The strongest he will never OOC

The pixel hero on the screen made a one-hit combo, and knocked out the matching online partner with one move. Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue happily, moving his knuckles that had been holding the handle for a long time.

The last gold trophy for fifty consecutive victories is in hand, and the golden pixel trophy on the shining screen flies from the sky, accompanied by the crackling and cheering BGM, slowly zooming in, zooming in again——

The man stared at the golden trophy in his hand and fell into deep thought. Although he just had a premonition of his soul returning to his place, what the hell is this thing?

Yidizhi Jiegao didn't realize that there was a new soul under the shell at all, and he was still rambling excitedly: "Principal Ye Moth will be very happy, Senior Wutiao, I didn't expect that you are not only powerful, but also highly praised by Gaozhuan. You are so dedicated to work..."

Gojo Satoru decided not to speak, he turned over the bottom of the trophy in silence, the words "Gojo Satoru" engraved on the scene seemed to be joking with him.

——That brat in the daytime...

The man froze, and suddenly remembered what the boy said to him when he left in the morning——

[Don't worry Gojo Satoru, I will definitely perform well! 】

In a way, Day is really good, too good.

Forget it, it's just a trophy anyway, he has done so many things on a whim, no one would suspect that he is possessed by a curse just because of this kind of thing.

Zhou waited for a long time at home holding the curse, and after countless times pushing away Pu Chiu who wanted to cling to him, he finally heard the door lock ring.

He stared at the white-haired man who entered the door with a trophy, "How about it, I'm doing well, praise me, praise me" all over his face...

Gojo Satoru almost mistook this guy into a stupid husky pup, put the trophy on the cabinet in the entrance, clapped his hands viciously under Hiruru's expectant eyes, and messed up his long hair.

"Sukiyaki—" Hiroki dragged out his voice, thinking of delicious food, he didn't even care about Gojo Satoru messing with his hair.

Gojo Satoru had already reserved a seat, and took Hiroshi directly into the semi-concealed box.

There is less than a week until the start date of the high school, and the leisurely summer vacation life is coming to an end. As soon as the students are in class, the adult conjurers have to shoulder heavier responsibilities and more workload.

Staring at the bubbling casserole during the day, the hunger that was not full at noon rose instantly, and the eyes gleamed with greed.

The top-quality wagyu beef is tender and juicy, the radish is sweet and refreshing, and the sea shrimp is fresh and springy... Manju slurped the last piece of beef and burped lightly.

"Do you want another one?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Zhou shook his head, "I'm full."

The waitress standing by the side breathed a sigh of relief. This guest had already eaten twice as much as an ordinary person. If there were no cameras around, she would have thought it was a new idol with a big appetite launched by a star company.

"Hey." The white-haired man raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "I don't have a good appetite today." Normally, he would eat at least four servings of something he likes during the day, but he was so restrained today.

Waitress: Poor appetite? ?Is this human? ? ?

But Hiruki was indeed full, and when Gojo Gojo finished paying the bill, he refused to ask him if he would go to the nearby convenience store to buy grape ice.

"A little sleepy." Hiroshi rubbed his eyes. The boring meeting this morning and the boring performance presentation in the afternoon made him very tired. After eating the warm sukiyaki in the air-conditioned room, he just wanted to dive into the quilt inside.

"Okay, let's go home then."

·

"Gojo Wu...excellent teacher?" Ye Mozhengdao pressed his fist against his chin and fell into deep thought, "How is this possible? It couldn't be that guy who smashed other people's trophies and bought them as compensation."

Yidi Zhijie held the document in his hands, "No, the principal, the non-magician has already issued the document, and said that he will visit the Conjuration College to learn the concept of running the school..."

"Reject it." Ye Mozheng pinched the commendation notice, feeling that the whole world had fallen into magic.

The two words Gojo Satoru and excellent teacher can't be combined together, it's like pouring strawberry jam on fish roe sushi. Just thinking about this combination will make your scalp tingle with chills.

"Yo, night moth, are you calling me?" The white-haired teacher appeared at the door of the office and knocked on the door.

"You have to knock on the door when you enter a room." Noctua shook off the strange metaphors in his mind, "The knocking I'm talking about is knocking on the outside, not on the inside."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, Noctua, you are not playing office games with Yidizhi, so don't be afraid of being seen—" The white-haired teacher smiled and took the punching curse with his bare hands.

Yidizhi exited the office tremblingly, and Ye Mozheng had a bulging vein on his forehead. Obviously, this guy's honor is something that makes people happy, but he always smashes his slightly more reliable image into the bottom of the valley in the next second, and he owes him a beating Step on it hard.

"A new mission?" Gojo Satoru consciously closed the door.

"No, I came to you to talk about other things." Ye Mozheng knocked on the table, and the man stepped forward to twist up the paper with "Top Secret Documents" written on it to browse quickly.

"—The curse has been greatly reduced." Gojo Satoru lazily concluded, "Isn't this pretty good?"

