Curse Reply: After choosing Nawa, the cursed spirit cursed me for being cruel.

Duanmu Yan took the ID, looked down at the name on the card, and said, "Yes."

Xia Youjie stood still, while Ye'e Zhengdao held the last piece of identification in his hand, handing it out in mid-air.

He should have reached out.

Wu took it, Duanmu took it, it's time for him to reach out.

But the words "Special Grade" on the card were facing him directly, the ink fresh and reflecting light under the fluorescent lamp... It was too bright and glaring.

He reached out and finally took it; the document lay in his palm, light and almost weightless.

Special grade.

Wu Tiao Wu, Duanmu Yan, and Xia Youjie will all be listed together on the list of top-level sorcerers.

From now on, everyone will say they are top-tier, the strongest, and the three monsters of the highest level.

But he knew that he was far inferior to these two people.

He did not awaken the reversal technique, could not unleash his potential at the critical moment of life and death, and did not have the talent to break through the limits of near death.

He was still standing there, while his two close friends had already run away, leaving only their backs visible.

This certificate seems to have benefited from their connections.

Is feeling down selfish?

No, he's happier than anyone else that his best friend has come this far.

The phrase "We are the strongest" was not a lie, at least not when it was said.

But with each passing day, with each battle fought, the weight of this statement diminishes.

If you ask him to speak now, he doesn't know if he's still qualified.

"Jay?"

Chapter 87 The Light and Shadow of Three People

(One extra chapter today, bringing the total to four chapters)

(Thanks to Lord Luo of the Zhatian Gang for the gift.)

“Jay”.

Duanmu Yan's voice pulled him back to reality. Xia Youjie looked up.

Duanmu Yan stood beside the desk, his hands still in his inside pockets. He looked at Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie put the documents into his pocket, smiled, and acted exactly as he always did in the corridor.

"That's great. From now on, the three of us will be top-tier."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and glanced at him, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses, making it impossible to see his expression.

But he didn't say anything, he just put his hands in his pockets and turned to walk towards the door.

Duanmu Yan turned around and passed by Xia Youjie without stopping, only lightly touching his shoulder with his fist.

The movements were the same as yesterday, the same as at the edge of the deep pit on the back mountain.

Night Moth Masamichi watched the three students walk towards the door.

He lowered his head and gathered the scattered parts of the cursed remains on the table.

When you have something to do, your sighs don't seem so heavy.

In the corridor, Gojo Satoru walked at the front, brightly lit by the lights. Duanmu Yan walked in the middle, his shadow flickering in the light. Xia Youjie walked at the back, his hands in his pockets, his figure completely shrouded in shadow.

"So what's next?" Gojo Satoru pulled his hand out of his pocket and stretched.

"Stop thinking about fighting all the time." Duanmu Yan stopped in his tracks, the corridor light casting his shadow on the opposite wall. "I'm not staying at the vocational college anymore."

Gojo Satoru and Natsume stopped at the same time, one in front and one behind, sandwiching him in the middle.

"What?" Gojo Satoru spoke first, his sunglasses sliding down a little to reveal his narrowed eyes. "You still want to become a curse master... to take down those old fogies?"

Xia Youjie took a step forward and lowered his voice: "Duanmu, don't do anything foolish."

Duanmu Yan looked at Wu Tiaowu, then at Xia Youjie, and shook his head.

"I didn't intend to do that. I just promised to kill twenty level-one cursed spirits, so I have to go and kill them all. Besides..."

He raised his hand, his knuckles making a loose clench in the air. "It's been a long time since I've killed a cursed spirit; my hands are itching."

Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses back up, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's true. Because I'm the strongest... I can do whatever I want."

Duanmu Yan nodded and continued, "Furthermore, I plan to find someone who can better educate Riko."

Xia Youjie pulled his hands out of his sleeves and crossed them in front of his chest: "Is it Jiujiu Yuki?"

"It seems you all know as well, she is also a Star Essence, and Riko grew the fastest by following her."

Duanmu Yan lowered his hand. "I said I would protect her. And she wants to become stronger."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at him for two seconds, then his expression suddenly changed.

"Hey—we were saying this together, weren't we? When did it become just you talking about it? Wow, you really are..."

He dragged out his words, reached out and hooked his arm around Duanmu Yan's neck, pulled him towards him, and laughed loudly as he shook him violently twice.

Duanmu Yan's shoulders trembled as he was shaken, and he raised his hand to try to push his face away, but he was also laughing at himself.

