The strongest he will never OOC

In fact, the mantra does not need sleep at ordinary times, but likes to sleep on the bottom of the sea during the day.

There is no sound at the bottom of the sea, the icy cold waves brush over the body, only the faint beating of the heart, and the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels.

In this way, Hiroshi always felt that he was alive.

At sunset, when the tide ebbs and the temple floats up to the shore, Day will stay far away on the reef, looking at those humans enviously.

Human beings have a short life, a fragile body, and eternally surging emotions. Although sometimes they are too arrogant, they are much better than those disgusting curse spirits who only know how to fight and kill.

Generally speaking, they liked it more than they hated it, that's why they endured group after group of people studying his home, and kept taking pictures there.

After watching the ancient and modern history of human beings, as well as several movies about monsters entering modern society, protagonists adapting to high-tech life through ancient times and aliens learning earth civilization, he finally had a deeper understanding of the human world. .

At this time, Gojo Satoru had already sat and slept on the other side of the carpet, lazily turning off the alarm clock.

The early morning sun came in from the window, and the day seldom felt the morning intuitively.

His mornings are usually at sunset, when the sun has turned into a pool of yellow baked egg yolks, and the sky is full of orange-scented clouds.

Unlike now, the sunlight is soft and refreshing, and the sky is as clear as a clear crystal.

Zhou stared blankly at the sky, then looked back at the man's eyes that were not covered by things when he first woke up.

Sure enough, those eyes are still beautiful, and there is a thrilling skylight in them.

"Watch what I do, kid." Gojo Satoru stood up and stretched, his home clothes showing his beautiful abs, "Have you finished watching yesterday's movie?"

"Of course." Zhou snorted, this human being always underestimated himself.

After the other party finished washing, the two sat at the dining table and enjoyed a hot pie sprinkled with honey and chocolate.

Gojo Satoru took a big bite of the pie, and said vaguely: "The main purpose of going to the college today is to see if your body can pass through the barrier of Tianyuan. If there is no problem with this, you can enter the school smoothly."

"Can I have money to eat when I go to school?" After watching many movies, Zhou deeply understands the importance of money. Although he is also curious about what species he is, he is more interested in food.

"No." Wujo Wu shook his finger, and said slowly under the terrifying gaze of the curse spirit, "There is a task to do."

"Are you trying to kill the curse spirits?" Zhou reassured, "I'm very good at this. I was the one who ate more than 300 curse spirits in the dilapidated factory back then."

eat?

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, and then smiled happily, "Although first-year students seldom go out on missions alone, I can still win you more opportunities."

"Why are you so kind to me? Curse spirits and humans should be incompatible." Zhou tilted his head, "Do you have any plans for me?"

"Of course there is." Gojo Satoru didn't deny it, "I need you as my secret weapon."

"You want me to help you fight?" Zhou asked, "Of course I can do that."

"No." Gojo Satoru laughed softly, his white forehead hair spread out on his eyelashes, like twinkling silver threads, "It's a weapon of ideas, ideas."

Hiro looked at him curiously, not knowing why.

The man snapped his fingers crisply, "In the upper level of the magic world, there is a group of old men with extremely pedantic ideas, who believe in the supremacy of blood, and refuse to accept anything new. If a magic spirit joins the school at this time and breaks them Stupid idea, guess what this would turn out to be?"

He crossed his hands lazily and rested his chin, "I'm really looking forward to seeing their expressions at that time, it's definitely very interesting."

"Then what do I need to do?" said the curse spirit who had been enlightened for several days in vain, "Do you want to get rid of them one by one for you? If you kill them, it will take less than a month, no, three days enough."

"Ah, that..." Gojo Satoru scratched his head, "That's not necessary. I prefer the Huairou strategy to solve the problem fundamentally through education. Killing them would be of no use."

"Ah." Zhou's tone was rather regretful.

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Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Vocational School of Magic.

The quaint buildings are hidden in the forest on the outskirts of Tokyo, and the lush century-old trees hang down the green shade, completely covering the only road leading to the school.

The fresh grass exudes a cool fragrance in spring, and Hiruki looks around curiously. His memory is incomplete at the bottom of Kanagawa, and he has never seen anything other than the sea view.

During the day, he wears a pure white cotton sweater and white loose shorts. His skin is also cold and white without seeing the sun all year round. Only the bright lips are slightly raised, which are set off by the jet-black hair and eyes. The whole person exudes a Layers of bright halo.

"Very good." Gojo Satoru opened the blindfold and looked at him carefully for a while, "You can fool many people just by your appearance, and there are very few curse spirits who can look as good-looking as you."

Zhou bit the milk and Pocky ignored him.

Gojo Satoru shrugged, "There is still one kilometer to go to the barrier of the high school, I thought you would be nervous."

"Why should I be nervous?" Zhou finally raised his head from the snack bag, "Aren't you the one who should be nervous? If someone finds out that you took me in, I'm afraid your consequences will be much more serious than mine."

"Although the reasoning is true." The white-haired man put back the blindfold, "but I'm not afraid of those things."

"Why?" Hiroki asked suspiciously.

The man's palm was on the top of his head, and he rubbed the long and smooth hair of the mantra, "Because I am the strongest, no one dares to touch me."

"Tch." The boy slapped his hand off, and let out a sneer from his nostrils.

At this moment, a tingling electric current suddenly came from the place where the skin touched, and the familiar feeling of soul pulling hit again. When Gojo Satoru regained consciousness, his visual height suddenly dropped, and his own smile was still frozen on his face.

"Yeah." Zhou snorted in surprise, and pulled off the black lacquered eyepatch that was violent, revealing a pair of blue eyes, and he returned to this beautiful body again.