"Don't play dumb for me." Night Moth Zhengdao said, "The summer vacation is over, both teachers and students are crying everywhere, and even office workers are complaining because they lost their summer allowance. In this situation where negative emotions linger However, the curse in the whole of Tokyo has dropped sharply in an inverse proportion..."

"Well, I was wondering if some volunteer conjurer organized a spontaneous operation to remove the curse."

"Gojo Satoru, show me some seriousness!"

"Okay, okay." The white-haired teacher raised his hand in surrender, "It's Xia Youjie, that guy has been very active these past few months, it's hard not to make people suspect that he's going to take some big action."

"He's devouring a large number of curse spirits." Noctua nodded rightly, "Although I haven't heard of any bad tragedies recently, I always feel that he is up to some conspiracy."

"Don't the higher-ups know?"

The principal nodded.

"Ah, yes, the reduction of curses should be a big deal for them, because the subconscious is saying that it is best not to get involved in any troubles, so they won't spend time investigating." Gojo Satoru squeezed his chin and nodded solemnly , "Otherwise those old men who have been in disrepair above may be scared out of their wits."

"It's not because of this, it's because their attention is not on it at all." Night Moth Zhengdao raised his head, "The next thing I want to tell you is the problem I found when I traced the reason for the reduction of curses."

"what?"

"When I was investigating Xia Youjie's whereabouts, I discovered that someone was buying news about the day at a high price on the dark web." Ye Mozheng stared at the white-haired man opposite with his sharp eyes through the sunglasses, "The purpose is not clear."

"Darknet?" Bandages covered most of Wujo Wu's face, except for the perpetual smile at the corner of his mouth, no emotion could be seen, "Who?"

"From a preliminary investigation—" Ye Mo Zhengdao stretched out his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, "There are three groups of people, one group is the curse master headed by Xia Youjie, and the other group is the magician with an unclear position temporarily hired by the high-level. There is another group, I did not find out, they don’t seem to have any promoters, just like retail investors who join in the fun, searching for daily information through the highest authority link on the dark web.”

Ye Mo Zhengdao looked at Wujo Wutiao's eyes under the bandage, "Hi's identity is quite special, I believe you have already investigated this point. I won't pursue it with you if his surname is Wujo, but if he is regarded as an opponent by the curse master If you are threatened by the expert, or if your own position changes, I hope you can proceed from the overall situation, Wu."

"Hmm..." Gojo Satoru murmured, "Don't worry, I will take good care of that guy."

"if he--"

"If he becomes a threat." The man interrupted the principal, turned and opened the door, his voice calm and smiling, "I will do it myself."

Snapped.

The wooden door of the office slowly closed.

Ye Mozhengdao sighed faintly. He has been Gojo Satoru's homeroom teacher for three years and his boss for nearly ten years. How could he not see it—although the smile on this guy's face has not diminished, he is definitely angry in his heart.

·

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Gojo Satoru knocked on the desk, and the boy lying on the table woke up suddenly, frantically flipped open the book in front of him, lowered his head and pretended to read.

"The books are all upside down, idiot." The man leaned against the table and sneered, "The assistant superintendent of the substitute class is so angry with you, who taught you to describe the weakness of the Peach Blossom Demon as 'fear of being made into a peach cake'?" Some kind of nonsense?"

Hiro saw that it was Gojo Satoru, he breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed his eyes, "That's too sleepy, Ji brought delicious Chinese peach blossom cakes back from a business trip, I just said it subconsciously."

It has been a month since autumn, and the weather is getting cooler day by day. I am in a state of sleeping and dreaming every day. I don’t want to get up in the morning when I grab the quilt. I feel sleepy when I have a theory class, and I even fall asleep when I sit in the bathtub.

The term "spring sleepiness and autumn lack" is vividly reflected in him.

"What's for dinner today?" Gojo Satoru asked, "There's a first-level curse exorcising mission tonight, will you go with me, or go home?"

"It's all right, I want to sleep." Day yawned slowly, and the corners of his eyes soaked with crystal tears, which were roughly wiped away by the boy with his sleeve.

"It means that your appetite has also become very poor recently." Wutiaowu looked at the curse spirit suspiciously, nothing happened to the "six eyes", and the toxin in the body was decreasing day by day.

This guy's appetite for eating eight meals a day and adding snacks has gradually subsided, and his food intake has gradually decreased to the level of normal humans—although it is still a lot, at least if you take him out to eat, you won't be surrounded by people.

"Is there?" Mana Ling tilted his head in doubt, his almond eyes were slightly squinted because of sleepiness, and there was a touch of red in the corners of his eyes.

"No, keep it like this." Gojo Satoru pressed his head under his palm and rubbed it like a puppy.

This guy seems to have changed a lot recently.

Qiangqiang stared at the boy's blushing cheeks after sleeping for a long time, and suddenly thought, it seems that Day will turn eighteen in a month...