Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

It's here, it's finally here.

One person is a senior in the same grade, which sounds domineering.

The first impression can only be described as disappointing.

The "per capita score" among handsome men and beautiful women in Tokyo High School is going to drop a lot again.

Akari feels that the evaluation of Tokyo High School can be changed. We are polarized, either handsome boys and beautiful girls, or gorillas.

That's right, this senior, Shojinji, is the same as Principal Noctua Zhengdao. They both follow the path of being tall, broad-shouldered, and round-waisted.

If you don't look at the face and only look at the figure and temperament, some people will believe that the two are father and son.

I am the boss of the extreme, and my son is a delinquent.

Even after looking at the face, the bad temperament has not diminished.

Messy, uncombed hair, wrinkled school uniform, not only small eyes, but also always looking away from others.

Although his facial features were not as horizontally developed and frightening as Noctua's, they were still full of dissatisfaction, as if everyone owed him 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan.

When such a person talks about being cordial... does he mean to communicate with his fists in a cordial and friendly manner?

Maki's eyebrows, who also belong to the category of Firecrackers, instantly stood up. Without even hitting her with a stick, she was following Ming Linmei in cultivating her character and her temper was getting better.

She took a step forward and hummed: "Zenyuan Maki, her specialty is beating people. I don't want others to use my last name to—"

Before Maki could finish speaking, Shokinji's face fell down: "You're not motivated, you just want to defeat Kyoto High School?"

"Do you want to fight this guy?" Maki's face also turned ugly.

At this time, the white broom head appeared like a ghost and came between the two of them: "Huh? Kinji, you are back."

"You're late again, bad teacher."

Shokinji replied angrily, "It's not against the law this time. There are only a few people who can talk well to Gojo Satoru."

"Can you be late longer than me?" Gojo Satoru rarely responded, "I sent a message to you and Atsushi three weeks ago. Why did it take so long? Where is Atsushi?"

"Teacher Kusakabe is on vacation." Although there is only one person in the second grade, there are many teachers who should be equipped. "You also know that he will never sit down if he can lie down, and never stand if he can sit."

Come on, what kind of weird group of teachers are we in our colleges and universities?

Gojo Satoru, the problem teacher.

Atsushi Kusakabe is a lazy fisherman.

The family is rich, they practice immortality all the time, and they are drunk as mud.

Even the anger caused by Sheng Jin's provocation was reduced.

"I have something important to do with him." Gojo Satoru spread his hands, "Forget it, he always doesn't answer calls or replies to emails when he's on vacation. Let's just wait until the exchange meeting is over. I'm not in that hurry. What's the matter with you? ?Looking so embarrassed?"

"You can tell by looking at it, it's not in good condition." Shokinci looked impatient.

"Lost the bet?"

"Asking knowingly."

"Scumbag."

Maki's blood pressure, which she had finally suppressed, rose again.

Although Japan has become increasingly open after becoming a developed country, especially in terms of crotch, in the other two aspects, it still has not broken through the bottom line like the beacon and pioneer of freedom in the West. On the contrary, it is very tight.

Before the age of twenty, if you dare to touch these two people, you will be labeled as bad, and you may be punished, suspended from school, or put into a police station.

As for Maki, apart from her unforgiving words, she is actually quite clean and self-sufficient.

Mei Minglin once commented that if the problem of not being able to speak is corrected, it will definitely be very popular. Unfortunately, Maki has no intention of changing it at all. She said that it is too troublesome and the training is too hard, so she needs to reduce stress.

"Hey, bad teacher, why don't you take this loser with you? We can still win without him."

"Huh?" Shokinji's blood pressure suddenly increased. He was already in a bad mood because he lost the bet, and this wave only added fuel to the fire. "Do you want to fight? Woman!"

"What if I say yes?"

What Maki is least afraid of is fighting. Whether she can win or not is one thing. She must not lose in terms of momentum.

The same is true for Sheng Jinci: "Let me say it first, above the casino, if you don't recognize your relatives, I will not show mercy because you are a woman."

"Just what I wanted!"

Maki said, waving the long handle that was not equipped with a war blade, and rushed forward, knocking Shokinji to the ground with a stick.

That's right, just a stick.

After the fight, Maki was stunned.

Others were also stunned.

You talk about being awesome, but are you actually so useless?

It shouldn't be.

Shokinji's footsteps, movements, and bursts of magic power are all of a very high level, and his blocking is also very correct, otherwise Maki wouldn't have struck so hard.

How could such a person be killed so easily?

"Second graders, get up and stop pretending to be dead."

"It's not pretending to be dead, it's Kinji's technique." Gojo Satoru's explanation came belatedly, "His technique is related to gambling. When he is in good condition, even I will find it difficult. If he is in bad condition, you will also find it difficult. I saw it. This time, it’s probably equivalent to rolling a dice and rolling a one?”

"Two one." Shokinji rubbed his arms and got up from the ground, "Too bad, because I didn't have breakfast, so I thought of a quick victory, but it was me who was killed instantly. My current luck, maybe it's really You shouldn’t go to Kyoto.”

"Don't say that. I gave you the snacks I had on the way." Gojo Satoru casually handed over the paper bag in his hand, "There are always good and bad things like luck. Throwing two ones cannot happen all the time. Yes, with your strength, if you throw three or more, you can beat the people in Kyoto, no problem."

"Then, try?"

Shokinci said, taking out a dice from his pocket and throwing it away.

The dice landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and ended up with four o'clock pointing up.

"Not bad, maybe I should try a copy?"

Okay, I'm sure, this is a gambling monster, he is interested in gambling, and the magic is also related to gambling.

Akira thought back to the student information he got from his mother. Among them, the evaluation of Sheng Jinji was that he was excellent in technique and physical skills, but his grades in the theory class were a mess.

Maki's assessment of him as a scumbag and a good-for-nothing was absolutely correct.

I seriously suspect that this guy came to be a conjurer because he couldn't continue his studies.

"What, you have an opinion?"

Sensing Akari's gaze, Shokinci's eyes were unkind. It seemed that the scar had healed and he had forgotten the pain.

"So what if you have an opinion?" Maki paused with his stick, "I'm not afraid to tell you, this is our first-year leader Ming Ge. If you mess with him, you won't be able to solve it with one blow."

Ming Li is so excited, what the hell is Brother Ming?

I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense.

However, before he could tell, Maki flicked her ponytail and said loudly: "Hello, Brother Ming!"

"Hello, Brother Ming."

"Salmon."

Pang Da and Gou Juan also had loud voices, and even Yigu Youta was no exception. They all showed the courage to drive a warship.

You Tai, you are really bad at learning. Shouldn’t we be on the same page?

"Brother Ming, is that right? I remember it." Sheng Jinci took it seriously. He took it seriously. You dare to believe it. "What do you want to say?"

Ah, it doesn’t matter, just be Mingge. I’ll borrow Gojo Satoru’s sunglasses later and add Don Quixote Dovron in front of my name.

Mingli shook his head in disbelief:

"I just want to ask a question, can your magic skills be worth a thousand? Gambling is the same as fighting, as long as you win, it will be fine."

Sheng Jinci: "..."

He finally understood why this seemingly harmless boy was the leader of the first grade.

This is clearly Qian Wang who is more hateful than a gambler.

For a moment, that kind smile took on a slightly unusual meaning.

Are these first graders all monsters?

PS: Just to make a joke, Atsushi Kusakabe has two sons, one is named Kusakabe Morara and the other is named Kusakabe Sho.

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