The strongest white-haired favorite best friend

At the age of 15, Gojo Satoru was officially admitted to the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic.

The old headmaster tremblingly came to Wutiao's house to welcome the genius of the conjuration class.

Gojo Satoru waited expressionlessly for the time for the adults to meet guests.

For this kind of aristocratic son's character design, the bottom line of five enlightenment is 10 minutes.

Countdown to 1 minutes...

"Father, I'll go back and pack my luggage." Gojo Satoru quickly found an excuse to go for a walk.

Wujo Wu's father nodded in agreement, he knew that if time passed, Wujo Wu would reveal his true colors.

I don't know why my son looks so frivolous.Forget it, I hope that going to school can clarify his character.

Now Patriarch Wutiao happens to have some matters to communicate with the principal in private.

"I'm already very old. In the future, the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College may be taken over by Noctua Masamune."

"He?" Patriarch Wutiao was a little surprised, but quickly lost his expression.

"He is very capable and upright. He is the backbone of the magic world. With his care, Gojo Satoru will learn a lot."

"Since the principal has decided in this way, I have no objection." As long as Gojo Satoru's class teacher is not from the other two families, there is no problem.

In the yard, Gojo Satoru was lying on a tree branch eating snacks.

That's right, the dim sum was placed in front of everyone during the reception just now.

"Obviously no one will eat it." Gojo Satoru put another one in his mouth, "It's a pity that it's not sweet enough."

To be free at last!

Taking away the youth of young people is really an act that cannot be justified in heaven!

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In the early morning of the next day, Gojo Satoru came to the legendary Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College.

He remembered that his servant Gojo Yuzu told him about this school when he was a child, and there were many conjurers who were as powerful as him.

The moment he stepped out of the house, the temperament of the young master Wujo has disappeared, and now he is Wujo Wu.

But the huge campus is empty, is this really a school?

A strange toy bounced around in front of him, and Gojo Satoru discovered that there was magic in the toy.

Is it to let yourself go with it?interesting!

Ah, I really want to kick it!

Gojo Satoru thought so, and did the same.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru knew that it was not easy to mess with Gaozhuan Toys.

Gojo Satoru held his nose and followed the toy obediently, turning left and right to the classroom.

There are already people in the classroom.

An uncle with a crew cut and a beard stood on the podium.

Didn't expect this kind of person to be his teacher, does he really have no life in his hands?Like the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi.

Gojo Satoru slandered in his heart, or he should have asked him if he had a cousin named Takenori Akagi.

A boy with a round hair and strange bangs, wearing baggy knickerbockers, looks bad.

The other is a girl with brown short hair and short skirt, feeling a bit lazy.

"I am your homeroom teacher, Noctua Moth, Wutiaowu, Xia Youjie, and Jiarui Nizi. The next three will be classmates. Everyone should love each other."

"Brother Hei-Dao" spoke, and the three of them, who were still strangers for the time being, greeted each other obediently.

"Now I'll take you to the dormitory. There are few students in the school, and everyone has their own dormitory." The head teacher Noctua Zhengdao brought the three students to the dormitory area. "This floor is a one-year room."

"Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie's rooms are next to each other, and Jia Ruzi's room is at the other end of the corridor."

Wujo Wu chose a room at random, and Xia Youjie chose the next door.

"At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, gather in the yard in front of the classroom, don't be late." The head teacher coldly introduced the basics and left with a wave.

"What a strict teacher." Wujo Satoru started the free mode, "Let's go have some snacks while it's still early."

"Now? We'll go out right after we come to school?" Jia Ru Niuzi was a little hesitant.

The high school is in a particularly remote mountain in Tokyo, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

Is it worth it for a bite of dim sum?

"Together, if you get scolded if you come back late, it's my problem." The young master couldn't wait to push the two of them out.

He has done a lot of strategies, just waiting for this day.

Really like a wayward young master, Xia Youjie commented in his heart as he was being pushed away.

Yes, he was right!