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During the lunch break, he sent a voice to ask Wujo Wu about his class in the afternoon. The man replied with a series of ellipses, and then sent a three-second voice.

"You can teach yourself whatever you want."

Although it was his own voice, it sounded extraordinarily indifferent.

Zhou frowned suspiciously, the other party seemed to be in a low mood, did something happen with the boy who suddenly appeared at the door?

However, the doubts of the curse spirit didn't last long. He took too long to eat, and soon the lunch break passed, and the bell rang for the first class in the afternoon.

Fortunately, the afternoon class is a first-year class, and he knows all the classmates, so there will be no speechless stares like noon.

The first graders knew that the two of them lived together.

Panda raised his hand: "Wu, how is that guy Zhou doing now? He replies with a listless voice, which is very worrying."

"Salmon."

Goujuanji and Chanyuan Maki raised their heads at the same time, showing great concern for the ignorant boy.

Although Hiroshi is in the state of a qualified high school boy in height and physical fitness, he always has a slender and broken feeling. It may be because his appearance is too delicate. The impression of being able to punch a hundred".

Zhou thought for a while, and replied, "He's fine, but he just has a fever."

"The physique of conjurers should be very strong. The magic power stored in the body will be quite resistant to the invasion of viruses-this is what it says in the biology book." The panda scratched the fluffy hair suspiciously. With a big head, "Although I'm a mantra and won't get sick, it's unbelievable that Hiroshi is so much stronger than us, so I have a fever."

Zenyuan Maki nodded. She has no magic power, but because of long-term physical training, she has not been sick for more than ten years, not even a cold. It is really incredible that she can have a fever to the point of asking for leave during the day.

"Maybe it's because I did something that shouldn't be done." Zhou replied vaguely, thinking that if he hadn't eaten the magic spirit ball at that time, he wouldn't be in such a miserable situation now.

The pure mantra didn't realize how big a wave his words caused among the first graders.

"Did something you shouldn't do?" Panda was the first to react. Male high school students would inevitably read some magazines or videos with colored content. He looked at the white-haired teacher in front of him condemningly.

Even...even if that guy Hira was voluntary, Gojo Satoru must have gone too far!It actually made the other party have a fever——

Hiro raised his head in confusion, but wearing a blindfold, he didn't convey this emotion clearly to the students present, instead he got three pairs of cold eyes.

what?He paused hesitantly, and suddenly remembered that he was taking Wujo Satoru's place in class. He pretended to flip through the textbook in front of him that he couldn't understand a word, cleared his throat, "Let's go out for training today."

Chanyuan Maki looked down at the textbook "History of Spells" in her hand, and then exchanged glances with the two companions around her to make sure she had read the timetable correctly.

This class goes out to actual combat?What is the actual combat?How did Michizane Sugawara, a stage performer, become one of Japan's Four Great Wraiths?

"kelp?"

"Yes, actual combat." Zhou nodded calmly, "Speaking of it, improving physical strength is the most important thing. It doesn't matter how many books you have read when fighting with curse spirits."

He has the most say in this sentence. As a curse spirit, he hates a guy who fights and talks a lot of reasoning. If he has that kind of leisure time, he will swallow a hundred balls.

Although the first graders were surprised, they quickly adapted well to Gojo Satoru's whims, put down their books and went to the training ground together.

Anyway, no matter whether it is a theoretical class or a practical class, it is not welcomed by the students. Compared with it, the class that does not use the brain is better.

As long as he stayed away from those crooked words, he was relieved. As a special class who had devoured countless other spell spirits, fighting was a common practice for him, a common practice in the literal sense—thus, he was completely capable of training instructor.

Zhou's teaching is different from others, he pays more attention to achieving the goal, killing the curse spirit requires one blow, so he is very particular about the speed and simplicity of the moves.If he could complete the same task with less energy, it would be the most worth learning method for him who stored mana for a living.

As a beast that has lived outside for a long time, he has a very keen observation ability, especially now that he has the blessing of Wujo Wu's "six eyes", all the information he has obtained is dozens of times that of before, and he can easily see the first-year students. deficiencies in movement.

