The strongest he will never OOC

Why is it this time...

Gojo Satoru bit the pocky in his mouth, watched Hiroshi joyfully touching his body, and almost stripped off on the spot.

He grabbed his wrist - this feeling was a bit strange, he paused, pulled his collar to make Hiruki lower his head.

"What are you doing?" Curse Ling narrowed his eyes happily, bending an innocent arc.

"Don't use my face to make that stupid expression." Gojo Satoru put the blindfold on again, "I usually don't take off the blindfold when I'm outside."

"Why?" Dayu tugged uncomfortably, "Wouldn't it be nice to show such beautiful eyes?"

"It's because it will attract perverted curse spirits like you." Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue, "Although I don't think it's strange to do anything in front of everyone, I don't want to become a narcissistic maniac who takes off his clothes anytime and anywhere."

"Oh." Zhou said absently and perfunctorily, and continued to eat snacks with the 190 shell on.

When the two arrived at the gate of the school, a bag of food had already been eaten by the day, and Gojo Satoru once thought that this guy's stomach was a bottomless pit. Could it be a cursed spirit like a boa constrictor, that's why he was able to eat something several times bigger than himself? food……

The barrier that Tian Yuan had set up in the college was close at hand, Wujo Wu stared at Hiroshi carefully, and the two stepped into the school gate together.

Everything was calm as usual, only the new swallow took off from the tree and dropped two green leaves.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "As expected of a brat who almost hid my "six eyes". "

Hiro proudly raised his chin slightly, "I said long ago that you underestimate me, man... Gojo Satoru." The human who blurted out still turned back to the normal address.

"Wu, I'm 2 minutes late again."

Zhou raised his head, and in front of the building, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses was standing at the door, his voice was thick and powerful, and he looked like a formidable person.

"Principal, the night moth is right." Gojo Satoru whispered beside him.

Zhou hummed as if he had just woken up from a dream, and heard the other party say, "What are you doing standing at the door, come in."

Dayu subconsciously glanced at Gojo Satoru again, then turned to meet Noctua Moth's suspicious eyes.

"What's your name?" Night Moth asked.

Zhou paused, then pointed to himself, "... Wujo Wu?"

The principal of the college showed an even more confused expression to the white-haired man, "I don't know what your name is? I'm asking about a new student who wants to borrow... and what's with your tone of not being sure what your name is?" Something? Possessed by a cursed spirit?"

He looked at Gojo Satoru, and then at the astonishingly handsome young man behind Gojo Satoru. While lamenting that the genes of the Gojo family were all first-class and good, he wondered why the unreliable teacher in front of him was going crazy.

Yemo Zhengdao originally just made a ridiculous joke, but accidentally revealed the truth.

"..." Wutiao Wu held the shell of the curse spirit in silence for three seconds, and suddenly pulled La Zhou's sleeve.

Turning back during the day, the blue eyes were filled with confusion.

"Cousin." The handsome young man called out, then turned his head and nodded to Noctua Zhengdao, "My name is Wu Tiao Zhou, and I am Wu Tiao Zhou's distant cousin."

The day froze for a second, and the pitch-black mantra almost overflowed from his hand and slapped Gojo Wu on the face.

—How dare he!

——How dare you give yourself a random name? !And an inexplicable identity? ? ?

Gojo Satoru seemed to have anticipated the eruption of the curse spirit, and held his wrist tightly under the sleeve where he couldn't see it, suppressing the mad power of the curse in the opponent's body.

In a few seconds, the strongest magician and the beautiful magic spirit have secretly gone through a few tricks.

Day's rationality slowly returned, and an angry sound came out of his nasal cavity.

For Wujo Satoru's sake, he ate so much, let him go temporarily.

"Wu, what are you doing?" Ye Mozheng frowned, "You have already been criticized for leaving Mafia's supernatural being alone in Yokohama, and you should avoid causing trouble recently."

