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The pink Peach Heart Curse Spirit finally waited for the two to switch bodies, thinking that she could have a good time with her master, and wanted to go out with Hiroshi, but was ruthlessly stopped by Gojo Satoru.

The man held Pujiu's tail and waved goodbye to the day.

"Puff, chirp, chirp..." Why is it that the body in front of me is still the owner's body, and it becomes so scary after changing its soul...

The building where the meeting was held is not far from the suburban apartment, probably because the rental fee is cheap, so I chose to hold the event here.

Yidizhi Jiegao obeyed the instructions of Ye Mo Zhengdao, once the five seniors got in the car, he would directly start the car and drive from the apartment to the venue. This time, even if the other party threatened him, he would not stop.

The principal ordered that this guy must be sent to the conference room, and he must not be allowed to slip away.

The humble auxiliary supervisor drove tremblingly, and occasionally looked at the man behind through the rearview mirror. To his surprise, the man sat there motionless, neither saying that he wanted to get out of the car to go to the bathroom, nor making excuses to facilitate it. Shop to buy drinks, and then sneak away.

The car drove to the entrance of the venue without incident, and there was no mistake. Yi Dizhi even thought that Senior Wutiao was possessed by some terrible curse.

"What are you looking at me for?" From the day he got in the car, he felt that something was wrong with this strange uncle, and it was hard for him not to notice the fiery gaze.

Yidizhi shook his head quickly, "Senior Wutiao, let me take you to the meeting room."

He looked eagerly at the man in front of him who was known as the strongest man in the magic world, afraid that the man would immediately return to his original form at the next sentence, and he would run away without him.

Zhou glanced at him, nodded, "Let's go."

As a curse spirit who has just been exposed to the fifty-sound chart for less than two months, it is indeed a troublesome thing to look at the street signs full of Chinese characters and pseudonyms. Unexpectedly, his obedient behavior is like an angel descending from the earth in the eyes of Yi Dizhi. Quickly walk ahead and lead the way, for fear that the teacher who does whatever he wants in front of him will regret it in the next second.

When Tian arrived at the conference room, it was already full of people. The man with his unruly white hair and sunglasses instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Under the guidance of Yi Dizhi, the mantra found his seat accurately.

Although Zhou had never participated in this kind of meeting, he also knew that the atmosphere in the venue should not be so strange, and why everyone was staring at him?Gojo Satoru was almost deceived by him in the first meeting, these ordinary humans should not recognize his identity?

"This is... the physical education teacher from the seminary newspaper?" Ten seats away from the day, a female teacher took a breath and whispered to the friend next to her, "With this kind of appearance, you can really become an actress." You look so young, you are only in your early 20s? No, I will believe it!"

"But is he really a teacher?" The teacher friend next to him asked in a puzzled tone, "This kind of hair color and sunglasses will affect the teaching, maybe it will have a bad influence on the students..."

"Hey, it's not important, don't you guys see it?" Another person joined the conversation and whispered, "That suit on him is a custom-made suit from a European royal clothing studio. I have seen it in luxury magazines, you can see the pattern on the button, it is the logo of that luxury brand - I heard that the price of a cuff button is our annual salary..."

There was a sound of gasping around, and the eyes that looked at the white-haired man were full of shock.

"Then he may really love the teaching profession." The female teacher who spoke at the beginning concluded, "Otherwise, how could he not enjoy the life of the rich and do this kind of work that pays a lot of money?"

Everyone nodded. There are many people with lofty ideals and beliefs in the profession of teachers, but most of them are still suffering from leaders and students, struggling to survive with meager salaries and sudden death workload.

"Hmph, maybe it's a little boy." A sinewy male teacher sneered disdainfully, "We physical education teachers still have to rely on our real ability to speak, otherwise students won't be convinced."

The school where the male teacher works has just won the first prize in the national track and field relay competition this year. With his excellent resume and personal ability, he is full of confidence in the selection of outstanding teachers.

"But he has such a good figure and such an outstanding height, he must be the type who often goes to the gym to exercise." The female teacher retorted, "Just like this, his motor nerves are not bad."

The male teacher breathed out from his nose, "A woman's insight."

Although the rustling sounds of this group of humans were small, they could not be concealed from Zhou's ears at all, and Gojo Wu's "six eyes" allowed him to see the side situation clearly.

After the physical education teacher finished speaking, the female teacher blushed with anger, and was about to defend herself, when she suddenly saw the man they were talking about turn her head.

