The strongest he will never OOC

The bell rang for the end of the last class in the morning, Gojo Gojo slammed the boring theory book shut, and he was happier than the students when he heard the sound.

"Okay, that's all for today." He announced happily, and after the students had left, he put his arm on the front of the podium and checked his phone to see if he had sent him any new messages.

Click on the avatar, and a [ghost OK.jpg] pops up. The little ghost doesn't know where he learned to post emoji, probably downloaded from the panda.

The man's fingertips jumped nimbly on the screen, and he replied "Be honest, don't go out", and found that he still had three missed calls, all from Fu Heihui.

He paused in doubt, and just as he was about to call back, his blue pupils suddenly froze—again?

The omen before the soul exchange flashed, and the dizziness came as expected. Gojo Satoru found himself standing at the entrance of the apartment, the door was wide open, and a familiar figure stood outside, the boy who had called him three times.

Fu Heihui.

He is in stocking—in other words, he pays living expenses on a regular basis, occasionally teaches physical spells and spells on a whim, and rarely disciplines his guardianship at other times.

What is he doing in the apartment?Shouldn't this brat stay in school and study hard on this working day?

Junior high school student Kei still has his prickly sea urchin head on his head. Although, like his scumbag father, he can be seen as a handsome and coquettish look since he was a child, but his face has an indifferent expression that the world owes him 100 billion , there seemed to be a hint of...shock in the dark blue eyes?

"Hui" almost blurted out, the man realized that he was still in Zhou's body, and he didn't know this guy.

He raised his hand and scratched his head, and was about to ask what happened, when he suddenly felt the wind under his thigh, and looked down stiffly...

Gojo Satoru: …………

That super little curse spirit is doomed today.

His favorite white shirt was wrinkled, as if it had been worn and rolled on the ground, and a pair of straight and fair calves were exposed under the white shirt, and he was wearing nothing except a pair of tightly covered shorts.

However, now he finally knew why Fu Hei was so shocked.

The man raised his head, and had an extremely long and awkward eye contact with the boy.

At this time, Fu Hei finally let out the breath that was choked in his throat, his cold expression gradually collapsed, and he finally pursed his lips and sighed.

"Gojo Satoru, that unreliable adult is really as perverted as ever."

·

Standing in the empty high school classroom in the daytime, the visual height and scope expand together, knowing that this is another exchange with Gojo Satoru.

Staying in the man's body, the coldness of the soul disappeared completely, and he stretched comfortably, never feeling so good.

"Hey."

There was a knock on the classroom door, and a woman with brown hair and brown eyes and moles at the corners of her eyes was standing at the door in a white coat, "Shall we go to the cafeteria and talk?"

It's over.

He doesn't know this human being at all, what are they talking about?Will it be revealed?

"Enlightenment?" Jia Ruozi raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing in a daze?"

Zhou pursed his lips, pretended to be nonchalant, and followed the other party out.

Jia Ruozi felt that Gojo Satoru was exceptionally silent today, and with his bad personality, he would definitely make jokes and ridicule him when he saw him, such as——

"Glass, aren't you really an unknown relative of the panda? The dark circles under your eyes are almost down to your chin, and if you continue like this, you will age quickly!"

Another example——

"Why do you have to wear a white coat like an ordinary doctor? Don't you get blood during the treatment? You must know that when a conjurer comes to you, they are basically missing arms and broken legs. It will be difficult to clean up like that!"

Another example--

"Glass, you haven't practiced gymnastics since you graduated from a high school and worked in a doctor's office. Even if you can "reverse the technique" and be stabbed, you can still be alive and kicking, but it seems that you are still weak enough. "

that's all.

It was all words that Gojo Satoru would say.

But today...Jia Ruozi turned his head and glanced at the other party, unexpectedly quiet, even a little restrained...

You won't be possessed by some weird curse spirit, right?

The woman shook her head, getting rid of the weird thoughts from her head.

"What do you think about the treatment method I mentioned yesterday?" Jia Ruozi said, "I went back yesterday and did some research. To completely remove the toxins in the body, it takes at least half a year to complete, and this is still in your day. The calculation is based on the situation of staying together for 24 hours. If it is a special method of treatment, the cycle may be about three months, and it will not exceed half a year at most. You don’t need to take too many moral considerations—after all, he is just a person. Curse spirit."

Nitrate paused at this point, always feeling that when Wutiao Wu mentioned the word "morality", it was like playing the piano against a cow, and the bad deeds that guy went beyond the bottom line were countless.

Hiro made a suspicious "Huh", and was a little confused when he heard his name. Did Gojo Satoru tell this human being the news that he was a curse spirit?

But what does she mean by "remedy"?Can you ease the chill in your soul?

