Yokohama High School of Magic

"How did you come here?" An Geji closed the window and asked him casually.

"Smuggling." Gojo Satoru made an 'eight' gesture under his chin.

Thinking that Gojo Satoru simply didn't want to tell himself, Angeji didn't bother to ask.

"What you said before..." She hesitated for a moment, but still swallowed the rest of the words, "I'm still looking for clues."

"Not in a hurry."

Gojo Satoru leaned against the window and glanced at the quartz watch on the glass window. It was nine o'clock in 15 minutes.

"Speaking of Diva, have you noticed anything?"

"What do you mean?"

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, "Don't you think everything here is against harmony?"

An Geji frowned hesitantly: "...what do you mean?"

"Wow - the Diva didn't find anything - so stupid -"

Gojo Satoru deliberately elongated his tone with a very awkward expression.

"Gojo Satoru, if you don't know how to speak human language, get the hell out of here!"

"I'm angry, I'm angry, it's scary~" He still had a smile on his face as he said this.

When An Geji was about to raise his hand to throw him out, Gojo Satoru finally recovered his dignity. He pulled the chair beside the desk over, hugged the back of the chair, and sat back on the chair, shaking his index finger: " Diva, for such a trivial matter as compensation, it is impossible for the other party to chat with you all afternoon."

An Geji was taken aback, and withdrew her hand hesitantly, "You mean, they are holding me back?"

"Bingo~" Gojo Satoru compared his hands to a pistol.

"Why hold me back, they have no reason to do this. Even if I'm not here, the students will..."

"Will you take the initiative to go out and explore?"

An Geji pursed her lips, as a default.

"What if I say that this is what the other party expected?"

Gojo Satoru propped his chin on the back of his hand, and the smile on his lips was as usual, "Diva, what a pity, you have been seen through by the other party."

"..." An Geji frowned, feeling anxious about falling into someone else's trap, "Why do you say that?"

The direct senior sister, An Ge Ji, who is completely opposite to Gojo Satoru, is consistent with her appearance. She has always been a famous master who sticks to the rules, abides by the rules, and will not easily jump outside the rules.

Ange Ji has witnessed the strength of the students of Yokohama School. After Yokohama School's attitude is unclear at this stage, and she has subconsciously raised her vigilance against it, she will make the best solution after her own consideration, and restrain the students' behavior to protect them. safety.

Gojo Satoru is different. He has confidence in his students, and his instinct is to jump outside the rules, and he will only encourage students to explore.

Regardless of the process and attitude, at least the result of today's day is: An Ukahime, who restrains students from exploring, is trapped in trivial matters all afternoon, and Gojo Satoru, who encourages students to explore freely, is ignored by the Yokohama school collectively.

The evening wind at night is not gentle, and it is completely blocked out of the transparent glass windows.Inside the glass window, the gloomy room was quiet for a moment.

There are still 13 minutes before nine o'clock.

"You mean...the Yokohama school has calculated it from the beginning to the end, and is deliberately guiding us to explore information?" Angeji's voice was a little difficult.Her students were being used by the Yokohama school with an unclear attitude, which made her feel uneasy and self-blame for her ignorance, "Why did they do this?"

"What did Chanyuan Zhenyi tell you?"

"You don't know?" Angeji thought that Gojo Satoru would also be exploring around the Yokohama campus.

However, there was no smile on Gojo Satoru's face, as if he was lost in thought, "That third grader named Edogawa Ranpo...is a bit strange, I tried to avoid him as much as possible."

An Geji tightened her wrist, recalling what Chanyuan Zhenyi said to herself, while repeating it, while meditating: "She said that there is an association system in the Yokohama school, and different associations have different positions. The rat association... seems to be attacking the two schools."

Gojo Satoru gave an 'hmm' and didn't speak.

He was not surprised by this. As early as when the Yokohama School was launched through "similar" gatherings, he speculated that different concepts might lead to different internal organizations.

An Ge Ji also fell into her own thinking.

"During the sister school competition, the Yokohama school didn't mention anything about it." Gojo Gojo asked casually, "In my memory, I only got the information today."

"Zhenyi said that people from the Yokohama school mentioned it during the sister school competition." Angeji's voice was hesitant: "Maybe everyone was walking in a scattered way, and the people who heard it didn't pay attention at that time."

"Impossible." Gojo Satoru's tone was calm, but with certainty, "They are blurring their vision, blurring the timing of 'setting' to appear."

"'Setting'?" An Geji lost her voice, "...are they lying to us?"

"Although there is a possibility." Gojo Satoru stood up from the stool, "But I personally prefer that this is a confidential matter of the Yokohama school."

Pursing her lips, An Geji thought along Gojo Wu's train of thought: "Since it is a confidential matter, why do you tell us now... in this way." This is a way of deliberately guiding them to actively explore.

"Between 'Secret' and 'Non-Secret' at the Yokohama campus, there are only two major events that happened."

Gojo Satoru held out two fingers.

"One is the battle for sister schools." He put away one finger, "The second is the proposal from the upper echelons."

"At present, the associations in the Yokohama campus are not united, and their ideas are contradicting each other, and there is no obvious leading association." He withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and said in a low voice, "Since the ideas are contradictory, check and balance each other. , it means there is an opportunity to take advantage of.”

