gojo Satoru exclaimed as he took the photo: "Wow, they are exactly the same!"

He touched his fair face and pinched it gently, and his face instantly became a little rosy.

It's a bit strange.

The two looked at each other again and sighed in unison: "So this is what it feels like to wear a skirt? It's so cool!"

Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone, learned all kinds of cute selfie poses without any instruction, and pressed the shutter frantically.

Geto Suguru took a step back.

Although he was also interested, he was not as perverted as Gojo Satoru.

"I wonder if I can copy the six eyes?" Feng Hayarin muttered, then opened the potion and drank it in one gulp.

The potion was poured into his throat, and soon his body became a little hot, his slender height was fully raised, and his field of vision became wider.

"The taste is okay." Jiali Glass originally thought that the taste of the gray gold liquid was difficult to evaluate, after all, the color didn't look very good.

She drank it, and soon after she sighed: "So this is the perspective of 1.8 meters."

From this perspective, everything around seems to become small and exquisite.

Feng Haya Rin approached the dressing table. She had to lean over to see the boy in the mirror. He looked handsome, but his bright blue eyes were not copied.

Feng Haya Rin: "It wasn't copied."

She was not disappointed. After all, it was the so-called blue eyes. If it was so easy to copy, it wouldn't be so rare.

Gojo Satoru: "Rin!"

It felt so strange to see "myself" walking out of the bathroom.

From this angle, she was so petite and cute?

Kazehaya Rin looked at Gojo Satoru who was standing in front of her, and suddenly understood why this person always bent over to talk to her - because she actually saw the top of a head.

She was sure that she could still grow taller. If not, could she research some medicine to increase height?

She always believed that there were more solutions than problems.

Kazehaya Rin raised her eyebrows slightly and asked in a good mood: "Satoru, what's wrong?"

Ieiri Shoko: "Rin, you look a little handsome."

The same action, the effect of the two people was completely different.

When Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and looked at people, he was full of arrogance of self-centeredness and seeing through everything.

But Kazehaya Rin used this face to be only affectionate and elegant, and it was easy for people to fall into it accidentally.

To make an analogy, it was like the type of Genji.

"My handsome body is not normal." Gojo Satoru habitually wanted to hug his shoulders, but after stretching out his hand, he remembered that he was a short man now, and then he imitated the way the girl usually held hands with Shoko, and hugged the arm of the person in front of him in a proper manner.

Looking at his perfectly natural movements, Rin Kazehaya was stunned for a moment, then she felt amused and couldn't help but ask, "Is Satoru so used to it?"

Gojo Satoru pouted, blinked his still beautiful big blue eyes, and said in a cute way, "Rin-kun, Satoru-chan is so cute~".

His JK tone was still sweet, and the girl's voice was softer and more delicate than the boy's, so now it really doesn't look like a 1.9-meter-tall foul-mouthed DK under the skin.

Geto Suguru felt as if there was wind blowing from below when he walked, and couldn't help but reach out and hold down the hem of his skirt. Ieiri Naoko watched

with her arms folded, and when Geto Suguru's clumsy splayed legs came out, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After the four people exchanged identities, they walked towards the school gate, and on the way they met Utahime and Meimei who were rarely resting at school.

Rin Kazehaya: "Utahime-senpai, Mei-senpai, good day."

Ieiri Naoko: "Good day, Utahime-senpai, Mei-senpai."

The DK duo greeted her obediently, and Gojo Satoru called her senior.

This made Angeki's eyes widen in disbelief. She rubbed her eyes subconsciously, suspecting that she was sleepwalking.

She glanced at the horizon.

Sure enough, she was dreaming. The sun was rising from the west.

Mingming's eyes fell on the girl wearing black round sunglasses, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, as if she had discovered something interesting.

"Hey, you are still so weak, you Uta." A clear and pleasant female voice sounded, and Gojo Satoru made a very bad expression with that delicate face that did not belong to him.

The whole person looked like a bad girl.

Angeki always felt that this scene was not right.

First of all, how could her cute junior school sister look like that annoying guy?

Secondly, why does this annoying guy look so pleasing to the eye today?

Seeing the confused eyes of her classmate, Mingming asked with a smile: "Did you change your identity?"

Angeki: "Hey??? Changed identity??? Then is Rin in the body of this annoying guy?"

"Yeah." The white-haired boy smiled and curved his eyes.

The Uta only then noticed that the white-haired boy's eyes were purple at this time, and patted his chest with some relief.

Great, it's just a change of body, not Gojo's gender.

The few people chatted for a while and then separated.

Iori Utahime subconsciously looked back.

The white-haired boy and the black-haired boy seemed to be talking about something interesting, and their smiles were as warm and bright as the first rays of dawn.

"This is the first time I realized that Geto and Gojo are so handsome?" Utahime sighed unconsciously.