The strongest he will never OOC

The sea contains everything.

The turquoise waves puff through the sky and the earth, gently and slowly washing away the sad world.

A beach on the east coast of Kanagawa has recently become a popular spot for couples.Since the earthquake in Yokohama three months ago, an ancient Izanami temple suddenly appeared on this beach, swallowed by the sea at high tide, and slowly rising in the afterglow of the setting sun at low tide.

YokohamaScience made a three-hour special report on this mysterious phenomenon. Finally, a professor of geology at Tokyo University concluded that it was due to the uplift of plate friction after the earthquake, which supported the ancient temple hidden below sea level.

During these three months, batch after batch of geologists, archaeologists, and even theologians flew to Tokyo Bay one after another, marveling at this strange geographical phenomenon.

They speculate that the ancient temple was built in the late Edo period. Because of the use of high-quality wood and mysterious anti-corrosion technology, it can remain intact after hundreds of years of seawater erosion.

Three months later, the white line that symbolized the warning was removed, so it turned into a new tourist attraction in Yokohama. At sunset, there was a long queue outside the small temple until it was completely dark, and the sound of cameras and tourists The noise slowly left.

Next to the temple, a rare mountain cherry tree approved by the city government was newly planted. It was late spring at this time, and the tender pink petals were tightly clustered, like a cluster of furry doll cat ears. On the blue sea, the colors are gorgeous, just like the faint rouge of a girl.

Hiroshi woke up tickled by the petals of cherry blossoms falling on his face. His slender fingertips were twirling the petals, and his small canine teeth crushed the flowers into sweet juice.

The boy was wearing a shabby sea-blue bathrobe, with faint maple leaf patterns on it, which had been worn down to blurred by years of wear and tear.

His eyebrows are strong and his almond eyes are exquisite, his thin lips are extremely gorgeous, his skin is the cold white that many girls dream of, his hair and eyes are blacker than mud, and his soft hair falls on his waist, tied up in a mess by a red rope a strand of.

But even so, his face was still unbelievably beautiful, if it wasn't for the open chest in the bathrobe that foreshadowed his gender, it was almost indistinguishable from male and female.

He squatted on the head of the Izanami stone statue, and an ugly peach-heart mantra the size of a palm held the Ashigara mandarin on the altar, and flew to Hiro with difficulty.

In the daytime, I peeled off the yellow orange skin of the orange, tore off a piece and threw it into my mouth. It should taste sweet and sweet, but it has faded away because I haven’t eaten it for too long. It tastes dry, like white sugar of wax.

The young man bawled a few times, frowned and stuck out his tongue. This action finally made his appearance more vivid.

Angrily, he threw away the remaining tangerines, and the plump fruit slid down from the tip of the god statue's nose and fell into one person's hands.

Looking down, a strange monk with a ball head was standing in the middle of the temple, holding up a tangerine he threw down in his hand, tilting his head slightly and giving him a frivolous smile.

"Hello, Mr. Special Class, may I ask if you did the Yokohama Curse Spirit Riot?"

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"Of course I did it!" Gojo Gojo clicked his tongue, and his six blue eyes were a hundred times more excited than usual, "Do you know the faces of those rotten oranges at that time? It's like forgetting three Ashigara satsuma from [-], I almost thought bugs were going to crawl out of the creases on their faces!"

In the corridor of the teaching building of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse Arts, the spring semester has not yet arrived, and there are no students in the already lonely campus. Salute, walking backwards while talking.

"Enlightenment." Ye Mozhengdao has long been accustomed to the man's open-mouthed appearance, sighed slightly, and dragged back the topic of being almost run by [-] wild horses, "Since the matter of Maki's admission to the Zen Academy has been resolved Almost, it's time for you to deal with the riots in Kanagawa."

"Ah—" the white-haired man crossed his hands behind his head and dragged out his voice, "But the group of supernatural beings in Yokohama are also very annoying, the weird superpowers of beautiful girls and anime are what I hate the most. It is second only to rotten oranges, and as famous as green peppers!"

"If you are so willful, the upper management may impeach your qualifications as a college teacher next semester." Night Moth paused, "You know they have been dissatisfied with this for a long time."

"Yes." Gojo Satoru lazily replied, and suddenly showed an idiot expression, "But...what happened over there?"

The current principal of the Tokyo High School of Conjuration stared at the man with the strongest conjuration through the sunglasses, and after a while he said helplessly, "Didn't you read the information faxed by "window"? "

"Ah, that kind of thing—" Gojo Satoru suddenly realized, "When I ate pineapple buns, I dipped them in butter and threw them away."

"..." Ye Mozheng said angrily, "Didn't I remind you to be careful!"

Gojo Satoru innocent: "But the creamy pineapple buns in front of the station are really delicious, and recently there is a red bean ice cream filling, but generally speaking, I still love tradition when it comes to dim sum. conservative--"

"—so what the hell does this have to do with faxing?!"