Xia Youjie stood to the side, watching Wutiao Wu ruffle Duanmu Yan's hair into a mess, and watching Duanmu Yan's elbow strike back, only to be nimbly dodged by Wutiao Wu.

He shook his head, and then Gojo Satoru reached out with his other arm and hooked it around his neck. The three of them stumbled and bumped into each other, laughing heartily.

"Hey, the three boys are still getting along so well!"

At the end of the corridor, a brisk female voice rang out.

The three of them turned their heads at the same time. Yuki Tsukumo tucked his motorcycle helmet under his arm, took a long stride and stepped off the motorcycle, the hem of his jacket being lifted up by the wind and then falling down again.

She stood in the sunset at the entrance of the high school, looking at the three special-grade students twisted together, and laughed heartily.

Yuki Tsukumo switched the helmet to his other arm and tucked it under his other arm, then pointed at the three of them with his finger.

"Can you answer my question now? What kind of girl do you like?"

Wu Tiao Wu's hand was still on Duanmu Yan's neck, and he grinned when he heard this.

He released Xia Youjie and poked Duanmu Yan with his index finger: "This guy likes 'Heavenly'~ 'Heavenly'."

Duanmu Yan covered his mouth, causing Gojo Satoru's sunglasses to be knocked askew, and the remaining half of his words turned into muffled "mmm" sounds.

"You gossipy man, what are you talking about?"

Gojo Satoru pried his hands off, freed himself, adjusted his sunglasses, and instead of showing any remorse, grinned even wider: "I didn't say anything wrong. Right, Jay?"

Xia Youjie stood to the side, hands tucked into his sleeves, nodded, his expression unusually serious: "Duanmu, you're being too obvious."

Duanmu Yan turned to look at him, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Yuki Tsukumo sighed heavily as she watched this scene, tucking her helmet into her clothes: "Eh~ you don't like my type?"

Duanmu Yan withdrew his hand from Gojo Satoru's face and coughed, "You are still very charming, but you're not my type. Maybe the two of them will like you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gojo Satoru and Natsume spoke at the same time, with identical tones, identical speaking speeds, and even similar frowns.

Duanmu Yan shrugged, looking helpless.

Gojo Satoru reached out to hook his neck again, but Natsumi Yuki dodged first this time. However, Gojo Satoru still grabbed his sleeve with his other hand.

The three of them started fighting again.

Yuki laughed. Sure enough, you can only see this kind of thing in a high school.

The intricacies of the sorcery world pushed her away from the high school, but it was also the pure passion she had there that made her occasionally return.

Although she still disliked the vocational college, she knew that changing it required people.

These three people in front of me might actually be capable of something.

She clapped her hands, the crisp sound drawing the three people's attention back.

"I knew you were looking for me, so I came early. That little girl's name is Riko Tenten, right...? I'll pick her up in three days. Bye-bye."

After saying that, she put her helmet on, swung her long legs and straddled the motorcycle. The engine roared, and the taillights cast a red line in the twilight, disappearing after turning the corner of the mountain gate.

Duanmu Yan looked at the dust that hadn't yet settled, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "She's really a woman who comes and goes like the wind."

"I think he's a completely impractical person," Xia Youjie chimed in, his tone flatly critical. "He's clearly a top-tier mage, but he never takes on any missions and is just a good-for-nothing who loafs around abroad."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and patted each of the two men on the shoulder: "Don't think too much about it... Let's go have a party! To celebrate our promotion to Special Class, let's invite everyone!"

He turned and walked into the college building, his wooden clogs clattering louder than usual, as he began counting people, "Shoko, Haibara, Nanami, Kuroi, Riko, and Yagami-sensei counts as half..."

"What do you mean by 'half'?" Xia Youjie frowned.

"Is he coming or not?"

"He definitely won't come."

"That'll do."

Duanmu Yan followed behind, brushing back the hair that Gojo Satoru had ruffled. The corridor lights cast the shadows of the three people on the ground, swaying back and forth and occasionally bumping into each other.

Chapter 88 Let's Go Out Together

Two days later.

Gojo Satoru and Natsumi Yuki each grabbed Duanmu Yan's arms and pushed him all the way to the door of Tenniri Riko's room.

"you……"

"Knock on the door." Xia Youjie gently tapped the door.

Duanmu Yan turned to look at Wutiao Wu. Wutiao Wu grinned, knocked on the door twice, and then grabbed Xia Youjie's sleeve and ran away.

Duanmu Yan was the only one left in the corridor. He stood at the door and heard a series of clanging noises coming from inside, like a stack of books collapsing or something rolling off the table.

"Who is it?" Riko's voice came from behind the door.