"Ah, oh." Hiroshi responded dryly, taking advantage of the other person's head to open the door, and asked Gojo Satoru, "What is mafia, the cake you saw last time?"

"That's muffincake, and Mafia is a Mafia organization in Yokohama." Gojo Satoru explained, seeing the flash of Curse Ling's eyes, and said helplessly, "...Go eat after the interview."

"What are you muttering behind?" Noctua turned back solemnly.

Zhou Dao: "Because you mentioned mafia, I want to eat muffin cake."

Night Moth Zhengdao took a deep breath. Although this kid has been very capable of irritating people since high school, I always feel that his ability to irritate people is even deeper today.

If 70% of the human body is made of water, then Gojo Satoru's body is 100% composed of sugar. It is not the first time that he has done a task to buy local specialties. Therefore, the principal quickly adapted to the other party's willfulness and waved his hand. Ask people to follow in.

As soon as I entered, I saw a room full of dolls, including a dog with a kappa head, a panda in underwear, and a caterpillar like an alien.These dolls are crowded everywhere, making the whole room look childish.

What is this place?Is it the video game city, the place where Nanako and Qi Jun go on a date?

Daytime watched the vicious-looking principal uncle sit among the dolls, pick up a poke and poke the hair ball in his hand, the whole scene looked very strange, as if seeing a three-year-old child and a group of uncles going to an izakaya restaurant to eat yakiniku weird as a bird...

Suddenly, a puppet rushed straight at Gojo Satoru who was holding Hiruki's body, and the principal asked at the right time, "What is your purpose for entering the high school?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

Here we go again, the traditional performing arts of Principal Noctua Moth are asked by freshmen every year, and now even the borrowers who are enrolled in the family line are not spared?

He quickly dodged the doll's attack, but he couldn't use spells directly, otherwise there would be a risk of exposure.

Seeing his swift figure and physical skills, Night Moth frowned suddenly, and looked at the white-haired teacher lazily leaning against the wall.

"Wu, did you teach him the martial arts?"

Zhou paused, not knowing what this human being saw, nor whether he should admit it or deny it, so he slowly turned his head, "Is it...?"

"Really?" Night Moth asked rightly.

Zhou immediately changed his words, "Yes, I taught."

"No wonder." The headmaster stroked his neatly trimmed stubble, "Almost exactly the same, he is very talented."

He cleared his throat, and said loudly: "I ask you, what is your purpose of becoming a magician, answer!"

"What is it?" Gojo Satoru dodged a blow, and the moment he turned his head, the feeling of being pulled back and forth in the depths of his soul struck again.

Hiroshi's eyes went dark, and the moment he returned to his body, he was almost hit by the oncoming fist of the doll.

Fortunately, he quickly adjusted his rhythm. Instead of dodging and giving up using spells like Wujo Satoru, he reached out and grabbed the alive and unrecognizable doll, and smashed it into the floor.

The black mantra lingered on his slender arms, and the wooden floor was smashed into a big hole, slowly cracking open like a spider web, and the doll had been torn apart by the powerful mantra, revealing the white stuffing cotton.

"Huh, changed the attack method?" Ye Mo Zhengdao raised his eyebrows with great interest, and the kid from the Wutiao family really surprised him.

He asked again patiently: "Why?"

Hiro withdrew his magic power, and looked at the fierce-looking uncle as a matter of course: "For the sake of snacks, Gojo Satoru told me that being a magician can make money."

Noctua Zhengdao narrowed his eyes slightly under the sunglasses, carefully scrutinizing the boy's facial expression, and after a while he suddenly smiled clearly.

"Okay, you are temporarily qualified." He took out a stack of documents and handed them to Gojo Satoru, "Just fill in the information and give it to me. But before that, let him meet his classmates first, although it is a loan and spend a lot of time with them.”

He whispered, "Partners are important."

Gojo Satoru pulled a cynical smile on his lips, "You're right, then I'll take him to meet the pandas first, and if it's later, I won't be able to catch up with the new muffins from the dessert shop in the city center."