Curse back: The group pet thought he was hated by everyone

Atobe Keigo and Oshitari Yuushi didn't understand what Gojo Satoru meant.

What is “coming”?

Geto Suguru and Tsukuyomi Tsukuyomi looked at the corner behind the tennis club members.

Corners, ceilings...

One

Two...three?

"Wow~ There are three of them! Three of them can appear at the same time in just one school~" Gojo Satoru pretended to be exaggerated, which made Geto Suguru laugh.

Atobe Keigo frowned. There was nothing behind it.

The people from the tennis club behind them just thought that the three of them were here to cause trouble. Mukai Taketo with the burgundy hair curled his lips and said, "Come on, why are you playing tricks in broad daylight?"

A group of people gathered around

Tsukuyomi pursed his lips, watching the three second-level cursed spirits approaching them, and first exchanged a glance with Geto Suguru. The two of them bent down tacitly and put the long-handled umbrella in their hands on the ground.

Only then did Atobe Keigo see the third person's appearance clearly.

The red-eyed boy standing next to the black-haired girl with strange bangs, with white hair and red lips, is quiet and focused. His shallow eyes are like rubies dipped in wine, clear and cool, reflecting under his long eyelashes, innocent and pure.

"It's really... gorgeous."

Yuushi Oshizuka and the tennis players beside him naturally did not miss this scene. The tall and strong athletes touched their heads or pushed up their glasses uncomfortably.

His gaze drifted vaguely onto the young man.

Ahem, it was the first time they saw such a delicate... boy?

Yuushi Oshizuka unconsciously lowered his voice, opened his mouth, and was about to speak

Another person came into the gym, with black hair and half of it dyed red, bold and unrestrained.

"Minister, I want to apply to join the team again!!!" He started speaking arrogantly and wantonly as soon as he entered the room.

After seeing who was coming, Tsukuyomi Tsukumi turned sideways and hid behind Geto Suguru.

"Boom——"

There was a loud bang, and the lizard-shaped curse spirit on the ceiling was startled. It stared at the direction of the few people, and suddenly flew down, smashing a big hole in the floor, staring at everyone closely.

Unfortunately, there were only three people who could see him.

The tennis team players turned around and saw a huge pit a few meters behind them.

Atobe Keigo was sure that the pit appeared suddenly, and looked at the newcomer with a bad look.

"I say, Tsu Yayoi, when will you finally give up? I admire your persistence, but if you have no talent or ability, don't waste everyone's time."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes. It was already this late and he was still nagging. Gojo Satoru despised such arrogant and cocky guys the most!

He interrupted Atobe Keigo's speech seemingly unintentionally and gave his classmate a look, "Leave this one to me."

Atobe Keigo frowned, then his eyes flashed. Suddenly, a regular player from the tennis club seemed to be caught by something and flew into the air.

Gojo Satoru doesn't care if the other party has hostages or not

"Get out of my way, [Cang]!"

The blue curse power solidified in his hand and blasted the weak cursed spirit into pieces, along with the cursed spirit and the floor.

The tennis player who was lifted into the air lost his grip and fell heavily to the ground. He then looked terrified and fell into a coma after a scream.

Everyone present was shocked by the strange scene. They were unable to react and stood there vigilantly.

Geto Suguru slowly passed by Yuushi Oshitani who was standing in front of him, with his hands in his pockets, as if he had encountered something very troublesome. "Satoru, you forgot to put down the bill this time too."

The two cursed spirits in the corner also reacted and hid themselves. Before Xia Youjie could deal with them, the space suddenly changed dramatically.

The entire stadium seemed to be inside the body of a giant creature. The hard floor turned into a thick, sticky, and constantly wriggling mass of flesh, and the entrances and exits were also blocked.

Tsukuyomi didn't have time to explain to them and was the first to put down the tent. "Born from darkness, from darkness to darkness. All filth and impurities, all must be exorcised!"

A huge black curtain enveloped everyone from above. He turned around to look at the man who was still out of the situation and the members of the tennis club and said, "Everyone, stand closer and don't disperse."

Atobe Keigo is certainly not a rich young man without any knowledge. In fact, the world of magic is not completely isolated from the world of ordinary people. The upper class of this society always knows these things that most people don't know.

