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"So you really did something to Mrs. Tsuchimikado?"

In the principal's office of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School, Noctuma Masamichi, sitting in the middle of a pile of dolls, was knitting slowly, and asked.

"Is it important?" Gojo Satoru boredly turned the phone that had been turned off.

It really doesn't matter, Ye Mozhengdao thought, anyway, in less than one day, Gojo Satoru's shocking move in Tuyumen's house has been spread to almost everyone, even if the upper echelons want to ban it, they can't help it, on the contrary , the more such a hot topic is banned, the faster it will spread.

No one cares who killed the prospective heir of Tsuchimikado. For ordinary people, in the boring and depressing working life, gossip about the strongest Fengyue is like an instant excitement. A medicine that rejuvenates the tired body and mind.

In the anonymous forum in the world, several high-rise buildings were quickly built in a short period of time, and several "informed people" came forward to tell their own stories, and they all broke the news about the "real things" they had heard and seen in the past few months, trying to spread the truth. The two shocking melons of "Wujo Wutiao and the curse spirit he was monitoring" and "Wujo Wutiao rushed to the crown-anger turned into blue face" were completely hammered.

No matter how many people behind the scenes are purely for fun, and how many people are contributing to the flames with malicious intent, at least so far this matter seems to be a final conclusion in the eyes of others.

Not long after Gojo Satoru got on the Shinkansen for the return journey, his cell phone kept ringing, and all of them came to inquire without exception. Afterwards, he simply turned off his cell phone to get his ears clean.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Ye Mo Zhengdao was also quite helpless, "You should be very clear about the purpose of entrusting that curse spirit to you."

"Don't talk about me first, I still want to ask those guys what they want to do." Gojo Satoru laughed twice, with a playful tone, "I just made up a handle that doesn't even count as a problem, just want to find a reason to do it to me gone?"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

This guy, who has been a thorn in his side since he was a student, still doesn't make people worry about it, and the degree of tossing that causes headaches has even intensified.

"Of course they have problems, but you have to know what you're doing!"

"I—always knew that."

"Then you are still acting so recklessly! I haven't settled with you for letting me go to provoke Leyan Temple before!" Ye Mo Zhengdao finally raised his head and angrily said, "Now you have caused these disasters again!"

"It's all trivial." Gojo Satoru waved his hand nonchalantly, as if chasing flies away, "Haven't I heard that there are too many lice and it's not ticklish?"

"Okay, okay," Ye Mozheng said, knowing what kind of temper his student is, since he has already got what he wants to know, there is no need to keep him. Go out to avoid the limelight, don't come back before the exchange meeting, I will find a way to deal with it for you."

"Yes~" Gojo Satoru stood up, "Then I will trouble you to take care of yourself, Mr. Yemo~"

If those people can't contact him, then naturally they can only find the ex-teacher and present boss of Noctuma Zhengdao.

"...Take that curse spirit of yours away too, and calm down for me outside!" Noctua Moth, whose temples were throbbing, blasted people out rightly.

The door behind him was slammed shut, Wujo Wu scratched his hair, thinking that he would definitely take it away, and recently he was worried about entrusting that little ghost to others.

When he came outside the house, Gojo Satoru called to the black-haired curse spirit who was squatting on the ground and didn't know what he was doing, "Let's leave Dazai, let's go home first."

Osamu Dazai, who was poking an ant nest for fun, threw away the branch, stood up clapping his hands, and asked, "What, are you going out again?"

"Yes, there is a mission."

"Ah, it's so troublesome~" Osamu Dazai shuffled behind Gojo Satoru, "I just want to stay in bed for the next week~"

"You didn't want the opportunity I gave you earlier, but you insisted on following. It's too late now." Gojo Satoru said, turning sideways, stretching his arms to cover Osamu Dazai.

The latter thought that his hair was going to be trampled again, so he hurriedly took a step back, but he didn't want Gojo Satoru to overturn his hand, so he grabbed Dazai Osamu by the back of the neck, and then exerted a little force to push him to his side.

"Hurry up."

Osamu Dazai was upset at being forced to speed up his pace, and made a malicious proposal: "If you cut off your leg by [-] centimeters, I can keep up."

Gojo Satoru just thought he was talking childishly, "Haha, why don't you think of a way to make yourself..."

He suddenly remembered that Osamu Dazai had indeed grown taller ten years later, just reaching the height of his nose.

Although Osamu Dazai was able to make up for Gojo Satoshi's unfinished teasing, he was surprised that the other party stopped inexplicably.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, "I just suddenly thought that when I'm not around, I still have to leave some homework for the students, um... let Qihai continue to supervise~"

"He is really a good teacher who is dedicated and responsible." Osamu Dazai poured cold water on him as soon as he finished praising him, "But doesn't Mr. Gojo know? A good person like you who has to worry about everything usually doesn't live long."

"Haha, isn't it?" Gojo Goto was unafraid, on the contrary, his whole body was filled with self-confidence and arrogance that the world would never envy, "It may be like this to other people, but I am different, I am very powerful."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai narrowed his eyes, subconsciously the figure of that person appeared in his mind, he looked down at the road under his feet, and said softly: "But he is also very strong."