Yesterday, he slept all night in a daze, and had another night of strange dreams. When he woke up in the morning, Gojo Satoru didn't tell him that there was any cure, but only stuffed a hand warmer infused with mantra. caterpillar to him.

Jia Ruozi glanced at the silent white hair, and continued: "Of course, if you can't accept the last step, simple hugs or kisses are still possible. The forehead, cheeks, and the back of the hands are all fine, as long as skin-to-skin contact is effective. It’s fine to touch, it’s not like you have to kiss.”

"Hmm." Hiroshi snorted covertly, planning to go back and ask Gojo Satoru.

During the conversation, the two had already walked to the small cafeteria of the college.

There are not 50 people in total because of the school teachers and students plus the temporary cleaners. The cafeteria here is more like a restaurant, where you can order your favorite meals.

The smell of food made Zhou relax a little bit. He turned his head and looked around. There were dense menus on the wall, and he didn't recognize a single word.

At this time, the brown-haired woman was standing by the side all the time, and she couldn't send a voice message to ask Gojo Satoru for help...

Seeing Bai Mao staring at the menu in a daze, Jia Ruozi didn't know what happened to this guy today, "If you don't know what to order, just go to the window and look, maybe there will be something you want to eat."

good idea.

Hiro turned his head, the black eyepatch covered the gratitude in his eyes.

He walked to the window of the cafeteria, and his eyes were filled with delicious meals... They all looked delicious!

The logistics of the high school is very good. After all, every teacher and student is on the line of life and death all year round, and the fees for entrusting tasks are very generous, and a large amount of them is placed in the cafeteria.In addition, the physical training of the students here consumes a lot of energy. All the ingredients are matched by professional nutritionists, and all the top ingredients are selected.

Otherwise, for this profession where lunatics run around and there are more dead than living, no matter how generous the benefits are, fools are willing to work hard unconditionally.

Today's meal includes A5-grade Wagyu steak set with optional doneness, small sukiyaki pot for one person, deep-fried tempura with nigiri sushi, and premium black pork rice bowl. Desserts are also freshly baked from a famous cake shop in Tokyo Small egg tarts, chocolate mousse cake cups and toasted caramel cream puffs.

"I'm going to buy a bottle of water, you choose slowly." In the process of tangling in the day, Jia Ruozi quickly ordered a simple meal, put it on the table beside him, and walked towards the vending machine.

Sure enough, there was something wrong with Gojo Satoru.

Nitro pursed his lips and chose a can of ice grape flavored soda, and bought another can when he put in coins.

——That man doesn't want to defect, does he?

Nitro frowned fiercely. She remembered that before Xia You left, she had been emotionally unstable for a long time, just like Wujo Satoru now, quiet, silent, and alienated, as if she was not interested in everything outside, immersed in in one's own thinking.

At that time, Wujo, who was Xia Youjie's partner, was sent out on missions every day because she had fully awakened the spell. As a woman, she couldn't talk to Xia Youjie all night like Wujo, so she only vaguely sensed something was wrong with him... Later, I got the news that the idiot was already wanted by the High Commissioner.

Jia Ruozi held two bottles of soda in his hands sullenly, turned his head to look for someone, and there was a flurry of panic in his white coat.

Home into the nitro: ...

When she didn't say anything, the man was just struggling with what to eat.

Nitro came back to the table. In just 5 minutes, the table was already filled with three set meals and a pile of desserts. The white-haired man sat on the seat and looked around, and waved happily when he saw her again.

She walked over expressionlessly and patted the soda in front of the man.

Day: "Give it to me? Thank you."

"You're welcome." The voice came out through the gap between his teeth. Jia Ruozi felt that he was crazy to worry about this person's psychological state. Gojo Satoru has no such thing as a conscience!

After finishing the meal in front of him quickly, he was not in the mood to talk to this guy anymore. Before he left, he just said, "Noctua asked me to remind you, remember the faculty meeting in the afternoon, you must attend it."

"Yeah." Hiroshi waved his hand, cheerfully dealing with the juicy steak in front of him, without even turning his head.

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On the other side, Gojo Satoru was not in the mood to eat at all, and went back to the bedroom to change into clothes that could be seen. When he came out, he happened to see Fu Heihui standing in the living room playing with the remote control in his hand.

The TV turned on, and the episodes that had been placed halfway before it was turned off continued to load, the screen gradually turned black, and there was a sudden panting sound from the stereo, each sound becoming more intense, echoing in the empty living room, and the lingering sound lingered.

In the lower right corner of the monitor is the title of the play "Spicy Teacher's After-Class Teaching Rules".

The atmosphere was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Gojo Satoru: ...

Fu Heihui turned his head slowly, and hesitantly glanced at the long-haired boy in front of him, "Sorry, I didn't know he still forced you... to play this."

Gojo Satoru: ……………