"Panda, don't worry about whether you will hit others." Zhou was so frank that he was a bit poisonous, "You don't have that strength yet."

"There are also thorns, don't always put your hands on the neckline, the spell is very powerful, but if you meet a stronger super-level spell spirit, you will be crushed if you can't even speak. In short, it is better to upgrade first and escape The speed is better."

"And Maki, the movement is very smooth and powerful, but not concise enough." Hiruka adjusted the girl's posture, "Don't stretch out your hand to give the enemy a signal that you are going to attack. To be honest, a sneak attack is the best solution to the problem, or else Why don't you practice how to attack from behind? Your spell power is about the same as that of an ordinary person, and with such a big information gap advantage, it's easy to hide your aura."

"Just like this—" Manu Ling picked up a branch and poked behind his ear, "See, stabbing here is the most vulnerable part of the head when attacking from behind, and it's not easy to miss the position by mistake. Whether it is a human or a curse spirit, they will lose consciousness in an instant."

Zenyuan Maki nodded earnestly. Although a little cruel and mean, it seems to be a very effective combat experience.

Clap clap your hands in the daytime, he is very satisfied with his first teaching results, thanks to the TV series he watched all morning, in which the heroine who is a spicy teacher is very decisive in her teaching style, so she has gained the love of all the teachers in the office, among them Three young male teachers and one student all confessed their love to her. It is a very successful and educational plot...

After this class was the "faculty meeting" that the pretty woman said in the morning. After searching for a long time in the teaching building during the day, I couldn't find the meeting room.

"Senior Wutiao?"

"Senior Wutiao?"

After shouting twice from behind, Zhou realized it was calling himself, and turned around to see the person coming, "Yi Dizhi?"

Yidizhi Jiegao was holding a stack of documents, and poked his head out from the side, "Senior Wutiao, the meeting is about to start, have you forgotten which meeting room?"

Seeing that he really looked like that, Zhou nodded subtly, "Let's go together."

Most of the auxiliary supervisors are not only responsible for the release of tasks and writing reports, but also teach the basic courses of higher education, so they also belong to the teacher group.

Day followed the other party into the meeting room, Ye Mozheng was slightly surprised when he saw him, "I'm not late today, Wu."

To be honest, the principal was ready to call Gojo Satoru to urge him, but he didn't expect the other party to be so self-conscious today, not only not late, but also 10 minutes earlier.

Zhou shrugged, following the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, and sat in the position farthest from the right path of the night moth.

He turned around, and the person sitting next to him happened to be the human woman at noon.

"...Good afternoon." After hesitating for a while, Hiro greeted him anyway.

She seemed to be very familiar with Gojo Satoru, so she should be more polite so as not to reveal herself inadvertently - Gojo Satoru had emphasized several times in front of him that he was a noble teacher, and Mana Ling decided to play this role well.

He is already very familiar with the etiquette of human society, and it will be no problem to follow what is shown in the TV series.

Jia Ruozi turned her head in astonishment, staring at the white hair in front of her, what did she hear just now?Gojo Satoru greeted like a normal person with a tone so calm that there was no trace of sarcasm or jokes?

You must know that this guy was a person who called himself "Lao Tzu" in front of the night moth when he was in college. In his eyes, the word "politeness" can basically be equated with shit on the roadside.

In his own arrogant words, there are only people who respect him in the world, but no one who is respected by him.

"Have you finally gone crazy?" Ieiri Glass even began to think about whether her spells could cure mental illness, but she soon realized that Gojo Satoru's "reversal spell" was running in sync with "No Lower Limit" Yes, it is to treat the problem of overheating of his own spells and CPU explosion.

If Gojo Gojo is crazy, there is only one reason, that is, this guy wants to go crazy.

Zhou didn't understand why she said that, ignorantly seemed to feel that there was something wrong, but at this moment, Jia Ruozi had turned his head mercilessly, and began to quickly poke the phone screen to send a message to someone who didn't know.

