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"Na...... I feel it...... Aren't you going a little too far?"

It was noon, and Great Britain had a rare bright smell, and the blue sky was so refreshing that the special and fresh smell of plants and trees was slightly diffused. This freshness is really rare, and in London, where technology is changing rapidly, there is a strong smell of gasoline in the air at any time. This kind of refreshing freshness is too much of a loss if you don't enjoy it.

And in this heart-warming noon, a few sentences of broken English suddenly came out, and the unfamiliar grammar and slightly troubled heart made the already incomprehensible words even more difficult to understand.

The two blonde students who were stopped by this call - they had blonde, very neatly groomed, almost crown-like blonde hair, and their temperament was in line with this dazzling color, and their haughty eyes were nothing.

At least, the speaker is not taken into account.

This is the lawn near the Clock Tower Library. It's time to rest, and the students are busy and leisurely as they go in to find some food or continue their schoolwork.

The speaker is also enjoying a peaceful lunch break, spreading out a space of his own with a blue napkin, lying down with a fried chicken sandwich in his mouth, and flipping through a cartoon with one hand in the shadows of a tree.

That's right, comics.

In this place full of occult flavors, which can be said to be the stronghold of magicians, the clock tower, the man who openly reads comics, I am afraid that he is the only man in the entire magic world.

And pulled him out of his leisure, forcing him to even speak broken English...... It was the actions of these two students.

I guess it's on purpose.

They trespassed into the range of the blue napkins, and then, with a blank screech, fierce, precise kick, stomped on the few uneaten sandwiches that the man had placed next to them, and then deliberately crushed the heels twice.

The young man who was originally holding that more things are better than less things, and was ready to forbear, a look of unhappiness quickly swelled up on his brows.

"Oh, lately, I wonder if I'm having a problem with my ears? John, is someone calling me again?"

Student A obviously heard the man's complaints, and the corners of his mouth were raised, almost turning his nostrils into the sky. Thankfully, it didn't rain today, otherwise his respiratory tract would have been in danger.

London is known as the City of Fog because of the increasing industrialization, all kinds of industrial exhaust fumes into the atmosphere, and when the time comes, it really falls into his nostrils along the raindrops......

Tut-tut!

Thinking of this, the black-haired man who was obviously bullied couldn't help laughing, his powerful right hand was on the napkin, and his thin and sturdy body immediately jumped up like a leopard.

He is Tsukahara Mingshi.

As you can tell from the name, your nationality is Japanese.

The broken English has a thick Tokyo accent, the pronunciation is very strange, and the speech is also very stiff, and it is obvious that people who are not good at English force English to speak English again.

Just like every Japanese person gives to foreigners, Tsukahara has wheat-colored skin, dark hair, and black eyes.

However, contrary to the traditional feeling of the Japanese, Tsukahara is very high. The shoulders are open, and although there are no particularly broad muscles, you can see the feeling of strength.

At this time, he was rubbing his hair with his left hand, which was holding a comic book, and the paper rubbed against his hair, making a piercing click.

"Ouch, isn't this Tsukahara? Oh, so you're here, sorry, sorry, because it's so inconspicuous, I didn't even notice it. ”

Swaggering taunts.

Tsukahara was born in Japan, and becoming a magician is only a recent thing. In terms of blood, he is only a third-generation magician.

In this world that values family origin and background, I am afraid that the only ones who can accept Tsukahara Mingshi as a student so unusually are Abner and Ermelo II, but the latter is already in a semi-secluded state, and his teacher is naturally Abner.

But it is precisely because of this that following Abner, who was involved in the Cold War of the valve faction, naturally, Tsukahara Mingshi became the object of ridicule by a group of gorgeous magicians: his magic attainments were limited, and the teacher's reputation was not good, so everyone naturally regarded him as a punching bag. You can't do anything to the head of the Winifred family, can you?

On weekdays, Tsukahara Mingshi probably laughs disdainfully...... Today, however, he has a reason not to back down.

His black eyes glanced at the sparse sandwich that had been trampled under the feet of the famous student, and the anger in his heart was even higher, and he barely suppressed the bruised tendons on his forehead, and forcibly put a veneer of respect on his anger. If it's your own lunch, forget it. Being bullied by them is also commonplace - being bullied is also a part of a rookie magician, don't be a magician if you are unhappy.

But...... When I think about my friend's return, how will I deal with his hunger......

"Now, senior, it's not a good habit to ignore all the guys who are better than you. ”

Although there was still a hint of politeness in his tone, what was hidden in the honorific was a cold and surging anger, as well as a positive provocation against the elite students.

However, how could the "elites" of the clock tower care about such a thing?

"Now, from the Far East, you really dare to say it. Gee. ”

Student A was about to continue to say something, and Student B quickly tugged at his arm.

Of course, this action is not meant to stop him from saying goodbye.

"Then I said, don't talk to him, I heard about the people in the Far East...... It's all very small!Be careful to infect you! When the time comes, Emma ignores you, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Although the most crucial words have been blurred, through the context, Tsukahara still clearly understands what they mean.

"I said, I think, one of us needs to apologize. ”

Tsukahara pointed to the sandwich that they had trampled on, holding back his anger, his brow already twisted into an obvious pimple.