But he is still dead.

"Huh? What did you say? Who is he?" Gojo Satoru didn't expect to leak a bit of information from the clamshell-like mouth of this little ghost. Even if it was just a few words, it was quite rare, and he immediately pricked up his ears.

"It's nothing." Osamu Dazai raised his head and smiled, "Too much curiosity is not a good thing, Mr. Gojo."

Although he smiled, he was very alienated, as if he had erected a solid and seamless defensive barrier at that moment.

In response, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, raised his arms, curled his fingers, and responded with a shudder.

"—It hurts!" Osamu Dazai hugged his head and screamed, the sound was obviously in real pain, and he got a chestnut for no reason, so angry that Osamu Dazai kicked Gojo Satoru, but except for his dark trouser legs Apart from leaving a footprint on the ground, Wujo Satoru was completely indifferent.

"Okay, I've kicked you back, so this is the end of the story." Gojo Satoru pinched the back of Dazai Osamu's neck, pushing him to speed up his pace, "Hurry up, we have to catch a plane in the afternoon."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

You are not in pain! !

It can be seen that Noctua Masato did put his mind to keeping Gojo Satoru away from the center of the vortex of public opinion, and the location of this mission was actually abroad.Although the location is different, this mission is not much different from the previous ones, at least for Gojo Satoru.

However, even though he dealt with the evil spirits in the nursing home very efficiently, he still missed his meal when he returned to the hotel, and had to order room service as a last resort.

This point hotel only provides simple meals such as udon noodles. Gojo Satoru—while eating the noodles—disgusted: "This is the worst udon I have eaten in half a year! The soup is definitely not boiled, It's all seasoning!"

Osamu Dazai ate the only remaining chocolate mousse cake, and said speechlessly, "Have you never eaten instant noodles, Mr. Wujo?"

"This is two different things! This is not instant noodles." He repeated the same old tune angrily, "If I didn't bring you a mop bottle, I- would be able to complete the task faster. Don't stand up and talk without backache, give the cake to me. I."

"Such a small piece of cake is definitely not enough for your battle at night." Osamu Dazai rambled, trying to persuade him, "You used to be used to being alone, but now it's different. It's been almost half a year. You need to get used to being with others. Partners to do tasks, such as facing this situation."

Does this mean that you want to hog the only remaining dessert? !

Gojo Satoru resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and didn't bother to argue with him, thinking that I'll eat my fill tomorrow and let you watch me eat!

Gojo Satoru had a big appetite, and after he finished his bowl of udon and finished his fried rice with shrimp and eggs, Osamu Dazai scooped out the cake like eating cat rice.

Gojo Satoru took a sip of ice water, and continued the previous topic: "I'm not used to working with people. I used to do missions with my good friend a long time ago."

Osamu Dazai blinked, and looked at the man who took off his blindfold indoors with his cheeks in his hands. Is this the story about the game console?He admitted that he was indeed a little curious.

"And then, why don't you get up now?" He asked along the way.

"Because I killed him." Gojo Satoru said in an extremely calm voice.

"It's really surprising." That's what he said, but Osamu Dazai didn't look surprised or surprised, "Why?"

"The ideas don't match." Wujo Satoru said simply.

"I see..." Osamu Dazai pondered for a moment, his eyelids half-drooped, and smiled as if thinking of something suddenly, and looked up at those eyes that were as clear as glass under the light, "It seems that Teacher Wujo is not only a good person, but also a good person. A saint who knows how to destroy relatives righteously, if it were me, if a good friend wants to destroy the world, I might even help out with suggestions."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The white-haired man leaned closer, looked into the boy's dark eyes that were like frozen blood, and moved his lips——

"Liar."

Dazai was stunned.

"I'm telling the truth." He pursed his lips slightly displeased.

Gojo Satoru sat back and said firmly, "How can you be friends with someone who wants to destroy the world? I can still see that you like pure people."

"..." Osamu Dazai was silent for a while, and then said, "Then you are wrong, and you are thinking too much."

After arguing boredly for a while, the two lazily lay on the bed to rest.

It was late at night, and Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of the hotel in a daze in the dark. Except for the extremely shallow breathing in his ears, the person on the next bed was completely silent, apparently asleep.

And he was thinking about this sleeping man.

Everything that happened before seemed to be led by the higher-ups of the high school, but in fact there were logically unreasonable doubts, whether their purpose was to destroy the marriage between the Gojo family and the Tuyumen family, or to teach a lesson— Xia Wujo Wu is a knife that is gradually out of control, but in the final analysis, they will not really force Wujo Wu to turn around and become an enemy of them.

Because they still need this invincible power.

Avoiding the limelight this time is also a default cooling-off period by both sides, lest the scene really get too big and it can't be closed.

Some people in the high school had a valid reason for killing Torasho Yuuhito, but killing Domikado Yota was too much, even if it was to transfer him away from Gojo Satoru, it would not be worth using this method. The one who died was the future heir of a big family.