"Okay, let's make a long story short for our meeting today." Ye Mozhengdao saw that everyone was here, and went straight to the point, "As a high school with a license issued by the official government in Tokyo, it is inevitable that we have to participate in the city's excellent teaching Staff selection, each school will push one person up."

Jia Ruozi snorted softly, and muttered out of the headmaster's ear, "It's this thing again."

Ye Mo Zhengdao knew that the group of conjurers in front of them had no interest in this title that ordinary high school teachers regarded as an honor. After all, even if they got the title of excellent teaching staff, it would not help them change jobs to better units.

He straightened his sunglasses and took out a small box, "Let's still draw lots as in previous years, whoever gets drawn, just come back after dealing with it."

"Why don't you go, principal." Nitro raised his hand, "I quit. Last time I was drawn to test the school doctor's working ability on the spot. Ever since I broke the head of the treatment dummy, someone has been secretly reporting my doctor's license. regularity."

Although it is true that she cheated to obtain the license exam quota, it is at least a proof of work after she quits being a conjurer in the future. She might be able to work in a black clinic after retirement. She doesn't want to be disqualified due to accidents.

"The name of the glass is removed, and whoever is drawn is left." Noctua shook the small box and passed it to the teachers, "The person who draws the red note is the winner."

Three minutes later, all the people in the room looked suspiciously at the white paper in their hands, to see which unlucky person was going to face the baptism of contempt by Mr. Pugao this year.

Until Bai Mao, who was sitting at the end of the conference table, raised his hand and shook the red paper in his hand, "Hey, is it me?"

The atmosphere in the conference room was quiet for a second, and everyone said in unison, "Draw again?"

Zhou raised his eyebrows in confusion, "I'll go if I go, what are you arguing about?" Why are human beings so strange, didn't they all look like they didn't want to participate in this matter before?

Ye Mo stared at this unreliable white-haired man, always thinking that he would do something shocking in front of ordinary people.

He hesitated for a moment, "Or again..."

"No need." Hiro crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the trash can, raised his chin, imitating Gojo Wujo's tone and said, "I'm the strongest and I can't handle that kind of thing?"

Nocturne is right:  …

"Okay." The principal waved his hand, "Report your position as a physical education teacher specializing in martial arts." There is no need to say too much about this position, otherwise he will really doubt whether Wutiao Wuyu's amazing personality will be used by himself The force directly lost the qualifications for running a college.

Hiroshi nodded in satisfaction.

The physical education teacher, he knows this, is the object of undressing and kissing in the stairwell after confessing to the spicy female teacher. In the whole drama, there are only scenes of kissing and then undressing. It is a simple role that is easy to play.

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After the meeting, there was no class in the afternoon, and it was rare that there was no task, so I went back to the apartment directly in the afternoon.

It was Gojo Satoru who opened the door, and Hiroshi lowered his head and looked at his height of 175, thinking that he was still too short.

"You're dead, Cursing Spirit." When Gojo Satoru closed the door, he whispered threats in his ear.

"What's dead?" Curse Ling raised his eyebrows inexplicably, caught Pujiu that was rushing towards him with one hand, and pinched its soft peach-heart tail.

As soon as he changed into his slippers, he walked into the living room, and saw the boy who came to the door of the apartment to look for Gojo Satoru at noon today. He was sitting on a pile of squirrel pillows, with a paralyzed face, and looked at him coldly.

"Wujo Satoru." The young man called him by his first name rudely. In his heart, there was nothing he could respect about this man in front of him.

Hiro tilted his head in doubt, "What are you doing?" He looked down at the real Gojo Satoru, and slowly took off the blindfold.

"Sign by the guardian of the sports meeting registration form." Fu Heihui was actually a bit regretful, he would rather not participate in the sports meeting, even if he was nagged by the head teacher for a whole year, he didn't want to know the secret affair of this guy Gojo Satoru.

signature?

Ah, that, he is very familiar with it.