"Is this a message specially revealed by a certain association?" An Geji frowned and fell into thinking, the further she followed this line of thought, the broader her thinking became: "Using us to relay to the higher-ups, put forward a signal of cooperation? "

However, Gojo Satoru denied her guess.

"On the contrary."

"...?" An Ge Ji, who had been caught in her own thoughts, raised her head blankly.

"The Yokohama school is under attack."

Gojo Satoru's voice changed from light to heavy, as if he wanted to understand the key point more and more as he uttered his guess, "The seemingly tough response to the provocation from the higher-ups is actually not only showing weakness, but also reducing the threat to oneself."

Recalling the students from the Yokohama school that she knew, Angeji hesitated and said, "Why did you do this? The strength shown by the Yokohama school doesn't need to make them so cautious." On the contrary, the upper echelons of the magic world are always on guard against them, and the situation is jittery.

"This is where the problem lies."

Gojo Satoru pressed his knuckles against his jaw, "School Yokohama is pursuing 'balance', and even regards itself as part of the balance.

"My original inference was only half right. What they were after was not the rivalry between the Conjure Spirit Fang and the Conjuration World, but the three-legged confrontation between the Conjuration Spirit Fang, the Conjuration World, and the Yokohama school." He said 'tsk' He said, with a rare frustrated expression, "I should have found out earlier, they only regarded each other as the same kind, and never regarded themselves as a member of the magic world." The other party was obviously so obvious.

"But... according to what you said, it's not necessary. It's just the first step in the proposal of the upper strata of the magic world. It shouldn't make them appear weak to the enemy."

"I'm thinking about this too." Gojo Gojo seemed to be lost in thought again: "You're right, it's just the initial proposal from the upper echelon, and there's no need for the Yokohama school to react so violently."

But the fact is that the Yokohama school immediately launched what can be called a radical action, which does not conform to the behavior pattern of the Yokohama school in Gojo Satoshi's heart.

Neither of the two who were in deep thought spoke for a moment.

It's just the upper level of the magic world, there is no need...

The second hand of the quartz clock ticks forward.

When the seconds were ticking and pointing to six, Gojo Satoru was taken aback suddenly, as if he had thought of a certain point, and his voice almost murmured to himself: "... What if it's not only the magic world, but also the magic spirits."

Ange Ji, who was lost in thought, suddenly raised her head.

"The first appearance of the Yokohama school and the super magic spirit was almost at the same time. If it had started from that time, the Yokohama school would have been building a tripartite confrontation." Gojo Satoru's voice became clearer and clearer, and it began to resemble a normal communication, "Then Its current reaction shows that it has observed the actions of both the upper layer of the magic world and the magic spirit."

The Yokohama school's various actions before, during and after the battle are accurately recalled in the mind of the six-eyed holder, and every detail is reproduced in front of his eyes.

"... No wonder, I have been wondering why the Yokohama school agreed to the invitation of the sister school competition. They didn't want to gain experience at all, and the purpose of revealing the existence of the school was only superficial."

Angeji recalled what happened during the sister school battle together, thinking of what Gojo Satoru had said to her when there was no one in the monitoring room, her eyes suddenly widened.

"The Yokohama school has known for a long time that there are undercover agents from the Curse Spirit Fang in the two schools. They participated in the sister school competition just to establish contact with the Curse Spirit Fang through undercover agents."

Gojo Satoru's voice was flat, but there was no smile on his face.

"We underestimated the Yokohama school."

"..."

After Angeji entered the room, she didn't have time to turn on the light.Now the room is pitch black, only the moonlight outside the window shines silently, lighting up a small area by the window.

The room was dark and quiet at the moment, and An Geji even heard her own breathing in a trance, which became more and more rapid.

"Then what should we do, call for reinforcements?" Her voice was a little difficult.Now is not the time to regret that I didn't notice everything, I can only try my best to make up for it.

"Too late."

On the quartz watch on the glass window, the minute hand has reached eleven in the upper left corner.

"But don't be too pessimistic." Gojo Satoru opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the evening wind that gushed into the room then blew the white hair on his forehead. At this time, the information obtained by the curse spirit party is the same."

As long as the curse spirit party doesn't think too much about Yokohama School's inner life and still chooses to cooperate with their "betrayer", Gojo Satoru will have a chance to reverse the worst ending.

At least not being played around by others.

Thinking of this, he gave a 'tsk' in his heart, and his mood became subtly unhappy.

Looking back from today's standpoint, from the beginning to the end, every word and every performance of the Yokohama school was deliberately guided, accurately predicting the possible reactions of all of them, and then subtly inducing them, So that it was only 5 minutes before the incident broke out that Gojo Satoru really figured out the context of everything.

Which one of the Yokohama school came up with this idea?Mori Ogai?Osamu Dazai?Or that third grader named Edogawa Ranpo?

Being used from beginning to end, Gojo Satoru became more and more upset. Holding the decorative wall lamp outside the floor-to-ceiling window with one hand, he jumped down from the third floor and landed easily in the grass. any sound.

He stood firm on the grass, looked up at a black-lit classroom on the fifth floor of the teaching building, and raised his eyebrows.

In the next second, the white-haired man standing on the grass disappeared, as if he had never been there.

At this time, there are still 4 minutes before nine o'clock.