I, with a long knife in my hand, can only do one move

"To sum up, many things have happened, and some people have died. What should I do, should we continue? The exchange meeting."

The other students were all talking in low voices, only the knotweed listened carefully to Wu Tiao's words, with a tangled expression.

"Uh...even if you ask us what to do...."

"Of course, we have to continue!" Dongtang's voice suddenly resounded loudly, startling the knotweed.

"Dong Tang appeared! When?!"

"I just turned in from the window, and sat on the table in that posture just to look handsome." Cheng Rang explained to the knotweed that shrank behind him.

It can be clearly seen that the expressions of Miwa and Zhenyi sitting on the sofa in front of the table have not fluctuated at all. Maybe one of them is also frightened and stunned, while the other is used to it.

The corner of Gojo Wu's mouth twitched, "Do you want to continue? How do you say this?"

Dongtang still maintained the initial posture, and raised his fingers one by one: "First of all, remembering the deceased is the privilege of those who have a relationship with the deceased, and it is not an issue that we should intervene in."

"Second, since someone has sacrificed, then we should become stronger."

"Acquired strength is the accumulation of [results]. Learn lessons from defeat and taste the experience of victory, so that we can grow. Results exist in the form of results, which is the most important thing."

Miwa quietly leaned into Zhenyi's ear, "Unexpectedly, Senior Dongtang is quite determined."

"It's crazy and very determined..." Zhenyi looked disdainful.

Dongtang continued to hold up the third finger as if he didn't hear it, "Third! The incomplete burning feeling in the student days will make us regret for the rest of our lives."

Cheng Rang tugged at the corner of Wutiao's clothes: "I said Wu... How old is that guy Dongtang?"

Cheng Rang thought he couldn't say such a thing, on the contrary, he was not the kind of person who could say such a thing.

Wujo shrugged silently, indicating that I also wanted to ask this question.

Fu Hei first stated: "I don't care."

"Anyway, we will win." Nagasaki responded confidently with his hands on his hips.

A thick bandage was wrapped around Kamo's head, "Although it's absurd, it also makes sense."

"Kamo-san... are you going to rest?" Momo Nishinomiya stared at Kamo, whose eyes were half covered, with a worried tone.

Panda and Goujuan are the easiest answers.

"Yes."

"Salmon."

After most people agreed to continue the exchange meeting, Maki asked: "Is the individual battle grouped by lottery?"

"Hey, there will be no individual battles this year." Gojo Gojo seemed to have heard some strange question.

The students' expressions froze, doubts evident on their faces.

"The principals of the two schools each proposed a method of competition, which will be held in two days. These are just talk, in fact, every year there is a group competition on the first day and an individual competition on the second day."

"But I hate following steps~" Gojo Satoru said and threw the lottery box in Knotweed's hand.

"Put the game method into this box every year and open it that day—"

Wujo snapped his fingers twice and pointed at the box in the hands of the knotweed. The knotweed knew it, stretched his hand into the box, drew it twice, and pulled out a piece of folded paper.

Knotweed unfolded the lottery in his hand, and there were three large characters written on it——

"Throw..."

"Throwing sandbags—?!"

"Wow! Principal Noctua, and Principal Leyan Temple, when did you come?"

Two surprised voices behind him startled Hu Zhang.

"What's going on here? Night Moth!"

"No, I did write about personal battles...Wait a minute, Satoru!!"

Noctua immediately realized what it was, and wanted to stop Wujo Wu who was walking out side by side with Cheng Rang.

But Gojo Satoru just turned his head and smiled, waved his hands and said innocently: "I didn't write this~"

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you!? Who else could do such a thing!"

"Follow the rules~"

The door was closed with a bang, and Cheng Rang and Wu Tiao jumped down the stairs at the same time.

"It seems that my luck is better." Cheng Rang gestured scissors to Wujo beside him, "You wrote baseball, right? But I don't know how to play baseball at all, so I don't understand it."

"Well, it's the youth of boys and girls anyway!" Wutiao put his pockets briskly and urged Cheng Rang: "Hey, do you still have that blue wine?"

"Are you addicted to drinking? That thing is very expensive..."

"I have money."

"So that's not what the yen can buy..."

"I'm going to watch the students' game tomorrow so I won't get drunk!"

"Okay, okay, so let's go to the store to drink." Cheng Rangshao met someone who could take the initiative to drink with him.

Nor did it refuse.

After all, this thing should be kept for drinking, and only wine that can be shared with others has taste.

"YaDaze☆~"

In the izakaya, Wujo, who put down his empty wine glass, let out a sigh of relief, and a thick white mist exhaled from his mouth.

Cheng Rang was a little curious, "I wanted to ask last time, what is the taste of the resonance blue in your mouth?"

"Is this wine called Resonance Blue? Well... now it tastes like cola, and by the way, it was honey water before, which is super strong."

"Do you like sweet drinks so much..."

Gojo Gobi clicked his scissors twice, "I am a loyal sweetie, because I need to use my brain a lot."

