don't bother me soar

Chapter 113

Just like staring at a certain word for too long, you will feel that you don’t know the word, when you look in the mirror, sometimes you will feel that the person in the mirror is very strange, not like yourself.

There is this feeling in the starlight.

The mirror posted on the wall reflects the extreme beauty of people, beyond gender and race, enough to make the most knowledgeable scholars feel that words are too barren to fully describe beauty.

The figure in the mirror is elegant, thin and slender, but has a perfect skeleton. You can see a particularly delicate and beautiful collarbone from the open collar of the shirt.

The black silk makes the skin of the person in the mirror better than the white snow. The texture is delicate and smooth like creamy fat, moist and shiny, as if shining in the light.The beautiful golden eyes are comparable to the stars, and the eyes are sparkling, bright and moving...

And the most eye-catching is the red lips that are slightly swollen from being bitten by white teeth, and look charming, gorgeous and attractive.

Xing Jianguang subconsciously let go of his lower lip, and the person in the mirror opened his teeth lightly, letting go of his slightly swollen and red lips after being bitten.

He blinked, and the abnormally beautiful man in the mirror also lightly blinked his radiant golden eyes, and the movement of his eyes was truly seductive.

Is this... me?

That's right, it's me.

Xing Jianguang lowered his head and turned on the faucet, the cold water rushed into his folded hands, and soon he took a handful of water, lifted it up and splashed it on his face.

When he raised his head again, the water vapor in the mirror looked even more dewy, his face no longer had the strange feeling just now, he was still himself.

The towel was pulled out from the storage rack, wetted with water and wrung half dry, and the remaining water droplets on the face were wiped dry with the towel in the light, and the daily essential washing work continued.

Putting on a black college uniform and walking out of the room, he smelled the aroma of food as soon as he reached the entrance of the stairs. His dry stomach reacted almost immediately. The clear sense of hunger stunned him for a moment, and he quickly walked down the stairs, following the smell to find the kitchen.

But the kitchen is full of life, the old range hood is working diligently, there is no other defect except for a little noise, and in front of the same old stove, there is a petite black woman wearing a pink lace apron and a bun.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the woman turned her head, revealing a beautiful but somewhat pale face, with caramel-like eyes as gentle as water.

Still holding the spoon in her hand, she was seasoning the miso soup.

"Good morning, Kori."

"Today is the first day you transferred to Tokyo Junior College, and my sister will fry an extra tamagoyaki for you."

The woman's expression was gentle and gentle, and her smile was kind, but for some reason, Guangli felt that she should be more... lively.

"Guangli?" Xue Ji was a little surprised that he didn't get a response from his younger brother.

"Thank you, sister, I seem to be a bit hungry." Guangli said, regaining his composure.

Xue Ji couldn't help laughing: "Yuzi Shaojing is ready, you can eat it first, fill your stomach, and the soup will be ready soon."

Guangli nodded in response, he found a well-made tamagoyaki and walked out of the kitchen. He woke up today and felt that everything was strange. He should adjust his state first, so as to save his sister Xueji from worrying. .

Xingjian Xueji is not Guangli's biological sister, she and Guangli are both orphans of the Xingjian family in the magic world. Guangli lost his parents when he was three years old, and now he and Xueji have lived together for the second year.

Xue Ji is not in good health because of congenital deficiency. She has been taking medicine all year round, and sometimes she has to be hospitalized due to strong seasonal reactions. Guangli doesn't want her to bother herself.

Guangli sat down in front of a warmly furnished table, on which was a frosted glass vase with a bouquet of petals and a rose with dewdrop powder on it, which should be picked by Xue Ji from the yard.

In my memory, I often eat tamagoyaki, which is Xueji's best dish, but when Guangli took the first bite, he felt strange for once.

Not the strange taste, but the strangeness of chewing and swallowing the food.

It was as if he hadn't eaten food for a long, long time.

After swallowing the savory and delicious egg rolls, there is nothing in the light.

It's a little funny that I can't help but suddenly come up with an idea.

How can a person survive without food for a long time?

So sure enough, he was still affected by yesterday's dying counterattack before being exorcised, otherwise how could Haoduanduan feel that he was not the original self.

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Before that, Guangli was studying in the holy place of the magic world-Kyoto Magic College, and his birthday was after the Dragon Boat Festival. For some unknown reason, the management suddenly arranged for him to transfer to another magic school in Tokyo.

Although Guangli was also happy that he didn't have to go back and forth between Kyoto and Tokyo every week, his inexplicable behavior also made him vigilant, wondering if there was a conspiracy befalling him.

Life is not easy for the orphans of the family. The glory of the family has passed away, and the ashes left after burning are Guangli and Xueji.

The Xingjian family is like every family that disappears in the long river of time. There have been prosperous times, and there have been a few outstanding masters, but it has been passed down to Zaijing and even the maintenance of the family inheritance is in jeopardy.

Guangli was lucky to inherit the ancestral technique of the Xingjian family thousands of years ago, while Xueji only had a little magic power. The siblings seemed lucky to be adopted by the director, and the director only took a fancy to Guangli's talent in the technique and trained him as a reserve knife and.

Therefore, Guangli has no right to choose in many things. Before he is not strong enough, he is not even allowed to make his voice, let alone let others hear it.

It's like asking him to change schools, even though he knew there was a conspiracy hidden in it, he had no choice but to change schools if he couldn't resist Guangli.

Xueji's medical expenses are paid by the director all the year round, which is not a small amount, and the siblings can't afford it at all. This alone is strangling the lifeline of the two of them.

So no matter whether Guangli likes it or not, he has to obey the orders of the higher-ups in a short time.

