Develop the strongest into villains

After returning from Gojo's house, Shinohara Toki also resigned and moved overnight, abandoning everything related to himself, and at the same time he cut off all contact with everyone he knew before.

He discussed with the Gojo family that he will disappear from now on, and the Gojo family will spread the news that he is dead, so he is a dead person now, and Shinohara Tokiya no longer exists.

He found a new mountain, found a similar abandoned temple, and lived in seclusion.

Limei asked him in private: "Why are you doing this, do you have to use this method?"

"What if I don't do this, do I want to watch Gojo Satoru degenerate into a villain?"

This is the best way, not only to let Gojo Satoru leave him, but also to make him the strongest, and to protect Shi Er and Hui.

"It's great, everyone's fucking happy, I can retire and stay at home every day with the dog in the sun, isn't it good?"

After hearing this, Li Mei had a complicated expression.

Gojo Satoru was stabbed by him and awakened "Che", so he became the strongest in decency.

At this stage, 90% of his mission has been completed. This is a phased victory, and he is going to rest for a while.

He likes the current life very much, he is free and doesn't need to be a social animal, but there is only one thing that is dissatisfied-he is still a poor ghost.

When will a rich man come to take care of him?

One morning a few days later, Shinohara also went for a walk outside. The weather in early summer was still a bit chilly, and the cold air breathed into his lungs seemed to be able to make a hollow echo.

The place in the heart cavity seemed to be empty too, empty without attachment, he didn't dare to take a deep breath, fearing that he would spit out a mouthful of blood sickly in the next second.

He will get used to it, but it's just one less child, he can raise another one.

"Then you'd better raise a girl." Tong Mo was angry, "If you raise a boy, then he will fall in love with you again when he grows up."

Makes sense.

After a short walk outside, he found a long trail of blood on the ground, running all the way to the end of the road and disappearing at the edge of the forest.

Are hunters hunting wolves?Perhaps a hunter had killed some large animal and dragged it away.

He squatted down and wiped a handful of blood, smelled it, and found that it was cursed blood.

He remembered again, as if he hadn't seen Rime all morning.

not good.

He immediately followed the bloodstains into the forest, and when he got to the center of the forest, he found that Limei was tied to a tree, with blood flowing from his forehead to his ankles, and he seemed to be dead.

He was surprised when he saw a person standing beside the tree.

The man looked up and smiled at him: "Long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Xia Youjie.

He was dressed in a robe, as if he had just returned from knocking wooden fish in the temple.

The last time Shinohara Totoko saw him was in the library of the high school.Many years have passed, his hairstyle has not changed, his eyebrows and eyes have not changed, but the smile on his face is a little more, and every time he looks at him, his eyes are full of deep silence.

He had long heard that Xia Youjie had rebelled, and now he was wearing a monk's robe in a strange way, and began to confuse people everywhere.

Xia Youjie said, "You are really hiding well. Fortunately, the monkeys I hired are more capable. They went out and searched the whole of Tokyo, and finally found your trace."

Shinohara was also puzzled: "Did you ask me for something?"

"To put it simply, I value your ability very much. Why don't you join me and kill all the stinky monkeys in the world? How about it, Nishihara?"

He was speechless, "My surname is not Nishihara, but my surname is Xiaoyuan."

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Nishihara, please don't take offense."

Although Xia Youjie apologized, he didn't intend to change his words at all.

"Mr. Nishihara, I heard that you are very good at making money, and I happen to need a lot of money—"

"Not interested, put Limei down quickly, he hasn't made me breakfast yet."

The other party smiled, "Don't refuse in such a hurry, you see, you need a shelter, and I need money, so we might as well join hands and get what we need. How about it, Mr. Nishihara?"

From the tone of his voice, Xia Youjie seemed to want to keep him, but he was very picky, and most people couldn't afford him.

"what can you give me?"

Xia Youjie put his hands on his chest and said in a pious tone: "I can give you everything, everything I have, and... myself."

I?Tsk, is Xia Youjie's body something he can have?

Who could resist using a beauty trick to seduce him?

He thought for a while, and reluctantly agreed, "Okay, but I have a condition. During the time I'm working for you, you are not allowed to kill people casually."

Xia Youjie was helpless, "It's here again, are you going to sell your hypocritical moral values ​​to others?"

He had heard of Shinohara Tokiya's temperament long ago, he was obviously a villain, but insisted on following some ridiculous moral values.

Shinohara also nodded, "Yes, I am hypocritical, you can leave if you don't like it."

But the other party readily agreed, "Deal."

In this way, he joined Xia Youjie's church, and two years passed without knowing it.

In the past two years, he was responsible for helping Xia Youjie handle various businesses, and Xia Youjie was responsible for raising him and meeting his material needs.

