The copy boss is FIVE

"I'm back, Ayako, Megumi~"

Ayako nestled on the sofa, staring numbly at Wujo Wu whirlwind rushing in, and put down the big and small bags.

Dessert boxes that look expensive, daily necessities for girls, mobile phones, collars, cat eye masks, stationery...

Wait, didn't something amazing get mixed in just now? !

Ayako stared at Gojo Satoru warily.

"Don't look at me like that." Gojo Satoru picked up the black leather collar inlaid with metal, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "This is a necessary step? After all, those timid guys will definitely not let a person of unknown origin go. The mantra moves freely under the nose."

"I'm your guarantor, Ayako." Gojo Satoru sat on the tea table opposite Ayako, his long legs, which had no place to rest, pinched in the gap between the tea table and the sofa, and his knees were almost against the edge of the sofa. Touching Ayako's calf crossed, "You have to make a contract with me that you won't kill anyone, and then wear this collar with five family marks."

Ayako narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a cold tone, "To prove to others that I belong to you?"

"Yeah, it's super boring, right." Gojo Satoru pouted and shook the collar in his hand, "But it can prevent a lot of trouble—wear it?"

From the perspective of the six eyes, the collar is just an ordinary collar with five family crests printed on it, without any spell engraved on it.

It's just a matter of form.

For this kind of thing that seems to be humiliating but has no real lethality...

Ayako took the collar without any qualms, touched the luxury-grade feel of high-grade leather after first-class tanning, and accepted it as a choker with satisfaction.

The current focus is only-

Ayako stared at Gojo Satoru seriously: "Apart from the specific contract, is there anything else besides me not killing people?"

Gojo Satoru pinched his chin and meditated: "Accept the task I assigned?"

"Restriction: It can only be the task of beheading the curse spirit."

"Okay. So what does Ayako want?"

"Teach me how to use six eyes and no lower limit spells, tutor me in mathematics, physics and chemistry, and give me a place to learn."

Gojo Satoru was a little worried: "This kind of restraint is not very convenient for us, how about just an oral agreement like ordinary people?"

"I'm fine." Ayako fastened the collar on herself, "To be honest, I don't think I can fulfill the bondage requirements perfectly."

"The murder one?"

"It's a work task." Seeing that the other party was so sincerely thinking about her and treated her gently without any force, Ayako also got a little insight, "It has something to do with my immortal constitution [≈system]. Time is limited, about ten hours is the limit."

The face of the white-haired young man wearing a blindfold was hard to distinguish: "Oh? What about ten hours later?"

"It will disappear from this world. If you want to know more secrets, you can find them yourself." Ayako adjusted the tightness of the collar uncomfortably, raised her foot and stepped on the man's knee, raised her eyebrows teasingly and provocatively Smiling, "Okay, in the eyes of outsiders, I am now your curse spirit, the head of the Wutiao family. Master? His Highness Wu? The head of the family? What do you like to be called?"

Fu Heihui at the side: ...

The beautiful silver-haired girl with pale eyes stepped on the knee of the tall and incongruous man with her feet in white silk, and said those strange words in a similarly frivolous tone...

Is this the picture he can see!

Gojo Satoru was also stunned.

The man raised his hand and scratched the girl's chin with his fingertips, as if he was stroking a naughty cat.

Then he pinched the girl's cheeks and squeezed out a strange face shape for her.

"Are you an idiot? Call Wu, Tiao, Lao, Shi."

"..."

"Call me out."

"Woo, Gojo-sensei...let go of my...face!" Ayako struggled to move her mouth that was squeezed into a flower.

"Good boy." The young man let go, took out the advanced mathematics book from the girl's arms, pulled off his blindfold, and casually started serious teaching while flipping through the pages quickly, "You actually know how to start with mathematics, it seems that you have no lower limit You are not ignorant of spells. So, what is your problem now?"

"Six eyes are easy to go berserk, and it is difficult to control the art with no lower limit."

"Because it was a sudden ability?"

"……Um."

"Before that, what did you do?"

This is a blatant spying for information.

But it was all within the scope that Ayako could reveal.

"Before then... just treat me as an ordinary person with low spell power who has never been exposed to spells."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while.

The only sound he could hear was the flipping of the book.

"...That's really difficult." Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, "Megumi, Kagizaki-san's injury is almost healed, can you go and see her?"

Fu Heihui hadn't recovered from the suddenly solemn and even heavy atmosphere, when he heard this, he immediately understood that Mr. Wutiao was trying to dismiss him, so he let go of the curiosity he shouldn't have, and nodded kindly , took off the apron and left in silence.

Ayako watched the slender back of the black-haired sea urchin boy disappear through the door.

click.

Gojo Satoru, who continued to speed-read the high-level math textbook, smiled with emotion: "Fu Hei is a good boy, right?"

Ayako pulled the sofa, turned her back to the young man, and used her six eyes to confirm Fuguro Hui's departure, as well as the conjurers scattered around the wider college campus: "Yes."

