The strongest he will never OOC

It was the first time in his life that he slept on the bed, and he thought he would be very uncomfortable, but as soon as his head touched the pillow, he lost consciousness.

The warm quilt feels different from the water flow, and has an indescribable sense of solidity, just like the fine sand on the beach warmed by the sun.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sunlight comes in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a layer of warmth in the hardcover bedroom in black, white and gray.

Gojo Satoru squatted in front of the bed, staring at the Sleeping Curse Spirit whose chest was rising and falling for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand viciously, pinched his nose, and woke him up from sleep, "Hey, kid, it's time for school."

Zhou frowned fiercely, lifted the quilt to cover his head, "I won't go."

"No." The man threw off the quilt and pulled him up by his collar, "As a teacher, I have the obligation to supervise you. Playing truant is a very bad behavior."

He said it with righteousness, apparently he had completely forgotten the fact that he often skipped class and was caught on the spot by Nocturnal Moth Zhengdao in order to queue up to buy limited-sale snacks during his high school.

The young man opened his eyes full of impatience, and the black spell power emanated from his body like resentment, permeating the air faintly.

Wujo Wucai didn't care about him, the man always did whatever he wanted, throwing the student uniforms that were hurriedly finished by the high school on the bed, "Hurry up and change."

Tian struggled to put on his clothes, and his soft hair spread out on the bed, and he wrapped the rope a few times and tied it in a loose knot.

He asked, "Why is mine different from theirs?"

The inside of the daytime uniform is made of pure cotton, like a sweater, not only is there a hat, but there is also a huge pocket in front of the stomach.

"The teacher made a special snack bag for you." Gojo Satoru smiled, "How about it, isn't it very considerate, so I must explain clearly the relationship between you and me to the group of first graders today."

"Oh... what's breakfast?" Day has no interest in going to school, only food.

"It's a crab sandwich from the restaurant. Didn't you dream of eating crab?" The white-haired man raised his index finger, "Thinking about it, I haven't eaten at this restaurant for a long time. Ordered takeout."

Gojo Satoru's whim is very capricious. In addition to the crab sandwiches that Hiroshi is interested in, the three words "like" also include pineapple pie, steamed cod with truffles, fried eggs with fish roe, boiled rice cakes with honey red bean soup, and grilled small fish. And Japanese mixed breakfast.

During the day, he ate hard and solved 90% of the food. When the hands of the clock pointed to a dangerous angle, he raised his head and wiped his mouth, "I'm full."

Gojo Satoru braced his face, "Ah, we're almost late too."

"How long?" Hiroki asked curiously, he remembered that the principal of the high school scolded him for always being late when he was talking with Gojo Satoru.

In human etiquette, this is indeed a very bad habit.

The white-haired man stretched out three fingers calmly, "...three, two, one, late."

He stretched himself lazily, "But don't worry, your homeroom teacher Kusakabe is on a business trip to Izu today, and I will lead the class. Don't worry, I won't record it for you."

Zhou nodded and said hesitantly, "But, aren't you late too?"

"Ah." Gojo Satoru opened his eyes, "Yeah, I almost forgot, but it doesn't matter, I'm a teacher, and no one will scold me—"

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"So Wu, can you change your habit of being late a little bit!"

Zhou grabbed the panda's tail and was studying this big furry beast, when he heard Noctuma Zhengdao scolding from the corridor of the teaching building.

"I saw a special magic spirit on the road. I fought fiercely for [-] rounds. When I came back to my senses, the time for class was over before I knew it." The more firmly he said, the more he seemed to believe it.

"..." Ye Mo Zhengdao's forehead burst out with veins, and he fell silent because he was too angry.

"Ah, you don't believe me." Gojo Satoru pretended to be distressed and scratched the top of his hair, without any sign of repentance, "I thought the excuse this time was already very real..."

The silver-haired spellcaster sitting by the window flicked through YouTube videos, muttered silently, "Salmon." Then he put on his headphones.

At this time, Zhou had already stood on the stool and began to pinch the panda's ears. It was soft and soft like never before in the sea. It is indeed the No. 1 super cute animal in the hearts of mankind. It really has the capital of Israel to serve people.

Panda put down the comic book in his hand, "I remember Wu's reason for being late last time was a lie that elementary school students looked down upon helping an old lady cross the road. This time it has indeed improved."

Zenyuan Maki glanced out, not interested in being scolded by unreliable teachers.

The girl asked, "But why are you late?"

Everyone looked at the day, and the young man raised his eyes slowly, looking at the curious humans, "Because the breakfast is so delicious, I forgot the time."

The panda and the monastery looked at each other, showing a tacit indifference expression, that white-haired teacher... definitely did something too extreme, to force Zhou to follow him to tell such outrageous lies that can be broken at the first poke!

But they tacitly did not expose the day, Chanyuan Maki took out a cola-flavored lollipop from the table cabinet, "Day, you must be strong."

Taking the candy in the daytime, he showed a half-understanding expression.

After a while, Wujo Wu was let in by Noctua Zhengdao.

He didn't feel guilty at all, and waved: "Everyone, good morning!"

Everyone looked at him indifferently: ...

The time is now 9:50, two full classes have passed.

Gojo Satoru supported the podium, "Okay, now let's start the classroom teaching that Mr. Gojo loves. Today's learning content is-"

He took out his phone and quickly glanced at the message from Kusakabe.

"Today's learning content is... precise control of spell power." The white-haired man read into the phone, "Ah, this."

Chanyuan Maki frowned, what did she ask her to do in this kind of class.

"Everyone here, except for the day, must be familiar with the long series of theories in the book. In short, they are written for the sake of people's incomprehensibility, so today we won't go into details, just come directly Let's do it." Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, and looked sharply through the blindfold at the girl in the middle of the classroom who was packing her schoolbag, "Maki, you also have to stay and train together."

Chanyuan Maki pointed at herself with her index finger, and looked at Gojo Satoru suspiciously, "Me?"

"Yes, you." Wujo Wudao said, "Although the magic power in your body is negligible, all of us have to face the same magic power. When those things attack, they don't care whether you are weak or not. .” Speaking of this, he glanced in the direction of the day.

"So——" the white-haired teacher clapped his hands, "Maki, you are the target for Panda and Gouju to practice mana control today. While they improve the accuracy of mana control, you also have to learn how to survive under high-intensity attacks... ..."

"By the way, the use of spells is prohibited. That kind of thing is just the blessing of your talents. What I want to see is your real limit."

"Don't worry, please rest assured that you will try your best. Nitro has no field work today. If you are injured, the teacher will take you to the school infirmary very responsibly."

What does he call being responsible for this? !

First grade collective defamation.

Panda: "What about the day?"

"Ah, that guy." Gojo Satoru smiled slightly, "Of course I practiced with him, his spell power output will crush all of you into meatloaf, even the nitro can't do that Bring the dead back to life."

After hearing this, the three of them became slightly serious. They could feel the dangerous aura on each other before they saw Hiru yesterday, but now even Gojo Satoru bluntly said the terror of the boy, and Hiro's strength that day was by no means something they could underestimate.

Zenyuan Maki turned her head, and the beautiful young man looked through the window, as if he had been wandering away for a long time.

She pursed the corners of her lips, wanting to have a fight with the other party, to see how big the gap was between herself and the other party.

"Let's go, let's go to the training ground." Gojo Gojo snapped his fingers to wake up Zenyuan Maki's consciousness, "Please be prepared, if you don't practice until I am satisfied, there will be no lunch time."

The key word was triggered, and Zhou quickly looked away from the window, and saw the white-haired man on the podium looking at him with a smile.

What is this guy going to do?