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On the second day after returning to the high school, the two-faced Nuo container incident got a better solution.

Unlimited reprieve.

Not only Gojo Satoru's pressure made the group of rotten orange peels extend the death sentence of Knotweed, but Natsume bravely rushed into a spell meeting with Knotweed while Knot was still in a coma.

Natsume imitated the posture of the port mafia, and carried out the gangster spirit of Yokohama to the fullest.

"If you don't agree, I will kill you all."

It was casual, but the powerful strength released by him and Mr. Cat left the senior management speechless.

The people from the Magic Association reminded Natsume of a group of old-fashioned and stubborn exorcists.

Almost didn't piss off the people from the magic society.

"Who, who recruited him into the high school?"

"What qualifications does a kid who is not a magician have to come here?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled a few times: "I recruited people."

"Do you have any dissatisfaction?"

Conjuration Society: ...that's all right.

Gojo Satoru folded his arms and rested his chin: "It's better to hold back if you're not satisfied."

After finishing speaking, he ignored everyone and walked out with cheerful steps.

Natsume stood outside waiting for him.

Gojo Satoru saw Natsume as soon as he turned the corner, not surprised at all: "Let's talk?"

The sound of gurgling water is constantly coming from outside the window, a tea room with exquisite decoration.

Natsume sipped the tea patiently.

Gojo Satoru, on the other hand, ate two mouthfuls of desserts casually. It was rare that he didn't spend too much time on desserts. He teased and probed: "Find a teacher who is in charge, and I made money?"

"It's not gentle at all, the character design has collapsed."

"There is no such persona, after all, I grew up with my uncle." Natsume looked down at the tea leaves floating up and down in the tea water, and his thoughts were churning: "Mr. Wujo doesn't need to think too much."

"I'm just a little curious about why Takashi would provoke the Magic Society."

Gojo Satoru and him had only known each other for less than a week, and Natsume's sudden help made it hard not to make him think too much.

Gojo Satoru has long passed the ignorant age of believing that there are pure and good people in this world.

Natsume laughed casually, not knowing how to speak.

The impression of the group of people from the Conjuration Club was really not good.

It always reminds Natsume of the time when he made up his mind to reform Yokohama, batch after batch of monster extermination masters who caught up to make trouble.

Natsume once had the most difficult time.

Although it cannot change the deep-rooted ideas of demon masters and monsters, the reform of monsters in Yokohama is still going on with difficulty.

At that time, a big monster appeared by the sea. After some experiences, Natsume finally decided to let the big monster return to the sea.

In addition to the Chang family, the exorcists headed by the two families of Huakaiyuan and Yumenyuan were extremely dissatisfied with Natsume's actions.

"It should be killed!"

"Natsume, you are still young, you don't understand, that monster is covered with treasures, how can you let it go?"

"It's okay to make Shikigami for us to benefit mankind."

"Natsume, if you let go of a hidden danger, what will you do if this monster can't figure it out and comes ashore to harm humans one day?"

But that monster... didn't hurt a single human being.

They went ashore because they couldn't stand the pollutants that humans dumped into the sea.

Natsume knelt on the wooden board, bearing the accusations from the demon extermination masters on the opposite side with an expressionless face.

He saw greed and cowardice in the eyes of everyone.

Still as rotten and incompetent as three years ago.

Nothing has changed.

Natsume's eyes showed a little dislike for humans.

Aware of his emotions, he froze for a moment, and then suppressed the wild thoughts in his mind.

"Get out."

"Otherwise I'll kill you."

All the exorcising demon masters did not expect that the good-natured young man who has always been polite and restrained would say such rude words.

"You arrogant young man, you will be taught a lesson!"

In the end, they were afraid of Natsume's ability and Yokohama's particularity, and left in a hurry after saying harsh words.

After the call was cut off, Teacher Cat came out from behind Natsume.

Natsume rubbed his temples, and said a little tiredly, "Teacher, although I don't regret it, I'm a little tired."

The feeling of being misunderstood by humans who are supposed to be companions is really bad.

Teacher Cat rubbed the back of his hand, accompanying and comforting him in a rare silence.

Afterwards, many monsters appeared one after another in the room, and they all obediently lay on the sofa or the floor, silently accompanying Natsume.

There are many monsters who support him by his side.

The 18-year-old Natsume recovered from a rare depression, and an idea flashed in his mind unconsciously.

How lonely I would be if I were alone.

Gojo Satoru stepped forward and waved his hand in front of his eyes, Natsume withdrew from his memory.

"What are you thinking? Why follow me to get angry at those rotten oranges? It's hard to answer." He was in a good mood, and the question with a smile also relieved a lot of heaviness.

After thinking about the wording, Natsume said with some embarrassment: "I hope Mr. Gojo will not feel offended."

Gojo Satoru was even more curious: "No, just say it boldly."

Natsume rubbed the corner of his clothes: "I don't want to be alone."

"It's so lonely if you're just alone."

Gojo Satoru's expression was slightly stunned, and the emotions in the beautiful eyes under the blindfold fluctuated.

A place in my heart that no one has stepped on was touched.

Are you lonely?

Maybe, I've been used to it for a long time.

But he liked what Natsume did today.

Natsume looked at Gojo Satoru, a bit of care and inexplicable contradictions flashed in the brown cat pupils.