"you like him?"

"I like it, because Huihui is a good boy."

"Then you will also like Knotabazu and Nazaki's, they are also my students. Well... In terms of admission order, you are the youngest."

Ayako turned her head in surprise: "Did you let a curse spirit study in a high school?"

Gojo Gojo smiled, "Why, do you want to enter a high school and become a formal student?"

Ayako immediately understood that "enrollment" probably meant entering Gojo Satoru's personal sect, so she groaned in distaste for this boring word game, and then turned her head back to the strongest magician in mankind.

"I'm not interested, and I don't need a degree or anything."

Quiet's personality is very gentle, intelligent and measured, and he doesn't look like a child who yearns for campus life because school is suspended...

Gojo Satoru looked at Ayako's slender back, his eyes gradually darkened.

The ten-hour survival time limit and the characteristics of resurrection from the dead...

This is probably a rarer technique than the Six Eyes No Lower Limit, right?Compatible after all.

And those weird props...

Gojo Satoru still remembered that the knife that disappeared at the same time when Ayako died in the confinement room was definitely the same one that cut him more than an hour ago.

There are too many doubts and too many guesses.

And the reminder to explore the secrets yourself.

Is it because the child has a more lively personality, or is he under the spell of not being able to tell the truth?

Or...

Is it simply because the process of transforming from a human into an undead and into a curse is too painful, and I don't want to tear open the bloody wound for others to see?

There are plausible conjectures, but there are also many contradictions.

Take your time, you can't frighten this child to blow himself up anymore.

The strong sense of specialness welling up in his heart made him unable to treat the child in a rough way any longer.

Gojo Gojo snapped closed the bottomless high math book.

"Turn around, Ayako, it's time to start class." The man kicked off the sofa where his legs were squeezed, raised his legs and raised his chin, with an air of arrogance that was taken for granted, and ordered the little curse spirit of his verbal contract, "Go Make me a cup of tea for your master."

Ayako: ...

Ayamaomao walked to the kitchen with a numb face, humble and humble.

——You are the mentor and you are the sky.

After drinking my teacher-respecting tea, just wait to be hollowed out, bastard!

……

……

Ayako, whose san value was emptied by physical and chemical students, woke up unrequitedly under the ruthless torment of the mobile phone alarm clock.

After she left dungeon 1.3 yesterday, she didn't even have the energy to open the Cursed Memory Box in the system space, and fell asleep as soon as her eyes went dark.

Now she is paralyzed on the bed, staring at the ceiling with dull blue eyes, as if she can still hear Mr. Wutiao's explanation about infinite convergent series and the sarcasm that pierced into her heart unceremoniously——

"You are so stupid, Ayako, you don't understand this."

……

Immediately asking people to be able to use automatic defense without lower limit spells is too much!Is this just entering elementary school and you have to go to graduate school to study for a Ph. D.?devil! ! !

I don't know how long it has passed, Taozhi knocks on the door.

"Miss, are you up? Breakfast is already ready? Master Wu is waiting for you."

Enlightenment...Master! ! !

The taunting voice of the devil teacher Erbawu disappeared in an instant!

Ayako stood up and felt that she desperately needed the hug from her little angel Nissan to heal her! ! !

Ayako, who was ravaged by her studies and crushed by her IQ, quickly changed into her winter school uniform and rushed to the living room.

"Nissan woo woo!"

The girl was like a cat who was bullied to the point of grievance, she jumped at the stunned boy, whimpering without thunder or rain.

Boy Wu, who hadn't been hugged by his sister for a long time, immediately rubbed Ayamaomao's head with a mentality of not rubbing in vain: "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah!" Ayako pouted, "It's so hard to learn mathematics, physics and chemistry in a dream, oh, oh, Nissan taught me—"

The real boss dares to face the life of trash, dare to go home and continue to seek abuse after being abused by Nissan 15 years later!

Thirteen Enlightenments: ...

Thirteen Wu stopped holding Ayamaomao's hand with a dazed look on his face.

"what?"

Ayako buried her head deep in the boy's thin arms.

It was completely different from him as an adult—his arms were broad and firm, but he hugged himself with that wide and firm embrace, pinched his own neck, and tried to treat her as if he were an object or a slave. The mark of dominion is branded on the back of the neck.

But he, the boy twin, has been protecting himself, even if he does things wrong occasionally, even if his attitude towards fragile objects makes her always aware of his weak waste...

This person will never really hurt her.

They are different.

Therefore, she shouldn't transfer the fear of the adult brother Wu from the other world to the twins, even though she is trying to use the warmth for the twins to hide the vague fear of the brother Wu from the other world deep in her heart.

——Why don't you just tell the truth?

——Can she, who has been killed twice, really trust him completely?

Ayako hugged the boy's slender waist tightly, as if trying to gain the courage to overcome her fear.

They should be the same.