Hiro nodded. Since yesterday's mission, he has deeply understood the importance of Gojo Satoru's name. During today's meeting, Ye Mo Zhengdao said something he couldn't understand, and he was facing the mobile phone below. In the remark, he firmly memorized the writing method of Gojo Satoru's name in his heart stroke by stroke, and there will never be an incident like yesterday where he didn't know how to write.

"Give it to me." Full of confidence, Zhou took the signature form from Fu Heihui's hand, and turned his head just in time to meet Gojo Wu's eyes.

The man leaned against the wall with a half-smile against the boy's face, as if if you dare to write, I will kill you on the spot.

Hiroshi hesitated, receiving a signal of a human threat.

He turned to look at the boy, "I'm going to find a pen."

"I have a pen." Fu Hei frowned and opened his schoolbag.

"No, I don't need yours." Zhou shook his head and made an excuse casually, "I don't use pens that are too cheap."

Fu Heihui raised his head slowly, looked at Baimao expressionlessly, "..." If this man hadn't spent a lot of money to redeem himself from the Zenyuan home, he really couldn't help but release the jade dog to bite people.

After finishing speaking, Hiroshi and Gojo Wujo went into the study room that had been transformed into a game room, and incidentally said to the boy outside, "Don't follow, I'll come out after signing."

Gojo Satoru took out a pen from the drawer and signed his name on the signature sheet.

Zhou stared at his handwriting, becoming more and more confused.

Man Ling raised his eyes suspiciously, "This is different from what you noted on my phone."

"Because it's a flower name." Gojo Satoru ran the train with a serious face, without the slightest guilt of cheating the ignorant curse spirit, and held up the list for the curse to see clearly, "Do you know that you will write this name on formal occasions in the future?"

"Ok."

"Okay, let's go out." The man handed the signature slip to Zhou, thinking that it would take time to teach this guy how to read, at least learn the fifty-syllabic pattern.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips just touched his body.

A strange electric current runs through the whole body from the position where the two touched, and the souls are exchanged again.

As soon as Zhou returned to his body, he was crushed by the extreme cold and almost fell to the ground, and was picked up quickly by Wujo Wuyan.

"You are too weak." The man sighed, clamped the boy under his arm, and was about to go out and get the caterpillar curse skeleton to him.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Fu Heihui standing at the door, and he didn't know how long he looked at it.

"I..." The urchin-headed boy looked away in embarrassment, he only saw clearly now that the long-haired boy didn't seem to resent Gojo Satoru's touch, and being able to hold him like this was probably a mutual affection...

"Give it to me, I'm in a hurry to catch the last bus back to school." Fu Heihui coughed, "I'm leaving, so I won't bother you."

Gojo Satoru looked down at Hiroshi who was lying on his chest like a koala, and returned the signature slip to Fu Heihui, "Hey, it's actually not as bad as you imagined."

"You don't need to explain." Fu Heihui turned his head, the indifference on his face eased a little, he nodded and said, "I respect."

Gojo Satoru:?

What does this guy respect?

For the first time, the man had doubts about the world. When he heard the door of the apartment being slammed shut, he grabbed Zhou's collar with one hand and tore him off his body, "Hey, why on earth are you wearing my clothes today?"

A caterpillar doll was stuffed into Zhou's arms and thrown to the other end of the carpet.

"Because your clothes are very fragrant." The curse spirit took it for granted, "And it would be even worse if you didn't wear clothes, just like last time—"

"Last time?" Wujo Wutiao's eyebrows twitched, "What last time?"

"It's nothing." The curse spirit stuffed his face into the doll, "You heard wrong."

Gojo Satoru stared at him suspiciously for a while, and after a while, slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Hey, if you're telling the truth, maybe I'll take you to a high-end restaurant for delicious food on a whim."

"Wujo Wu." Zhou raised his eyes, his delicate face was expressionless, "I don't have common sense, but I'm not stupid."

The man raised his head and scratched his snow-white forehead hair, "Hey, is that so?"

"Not funny, human."

"Oh."

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