He secretly controls the amount of money he makes. If he makes too much money, it will cause Xia Youjie's power to expand rapidly, and it will also affect the development of the plot.

"My lord, from now on I will make money for you. You are not allowed to find those businessmen or entrepreneurs, and you are not allowed to solicit money from them."

Xia Youjie likes to find some businessmen to raise money, and when those businessmen are useless, he kills them.If he can replace those people, it can be regarded as saving the lives of those people in disguise.

The other party agreed without thinking, "No problem, I will dismiss the group of monkeys under my command."

Xia Youjie thinks highly of him and indulges him, at least on the surface.

This attitude infected the rest of the people. The two children, Nanako and Mimiko, were indifferent and quickly became familiar with him, but the rest of the people thought that his efforts were not worthy of this kind of treatment.

Xia Youjie noticed this and persuaded his subordinates seriously: "Believe me, one Shiya Shinohara is more effective than ten monkeys."

In the next few days, Xia Youjie took him around restaurants in Tokyo.

He and Xia Youjie got along pretty well, flirting and bickering with each other occasionally, but they stopped there and did not take any further actions.

He is still greedy for Xia Youjie's body, but he is not in the mood to fall in love now.

The last place they settled was a Chinese restaurant. He was feasting on a plate of lobster. Xia Youjie sat across from him, looking at him with a half-smile the whole time, but the food in front of him remained motionless.

"Like to eat this?"

"Nonsense, it feels good to be supported by rich people."

In the past, he lived frugally, bought discounted food from supermarkets every day, and collected discount coupons from supermarkets all day long. As long as there was no spoilage, he could make vegetables into his stomach.

"Don't eat the plate too clean." Xia Youjie turned his face gently, and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth for him, "You will be laughed at like this."

There was still a third of the food on his plate, but Xia Youjie ruthlessly removed the plate and asked the waiter to bring a new one.

"Hey, don't go, don't waste food."

The other party sighed, "Were you poor before?"

"It's not that exaggerated. I haven't saved much money, but it's okay to fill my stomach."

The other party chuckled, "Isn't that the poor? Only the poor take filling their stomachs as their goal."

Xia Youjie's words were very gentle, but there was a breath of beating.

"However, although living a poor life, Wu seems to have never complained. He likes to live a poor life with you very much. I heard that you have lived together for five years?"

These words instantly made him lose his appetite.

He said that he didn't want to talk about Wujo Wu, but Xia Youjie ignored it, "Of course, Wujo hates you now because you stabbed him in the face two years ago."

What, Xia Youjie said "enlightenment" one by one, calling him so affectionately.

He scowled, "What do you want to say?"

The other party smiled sinisterly, "You, do you want to see Jianwu?"

At that moment, his heart throbbed, but he subconsciously shook his head.

Gojo Satoru is living very well now. He is the heir of the Gojo family, a decent hope, has the strongest title, is full of vigor, and can be called the proud son of heaven.

"What are you doing seeing him? I want to live a few more years."

"Nishihara—"

"My name is Shinohara."

"Okay, Nishihara, I have a task for you, would you like to change your identity and sneak into the high school?"

Changing his identity to sneak into the high school, is that what he meant?Then he might as well stab himself to death with a knife.

He felt that the meal could be over, so he yelled "pay the bill".

"Nishihara, think about it. The high school is one of the mainstays in the magic world. I need someone to sneak into the high school and collect some information for me."

"No." He showed a weak and helpless look, "My lord, I have sacrificed my life for you for two years, are you really willing to send me to the high school to die?"

The other party was unmoved, "Besides me, you should be the person who knows Gaozhuan best, and you can also use magic to change your voice."

"You're quite thoughtful."

Shinohara Toki also wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was not a bad thing.

Xia Youjie has repeatedly expressed the idea of ​​going to the high school to kill people. If he goes to the high school to guard, it can prevent Xia Youjie from sending people to make trouble.

However, to go to the high school in his current capacity is to seek his own death, and he will die at the hands of Gojo Satoru, absolutely.

"I'm Gojo Satoru's enemy, what do you think he will do when he sees me?"

"That's right, so we need a little skill."

As Xia Youjie said, he took out a necklace-shaped item and handed it to him.

He felt that the necklace had a strange hand feel, so he asked, "What is it made of?"

"Nightmare eyeballs."

"Nightmare?"

"Yes, Nightmare is the ghost you brought. He has the ability to create hallucinations and dreams, so the necklace made of his eyeballs also has a hypnotic effect. As long as you wear this necklace, it can automatically Hypnotize and confuse those around you."

"How to say?"

"People who are hypnotized will automatically ignore your appearance, and they will imagine your face as another strange person, including Gojo Satoru."

Shinohara Toki also stroked the necklace, "It's very interesting."

"Look, you also think it's very interesting, Nishihara, go, treat it as participating in a game, just have fun."

