Zongman: I have really retired!

The Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic is built in a suburb far away from the city, surrounded by dense forests and clear streams.

The architectural style of the school is still simple and elegant, inheriting the essence of traditional Japanese architecture. But despite this, everything from the teaching buildings, dormitory buildings to various facilities are as new as if they were just built.

This is true, not to mention how many times this school was demolished and rebuilt in the hands of Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie during the junior high school. The last Hyakki Night Parade almost caused this school to be rebuilt again.

After entering the school through the stone monument engraved with the school's name, Xia Youjie looked around at the campus that had held his three years of youth, and felt that not much had changed.

"Why is it that the high school is still the same and doesn't get anything new?"

"Huh? What other changes do you want? The last renovation of the college was thanks to you."

Gojo Satoru took two bottles of Coke from the beverage machine and skillfully threw the bottle back. The cool Coke drew a beautiful parabola in the air and landed smoothly in Xia Youjie's hand.

"Don't keep throwing it over like this, cola will make you bloated -"

"Who cares about this?!"

Gojo Satoru didn't look back, and just took Xia Youjie back to their dormitory in high school.

The two stopped in front of Xia Youjie's high school room.

Xia Youjie glanced at Gojo Satoru, who skillfully took the key from the door lintel. This was Xia Youjie's habit when he was in high school, because Gojo Satoru always demolished walls for his convenience, and in order to avoid being beaten by Squid Moth Zhengdao. After scolding him, he got into the habit of putting the key on the door lintel. Unfortunately, Gojo Satoru, who was a chicken and a cat, still used to use green to open the way, causing Xia Youjie to be punished as well.

Gojo Satoru looked at Xia Youjie, who opened the door with complicated eyes.

Even though the owner hasn't been back for a long time, this room still looks simple and comfortable.

There is no dirt or debris on the floor, which can be described as spotless. The sunlight shines on it through the bright windows, reflecting a warm light. The walls and corners were also cleaned.

A single bed was covered with clean sheets and quilts. The desk and chair were also wiped spotlessly clean. There were neat books on them, as well as game consoles and comics that the two had liked. There was also an open comic on the table. The books seemed as if the owner had just gone out for a while and would come back immediately. The clothes in the closet were hung neatly without any wrinkles.

Generally speaking, the whole room is filled with a fresh and clean atmosphere, but...

"Satoru...are you staying in my room?"

Xia Youjie looked at the familiar big hole in the wall in front of him and was speechless. Why did this guy still like to tear down the wall of his room even after he left? What bad taste?

"Well~ I saw a good comic one time and wanted to find you, but the wall was torn down and I found you had left."

The tone was calm and lonely, but Xia Youjie was immediately silenced.

"What about this?"

Xia Youjie gritted his molars and opened the closet. Although it was full of clothes, most of them were Gojo Satoru's clothes.

Xia Youjie's defection was sudden, and no one expected it. After Xia Youjie's rebellion, he never returned to the college except for Baigui Nightwalk, so Xia Youjie's room actually contained many of his personal belongings. items, such as clothing.

"Why don't I use your room if you don't come back? The closet in my room is already full! Besides, I'll clean the room for you!"

Gojo Satoru was very dissatisfied, but he still mumbled and took out his clothes and threw them on the bed in his room.

Xia Youjie didn't ask Gojo Satoru why he didn't move out, nor why his room was still clean and not patched up even though the hole was broken by Yong Cang, just like Gojo Satoru didn't ask how he was resurrected or why he gave up on his own righteousness. , the two of them got along as friends.

Xia Youjie took some of his personal belongings from the space and placed them in his room. He also took out a few games and comic books that Gojo Satoru had placed in his room.

There are traces of playing and seeing the ones in Kaifeng a few years ago, but there are no traces of those in Kaifeng in the past year.

Thinking about it, Xia Youjie is still a special-level person even if he defected. In addition, his spells require the absorption of curse spirits to become stronger. When he was in Panxing Sect, he often exorcised curse spirits. From another perspective, he also served as a substitute for Gojo Satoru shared part of the work. But after Xia Youjie's death, special-level matters could only be left to Gojo Satoru to handle. No wonder he was extremely busy. I don't know how he spent this year...

He seems to have brought another group of students. I don’t know how he still has time to teach students. Does he still have time to teach? Is it possible that the old students will lead the new students?

Xia Youjie opened another comic book that seemed familiar to him. It was a comic strip he had not finished reading during his high school days. Unfortunately, he had never seen Xia Youjie again after his defection. He did not expect that it would be so long before they met again. .

"Jay!! Don't be lazy, hurry up and help me~"

Gojo Satoru called Jie over at the top of his lungs. When he saw the comic book in Xia Youjie's hand, he suddenly thought about the content and then shouted to Jie with a bad smile:

"The protagonist died in the end~"

Finally, he explained like a supplement: "It's a typical plot of a boy who slays a dragon and eventually becomes a dragon~"

Xia Youjie, who had just planned to find time to read this comic, was suddenly spoiled:…………

He put the book back on the table with an expressionless expression, ignoring Gojo Satoru's laughter and continuing to pack his things.

After both of them had packed up their things, they planned to visit their great enemy teacher, Noctua Masadao.

No matter what, he is still his teacher, and as the principal of a high school, he must say hello to his students when they come back. Although it felt like Teacher Noctua's blood pressure would soar, Xia Youjie thought with a guilty conscience.

Walking through a long stone road, there are ancient trees and flowers on both sides. The two came to the end of the stone road. It was a teaching building that had experienced many vicissitudes of life because it had been destroyed too many times...