Yokohama High School of Magic

Gojo Satoru clapped the notepad with a string of numbers in his hands, and rested his heels on the conference table in front of him.

"I called a local number in Yokohama and no one answered it. It's gone."

It has been five hours since Yidichi Jiegao handed in the notebook, and there is almost no information behind the number.

The representative sent by the upper management was sitting on a chair, holding a pen in his hand with a naive little penguin wool felt on the cap, "Tomorrow is the day when Yoshino Junpei transfers to another school. Someone will always take him to the Yokohama school."

Night Moth was sitting upright, looking upright, but the eyes behind the sunglasses unconsciously glanced at the little penguin.

"It's useless." Gojo Satoru leaned back, the chair was lifted by his front legs, and only his two back feet kept balance. "They should have some kind of teleportation technique." Last time Osamu Dazai and Atsushi Nakajima Walking out of Yoshino Junpei's house, the second grader even smiled at him, and even he couldn't find a place to go in the next second.

Similar to the indestructible barrier of the Tokyo school, Gojo Satoru was not too surprised.

"What did the above say?"

The representative pondered for two seconds, and still sent a copy of the information to each of them.

After reading the materials, Wujo Wu sighed artificially, and threw the materials on the notebook, "I said, did the upper echelons start throwing the blame because they couldn't find a scapegoat? Anyway, everyone knows the face of the upper echelons, so it's okay if they keep it secret. It’s up to you, dare to do it.”

Don't push everything on the curser so obviously.

The representative clenched his fists and coughed, "This is the most likely guess at the moment." His voice was not too firm, obviously he also felt that the upper echelon was throwing the blame if they couldn't find anyone.

There is no news at all, and the upper level still looks determined to throw the blame away, and they can't talk about anything anymore.

Gojo Satoru looked through the glass window at the taillights representing departure, propped his chin on the palm of his hand, and fanned the wind with a fan made of materials.

"The Erdu family really spent a lot of money."

All kinds of clues in just one month all vaguely point to the gradually declining Erdu family, but until now the Erdu family has not been identified.

"Erduchuan died before the thirteenth year." The representative left, and Ye Mozheng continued to bury his head in the wool felt, talking non-stop, "With the current scale of the Erdu family, it is impossible to hide nothing for 13 years. "

This is also the reason why Wujo Enlightenment has not occurred yet.

The current Yokohama school cannot possibly be the work of the Erdu family.

The Yokohama school did exist, it existed 30 years ago, the plan proposed by Niduchuan was rejected by the upper echelons of the magic world, but the Yokohama school still quietly developed in the shadows for 17 years, until 13 years ago there were only a few in the whole magic world Without anyone's knowledge, the Yokohama school and Nidugawa died at the port that year, leaving nothing behind.

Back then, the Yokohama school was too small to be on the stage.It's just a product of Niduchuan's ambition, even if it is shattered, it will be silent, and it cannot be compared with the current Yokohama school.

"Do you know that kid named Atsushi Nakajima?" Ye Mozheng raised his head and asked Gojo Satoru.

"I heard it's the blood of the Zenyuan family." Gojo Wu spread his hands, "Everyone in the Zenyuan family likes to run away, why don't you stay at home obediently?"

"Are you sure?" Noctua Zhengdao was a little surprised.

"En." He saw very clearly that day that Atsushi Nakajima used ten shadow spells. "What should I do? Let the Buddhist family take him back?"

Gojo Satoru has a great prejudice against the Zenyuan family. In his heart, he actually wishes that all the talented descendants of the Zenyuan family would run away from home.

Atsushi Nakajima is currently studying at the Yokohama school, and the attitude of the other party is still unclear. As far as the Yokohama school is currently showing, at least those named 'Dazai Osamu' and 'Nakaya' are very concerned about him.

Ye Mozheng was silent for a while: "The family of the Chanyuan offered a reward of one billion in the world of magic, asking to bring that kid back to the family."