The round sunglasses are set low on the bridge of the nose, and the long eyelashes with thin snow are lifted to reveal a touch of cold blue.

The male teacher, who was talking about his great teaching achievements, shivered suddenly, and the creepy feeling climbed up his whole body in an instant.

When he turned around, Hiroshi had already withdrawn his gaze, staring blankly at the meeting schedule in front of him.

[Teacher's...four hours...with...keep quiet...]

Can't understand a word.

Hiro sighed softly, and pulled up Gojo Satoru's sunglasses, completely covering his eyes, hoping that this would weaken his sense of existence a little.

Now only the sukiyaki pot promised by Gojo Satoru brought Hiru a little comfort, just when he was thinking in his head that the tender sliced ​​beef needs to be boiled in the soup for a few seconds to be the best, the meeting was announced to begin.

At the front of the conference table, a middle-aged man with a big belly and gold-rimmed glasses read the speech in his hand.

His tone of voice was like countless fourth-level spell spirits holding hands and doing a tap dance in front of the day, not only did not arouse any interest in the day, but it was so boring that it was comparable to hypnosis.

Day rested on the table with one hand, relying on his sunglasses to cover it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"There is also the High School of Conjuration." The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses cleared his throat, "There is still no result this year, I think you can at least hold one or two academic discussions with the surrounding Buddhist academies, although everyone Believe in different gods, but the same goal by different routes..."

Zhou was startled awake by the words "Conjuration High School", and heard these words as soon as he opened his eyes, as well as whispered laughter around him.

Even the naive curse spirit could hear the sarcasm in his tone, teasing the other party's beliefs in front of the teachers of the religious seminary, no matter whether it was intentional or unintentional, it was very disrespectful.

"Ah yes, your school doctor surnamed Jiajin is alright, I hope what happened in the last meeting didn't make her too panic." Before the words fell, there was another burst of laughter, which belonged to the male physical education teacher just now. Loudest.

Daylight glanced coldly at Qianqian, "I don't know if it's good or not, but if you want to try the ability of a college doctor, I can immediately meet your request."

The man was taken aback, and his face became a little annoyed, "Is this the quality of teachers in colleges, who can't even make jokes?"

"A joke?" Manu Ling took off the sunglasses that got in the way, revealing a pair of cool eyes. He lazily elongated his voice in the tone of Wujo Wu, "I was joking too, bald man."

The black tide-like mantra quietly diffused in the room. Ordinary people couldn't see the mantra, but felt a cold breath running through their backs, and couldn't help shivering.

How old is the bastard in front of him to dare to yell at him, a senior in the education field?

Just as the middle-aged man was about to get angry, his scalp went numb suddenly, as if a piece of ice slid across the back of his neck, and firmly pressed against his throat.

He had a terrible premonition, as if if he said a word, his neck would be broken.

Under the gloomy gaze of the day, the middle-aged man raised his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on the top of his head with trembling hands, then lowered his head to avoid the other party's gaze, "Well, let's continue talking about the skills demonstration of the faculty members in the afternoon..."

Such a cowardly human being, he just frightened him a little and did nothing.

The curse spirit rolled his eyes in his heart, and withdrew the magic power around him.

"Is there something wrong with the air conditioner in the conference room?" The teacher next to him complained in a low voice, "It gets cold for a while and not for a while."

Four long hours finally passed, and Tian followed the group of people to the cafeteria for dinner.The meals provided here are really unpalatable. When I think about the sukiyaki at night, I lose my appetite. It is rare to swallow only one rice ball to be full.

As he munched on rice balls, he heard nearby teachers complain that the conference organizers were stingy.

After a short break after dinner, I went to the venue where the teaching staff demonstrated their skills.

Hiro watched with a sleepy face. The Japanese teacher made a haiku on the spot, the math teacher discussed how to combine a bunch of inexplicable letters to get a number, the physics teacher used small balls to do experiments, and the chemistry teacher used several colorful liquids to create Two seconds of fireworks - the same level that he could do when he bombed the Yokohama Industrial Zone building. The fireworks are tens of thousands of times more dazzling than this.

"Hey, next is the sports demonstration." The male teacher who had been hostile to him at the beginning came over, "What have you prepared?"

sports?I saw this on TV during the day, but I was not very sure about the difference between ordinary sports and gymnastics.

He hesitated for a moment, "What are you preparing for?"

The male teacher smiled contemptuously, "Of course it's a 3000-meter long-distance race. I was a first-class athlete in Japan back then. I returned to school as a teacher because I was old."