"If I don't eat it, I will feel very bad. Maybe I will give up the Huairou plan and get so angry that I will squeeze those rotten oranges into juice!" The white-haired man took it for granted, "I said that the cream filling It was very full, and it would spill on my hands after one gulp, so I just wiped it with those pieces of waste paper."

"..." Ye Mozheng tightened his fists, and veins popped out on his forehead, so he couldn't believe the nonsense that no-lower-limit conjurers would get their hands dirty with bread and butter, "I'll ask Yidizhi to send you another email, you give me Take a closer look, and leave tomorrow!"

"Oh." Wujo Wu responded, took out the phone, and moved his fingers quickly on the screen——

[To Ichiji:

No need to send an email, I don’t know how to read it anyway, please tell me, Yidizhi, what to do (cat wears sunglasses.jpg)]

"You kid, don't rely on your senior's posture to let Yidi know what to do for you." Noctua Zhengdao shot out his keen eyes from the sunglasses.

Gojo Satoru pressed the black screen quickly, with a look of surprise on his face, "How could I?! Night Moth, is this how you usually treat me!"

"Because Wu is that kind of person." The principal waved his hand, "Okay, it's nothing important to ask you to come to the high school. Go back and get ready to go to Kanagawa."

"Yes--"

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【Record - Yokohama, January 2017】

[A large-scale serial explosion occurred in an abandoned building near the port industrial area, triggering a 4.2-magnitude earthquake in eastern Kanagawa. The "window" detected a large amount of mana here.Strangely, all the detected curse spirits disappeared without a trace overnight, as if they had been expelled by some kind of force. 】

"So they suspect it's made of summer oil?" The white-haired man was sitting in the VIP lounge of Haneda Airport with an apple-flavored lollipop in his mouth. He said to the phone, "Eat three hundred lollipops a day." Curse spirit ball, even that guy will be strangled to death."

"Of course I don't think he did it. What did he do in Yokohama with nothing to do? He conspired with the port mafia to sink the Japanese island?" Gojo Satoru snorted, "Is it because the surveillance captured it to eat the curse spirit? Curser There is also paid vacation time, isn’t there a very famous temple in Yokohama recently? Maybe that guy is going to the beach to relax—”

"Okay, okay, I get it." The man fell back on the sofa in the lounge without any fighting spirit, "But the efficiency of the director department is too slow, it has been three months since the explosion, if there is really some special magic spirit , at this time, the other party has already traveled around the world."

"Because of the obstruction of the supernatural beings here? I knew that these guys are as difficult to deal with as green peppers in fried shredded pork..."

Gojo Satoru lazily raised his head, and looked at the pair of blue eyes above him for a long time through the sunglasses. The cursing conversation stopped instantly, and there was a suspicious sound of hello on the other end of the phone.

how to say what come what...

The man slowly stood up from the sofa, adjusted his pitch-black lenses, and waved his hands in the air, "Sorry, I'm blind, where is the nearest airport exit?"

"Mr. Gojo?" Nakahara Chuya twitched his brows, feeling that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had received some strange man.

He looked at the photos sent over from the world of conjuration, the 1.9-meter white-haired man in sunglasses, with such obvious features, he would not be mistaken for anything.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head, and said distressedly: "I was discovered."

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth and smirked: "It's impossible not to recognize it like this."

"Ah." The man slammed his right hand on the palm of his left hand, "I said I should pretend, but it's a pity that the night moth let Yidizhi take away all my Halloween props."

"..." Zhongyuan Zhong also had the endurance tempered by someone for many years. At this time, it played a huge role. He had heard that there were many lunatics in the magic world. He took a deep breath, "If Mr. Wujo is ready, we can Immediately set off to investigate the ruins of the port, if something dangerous appears in Yokohama, Mr. Mori will be very distressed."

"No need." Gojo Satoru stared down at the orange-haired man, stretched out his index finger and shook it, "I am enough alone, and your following will affect my actions instead."

It was rare for someone to dare to speak out in front of the ceiling of mafia's combat power, Zhong Yuanzhong was also stunned for a moment, he felt more confused and shocked than offended.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and disappeared out of thin air in the airport lounge in the next second, and teleported to the bustling tourists in Yokohama Chinatown.

The current time is 16:25, and there are only 5 minutes until the super popular Chinese-style Liuxin custard buns will be on sale. The best-selling dessert in April on the Internet, he must not miss it!

The white-haired man thought so——

Then take 10 minutes to solve the trouble that I don’t know where it is now, and then go to Yugawara to soak in the hot springs and eat matcha ice cream filled with honey red beans.

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1. The main mantra of this article, other comprehensive comics are only mentioned occasionally, and have nothing to do with the main line~

2. CP Gojo Satoru, love stories will have OOC

3. You can touch five during the day, and the reason will be explained later