The spell daily of the departed savior

[I have a very cute student. 】

After a big battle, the man wiped off the blood on the long sword, and smiled warmly when he thought of his expressionless young man who was as delicate as a doll: [Next time I go on a mission, I will bring Xiaoli to show Wutiao-kun , he is a gentle and good boy, Gojo-kun will definitely like it. 】

The white-haired boy was wearing the student uniform of the high school of conjuration, and his beautiful blue eyes like sapphires were expressionless: [Eh——Miwa, don’t you want me to take students for you? Let me tell you first, I won’t take the kids.Besides Jay, I can't imagine myself liking anyone else. 】

[I didn't expect that so many years have passed since I picked up Xiaoli, and he can officially join the camp starting tomorrow.It's so nostalgic, when he was small and so cute. 】The man sighed like an old father, and his handsome face seemed to be shrouded in a soft and loving light at that moment.

The white-haired and blue-eyed boy took a fixed look, then turned his head away with a snort: 【If only the old guys in the upper echelons of spells were like you, it would be fine. 】

The man paused, and suddenly realized that even though the companion who completed the task together was powerful, he was just a student who hadn't graduated yet: [Where is Wutiao-kun?What do you plan to do after graduation? 】

【have no idea. 】The young man took out his sunglasses to cover up those beautiful blue eyes, he was not interested in this topic: 【Conjurer. 】

[Well, how about Wutiao-kun considering the teaching profession? 】

Under the surprised gaze of the young man, the man smiled and said: [Teaching students, watching them grow up is a joy that cannot be experienced in other industries.Even if they themselves die, the students will pass on the teacher's beliefs and practice the future bright path, which is an extremely meaningful cause. 】

【The students I have taught have also helped the new king to quell the turmoil after my "death". Whether it is Gou Lang or Zi, they have grown into good children with firm beliefs. 】

The gentle look on the man's face when he mentioned his student stung the boy. He turned his head and looked at the sword of Damocles that was gradually dissipating above the sky.

After a while, he said: [I don't want to take the teacher qualification certificate test. 】

The man smiled and affirmed: [It's okay, I don't either, Xiao Li never disliked me for not having a teacher qualification certificate. 】

Not long after, the man who went on another mission always brought a boy with an expressionless face with him wherever he went.

[Wujo-kun, this is my student Wuli. 】The man smiled proudly: 【Look, Xiao Li is a gentle and good boy. 】

【...Miwa you, do you call your expressionless face gentle, or do you call this dangerous beast a good boy? 】

The white-haired boy refused to admit defeat: 【Decided!I also want to be a teacher, I want to show Sanwa what a real gentle and good boy is! 】

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"It's really been a lot of years." Gojo Satoru, who was sitting behind the desk, smiled and compared the height of his shoulders with his hands: "Back then, Xiao Li was only such a small size. Can't even see."

Wuli's temples protruded: "Mr. Wutiao, the teacher may have told you the scene where I met the teacher for the first time, but you didn't see me in the garbage dump, okay, I was 13 years old when I met you, don't tell me Memories that don't exist."

"Hey, it's so heartless, Xiaoli, I came so far to see you, and you treat the teacher like this." Gojo Satoru didn't even bother to pretend to cry, and there was still a smile on his face.

Wuli: ………

Wuli gritted his teeth: "Since when did you become my teacher?"

"Huh? Didn't Miwa tell you?" Gojo Satoru turned pale with exaggerated shock.

Wuli felt that Wutiao Wu was deliberately restraining himself, and he could accurately step on his anger with every sentence: "My teacher only has, and can only say three rounds of words! What are you talking about... what, what..."

But just as he was talking, he suddenly remembered the scene he had dreamed about.

'...The next time you go to the Conjuration High School to do a mission, go meet the teacher's friend.Teacher, I left you a present. '

Wuli's anger slowly subsided after hesitation.

Gojo Satoru saw all of Wuli's reaction, and happily raised his finger to himself: "It's me."

Wuli's sharp long eyebrows were furrowed, and he looked suspiciously at the conjurer, who was unreliable in visual inspection.

Gojo Satoru's background seemed to be flirtatious, smiling happily: "I'm Miwa's friend, and I'm the gift I left you. How about it, are you happy? Can you get such a reliable and excellent person like me?" People's teacher."

Wuli: "..."

He turned his eyes away, and pointed to the direction of the main gate of Honmaru with dead eyes: "No need, thank you, the door is over there, I won't see you off."

"Hey—why is this?" Gojo Gojo was greatly disappointed: "Michiwa said that his students are cute and obedient, but Miwa lied to me!"

The corners of Wuli's lips twitched, he really couldn't bear to see someone insulting the dead teacher—even the teacher's "friend".

"The location of Honmaru is not easy to find. Even the Toki no Government dares to step into the turbulent flow of time and space. Mr. Gojo spent so much effort to find this place, is it just to provoke me to read a joke?"

He straightened his expression and resumed his usual expressionless face: "What is the purpose of Mr. Wujo's visit?"

The harmless smile on Gojo Satoru's face slowly faded, and he sat sideways with his long legs bent.

When he was silent, the calm aura around him made all the curses in the entire Honmaru fear that they would be exorcised immediately, and even the Fusangshen subconsciously rejected this power because of the dark fall and dangerous.

"Xiao Li, do you want to come to the High School of Conjuration?" Gojo Wu tilted his head: "I heard that before you formally submitted your resignation to the camp, you have been warned and punished several times for acting without authorization in violation of the mission rules. That's it again. If you come to the High School of Conjuration, there are no such restrictions."