Atobe Keigo realized something and thought about the notice issued by the school this afternoon regarding the suspension of club activities. He quickly reacted and said, "Everyone, please get closer. Don't get separated."

The entire space turned into a wriggling body, the areas where it could move were shrinking, and huge tentacles stretched out towards them.

Gojo Satoru stretched his muscles and gestured with Geto Suguru, "Hey! Tsuma, protect them, and leave the rest to us!"

Geto Suguru smiled and waved to Tsukiyomi, then turned around and said lazily to Gojo Satoru: "It looks like it's level one, leave it to me and don't kill it."

Everyone in the tennis club was stunned when they saw the scene before them. "Did we... accidentally walk into a filming site?"

Atobe Keigo weighed the tennis ball in his hand and hit the tentacles that were attacking him. "Ah, I'll explain it to you later. Everyone, protect yourselves and avoid these tentacles."

Then he looked at the white-haired boy who was standing firmly in front of him. He looked smaller than them. How could such a skinny guy become a sorcerer?

More and more tentacles gathered in the direction of Tsukuyomi Tsukumi, condensing into a large tentacle.

The thin and straight-backed young man now displayed a surprising sense of security, "Yata Mirror!"

Ripples appeared in the air, and a mirror with an ancient atmosphere appeared out of thin air and fell into the hands of the young man. A beam of light blocked the attack of the cursed spirit.

The tennis team members were also busy, taking out tennis balls and trying to physically repel the advancing unidentified creatures.

The minister with the teardrop mole under his eye took the lead and hit the ball, "Waltz Towards Destruction!" Even the ordinary tennis ball exploded with astonishing power.

The other members followed suit, and for a while they were firmly in the upper hand.

Tsukuyomi was stunned. This, this is a high school student's...killing tennis ball?

Except for the red-haired boy, Tsu Yayoi,

He was originally bought by his family at a high price. He has no talent for learning, but his athletic ability is slightly more developed than that of ordinary people. A few days ago, the tennis club was recruiting new members, but he didn't even pass the initial test.

At this moment, he still looked like he was in a trance and not in the right situation. He was obviously a big and strong man, but he just stood there stupidly waiting for the curse spirit to attack him. He only started screaming after being thrown to the ground.

But no one in the tennis club could spare the time to help, and Tsu Yayoi fell to the ground in embarrassment, watching a tentacle attack him.

"Get up quickly!" Tsukuyomi was in a stalemate with the giant tentacle, and he couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw the other party falling to the ground in fear.

Because of fear, my body seemed to be tied up by ropes, my mind was blank, and my ears were buzzing.

When people are extremely scared, they will indeed be unable to move. Just when he thought he was going to die here today,

A hand grabbed him, trying to pull him away from where he was, but...

No pull, too heavy.

Tsukuyomi Tsukumi didn't expect the other person to be so heavy. Logically speaking, at this time, as long as someone pulled him up, shouldn't he be able to climb up with the force?

Why are you just lying there like that, dumb and indifferent?

The tentacles that were originally deadlocked found a gap and pierced through the hand that Tsukuyomi was holding.

An inexplicably eye-catching blood hole appeared on the flawless hand. Drops of blood dripped from the white-haired boy's palm to the ground, staining Tsu Yayoi's sports uniform red.

Tsukuyomi bit his lip, holding back the pain, and without making a sound, he used his other hand to launch a spell to repel the cursed spirit's attack. After the tentacles withdrew, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead uncontrollably.

Atobe Jingwu naturally saw the situation on the little beauty's side, and called the regulars who were supporting their teammates to come closer to share some of the attacks for them.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

"your hands!"

"Tsuyayoi! You're a coward holding us back, why don't you get up now!"

As students of Hyotei, the regular players of the tennis club couldn't help but feel a little angry at this moment. This is too useless!

Xia Youjie noticed the commotion here and casually looked back to see the white-haired boy holding his right hand which was bleeding.

Just one glance, his pupils suddenly shrank, his head "buzzed", and he couldn't help but curse at the laughing Gojo Satoru.

"Fuck! You're still messing around, Tsujimi is hurt!"