"Yo, since you're so self-conscious, we're going to let you go. As long as you strip naked, go around the tree three times, and learn how to bark, we'll let you go—isn't that who always circles around you with you today? Why, find another man?"

The last sentence directly pointed to the last trace of Tsukahara Mingshi's sanity.

He smiled.

Tsukahara is a very strange person.

The most striking feature is that this person laughs when he is angry, angry, and extremely resentful. For him, the smiling face that suddenly appeared after the frown was the prelude to the coming stormy attack.

"You people, it doesn't matter how you bully me on weekdays. But...... If you speak ill of Karl in front of me......"

"How?"

Student B has an eyebrow, and the gorgeous gold is full of dirty projections.

"Not much. I just wanted to remind the seniors - you'd better go and change your clothes. ”

Tsukahara Mingshi didn't know when he had an extra playing card in his hand, and the old K painted on it, next to the hand holding the sword, was revealing a standard poker face.

"Huh?"

Student A smiled strangely, not quite understanding what Tsukahara meant.

"I just gave a free divination to my seniors......"

As he said this, he bent the playing card and bounced it off. The cards swirled in mid-air and drew beautiful trails before disappearing from the trio's view.

"The result of divination...... Na, the predecessor's woolen sweater is new this year, and the design is very avant-garde, especially the position of the back collar, which has been widened, making it easier to look tall. If you can make your predecessors so interested, I'm afraid, who are you going to date?"

With a strange calm smile, Tsukahara Mingshi analyzed word by word.

"Huh? So what?"

"So, I suggest you change your clothes. Isn't it a gentleman's behavior to wear burnt clothes? By the way, you're spending a lot of money, and wool is protein, so there will be a pungent smell when burned...... Haven't smelled it yet?"

Hearing Tsukahara say this, the two students raised their noses and sniffed, as if they smelled a strange stench floating in the air...... It seems that I still feel the heat coming from the back of my neck, is it the heat generated by combustion......

"Wow wow wow! I, my clothes!!"

Suddenly, Student A screamed exaggeratedly, and at some point, his back was already burning, and the red flames engulfed the cardigan on his back, and the fire became more and more vigorous, and even touched his proud blonde hair!

"Hey, seniors want to put out the fire? Then I'll help. ”

Tsukahara Mingshi chuckled, spread his hands flat on his shoulders, raised his index finger, brushed and pulled, and at some point, two more pokers appeared. I saw him press hard with his thumb and index finger, the playing card bent instantly, and in a flash, two pale cyan lines lit up on the back of his hand, accompanied by a pop, pale cyan invaded the poker, and the paper instantly alienated, softened, and liquidized, Tsukahara Mingshi sensed the cold touch in his hand, his angry eyes locked on the panicked student, and a large stream of water shot out from between his hands!

The water with no attack power extinguished the flames at once!

Of course, by the way, it also made a mess of Student A's woolen sweater, not to mention the wet, the charred black color and the stench that spread all over his body with the flow of water made him feel terrible.

"You!Tsukahara Mingshi!Even if you're a troublemaker!!"

Student A yelled angrily, although he didn't know how he did it, there was no trace of the fire magic, and he couldn't understand what he did to set his sweater on fire, but judging by his attitude!

"Hehe, senior, you're the elite of the clock tower - can I be a little third-generation magician who can play tricks under the nose of the [elite]? Oh, I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, I just did it - let's write it off. ”

Tsukahara Mingshi looks polite and respectfully bows, but in this case, respect will only attract the anger of the other party, and there is a feeling of playing himself like an idiot.

This is the purpose of Tsukahara Mingshi.

The two students suffered such a big loss for no reason, and their hearts were naturally annoyed, and one drew his staff, and the other drew a dagger from his waist.

Needless to say, this is naturally a magic dress for the two. In RPG terms, it is a weapon that increases its stats when equipped.

Tsukahara Mingshi was not afraid, his hands were linked, and with a few brushes, seven or eight playing cards were turned out between his fingers. When it comes to the attainments of magicians, Tsukahara Mingshi is not as extinct as the two. However, as the backbone of a human being, the haughty flow in the spine of Tsukahara Mingshi forced him to straighten his waist and face these two guys head-on.

The smell of gunpowder smoke from the battle was so thick that it overshadowed the smell of burnt wool.

"I said, are you idle, if you really want to fight, remember to get permission from the clock tower. ”

At this moment, words that were more present than the smell of gunpowder smoke from battle rang out.

It was a boy. There was a box under his arm, and he walked over with a frown.

Carl Winster.

It's also the "Carl" mentioned in the conversation just now.

The two students who were looking for trouble looked at each other and knew that the person who had come was not good. Carl is not the same as Tsukahara Mingshi, whether it is his background or studies, Carl is a complete magician, except for often mixing with Tsukahara Mingshi, there is nothing to mock.

If it really gets into trouble with him, the clock tower will definitely blame. It's okay to bully Tsukahara Mingshi, but if you provoke Carl, the big guys above won't sit idly by.

Because Tsukahara Mingshi ate the high-level of the clock tower and complained, this deal was too unworthy. The two hurriedly threw down a cruel word and fled in disgrace.