Ten kinds of shadow spells, hidden in the blood of the Zenyuan family, the patriarch's spells passed down from generation to generation, as far back as the Heian era thousands of years ago, the natural disaster-level spells that swallowed the heads of the two clans together.

The Zenyuan family gave up one of the ten shadow spells, and it is impossible to give up the second one as an orphan.

In terms of contact with the Yokohama school, the Chanyuan family is the most active party.

"Let the Yokohama school be willing to let people go first."

The Yokohama school is unwilling, and the Chanyuan family will probably not be able to bring back several billion yuan.

Anyway, if the Chanyuan family wants to start an armed conflict with the Yokohama school, Gojo Satoru will not get involved.He was quite looking forward to this to see the Chanyuan family suffer, and to see the true strength of the Yokohama school.

It was late at night when the meeting actually ended.

Gojo Satoru opened the can of Fanta, leaned his head back on the sofa to drink, and asked Nanami Jianren while drinking, not afraid of choking himself, "How about that teacher? The one who can reverse the spell."

"I still practice free medicine for nearby residents in the clinic every day, seven in the morning and five in the morning." Jianren Qihai added half of the milk to the coffee cup on the table.

"Qihai, you can't do that, it's too bad to drink." Wujo Wu held up Fanta and said to Jianren Qihai: "Coffee without sugar is like a ball without octopus, without a soul! It's against the god of coffee. blasphemy!"

He leaned over on the sofa chair, lifted the Fanta can on the coffee cup, and was about to pour it in, with great interest:

"I'll help you~"

Jianren Qihai immediately retracted the cup and kept his coffee, with a flat face, "Mori Ogai has a good reputation in the neighborhood, and he has saved many people who have no money to go to the hospital for treatment."

Gojo Satoru made a contrived 'cut' sound, took back the Fanta, leaned back on the sofa back, and took a sip with his head raised, "Using surgery to treat ordinary people, without charging any fees, and staying in the clinic every day." There is no meaning of going back to school to teach and educate people.

He leaned his neck back on the back of the sofa, and let out a faint voice of envy: "That's great, I want to too."

There is no need to work every day, the students will take care of each other, there is no need for the teacher to come forward, and they can harvest super strong leeks.

"Above." Jianren Qihai lowered his head to look at the dial on his wrist, "It's already [-]:[-], which is far beyond the normal working time on weekdays. Please forgive me."

"Bye bye~" Gojo Satoru was behind him, waving at Jianren Qihai's leaving back.

Jianren Qihai's back disappeared into the darkness of the corridor, gradually disappearing.

Behind him, Gojo Satoru held his chin, silent——

Why doesn't Qihai turn on the light.

After a while, Gojo Satoru slumped on the lazy sofa in a big character shape, and sighed:

"I want to eat Daifuku."

The slums and low-income areas near the clinic where Mori Ogai is located are larger than he imagined. After all, as a port city with rapid economic development, Yokohama has always been polarized between the rich and the poor, and the low-income population accounts for a large proportion of them. .

Not only that, but if Mori Ogai happened to be practicing medicine nearby, the cursed Nanami Jianren would not be able to go back to school to find a home to buy nitrates. It can be said that Mori Ogai saved Nanami Jianren's life.

Unspoken, Nanami Jianren and Gojo Satoru kept silent at the same time, and only told the upper-level Yokohama school teacher that he had a healing reversal technique. As for Mori Ogai who is now practicing medicine for free somewhere, he didn't say a word.

"Forget it, let's visit some time."

Selectively ignoring the tense look on Yidizhi Jiegao's face when he asked for his phone number.

Gojo Satoru stood up, circling round sunglasses on his index finger.

"The reason... It's not bad to add another school to the sister school competition? I'm tired of competing with the Kyoto school for so many years."

On the other side of the school, Yidichi Jiegao, who was having an emergency meeting with all the supervisors and considering diplomatic words, had an itchy nose and sneezed.