"My fucking surname is Nishihara."

"Understood, Nishihara."

Shinohara also dropped the bowl and chopsticks, "Heh, if I didn't see how handsome you are, I would have beat you up."

A month later, Toki Shinohara also took the high-speed train to Tokyo.

It was afternoon, and there were few people in the running car. Under the sunlight, the whole car became backlit, as transparent as glass.

Want to see Wujo Wu?

Oh, I don't expect it at all.

He looked into the distance, the smoke and clouds were like weaving, the setting sun fell from the mountainside little by little, and occasionally there were a few shadows passing through the sun barrier on the horizon, they were the returning birds.

Until someone came over, sat next to him, and handed him a paper bag.

"Your identity information is in there." The man whispered to him, "You are a third-year freshman transferred from an overseas branch school to a college, and you will be the third-year discipline committee member."

He will enter the high school under the pseudonym "Nishihara Yusaku".

Yusaku Nishihara, this unfortunate name was given to him by Xia Youjie, who stubbornly called him "Nishihara".

"By the way, why do colleges need discipline committee members? Are the students there difficult to discipline?"

"Of course, the group of students who smoked, drank, fought and skipped classes will never be lost, so a tough person is needed to manage them."

The person with tough means, that person is him.

This time I'm pretending to be a student, so the workload shouldn't be that heavy, right?

He came to the street near the high school in the afternoon, and a certain assistant supervisor named Yidizhi came to pick him up by car.

After getting off the car, he thanked Yidi: "Uncle, you have worked hard, thank you."

"Uncle?" The other party was dissatisfied, "I'm only 19 years old this year."

"Hey?"

He quickly apologized, Yidizhi pushed his glasses sadly, "Forget it, don't worry about it."

Is it so hard to be an assistant supervisor of a high school?This Mr. Yidizhi is only 19 years old, but his face is extremely vicissitudes, and he looks like he has been devastated.

On his way to the classroom, he passed by the playground and saw a group of people playing basketball there. Boys and girls gathered bustlingly, engaging in recreational activities for young people.

Originally there were not many students in the high school, but Toki Shinohara also secretly found many students with talent for spells and subsidized their enrollment, so the number of students in the high school was much higher than before.

It is precisely because there are too many students that the management is loose and the students are indisciplined.

The original high school houses were relatively dilapidated, and it was also because of his secret donations that these newly renovated houses and classrooms were available.

He is responsible for the high school's excitement now, but it's a pity that no one knows.

After entering the school, he immediately went to report to the third-grade head teacher Noctuma Zhengdao.

"Are you the transfer student?" Noctua looked at him rightly, showing a worried expression, "Can you really do it?"

Shinohara Shi is also of average height, with only a little muscular lines showing slightly under the shirt. No matter how you look at it, his momentum is very weak, and he doesn't look like he can intimidate bad students.

But he nodded, "Teacher, don't worry, I am very good at teaching disobedient children."

"However, the students in the third grade are very difficult to discipline. What if you can't teach them?"

"If I really can't teach those children well, then I will tie them up and throw them into the sea, and then persuade their parents to give birth to another one."

"This--"

Seeing the other party's surprised expression, he couldn't help but smile, "It's just a joke."

Noctua Moth nodded embarrassingly, "Student Nishihara, I'm sorry to trouble you. These students are really outrageous, especially Wu, I'm afraid you will have to spend a lot of thought."

Gojo Satoru, he will get along well with this little brat.

He went back to the playground, stood on the steps next to the field, and shouted angrily: "All the third graders, go back to the classroom!"

He was ignored, the boys were too busy playing ball and the girls were so busy cheerleading that they didn't pay any attention to his shouting.

At this moment, a basketball flew over and landed at his feet.

"Hey—" someone shouted in the distance, "throw us the ball."

Shinohara also picked up the ball, but instead of returning it to them, he tossed it casually and filled a long-distance perfect hollow basket.

Everyone had never seen a slam dunk at such a distance before, and they were dumbfounded.

Taking advantage of the silence of the crowd on the court, he shouted again: "Who is in the third grade?"

Everyone was shocked by his move just now, and saw that his speech and behavior were unusual, so they raised their hands sparingly.

"Very well, all the third graders, go back to the classroom now, I want to roll the roll."

Ten minutes later, Shinohara Totoki also came to the classroom, only to find that only a few students came here.

"What about the others? Call the rest of the people to come, otherwise we will sit here until everyone is full."

Everyone complained, but they were serious when they saw Xiao Yuan, so they called to inform them one after another. Not long after, the rest of the people arrived one after another.

"Who else hasn't come?"

"Wu Tiao hasn't come yet, don't bother waiting for him, he won't attend this kind of meeting."

It really is his usual style.