No one knows better than him what it's like to reform.

The title of "strongest" is too tiring.

"I agreed to help you change the status quo, why should we be scolded together? Share some pressure." Feeling that his emotion might be expressed inexplicably, Natsume hastily added: "And I also feel that their treatment of knotweed is too Feel free to sentence him to death without any refusal, that's too much!"

Gojo Wu couldn't help but twitched his lips slightly: "I'm not alone."

Natsume blinked, he didn't expect Gojo Satoru to say that.

"What I want to do is similar in nature to what Takashi did in Yokohama, and Takashi has also succeeded."

Gojo Satoru said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "You are my senior, and I will rely on your senior to guide our growing Wujo faction in the future."

Gojo Satoru didn't let Natsume notice his emotions, and within a few seconds of being serious, he knocked off Mr. Cat's paw, snatched a piece of yokan that Mr. Cat wanted to take and ate it: "Take back the preface, Natsume is the most gentle and kind person .”

Pretending to wipe away the non-existent tears, hugging Natsume and "crying" crazily: "Please keep it up!"

After thinking about the various paperwork accumulated in Wutiao's house, he said excitedly, "It would be great if Guizhi was a girl, and I really want to marry him back home."

There is labor for processing office documents for free.

Natsume saw through Gojo Satoru's implication, leaving a big drop of sweat on the back of his head: "Mr. Gojo will not do such a good thing, please give up."

Wujo Gojo rolled his eyes with a smile, and turned his words around a few times, and finally said seriously in an understatement: "Sir, please give me more advice in the future."

It is different from Natsume's honorific.

The "Mr." of Gojo Satoru is the honorific title for someone who Zhenger Bajing thinks that Natsume can teach him knowledge.

Natsume could always hear Gojo Satoru's implication, and recognized it with a smile.

"Absolutely no problem."

After a conversation, the matter about the Su Nuo container was revealed.

Gojo Satoru noticed some of Natsume's encounters, but he, who claimed to be caring, didn't get to the bottom of it.

Lying on the bed late at night, Gojo Satoru turned over, thinking of Natsume's words again, he didn't know what he was laughing at, and he smiled expectantly.

"Lonely?"

Too bad, if Takashi hadn't said that, I wouldn't have felt this way.

But it probably won't feel like that anymore.

Gojo Satoru felt more and more that it was the right decision to invite Natsume to Tokyo.

"No matter what you do, it really is much easier to let an experienced senior lead you."

In a blink of an eye, Natsume has been teaching at the high school for more than two weeks.

One person took three courses in the first and second grades of high school, Chinese, mathematics and calligraphy.

The second-year students had a long task. They left the school on the day Natsume took office and have not returned yet. Natsume is only in charge of teaching the first-year courses for the time being.

Fu Heihui has two more classmates, one is Polygonum cuspidatum who has successfully entered the school, and the other is Wild Rose who came from a remote country. She is a girl with a very good personality.

The three first-year students all like Natsume very much, especially compared to Mr. Gojo, who likes to play around, they feel like enjoying the spring breeze in Mr. Natsume's class.

As soon as the fog cleared in the morning, Natsume was holding a book and chatting with Mr. Cat about today's teaching plan in a few words.

"Good morning, Natsume-sensei."

Suddenly, Knotweed waved his hand and poked his head out of the classroom window on the second floor, greeting Natsume who was about to enter the teaching building downstairs, full of energy.

Natsume raised his head and greeted him: "It's time for class, Youruto should go back and sit down."

"Okay, teacher!"

Huzi shrank his head obediently.

Mr. Cat squatted on Natsume's shoulder and waved his fat paw: "Master is here too, why don't you say hello!"

The window next to it was opened, and Wild Rose's voice came out: "Good morning, Master Fat Cat~"

"No respect for Madara-sama at all!"

With blue veins popping out of Teacher Mao's forehead, he jumped up and went straight into the classroom on the second floor, where he punched the knotweed.

"It was Nagasaki who said it, why did you hit me!" Huzi with the big bag on his head looked aggrieved.

Teacher Cat leaned on the head of the knotweed and adjusted a comfortable sitting position: "It's the tradition of the teacher's school to beat men and not women."

"Besides, Madara-sama's beating is just beating, that's called love!"

Fu Heihui turned his head, not knowing who he was scolding: "Idiot."

After some fuss, Natsume had already walked into the teaching building. He pushed open the teacher's door and said, "Have you previewed all your homework? Class is about to start in 5 minutes."

When it comes to class, the three people and one cat in the classroom all quiet down obediently.

Natsume stood on the podium and looked down. There are usually three desks, but today there is one more desk.

With some guesses in mind, he pointed to the fourth table: "What's going on?"

"Shh-"

Pushing open the door of the classroom, Wujo Gou stepped forward with a long leg, and walked in with a Chinese document under his arm: "This is Wujo's classmate's desk."

Natsume smiled helplessly: "Then Wujo, please sit down quickly, we will start class immediately."

"Good teacher!"

The first grade trio and Mr. Cat stared at Gojo Satoru, and Gojo Satoru sat down on his seat with the cheeky face and turned his head to say hello to the others: "Hi~"

Wild Rose/Knotweed: "Natsume-sensei, do you want to be so used to this stupid teacher's rubbish class!?"