It's a power, not a spell

"...The two people who appeared at the X street restaurant in Tokyo yesterday, one of them has been confirmed to be the former high school student Chuya Nakahara, who was executed successfully last year and should have died."

"...As an executioner, the prisoner in charge appeared to be wandering the streets after half a year."

"...If that thing goes berserk, now is not Shinjuku at that time, how much casualties it will cause, you can't know what you witnessed last year!"

"What else do you have to say? Gojo Satoru."

"..."

"—Are you listening, Gojo Satoru?"

"..."

Noctua Masamichi, who was sitting next to Gojo Satoru, rolled his eyes and saw that the eyes behind the sunglasses were indeed closed. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he secretly patted the back of the person who had fallen asleep at the meeting.

"Huh? Oh." Gojo Satoru opened his eyes and stood up at the same time, turned around while yawning, he waved his hand, "I'm done, then I'm leaving, um... Just in time for the lunch that Chuya made .”

"stop!"

"No reason!"

"Aren't you going to explain what you did!"

The old people sitting behind the desk blew their beards and stared. They probably thought that Gojo Satoru had released the water last year and teamed up with Nakahara Nakaya to deceive them.If it weren't for the fact that they were still a bit jealous of Gojo Satoru, the charge of 'collaborating with the enemy' would have probably fallen on him.

Strongest stopped in his tracks according to his words, but did not look back.

Ye Mozheng was the closest to him, and when he heard a mumbling behind him, the middle-aged man couldn't tell what he was feeling, "... Wu, you said 'Zhong Ye', could it be..."

Of course, he didn't think Gojo Satoru would do such a thing as lying about the situation. If he really didn't want to get rid of Zhongya, according to his student's style, he should directly use the phrase "If you dare to kill Zhongya, I will let you all die together." If the upper management wants Gojo Satoru to do things, the result will definitely not be as they wish.

Therefore, when he learned that Zhongya Zhongya was not a human being in the Central Plains last year, he still believed in his own judgment more than the orders from the higher-ups. That child was definitely not the type who would cause large-scale damage to the city with his own will.

The child was picked up by Gojo Satoru, and he has a good relationship with Nakahara Chuya, but Ye Mo Zhengdao thought he was going to mediate between the wayward students and the upper class, but it turned out...

Maybe there is something inside that he doesn't know, but whenever Gojo Satoru is asked, his students either change the subject with a laugh, or use the best way to annoy him, making him forget the original question.

Thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem...impossible?

And according to the meaning of the sentence just now, could it be possible that he really hid him at home for more than half a year? !

Gojo Satoru didn't move his legs, he turned his head to look at the moth Zhengdao, who had changed his face, and curled the corners of his mouth, smiling relaxedly, with frosty eyelashes drooping, as if he was not fully awake yet.

"It's the 'Chung Ye' you were thinking of, ah...didn't I just say that?"

"Oops, I thought I said it. I didn't sleep yesterday, so sleepy..." He closed his eyes and put his fingers on his forehead.

"What do you mean?" The old man in the main seat lowered his voice, "You have been hiding the prisoner by your side, don't you know the danger of that thing? You put the safety of human beings—"

"I said ah." The white-haired conjurer opened his eyes completely, and turned to face him, "'Things', 'things', who are you talking about?"

The white-haired man stood upright, with his hands in his pockets, his smile and voice light and light, "I'm too lazy to care, did I give you some unnecessary illusions? This meeting, let me guess... I just got the news this morning , called me here in a hurry without even eating lunch, asking for guilt? Or do you want me to deal with Zhongye? Do you have both?"

"I find it very strange. Since you all know that I did not hit the target last year, what makes you think that I will do it now?"

"Gojo Satoru, you—"

"Forget it, I didn't come here to listen to the old grandpas' long speeches. Chuya is indeed with me. If you want to kill him, you can try it, but I don't guarantee what will happen to the people sent." Gojo Satoru Too lazy to continue talking nonsense with them, if you don't leave, you really won't be able to catch up with lunch, so he turned and left under the ugly face of the senior management.

"—Grandpa, just do what a grandpa should do. If you worry too much, others will die soon."

It would be more troublesome for them to know about the fact that Nakahara Chuya himself was dead, so he directly confirmed their guess, but there is one more thing——

Gojo Satoru was sitting in the back seat of the car, and Yijizhi was driving in front.

With his slender legs crossed, his fingertips touched the black fabric, and he said, "Yidizhi."

"Ah, yes?"

"If someone asks you about Chuya, remember to tell him, 'Mr. Gojo forced me to say that', understand?"

"Say... eh?"

"By the way, remember not to speak too simply, like the answer I gave you when I asked you before. I don't need to teach you too much detail, right?"

"Ah, oh."

Yi Dizhi was dumbfounded, but his fear of Gojo Satoru still made him choose to agree first. It stands to reason that when his boss didn't take the initiative to speak, he always upheld the principle of not speaking if he could, but... "Wujo Sir, what you said just now is also...?"

He hadn't heard of this name for a long time, since what happened that day in Chuya Nakahara was recorded as top secret.