However, it is not difficult to guess who is behind the scenes, as long as it is clear who is the biggest beneficiary of Gojo Satoru being questioned by Gao Zhuan.

——Spell spirits, or in other words, enemies of the magic world.

So, who would be the enemy that even Gaozhuan infiltrated silently, laid many chess pieces secretly, and played with everyone?

Osamu Dazai shook his legs and smiled happily.

Something interesting at last, he thought.

……

A few days passed in a blink of an eye.

On the day of the exchange meeting between the two branches of the high school, Gojo Satoru, who had returned from a business trip, sent everyone a present——

— A revived Knotweed Yuren!

However, faced with such a surprise gift package, except for Megumi Fukuro and Wild Rose Nagasaki who were in the same period, the rest of them didn't seem to buy it, not to mention no surprises, and some of them even raised their beards with anger.

They were more interested in the legendary Lanyan Huo... well, the curse spirit standing next to Gojo Wu than the completely unfamiliar Su Nuo container.

Among them, Gojo Satoru is a fan, especially Miwa Kasumi.

The blue-haired girl opened her eyes wide, and looked up, down, left, and right at the black-haired curse spirit, only needing an X-ray to give a 360-degree perspective without blind spots.

Gojo-san...do you like this type?A rare beauty indeed!

"Hey, let me tell you," Panda said to his two companions in a low voice, "Shouldn't we change our address in the future? By the way, what should the teacher's wife be called? Teacher's wife?"

Zenyuan Maki: "..."

Dog Curly Thorn: "..."

Panda: "What kind of eyes are you looking at? It's not appropriate to use ordinary language directly, right?"

Zenyuan Maki: "Enough...you can call Mr. Dazai!"

"tuna!"

Although the teachers and students haven't seen each other for a while, and the students have a lot of questions they want to ask Gojo Satoru, but now is not the time to exchange pleasantries, the most important thing right now is the exchange meeting, so the several parties soon parted ways.

"You just angered that bearded grandpa. He may directly ask his students to do it in a fair manner at the exchange meeting." Osamu Dazai reminded.

"It's okay, I did it on purpose, that's just right, Youren didn't train for nothing this month."

"It's really painstaking, but instead of participating in this kind of game full of unspoken rules, it's better to throw him into actual combat. I think he has grown a lot this time with Qi Hai."

"It's a combination of work and rest, and I also need to get to know my future colleagues. I think Todou Aoi from the Kyoto school should have a good compatibility with him."

"When it's time to practice hard, you can't relax. The enemy will not let you wait for work. Human potential is squeezed out."

"Wow, Dazai, what kind of Spartan educational philosophy is this?"

Osamu Dazai rolled his eyes, "It's fine if you don't listen, don't regret it when the time comes, great Gojo-sensei~"

"Yes, I will consider it." Gojo Satoru rubbed Osamu Dazai's head, "Let's watch the game now!"

The two chatted and walked into the monitoring room, and immediately received the attention of the people inside.

"Oh, is this that Lan Yan?" Mingming looked at him with great interest, "It's not easy for the curse spirit to look so human."

Gojo Satoru ignored the other party's teasing, picked up a chair and put it next to his seat, motioned Dazai Osamu to sit there, and then took out a few bags of snacks from his pocket and threw them to him.

Angeji met Gojo Satoru alone earlier, and promised him to investigate people in Kyoto who might be in collusion with the curse spirit or the curse master. At that time, she had met Dazai Osamu, and she was not curious at the moment, but seeing Gojo Satoru's series of behaviors , still feel eye-opening.

This guy... from the time he was in school—until now, he has not been a considerate character!

Is this a play, or is there really a problem!

Um Diva is not sure.

"Many people ask for a portrait with a lot of money, Wutiao mind if I make a portrait of this little guy and sell it?" Ming Ming asked with fingers twirling his hair.

"No."

"Tsk." Mingming immediately looked away without interest.

Not long after, the principals of the two schools also arrived at the monitoring room, and the team competition officially started.

……

When the accident happened, Osamu Dazai had just finished eating the last pack of snacks, he patted the crumbs on his hands, and said to Gojo Satoru who was looking at him: "Go, saving people is the most important thing, I can't get involved in the battle , come to me when you're done."

Gojo Satoru was right when he thought about it. There might be a special curse spirit appearing in the tent, and the students couldn't handle it, so they ran quickly with their colleagues under the urging of An Geji.

After everyone who was supposed to leave had left, Osamu Dazai stood up and walked out as if no one else was there.

"Where are you going?" Ming Ming, who was left behind to monitor the students' positions, asked without looking back.

"I'm full, let's go for a walk~ I promise not to make trouble, beautiful sister, keep it secret for me, I will give you the right to my portrait~"

Mingming raised her eyebrows, and raised her lips as if feeling amused: "Deal."

Ignoring the fight in the forest, Osamu Dazai walked in the opposite direction along the dense jungle for about ten minutes and stopped.

"What's the matter?"

"It's really not easy to find you alone." A figure appeared from behind the tree trunk soundlessly.

"Dazai-kun."