Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

Chapter 14 She took a step forward (3.2k)

"Xian Ming, let me tell you."

"You haven't been to school these days. Futaba wouldn't let me come here even if I wanted to. But this time, it's all thanks to you."

"It hurts so much, what are you doing, Futaba!"

After being kicked, Sakuta's furious voice and Futaba's cold voice echoed in the corridor.

"Talk too much. No one will think you are mute if you don't speak."

"Xian Ming, you should take care of her."

Azusagawa Sakuta and Futaba Rio are both Isayama Nomei's "best friends" and one of the few good friends.

"Sakuta, please stop saying a few words."

Isayama Nomei said helplessly

However, these two people don't get along very well, and they can start to quarrel within a few words.

Sometimes Isayama Nomei really thinks that curse spirits are quite annoying. Just now a curse spirit floated in outside the window. Futaba was present, and Isayama Nomei didn't want to kill.

"Wow, I misjudged you."

"Dudu...du..."

Futaba Rio, whose eyes were red just now, was startled by this sudden appearance of a third person. Now, not only were her eyes red, but her fair face was instantly covered by a burst of red.

Isayama Nomei, who looked equally complicated, got up from the ground and said nothing. When he passed by him, he patted his shoulder and said

"By the way, don't forget to lock the door."

Futaba Rio's voice was a little embarrassed, and her ears were red. Because Isayama Nomei just put his hand on her hair, as if stroking it.

After staying in the classroom for a while, I almost gave Isayama Norimei high blood pressure because of his classmates, but Futaba was better off here, no one bothered her, it was quiet, and there were people taking care of her.

God, what did I see.

Futaba Rio watched the entire basketball game. When the ball went in, he would only take it for granted without any joy. He was like a ruthless scoring machine, passing people, slam dunks, and dunks again and again.

As a science girl, Futaba Rio almost dropped her fan on the ground and said to Azusagawa Sakuta angrily because her motor skills were not developed.

"Futaba, I want the wind."

"Come on and wish yourself good luck."

"Xianming, did you see the look in Futaba's eyes just now?"

But when Azusagawa Sakuta walked in and saw a different picture of "friends doing their own things" as usual, his mind stopped and the plastic bag in his hand fell directly to the ground.

"Xian Ming, why don't you come to school these days."

"Futaba, Xianmei said to fan yourself."

"These days, you are the most comfortable place for me."

"No, it's just right."

"Sakuta, give me some wind."

Futaba Rio was blushing, her fair arms trembling slightly up and down with the fan, and her other hand took out a tissue and carefully wiped the sweat off his head.

Sakuta's tone was a little forced, and he pointed his trembling fingers in the direction Futaba left.

After Isayama Nomei walked some distance, a sad voice came from far away behind him.

"At least. At least take away one popsicle, otherwise I will definitely go to the hospital if I eat three popsicles in a row!!!"

On the desk in Futaba Rio's bedroom, there are photos of her, Isayama Norimei and "a certain bug". The boy in the middle is holding a huge trophy in his hand and smiling brightly.

But after Kenmei's sister died, all this changed. He no longer loved studying, and his beloved basketball training also began to be neglected. In the end, he even became Futaba Rio who couldn't find him in school. .

He thought for a while, ignored her surprise and threw the fan directly to Futaba Rio who was beside Isayama Nomei.

But when the curse spirit saw Futaba's foul figure, he laughed evilly and got closer to Futaba, so Isayama Norimei had no choice but to save him.

Even when I went to his house late at night, I didn't see the lights in Xian Ming's house coming on.

He was different from her, a "gloomy girl" who had been living in such a small laboratory. Isayama Nomei's whole body seemed to be shining.

Isayama Nomei put the phone back into his pants pocket and murmured in a low voice.

"I hope this "part-time job" can increase my points more."

"When you have difficulties, you have to rely on our friends occasionally. Don't carry it alone."

"The so-called friends are the ones who can rely on each other when there are difficulties."

"Isn't this possible?"

Unlike those little girls who were attracted by Isayama Nomei's extra "mature" temperament, Futaba Rio only felt distressed and even had the urge to hug him.

Isayama Nomei shook his head helplessly, looked at the bright red sunset outside as it was getting closer to dusk, and let out a long sigh.

Futaba, she almost leaned into the arms of his best friend.

"And you actually gave up the basketball you loved."

"Don't worry so much, take it."

Isayama Nomei saw that as the girl slowly leaned closer and closer, he could smell Futaba's sweet fragrance.

But there is one thing that makes Futaba Rio sad

After saying "Yeah", Isayama Norimei's call was hung up. The conversation between the two ended in three sentences, with no other unnecessary pleasantries.

"You can talk about sad things and bad things, and it will make you feel better."

Isayama Nomei opened his eyes but found that Sakuta was missing, which was a little strange.

