God is still on the way to recovery

Why did it make Su Nuo interested in molesting his seniors?

Knotabagi Yuhito thought about it, and felt that it was all the Titanic's fault.

The wicked love story is fascinating, and I feel passionate when I see a little picture.

He is limited to etiquette, but the two-faced Nuo obviously does not have such a noble character.

The unscrupulous king of curses will do it when he thinks about it. He has teased Fu Heihui before, and now he is teasing Mao Mao again.

Knotweed Hirohito lay down on the floor in a seated posture to sincerely apologize, chirping to express his repentance and justification.

While wiping his face with a wet towel, Mao Mao watched Wu Wu's long legs straddling the knotweed relentlessly, and leaned back on the sofa.

This long-handed and long-legged one easily takes up most of the space on the sofa.

Urashige sat up straight with some restraint, pretending to grab potato chips, so as not to block Gojo Satoru's stretching.

Sure enough, the people's teacher is the kind who has no bones. He can lie down and never sit down. As soon as Mumao vacates the seat, he takes advantage of the situation and stretches his long legs to lie down comfortably. The 1.9-meter body easily occupies the entire sofa.

Uramo leaned on the sofa on the ground and opened the barbecue-flavored potato chips for himself.

Seeing the younger generation's furry head at hand, Gojo Satoru casually picked up a strand of jet-black hair tie and played with it on his fingertips. He said casually, "In a month's time it will be the Kyoto sister school exchange meeting. Here at the school, the three first-year students , the three second graders, I plan to let you all participate."

Confrontation with the competition system of the Kyoto Conjuration School, allowing the conjurers to show their skills and learn their skills.

Gojo Satoru wanted to send his students to the stage to make their official debut.

"It will be very lively at that time. The revived Yuren-kun and the trickster passerby, they will do their best to win, and by the way, find a way to kill Yuren--" Gojo Satoru enthusiastically introduced the competition mechanism, and at the same time told the two high-risk humans that they are about to face each other. hunting.

Hisen finally regained consciousness from his self-confession, sat cross-legged on the floor again, pointed at his sunny and innocent face pitifully, and complained to Mao Mo: "They actually want to kill me, a friendly person who has never even met of high school students."

Seeing that Yuzu Yuhito, who was forced to become an otaku, is still in danger, especially, those high-level officials have clearly planned to kill him once, but they still bite him like a vampire.

A cold light flashed in Yu Mao's eyes: "Do you want to..."

Gojo Satoru paused the hand that was playing with his hair.

The docile cat is hunched over. It looks pretty, but it's scary when it's fierce.

Makimo has won the port mafia's style of handling things. If you provoke me, you will definitely return it. Anna's iron-blooded education permeates some daily details. The students in Yanzhen are friendly, and he is friendly. Kotomine Kirei wants to kill him In return, he burned the other party to death once, and Leyan Temple shut him down in a small black house, and he did not give in. From now on, the old man saw that he had to make a detour to avoid being suspicious of his life by his poisonous tongue.

Knotweed was startled by the sudden awakening of the pretty senior, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, that's a classmate... If I really lose control, I will make an agreement with Teacher Wutiao, and he will do it himself."

"what……"

At the mention of Gojo Satoru, the murderous cat lowered its arched back, and even panicked when looking at its senior.

What kind of Gojo Satoru wants to kill Youruhito, Youren, did you really do something wrong? ?

Suspected for a while, Miao Mao sighed: "I love all living beings, and I don't want to kill people at will."

According to the principle, he will not interfere with the lives of creatures at will.

Except for the offender.

And just now, for Youren's safety, he planned to kill the classmates who coveted Youren, to put it bluntly, he felt a bit like doing bad things under the banner of being good for the knotweed.

Although his original intention was to teach these people a lesson...

Urashige is annoyed that the balance of his principles has shifted.

Gojo Satoru saw that he was arrogant and high-spirited, and then saw that he was dejected and pitiful like a cat that turned over the food bowl and ran out of food, and suddenly felt that it was fun and easy to masturbate.

As a result, the movement of his hands changed from playing with a strand of hair to directly rubbing it with his hands. Suddenly, Miao Mao put a big hand on his head and rubbed his black hair. He looked at Gojo Satoru with a bewildered face. How could they hear the two of them discussing the violation of law and discipline?

This distraction made me forget about self-blame.

"Mao, Yuren." Mr. Gojo called the two teenagers in front of him.

In front of the two friendly youths in their teens, Wutiaowu, the old Youtiao Wutiaowu who has been in the society for a long time as an adult, was quite emotional for a while, and the memories of his college student days also appeared in his mind.