Wuli frowned, and was about to refuse, when Gojo Satoru continued: "I heard from a social animal I know that the retirement age of ordinary people will be 55 years old, although his own dream is to retire at 35 years old. But no matter How should I put it, Xiaoli is only 20 years old this year, and he is going to retire before I am older, isn't it a bit too much?"

"Do you just want to stay here and shrink up like a snail to live the rest of your life?" Gojo Gou raised his eyes and looked out of the study. Six eyes had already seen everything in the pill, and he sneered: "Just now Not long after handing in your resignation, has it degenerated to the point where even this little curse can’t be removed? Shall I show kindness and help you get rid of it?”

Wuli looked towards the courtyard speechlessly: "...these are the flowers, plants and pets I raise. Don't you know Mr. Wutiao, you will have these in the elderly care."

"Besides." Wuli said calmly: "Although it is definitely not as rich as the famous Wutiao family, but after working for many years, my assets are still rich enough for me to retire now. Although I have been working in the camp before, I have not worked in ordinary society. No, but I'm sure there will be quite a few people who would envy me for retiring at this age."

Gojo Satoru exclaimed and laughed, "Yes, I knew someone would envy you."

The conjurer didn't have the slightest awareness of being led astray by Wuli, he thought of Jianren Qihai, who was also a conjurer.

That starts with【Overtime is shit/shit! 】The student who is the creed of life often says that he wants to retire smoothly. For him, the conjurer is just a job that can save money.

So Gojo Satoru said happily: "After all, that person's goal in life is to save enough pension money to retire before the college is 35 years old, and then buy a seaside villa for retirement."

"Then I will reject Mr. Wutiao's proposal even more." Wuli said calmly.

Gojo Satoru was puzzled: "Huh? Don't you want to meet someone who has the same goal as you?"

Although Wuli looked at Wujo Wu with calm eyes, Wujo Wu somehow felt that he was being despised.

"How low must the salary of the high school of conjuration be, so that the ideal of a conjurer is to save enough money for retirement."

Wujo · Born in one of the three royal families · Rich in wealth · Never worry about money · I really don't know the exact salary · Enlightenment, I feel like I've been shot/arrowed in the knee.

His expression wandered for a while: "It's okay? Well, although I really haven't paid attention to the salary card, isn't it just a change in the last few digits... Could it be that the camp's salary is very high?"

"That's right." Wuli nodded: "Although my colleagues don't care about salary, most of them don't have anything to spend after taking the money. But it's true that the camp's salary is quite generous."

Gojo Satoru covered his heart.

"There will be no wage arrears."

Gojo Satoru felt a pain in his knee.

"If you work overtime, you will be paid a hundred times the overtime pay."

Gojo Satoru pretended not to hear.

Wuli lowered his long eyelashes, and said calmly: "After all, if I don't give me what should belong to me, I will find the leader, okay, okay, chat, chat—my colleagues and I have similar ideas."

Gojo Satoru: "Uh..."

——Principal Night Moth!Our high school is also like this, isn't it!Yes or no? ? ?

"Cough." Gojo Goku blinked his eyes, and became confident again: "Xiao Li, don't focus superficially on salary, you must have ideals and feelings..."

"On the first day I joined the camp, the teacher taught me." Wuli looked directly at Gojo Satoru: "Those who don't talk about salary but only talk about feelings are all hooligans. You can beat them directly without hesitation."

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Three rounds!What have you taught this kid?

But Gojo Satoru didn't care, the more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became.Just when he was about to open his mouth to say something, he suddenly paused, and then his whole body sharpened instantly.

"Snapped!"

The engulfing anger even directly crushed the porcelain vase in the study, and the curses in the courtyard were directly crushed to the ground.

Wuli raised his eyebrows.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then hooked the corners of his lips, and his deep magnetic voice was full of murderous intent: "How dare you attack my lovely students when I was on a business trip... Those old things are very courageous. "

"... Otherwise, kill them all."

The conjurer stood up slowly, his tall body was as steady and reliable as a mountain at this moment.

"I have some things that I need to rush back to the college to deal with. I can only come here today, Xiaoli." Wutiao Wu looked down at Wuli with confidence, "You will come to the college."

Wuli squinted his eyes, feeling bad about the conjurer's inexplicable self-confidence.

But he still got up, gathered the snow-blue robe, and sent Wujo Wu away.

Just when the two of them walked to the gate of Honmaru, Gojo Satoru suddenly slapped his slender palm on the gate and turned to look at Wuli.

The opponent's six eyes looked up and down as if trying to see through the soul, which made Wu Li frown his long eyebrows in displeasure.

"Sanlun didn't teach you well." Wujo Wu's voice was very cold, before Wuli got angry, he raised his hand and nodded in the air: "Look at your current appearance, Xiaoli—what's the difference with Sanlun ?”

The anger gathered by Wuli stopped.

"You're just copying and pasting Sanwa, what Sanwa said."

Gojo Satoru sneered: "Actually, you haven't understood those words at all, have you?"

Wuli's slender and straight figure froze in place.

After a while, he asked in a cold voice, "How much do you know about the teacher's death?"

Gojo Wumai stretched his slender legs and stepped over Zhu Hong's door: "Then you have to check it out yourself. The punishments in the camp are also because of this."

"All I know is—"

[When they die, they are all alone. 】

The red door slowly closed.

Between the narrow cracks in the door, Gojo Satoru lifted up the blindfold, revealing a beautiful azure blue eye, facing the gloomy black eyes on the other side of the door.

"The truth and I are looking forward to your arrival."