It is a small classroom that belongs exclusively to Futaba Rio, a privilege given to her by the school because she is a "genius girl" no less than Sister Asanori. She has published thirty articles in the journals of the first and second districts of the country. She cooperated with the research institute last year. Three articles were even published in Nature.

"She really wanted to stab me."

"Thanks, Futaba."

"Two leaves."

Hearing this, Isayama Nomei also called out in cooperation.

She was angry just thinking about it. The guy's meaningful expression before going out and his "come on" gesture immediately made Futaba Rio feel embarrassed and annoyed. Who wants you to worry about my affairs?

Isayama Nomei was sitting on the ground with no image to speak of, and Azusagawa Sakuta, who was in the corner, took a fan in his hand and fanned there, and heard a weak sound over there.

Now Isayama Nomei cannot make promises to anyone, nor can he bear the future of others.

His youthful face became firm and his whole person became stronger. Yes, Xian Ming may look more reliable than before.

"Are you here to live? It's just right."

"That kind of guy, who knows?"

"Huh? Why is Sakuta missing?"

"What's wrong."

With the CPU overloaded, Futaba Rio even had water vapor coming out of her head. After she stood up again at lightning speed, she grabbed the white coat that was placed on the chair, covered her face without saying anything and said "Woo woo." "I rushed out immediately with an embarrassed voice.

The sharp ringtone broke Isayama Norimei's thoughts. He picked up the phone and found that it was the contact "Mr. Akutagawa", so he immediately answered the call.

There was no light in his eyes, replaced by vicissitudes of life that a boy of this age should not have.

"Xiao Ming, we have some action tonight."

"I'm going to die."

What happened just now was just an episode. Futaba Rio took a deep breath and returned to her cold look. She sat on the chair, put down her fan, and leaned back on the chair, as if to calm her heart.

After finally coming to school, he became a little bit strange to Futaba Rio.

"Two leaves."

Futaba Rio, who was thinking about applying for an air conditioner in school, heard Isayama Nomei's words and spoke in a tone that sounded like she heard the name of a maggot.

Futaba Rio's expression is very complicated. She always has a longing for Isayama Nomei that a friend should not have.

Soon a calm voice came from the phone, and Isayama Nomei replied

"Does the frequency need to be higher?"

Futaba Rio looked at Xianmei with a look of "I've lost to you". Her hand holding the fan trembled slightly, which showed the girl's inner unrest.

"Futaba just sent a message that she is going home today."

"I've heard rumors before that the school is going to expel you. This is not like you."

The three of them walked noisily into a classroom, which was the science classroom in the comprehensive equipment building.

Experience is the best way to change a person. The death of his dependent sister and the two simulations of [Warhammer Simulator]. Maybe Isayama Norimei himself didn't realize that he was getting further and further away from the innocent self he once was.

"Wait a minute, Xian Ming."

With a proud look on his face, Azusagawa Sakuta opened the door to the science classroom with a bang, walked in without looking, and shouted loudly to the two people inside.

"Hahaha, Sakuta is so miserable, Futaba, one of his only two remaining friends, said so."

Before leaving, Futaba Rio didn't forget to cast a glance at Azusagawa Sakuta. The murderous intention contained in it instantly made the guy who felt guilty for ruining the atmosphere feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Summer is always very hot, not to mention that Isayama Norimei had just finished a fierce physical confrontation. Even if he was sitting by the window, the sweat on his head was falling straight down.

After finishing speaking, Isayama Nomei walked out regardless of Sakuta behind him.

Isayama Nomei clearly knows

Except for class time, Futaba Rio always stayed in this science laboratory. It was a secret base that only belonged to her and her friends.

"Xianming, Futaba, thank me!"

Isayama Nomei also realized that his actions seemed to be too close and he apologized immediately.

"Sorry, I saw some dust on your hair, but it has been removed."

He has a great personality and is very considerate. Not only is he handsome, he is good at studying and has great athletic ability. Every time Noriaki Isayama played on behalf of Aoyama Academy, their basketball team always won, and they were named the ten strongest Neon Basketball teams by the magazine.

Only by becoming stronger can he have a future.

"I understand, Mr. Akutagawa."

"I came back from buying popsicles from the canteen."

"This idiot."

But at this time

Azusagawa Sakuta, who was watching their interaction, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, made a cheering gesture to Futaba, then quietly opened the door and walked out.

His face was caressed tenderly by the girl's hand, and Futaba Liang was very cautious in her movements to avoid hurting Xianmei.

After being served by Futaba, Isayama Nomei felt much more comfortable.

"I know, it really is."

"Huh? Didn't Xian Ming ask you to come?"

Isayama Nomei touched the place where the girl just touched his face and disappeared into the corridor.

As Isayama walked by, low-level cursed spirits with terrifying appearances continued to burn themselves without fire, being mercilessly burned by the psychic fire.

His heart is confused

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