The student status information has been transferred to Tokyo College, and Guangli will go to Tokyo College to report officially today. When he said goodbye to Xue Ji, packed his suitcase and walked to the door, there was the sound of Xue Ji's hurried footsteps behind him.

"Sister, is there anything else?" Guangli turned around.

Xue Ji walked over hurriedly, raised the black-rimmed glasses in his hand to him, gasped a bit and said, "Why did you suddenly forget your glasses? You must wear them all the time outside!"

The black-rimmed glasses handed over by Xue Ji had very thick frames, which looked old-fashioned, and even Guangli probably wouldn't look good after wearing them.

Come, come the strange feeling.

Guang Liting put on his glasses, this time Xue Ji didn't stop him from going out, instead he seemed to let go, leaning against the door to watch him leave home with his suitcase.

The lenses of the glasses have no prescription, they are flat lenses, and the glasses are still a magic tool, which has a single effect and is very useless to other magicians, even funny-the person who wears these glasses will become ugly in the eyes of other people.

But for Guangli, these glasses are very necessary, they are necessary for him to leave and his sister's house.

Outstanding beauty will bring disaster, and it is fully demonstrated in the Xingjian siblings. They are weak and weak, and resistance is not worth mentioning in the eyes of adults.

If it hadn't been for a young magician on a whim who threw this spell to them as a joke back then, I am afraid that Guangli's destruction of this spell would have brought him endless disasters.

However, when Guangli went out, he didn't even think about the magic tool that was almost inseparable from his body. It seemed that he subconsciously felt that even if he didn't wear the glasses, he didn't have to worry about his appearance.

Frequent mental abnormalities caused Guangli to miss a train, and when he arrived at the agreed meeting place, he was an hour late.

Seeing the empty parking space, Guangli sighed in annoyance.Tokyo is located on a hill far away from the urban area. Without a special car to pick up and drop off, it will take a lot of work for me, and I have to apologize...

"Beep-beep-"

The car horn sounded twice, Guang Lixun looked over at the past, a black car stopped by the side of the road, the window glass of the driver's seat was rolled down, it was he who had been in contact with the assistant supervisor in Kyoto, Yidi Zhijie.

Guangli stepped forward to apologize, but at the beginning Fang unexpectedly also had an apologetic expression: "Xing Jian, I'm sorry, I had an emergency before, and I was called to pick up someone, so I kept you waiting."

"No, I just arrived too, I missed the last bus and came late."

Yidi Zhijie opened the trunk to help put Guangli's suitcase in. When Guangli got on the car, he was arranged to sit in the back row, next to his future classmate.

"Fu Hei Hui, please give me your advice." The boy with a flamboyant expression and a cold expression nodded to Zhao Guangli, briefly introducing himself.

"I'm from Xingjianguangli, please give me more advice."

After Guangli returned the gift, the two of them were not so enthusiastic and cheerful, and they were directly indifferent.

Yidizhijie drove the car and tried to open the questions a few times, so that the two of them could get acquainted with each other first. After all, they are the only second students in the first grade, and their strength is not far behind. In the future, they will definitely work together as partners for a while.

It's a pity that Yidi Zhijie's hard work has no effect, what Fu Heihui thinks Guangli doesn't know, he just wants to calmly adjust his discomfort.

Violations and subtle feelings frequently appear in his usual daily life. Just now, he had similar problems when he was driving on the road and changing trains. Fly.

Guangli was sure that he couldn't fly with his spells, but he felt that the feeling was not wrong...

In short, it feels very strange, and even he has some doubts. Is this really the reason for the quasi-level two spell spirit yesterday?

Or did he curse in it without realizing it?

Thinking of the second possibility, Guangli couldn't help but frown. If he stays at home with a curse for one night, will it affect sister Xueji?

The homeroom teacher is the strongest in the magic world, with special eyes six-eyed five-job enlightenment. Hikari hopes to ask him to take a look when he sees this homeroom teacher in the near future. He shouldn't directly refuse the student's request, right?

Although it is possible with some kind of intrigue students.

Knowing that Gojo Satoru and the director will be very unhappy, he is a little worried, but there is a voice in his heart saying, let him feel at ease to use Gojo Satoru, whatever he wants.

Guangli felt that his problem seemed to be more serious.

Wujo Wu is the strongest conjurer in the magic world, who is he, and Wujo Wu is used casually?What is he capable of?

however--

After arriving in Tokyo, Zhijie Yi went to park the car, and before leaving, he asked Fu Heihui to take Guangli to the Academic Affairs Office to go through the formalities.

Fu Heihui agreed, but he and Guangli didn't go far, and a white man wearing a black blindfold suddenly appeared in front of them both, with a flirtatious smile and a very indecent greeting: "Good morning, Hui, last night I received that— It was a powerful shock, did you have a sour dream when you were sleeping?"

Fu Heihui turned black for a moment: "Who would have that kind of dream!"

"And who would curse the spirit to have strange thoughts?!"

The white man Gojo Satoru directly ignored Fu Heihui's dissatisfaction, and suddenly approached Guangli beside him, bent his waist and lowered his head, his face almost touching Guangli's.

"Here's to—"

Before finishing speaking, Guangli took a step back before Wujo Wu reacted, frowning tightly and keeping away from Wujo Wu.

For some reason, Guangli suddenly felt a strong revulsion against Wujo Wu, and a voice in his heart said, it wasn't him, it wasn't Wujo Wu!

what……?

How could this person not be Wujo Wu?

Who dares to pretend to be Gojo Satoru?

Intense disgust and sharp contrast formed in his heart, Guangli couldn't help but take a step back, looking a little dazed.

The man in front of him is not Wujo Wu, so who should Wujo Wu be?