"Well, let me introduce myself first. I am a freshman. My name is Yusaku Nishihara. I will be one of you from now on. At the same time, I will serve as the discipline committee member of the third grade, responsible for correcting your behavior and discipline."

Everyone was originally impatient, but after hearing his unhurried voice, they suddenly calmed down, and began to stare at his face in a daze.

He is very young, very approachable, and has an outstanding appearance. There is no reason not to be likable.

Although no one recognized his face, his own charm was still effective.

"Commissioner?" Jia Ruozi lit a cigarette, his tone full of sympathy, "Gojo's new toy is here again, and here is another person who will be played by Gojo Satoru between applause..."

Shinohara Toki also threw a piece of chalk, and hit the smoke in Glass's hand without any mistakes, extinguishing it.

"From now on, you are not allowed to bring cigarettes into the classroom, okay, my classmate?"

Glass stared at the extinguished smoke in a daze, and when she heard Shinohara Shi also asked, "Where is that Gojo classmate now?"

"You want to find him? I advise you not to take the initiative to touch the wall. You have seen Yidi. He is only 19 years old this year, and the one who was tortured by Wujo is as old as 90 years old. He has become a grandfather."

What did Gojo Satoru do to torture Mr. Yijichi so vicissitudes.

He came to a classroom in a remote place and found Wujo Satoru who was taking a nap.

The other party was lying on a table in front of the window, wearing a casual T-shirt, sleeping with his face on his arms, sunglasses hanging loosely on the bridge of his nose, revealing thick white eyelashes.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and he was swallowed by the sunlight from head to toe, and his entire body melted into the transparent air.

Shinohara Shi also walked over quietly, stared at the other person's face, and stared blankly for a while.

He grew taller again.

Not only the height, but also the lines of the facial features have gradually become tougher. The childishness of the underage is still there, but it has been reduced a lot.

The 20-year-old Gojo Satoru, is he really grown up now?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached out to rub the other person's hair, but when he raised his hand, he missed it.

Because the other party had already woken up, she asked him coldly: "What are you doing?"

Lazy words, a more mature and steady voice than when I was a child, made that familiar feeling disappear immediately.

He didn't know what to say, he was in a daze for a while, and then the other party's voice interrupted him, "Who are you?"

Gojo Satoru didn't recognize him, that's good.

He collected himself and introduced himself.

"Commissioner?" The other party listened carefully to his voice, and suddenly showed a vigilant expression, "Wait, your voice is a bit familiar, have we met somewhere before?"

Shinohara Shi also felt his heart tighten, and immediately changed the topic.

"Student Wutiao, you are the only one who didn't attend the meeting in the third grade. Do you think you are special?"

Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses, took a bite of Kikufu with one hand, and said in a nonchalant tone, "Yes, I am special."

Xiao Yuanshi also saw that he was so arrogant and rude, rolled up the book in his hand, and wanted to hit him on the head.

But the opponent opened no lower limit, and he couldn't hit.

"Oh, I can't hit it~" Gojo Satoru showed a gloating face, "I can't hit it no matter what~"

"..."

No wonder this little bastard is so crazy. He is so strong, but he only wants to violate school discipline.

"Master Disciplinary Committee, you may not understand the situation. I am a bad student and I am not bound by school rules~"

"..."

He was proud of himself, but Shinohara Tokiya suddenly stretched out his hand, knocking off Kikufuku from his hand with a "snap".

The piece of Xijiufu was smashed and stuck to the floor, and the pulp inside flowed all over the floor.

"Heh." Shinohara Shi also sneered, "If I can't hit you, can I still miss your snacks?"

Gojo Gojo was stunned, first in a daze, then frowned.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Shinohara Shi also hugged the book, with a regretful tone, "It hurts?"

The other party looked at him in surprise, "Are you crazy? Why are you treating it so cruelly? It hasn't been out of the oven for long, and it's still a child."

It's just a broken snack, but it's so tragically described.

"Student Wutiao, I am learning from you. Are you satisfied with being a bad student like you?"

"..."

"I know Wutiao likes to be a bad student, but coincidentally, I'm also very good at being a bad guy. It seems that we will have to deal with each other frequently in the future."

"..."

"How about it, do you want to listen to my teachings in the future?"

"Don't even think about it." Gojo Satoru put one hand in his pocket and walked out, gnashing his teeth, "Whether you are a discipline committee member or not, don't let me be your obedient student."

"Hey, Gojo-san, where are you going?"

"Xi Jiufu is dead, I'm going to bury it, don't follow me, murderer."

Shinohara Toki also looked at the back of the other party leaving angrily, and laughed for a long time.

This little brat is much more stable than before, but he is still very unreliable.

It seems that school life is not as bad as he thought. From now on, he can pretend to be a student here with peace of mind, which is better than being a social animal before.