[MTL, BL] Social Fear Players, Forced to Become King

Chapter 17 Yokohama

"You didn't receive any money that day?" Gojo Satoru met Xia Youjie at the Tokyo High School of Magic in the evening after finishing the day's task.

Since the incident ten years ago, Xia Youjie, who originally insisted on protecting ordinary people, has undergone a change. Not only did he drop out of school in the summer of his second year of high school, but he also took over the Panxing School. If Wutiaowu hadn't helped cover it up, Xia Youjie would have been slandered by the higher-ups as a member of the Cursed Master.

Assuming that ordinary people want to ask him to take action, they must pay Xia Youjie's satisfaction. In just ten years, the development of Panxingism has been in full swing.

"How do you know, did I get paid after you left?" Xia Youjie easily replied to his friend's question.

"Because, you are always the one who will do it only after getting paid." Wujogo leaned his elbows against a tree, "Sometimes, I even wonder if you learned Mingming."

"I'm different from her. , I'm not so obsessed with money." The black-haired youth narrowed his narrow fox eyes slightly.

It is definitely not the style of today's Xia Youjie to be kind enough to save people without pay.

Gojo Satoru once again felt some kind of invisible rift that had stretched between the two since ten years ago.

Xia Youjie, who insisted on honesty back then, went to be a magician, but he, who hated honesty the most, stayed in a high school as a teacher. Perhaps, it was some kind of fate.

He faintly realized that his best friend had almost gone astray and took a path diametrically opposed to that of the magician, but he didn't know what kind of spider silk was pulling people back from the edge.

Xia Youjie exchanged a few words and went back to the Panxing Sect with the spell spirit.

"Well, why don't you just go and play with Makoto again tomorrow!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers. This strange boy may be a special breakthrough point.

Shichinomiya Makoto, who had just returned to the game, couldn't help but sneezed. He got up and closed the bedroom window and resumed his homework in Chinese.

The next afternoon was approaching the end of school, and the last class was student self-study.

Nanami Makoto was distracted while transcribing the answers automatically generated by the system into the exercise book.

Although the game is realistic, learning and exams are not the main direction, so as long as you are willing to spend a little money, the system will automatically generate reasonable results. Of course, if you don't want gold, it's not fun to be the tail of a crane in the class.

He was looking at the cherry blossom trees outside the window, but suddenly he heard a faint restlessness in the class. From the perspective of Makoto Nanami sitting in the back row, many students can be seen looking towards the back door. Among them, Suzuki Sonoko poked Maurilan in the back, pulling her back with a wink.

Cheng Qigong subconsciously followed everyone's line of sight and turned his head to look, only to see a 1.9-meter tall white-haired man standing outside the back door and poking his head. The black blindfold completely covered his eyes, and the black uniform made the other party more visible. Thin waist and long legs.

Seeing him look over, the man suddenly smiled happily and waved his hand here, which caused the classmates in the class to whisper for a while.