Jujutsu Kaisen: I have a Gardevoir

Preface: I was very busy last year and didn’t have much time to write a book. It is estimated that it will not be published until 2022. I will write some extras to warm up my hands first, which can also be considered as sending my blessings to the theatrical version of "Spell Return", which will be released on December 24.

--I have a dream.

——I dream that the world of magic, which is full of rigidity and staleness, can change and be rejuvenated with new vitality.

——I dream that spellcasters can regain their original aspirations and protect the world from the threat of spell spirits.

——I dream that my students can all be like dragons and create a new era.

Although it sounds extremely lofty and inconsistent with Gojo Satoru's usual style, this is indeed Gojo Satoru's true words, and it is the ambition he made after he ended his school days and officially became an adult.

He had been working hard on this in the first half of his life. He got up earlier than the chickens and went to bed later than the chickens. He almost never slacked off.

He originally thought that he would need to spend at least twenty years waiting for the generation he personally cultivated to fully grow up before he could have any hope. Unexpectedly, only half of the years had passed, and because of the appearance of another person, he had directly reached the finish line. in front of him.

Although the final result cannot be said to be exactly what he imagined, it can only be said to be very different. Although it accidentally caused turmoil in the entire world and even changed the structure, Gojo Satoru's ambitions and dreams were truly realized.

After confirming this, Gojo Satoru's painting style changed, a 180-degree turn.

To put it politely, three poles are in the sun.

To put it crudely, when the sun shines on your butt, even the slowest place to live can be considered late for work.

The man in his late thirties was still lying on the bed soundly asleep.

The man's appearance is absolutely peerless, and both men and women can only envy him. Unfortunately, his sleeping posture is just the opposite, extremely inelegant.

The silk floss, which is both delicate and practical, was pulled and twisted at will. The white arms and thighs that countless women envied were exposed outside the quilt, and together with the silk floss quilt, they formed a weird picture.

The iconic white hair hangs down like a fan and is intertwined with the slender eyelashes, which collide with the man's breathing from time to time.

If this "hair fan" cannot be peeled off, no matter when a man wakes up, his vision will be dark, and then——

"It turns out it's not dawn yet, let's continue sleeping."

The man who muttered softly turned over, pulled down the quilt randomly, and closed his eyes again.

At this moment, the sliding wooden door on one side of the room was suddenly pulled aside, and a strong man in black clothes and sunglasses strode in. Seeing the man with his back turned on the bed, he couldn't help but curse:

"Why are you still sleeping? It's past 10 o'clock. Didn't you promise me when I called you just now?"

"ZZZ..." Gojo Satoru showed no sign of waking up, and his breathing was even and soft.

"Enlightenment!!!" The fierce man became angry.

Gojo Satoru finally responded and replied intermittently in a daze: "Let...let me...sleep again...five...five..."

"five minutes?"

"Five hours..."

"You can sleep forever." Veins popped up on the fierce man's forehead, and his fist, which also had sprouted veins, hit Gojo Satoru's forehead.

There was a bang, and there was a close contact between fist and face.

Surprisingly, Gojo Satoru, who had received a solid punch, still showed no reaction, and even his breathing rate did not change. Instead, the tough guy who hit the person rubbed his fist vigorously and bared his teeth unconsciously:

"Is your skin made of titanium alloy? It's so hard! You couldn't have used spells and spells to gain the hardness of your skin, right?"

"ZZZ..."

"+++"

Do you really think I can't deal with you anymore?

Just when the fierce man was about to take some dangerous measures, a large red and white ball with a diameter of more than one meter rolled in, making a mumble sound at the fierce man, and then golden balls popped out all over his body. The lightning struck Gojo Satoru all at once.

Seeing this, the fierce man finally showed a satisfied smile, nodded and said: "Well done, Naughty Lei Dan."

Stimulated by an electric current that would kill an ordinary person ten times, Gojo Satoru, who couldn't wake up, finally sat up and knocked the red and white balls away with a backhand punch.

The naughty thunder bomb that flew out hit the wall in the corridor and bounced back more violently. Gojo Satoru, who was rubbing his eyes, punched him away without even thinking.

The naughty bombs were played again, Gojo Satoru was hit again, and the cycle went on and on, just like the table tennis team training against the wall, until - the outer wall of the corridor could not withstand the impact of the naughty thunder bullets again and again, and was belatedly struck. The white humanoid elf stopped.

He first used his invisible power to stop the attack of the naughty thunder bullet, then fixed it to the ground with his long tail, and used the spatula in his right hand to hit the pan in his left hand, making a banging sound while projecting his thoughts. :

"Stop playing. This is not home. If you break something, you have to pay for it. Now that you're up, come over for dinner."

"Well..."

Under the threat of the "pan", the red and white balls with the name of naughty stood at attention... and were arranged.

Gojo Satoru finally got out of bed, yawned and said, "Hi~"

Seeing this, the fierce man became angry again, and kicked him: "Can you be a little more humane, Chaomeng, you too, don't pamper him too much."

Chaomeng nodded, but did not take any substantive action. He just returned to the kitchen with a spatula.

Gojo Satoru pretended to be exaggerated: "Principal Noctua, it turns out you are here."

"You're so big -!" The fierce man whose real name is Noctua Zhengdao couldn't control his temper anymore and kicked him twice, "Did you forget today's appointment? Also, the high school has been disbanded. I am now Not the principal anymore.”

"In my heart, you have always been the principal." Gojo Satoru smiled playfully, "Now that the high school is gone, there is still a trainer school. Ali has said several times that that position is reserved for you."

"I'll forget it. I'm still a magician. Trainers like you, Yuta, Megumi, Tsumeki, and Hisuhito are all better than me. I'll just go back to my old job and live with my children while doing... A bit of research related to elf ecology."

When I mention this, the fierce-looking painting style that has always given people a fierce impression suddenly softens.

"Do you want to do some sewing?" Gojo Satoru said, walked into the bathroom and started to wash up.

Noctua didn't take it seriously either. He had seen too much: "It still needs to be done, but what you make is really just a doll. However, it is also good for children to play with. The elves of Kugisaki like it very much. "

"Because it was originally a doll, a cursed doll." Gojo Satoru replied vaguely, "By the way, teacher, the reason why you came to me so early is-"

"It's still early... Have you lost your memory during sleep and forgotten today's schedule?" Noctua Zhengdao was completely speechless, "You were not like this before."

"In the past, the goal was not completed and the spell still had battery life. Now... let me make up for all the sleep I owed in the past."

The man spitting out mouthwash walked to the window and opened the curtains with all his strength, letting the bright sunlight shine into the room and onto his face, making the smile on the man's face particularly bright.

PS: Extras are updated from time to time, so I’ll write them when I have time and the mood.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _wap.