"So you're drinking so much because of the taste?"

Wujo Wu did not answer Cheng Rang, but asked him instead: "You said that the taste of this wine varies from person to person, so what is the taste of it in your mouth?"

"I think...that's the smell of [home]."

Gojo Satoru was slightly taken aback.

Cheng Rang put down the empty wine glass, grabbed a bottle of good whiskey and filled it up for himself.

"Have you stopped drinking? This." Gojo Satoru pushed the glass over.

"The more you taste the short-term happiness and satisfaction, the more empty you will be afterwards. Alcohol is not good for your health, just taste it, such as getting a little drunk."

Cheng Rang took a sip and pursed his lips, "It is really meaningful only if you really take a step forward and keep moving towards what you want to find."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be good at preaching."

"No way, men talk too much when they drink."

"You're right...but."

The smile on Gojo Satoru's mouth gradually became bitter, and then disappeared.

"What I can taste in this wine, I can't go back..."

"I knew you couldn't drink rum, do you want more?" Cheng Rang picked up the jug containing the blue of resonance and shook it, there was still a lot in it.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand.

"Although I don't know the reason, I seem to see a friend of mine before. After drinking this glass of wine... a very good friend, a close friend."

"Oh~ and then?" Cheng Rang just responded, handed over the right to speak to Wutiao, sipped the wine in the glass by himself, and looked at him.

"He's an honor student, but he often fights with me. He's in my class...studied at the Tokyo High School of Magic."

"I wasn't [the strongest] at that time, but he and I were known as [the strongest combination] at that time."

"What's his name?" Cheng Rang was curious.

"..." Wutiao hesitated for a while, then slowly grabbed the whiskey that was put aside, filled a glass for himself, drank it all, and then said: "His name is Xia Youjie, The best friend of my life."

The hot and oaky aroma rushes into the throat with a slight bitterness, and the smell of alcohol rushes straight into the nasal cavity.

Cheng Rang dragged his cheeks.

"Well... let me guess, he became a curse master?"

"It's a good guess."

"Heroes all have their own past, and most of the scripts are pretty much the same~" Cheng Rang poured wine for Gojo Wu again, and took the initiative to clink glasses with him.

"Can't go back mean?"

"he died."

"Oh...sorry." Cheng Rang's hand holding the glass froze, and then put it down.

Gojo Satoru drank the last glass of wine and turned the glass upside down on the bar.

"I killed it with my own hands."

Gojo Satoru got up and left with his pockets in his pocket. He smiled back at the door and said, "This time you treat me."

He patted the wallet in his pocket: "This way we can clear up~"

Cheng Rang calmly watched Wutiao going away, his straight spine and unruly steps seemed to be bound by the past, heavy and tired.

The drinkers on the side chatted enthusiastically.

"It's true, I didn't lie to you, last time I really saw a beautiful woman's breasts suddenly get smaller! It shocked me!"

"Damn it, brother! You must have drunk too much, come on! Go away!"

"Let's go!"

Hey~

Cheng Rang then sat alone on the bar seat for a while, put his own wine and cups back into his arms, got up and left.

It is impossible to pay the bill. The glasses and drinks are all brought with you. Who is the bill for?

— myself?

Chapter 98 Spell Throwing Sandbags Back to Battle

Ever since, the exchange meeting, which was expected to be suspended due to various reasons, resumed after a day's rest.

The location is in the sandy field of the Tokyo school playground, a 30-meter square area.

"Hey hey~ Everyone is looking at me, I'm going to explain the rules of the game meow!"

"What the hell is meow..." Maki's eyelids twitched, and she immediately complained.

Cheng Rang stood in the center of the field and raised his right hand high. On both sides were the players who were facing each other and eager to fight.

"The rules are simple—"

[Spells and Sandbags Throwing Battle! 】

Competition rules: Each school is divided into two groups, namely two "thugs" and four "dodgers".

The thugs of one side stand on both sides of the field and throw sandbags at the other four evaders in the field. If the contestants are hit twice, they will leave the field.

Cheng Rang took out two fist-sized sandbags from his arms, one black and one white.

“There are two types of sandbags that thugs need to throw, namely ordinary sandbags.

(White) and [Bomb] (Black).Of course, in order to make the game more interesting and competitive, I have done some processing on the sandbags. You can use your own techniques to your heart's content without worrying about the sandbags being damaged~"

Everyone's eyes moved up and down with the sandbags thrown up and down by Cheng Rang.

Normal sandbags and bombs have the same effect on the dodged, but the dodgers can catch the normal sandbags thrown by the thugs.

"Of course bombs can't be caught, they can only be hidden. After each thug throws a black bomb, he must throw a white sandbag twice before he can use it again." Cheng Rang raised his finger.

"Being hit by a bomb will deduct two hit points, but catching an ordinary sandbag can give you an extra life, which is very important!"

"The evaders whose hit count reaches zero are off the field until all the evaders are off the field or the 5-minute period ends as a half."