"Oh, your relationship with Chuya seems to be pretty good, but I don't have time today, Chuya is going to train Youruto in the afternoon, next time."

Gojo Satoru lightly dropped a bomb.

"Ah? Eh?" After understanding the meaning, Yi Dizhi shook his hands in shock and almost rushed out of the driveway. Gojo Satoru, who was watching the scenery in the back seat, almost flew out of the car window, "Chuya-kun? But isn't he? Give the knotweed Jun training? Eh?!"

"Watch the way carefully, and wait for my slap again." Gojo Satoru smiled, "Oh, yes, what were you talking about just now? What happened to Chuya? He's always been fine."

Yi Dizhi carefully glanced at the rearview mirror, although Gojo Satoru was still wearing sunglasses, cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.

He swallowed, and pieced together a result that he couldn't believe with the amount of fragmented information.

"...Yes. So... next time?"

Wujo Wujo glanced at him with a half-smile, "It depends on my mood."

-

Crossing the city last night, I raced with Gojo Satoru until midnight. When I got back to my residence, I was already sleepy. Gojo Satoru went to listen to the six-hour recording, and Nakahara Nakaya took a bath, covered in I slept soundly.

It was almost noon when I woke up the next day, and I didn't see Wujowu's person, but I found a note at the door.

"Lunch, please~"

"You are invincibly handsome"

"GTG (Great Teacher Gojo)"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

When you open the refrigerator door, you will find that it is already full of ingredients.

At this time, Wujo Wu obviously hadn't eaten the meals he cooked, so why did he take it for granted that he could cook?

And, what's that weird inscription?

After all, it was barely enough, and it could be regarded as the first time to cook for 'boyfriend'. Nakahara Zhong also paid attention to it. He looked up the recipes on his mobile phone and made several dishes with relatively high rankings.

Gojo Satoru came back when he was serving miso soup.

The strongest who entered the door went straight to the kitchen, and when he saw the young man wearing an apron inside, he was relieved as if he had confirmed something. He consciously reached out to take the soup bowl in Nakahara Chuya's hand, but was disgusted and asked to go first. handwashing.

After washing out, lunch is ready.

Gojo Satoru stood behind and watched Nakahara Nakaya take off his apron, and said, "I've finished listening to the recording on the phone."

"Hmm." Zhong Yuan also untied the knot at the back of his waist, and was taking off the thin strap of the apron from his neck.

"It's too much, why do you say 'I don't want to play the teacher-student game'?" His voice was somewhat resentful, "Obviously the teacher has always been super-super responsible, am I not the Great Teacher in everyone's hearts? "

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, put his apron on his arms, and squinted at him, "Do you want to be my teacher?"

"Isn't this the truth?" Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide, "Speaking of which, Chuuya never called me a teacher. Didn't Chuuya treat me as a teacher from the beginning?"

"Of course, I'm 27 years old."

"It has nothing to do with age. I taught most of Chuya's knowledge of spells, huh?"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

He twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you insist."

Anyway, it's not him who will be in trouble in the end.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyelashes.

Although I knew that the recording had already happened, but when 'Xia You' said "Gojo Satoru can kill you for the first time, you don't think he will take into account your 'teacher-student relationship' the second time?", He still couldn't help but stop breathing for a moment.

Then he heard Zhong Yuanzhong's slightly mocking voice, 'Who wants to play a teacher-student game with that guy? '

"game".

Did he really think so?

But Chuya's attitude last night was normal... No, if you think about it carefully, it was actually a little too enthusiastic.

'Long time no see, do you want a reunion hug? '

No matter how you think about it, this kind of words can't come out of Zhongya's mouth, right?

The white-haired conjurer took a few steps forward, pursed his lips, and wrapped the young man who reached his shoulders into his arms. The smell of the same shampoo on the other party as his was unreasonably reassuring. He lowered his head and rubbed his orange hair , whispered, "I will always stand by Chuya's side."

So stay here with peace of mind, I will definitely protect you this time.

Central Plains Chuya:?

"Oh." This guy was still insisting on being his teacher just now, but is it normal for teachers and students to do this kind of thing?

When he learned that he was dead, he vaguely guessed what happened. It was not surprising that the person who killed him was Gojo Satoru. 'a feeling of.

The reaction to this was very flat, and he didn't have the emotion of "betrayed" that Gojo Satoru thought. Rather, if one day he had to turn on the dirt, it would be better to die in the hands of the strongest than to wait until his body collapsed and died. Not bad either.

But it's probably not possible now.

This body can no longer be regarded as a real human body. The reason why he still breathes and metabolizes is just because he wants to 'be' a human being. Huang Ba's ability to withstand and control the spit power is different from before.

In other words, the future filth is no longer a move that hurts the enemy a thousand times and destroys oneself, but an ordinary big move that can be stopped.

Gojo Satoru didn't let go for a long time, his body temperature was very high, but the air conditioner was always on, so it wasn't stuffy.But even though Zhong Yuan Zhong also liked this embrace, he couldn't wait for the lunch he made by himself on the table.

"...Relax, get out and eat."