"Oh, then you are indeed a little old." Zhou nodded while looking at the stubble in a circle, and his indifferent attitude instantly offended the other party.

"What are you preparing for? Don't you dare say it?" The male classroom sneered, "The selection of excellent teachers requires a comprehensive consideration of student satisfaction and teacher ability. My satisfaction is 95%. You can't beat me no matter what."

Zhou thought about the materials Gojo Satoru had been preparing for the past few days, "Then I'll choose 3000 meters too." This is the most basic warm-up exercise for college training, and 6 minutes is the passing line. He didn't expect such a simple thing to be It also belongs to sports.

Looking at Zhou's appearance, the male teacher knew that he didn't take this selection seriously in advance. He probably was the teacher who usually stayed in school drinking tea and eating snacks.As long as you can easily overwhelm this little boy in the long-distance running, it will definitely make those shallow women blush.

Looking at his back as proud as a big rooster, Tian felt that human beings are really too difficult to understand.

He went to the locker room to change into the sportswear prepared by the organizer. As soon as Manu Ling walked on the runway, someone from the organizer came over and said that he wanted to save time and let him run with another male teacher present.

As soon as Hiro turned his head, he saw the other party showing a dismissive expression.

day:……

Sports events are often the highlight of the teaching staff's skill display, because only this can arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, and all the exhausted teachers will cheer up as soon as they sit in the stands.

The white-haired young man who was tying his shoes on the runway was really eye-catching, and the one who competed with him was a retired athlete who won the national 3000-meter gold medal that year.Everyone raised their phones, ready to take pictures.

The referee's gunshots rang out.

Day rushed out like an arrow from the string. To be honest, he didn't use all his strength, but ran at the speed of the panda's laziness during normal training.

He is not stupid, he knows that if he uses his strength to run, he will absolutely scare these ordinary people into a state of shock, and if he reveals his identity, Gojo Satoru will definitely angrily punish him not to eat snacks for a week...

The male teacher on the other side didn't expect the opponent's speed to be so fast, but he didn't feel flustered at this time. 3000 meters is a long-distance race. If you use all your strength in the initial stage, you will not even be able to lift your feet.

His confidence and smile only lasted less than 2 minutes, and when Zhou ran past him in a lap, shock instantly enveloped his mind-no, how can someone maintain a high speed all the time?Even active long-distance runners can't be so fast!

When Day passed his third lap, this guy's self-confidence completely collapsed, because he was easily defeated, so his breath and footsteps became flustered.And that white-haired man seems to be still accelerating? !

In the middle of the day run, he suddenly came back to his senses, and he put on a little bit of speed. He was stunned for a while when he was running, and he almost exceeded the limit of human beings. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

When the day arrived at the finish line, the auditorium burst into cheers.

The referee who scored the score was stunned, and pressed the timer in a panic.

Seven minutes and 21 seconds, almost broke the world record!

Daytime nodded without blushing, and returned to his seat.

Five minutes later, the male teacher at the other end also ran out of breath, but no one was paying attention to him at this time.

The male teacher's face was flushed, and he comforted himself not to panic. The selection of outstanding teachers depends on the satisfaction of the students. For this selection, he scored every student's usual score above 90 points, and then he got the far-superior score. 95% Satisfaction of All Teachers——

"Ah, that, five..." Zhou paused and smiled brightly, "My satisfaction is 100%, I forgot to tell you."

The total number of students in the High School of Conjuration is not as many as that of a class in ordinary middle schools. They are usually too busy trying to remove curses, and they don’t have any extra time for satisfaction evaluations. This is 100% done by Wujou himself.

"I'm the strongest, so naturally I can match the highest score."——That's what the man said, and then he logged in to his student account with a very low quality, and gave each of his projects a red mark of "very satisfied" lock up.

When Zhou walked out of the venue, Yi Dizhi stood conscientiously at the door and waited for him. The poor assistant supervisor listened to all directions, afraid that he would learn any news about the five seniors' troubles from these teachers.

Then he saw a white-haired man walking out of the gate with a golden trophy in his hand.

"Senior Wutiao." Yidizhi asked tremblingly, "What is that?" It couldn't be that he smashed someone else's trophy and bought it back with compensation...

"Ah, is this?" Hiroshi raised the object in his hand and smiled slightly, "The trophy for outstanding teachers in Tokyo, haven't you seen it?"

Yizhi:! ! !

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