Hello everyone, my name is Yuna Nanashiro. I am an undercover agent sent by the top management to the Magic College. It is not quite right to say that I am an undercover agent. After all, my classmates and teachers all know my origin. In order to complete the task and return to the life of ordinary people, I had to hide my strength and make every effort to record the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the three people at the same time. The result is obviously predictable:
I may become the only group hater in the history of Conjuring College.
Me: It doesn't matter?_?
As long as I lurk in the college for three years, I can retire with success. As for those rotten oranges that are about to be buried? Who cares about them.
Probably because of my weakness, those rotten oranges thought I was easy to bully, so they often assigned me some weird tasks for no reason, including but not limited to:
Collect the kijufu that Gojo Satoru has eaten/take a photo of Xia Youjie swallowing the cursed spirit ball/pretend to be a corpse to test the reversal technique of Ieru Glass...
Me:? ? ?
Although the task was outrageous, I could still accept it reluctantly, until one day they asked me to steal Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie's underwear.
I looked at two large pants of the same style and different colors hanging on two adjacent windowsills in the dormitory:...
I felt that this was really beyond my lower limit, so I took a tachi and cut down the top brass in the conjuring world and defected to my original employer overnight.
It's just that the original owner is not a decent force. I hope he won't let me bite the steps, kick me a few times, and then reward me with three bullets.
If it really doesn't work, I can go home. After all, I have a mine at home.
That's why your eyes are so strange and you keep looking at the top of my head. Is there something above my head?
PS: first person
Purpose: The present dilemma is the stepping stone to a bright future