"I tried the method Ushimo thought of when I was young, but it didn't work."

"You did this before?" Mao Mao was surprised, and then realized that the other party was 28 years old this year, and he also had youthful and passionate years. Who hasn't been young and impulsive?

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine." Gojo Satoru's tone was flat, but he suddenly became happy again, "I'm telling you, he always wears funny bangs, he's obviously good-looking but the quality of his clothes is very poor~-"

From the dark school uniform and bloomers to the monk's cassock, and finally died in an uninhabited corner of the bustling Kyoto, it was so embarrassing.

Momo's eyes moved slightly.

Gojo Satoru at that moment just now was different.

"Mr. Gojo?" Ushio interrupted Gojo Gojo's rant.

This person's emotions are wrong... But he doesn't understand human beings that well, so he can't tell, so he can only find a way to make the other person stop.

"I'm sorry~ I'm a bit over the top." Clearing his throat, the white-haired conjurer stopped his vivid description of an old friend. Although Knotweed still wanted to hear it, but seeing the worried look on Miao Mao's face, he suddenly Be conscious.

Although Gojo Satoru had a smirk and an unserious look, the six eyes under his sunglasses didn't have much smile in his eyes.

He is not remembering, but reminiscing.

This friend with weird bangs and bad clothes is gone.

Suddenly, the knotweed couldn't imagine how Gojo Satoru would mention this "friend" when he wanted to tell them that "strike first" would not work.

The white-haired conjurer also found that he underestimated the god's ability to observe the state of beings.

Obviously, in order to cheer them up, I tried to make it interesting, but the effect seemed to be reversed. The two teenagers were even more depressed, and the look in my eyes was obviously distressed...

Wait, what the hell is distressed? ?

"I was laying the groundwork casually before, don't take it too seriously, let's talk about—" Wujou brushed the white hair on his forehead, and looked around at the other two comrades present. Can you still fight?"

The two teenagers looked at each other without saying a word.

His Gojo Satoru alone can keep the kids in Kyoto from stepping out of the hospital for a month!

The owner of the Eye of the Sky, the strongest conjurer Gojo Wu flicked Umo's eyebrows with his index finger, and lightly reprimanded: "Teacher, I haven't been buried yet. Are you going to step over me to find trouble in Kyoto?"

Ranked by combat power, if you really want to strike first, it will be Wujo Gou's horse, and it's not Maomao's turn to worry about it.

Rubbing his tingling forehead, Matsuo muttered: "It doesn't mean that..."

Okay, you are the best in terms of individual force, I admit it.

Seeing that Mao Mao was finally no longer obsessed with this matter, Gojo Wuda Lala spread out on the sofa, as if he had no hands or feet to summon the beautiful junior to do things for him: "Ah, it's so hard to use your brain, Mao, I I want milk pudding, the bag on the corner of the table."

"Yes." Uramo obediently picked up the pudding on the table, tore off the wrapping paper and handed it to Gojo Goku.

Gojo Satoru treats students with love and patience, but treats juniors in the workplace with everything. The euphemistic name is: You must know that society is cruel, and workplace levels are insurmountable.

Watching his teacher eating the pudding that Oshimo fed to his mouth, and pouting to let others wipe it off with a paper towel after eating, Knotaba Yuhito thought inexplicably: the old father was paralyzed in bed, and the frail and strong boy grew up overnight struggling to support From a precarious home.

At that time, the "paralyzed old father" was still yelling after eating the pudding: "I'm thirsty after talking a lot, and I still want to drink Coke."

However, the last bottle of Coke in the house was given to Uramo by Yuren just now.

The green-eyed boy glanced at the Coke he had drunk in his hand, then got up and said, "I'll go out and buy a bottle."

As a result, the white-haired conjurer grinned.

"No, just this."

Taking the Coke directly from the opponent's hand, Wujo Wu easily unscrewed the bottle cap with his fingers, and drank it in front of the opponent without any hesitation.

The mouth of the drink with plenty of bubbles, Wujo Wu's fingertips brushed the thin lips with good shape, the blue eyes narrowed comfortably, the sunglasses were half hung on the bridge of the nose, and he smiled lazily: "Why is Coke so sweet~~"

Uramo shook his right hand, which had lost Coke, and then slowly released it.

The drink was robbed.

Looking at the weird atmosphere between the two of them, Youruhito Knotabagi cursed inwardly: Coke is always sweet!Gojo-sensei, you tease Ushio every day, you're so angry that your face turns red!