Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"Gojo can bear it, but Mao Mao can't."

From sunrise to noon, Noctua Masamichi sat in the principal's office with his legs numb and his face turned black. Just when he could no longer unconscionably deceive himself that Gojo Satoru was a reliable person, he finally came. late students.

The shapeless Gojo Satoru stretched his arms in a funny gesture, pushed the five little carrot heads together in front of Mr. Noctua, and he lightly let out a cheerful voice, like a moving bird. grasshopper.

"Dang dang dang ~ this year's new students ~"

"Children~ This is the most, most, most--the oldest-looking Principal Noctua in the high school~"

"Okay. Now that the above introduction is over, everyone, you can applaud~"

The Right Way of Noctua:= =#

Sparse and unclear but supportive applause rang out. What was more confused than the applause was the freshmen’s brains, which always felt as if they had joined some strange organization. The little carrots began to hesitate whether they should continue.

The baby-faced Gojo Shinta raised his head, tried to stay calm, and asked what he was concerned about.

For example, "Will Atobe-senpai teach us in the future?"

Another example is "Can we still fight against Senior Xia You?"

Another example is "Can I become stronger as long as I stay in a high school?"

"Hey kid, Aze and Jie are very busy every day and have no time to play house games with the kids!"

As soon as the cheerful background music changed, the five cats' fur instantly exploded.

What's going on with this little brat! what happened! I didn't even refuse him to come to a junior high school, but he actually wanted to poach me! ! !

Gojo can tolerate it, but Maomao cannot.

Maomao rolled up his sleeves and grinned: "Let's go to the playground. I will teach you how to practice physical skills well!"

"Enlightenment..." Noctua was about to open his mouth.

"Principal, this is the love from the seniors." Gojo Satoru interrupted the principal's follow-up with a tilt of his head. He laughed out loud in anger: "It's an entrance test!"

Watching the situation go astray, Atobe Keizawa suddenly remembered that Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie almost demolished the Gojo family's ancestral home. He shrank his neck and did not dare to say a word.

However, the little carrot heads are still eager to try, their eyes are shining. This is the teaching of the Son of God. They may not have this opportunity at home. How rare it is!

Gojo Satoru picked up the leader Gojo Shinta. The baby-faced kid with thick reflexes as big as a bowl did not resist. He even felt that... this was a good opportunity to confirm the gap between himself and Satoru-sama.

He clenched his fist and said sincerely: "I understand, thank you Master Wu for your guidance."

Noctua's unspoken words of obstruction were once again blocked by Gojo Shinta. He stood up suddenly as he watched the group of people move towards the playground in a mighty manner.

"It's okay, principal." Atobe Kagezawa, who was still huddled in the corner of the office, had a slumped face. He stretched out his paw to pull the head teacher who was getting angry. With this pull, Noctua Masami could not see the group of people in front of him at all. "Don't worry, Wu will be measured."

"If he has sense...!" Ye Mozhengdao raised his voice and pointed at the door and said tremblingly. He couldn't figure out how someone could say such unkind words.

Gojo Satoru has sense! ? He was too cautious when he demolished the school! ! ?

Are you blind? Atobe Keizawa! !

"It's just repairing the playground, it's not a big problem." Atobe Kagezawa patted the old principal's shoulder coolly, seemingly comforting, but in fact it actually meant a bit of comfort: "Don't worry, I will notify Glass to go and take a look at the playground. "

"..."

Noctua looked at the other disciple leisurely and left in confusion. What did he mean? Notify Glass? Why should we notify Glass?

!

Is it possible that these little brats still want to cause trouble? ! !

……

This incident did end with Gojo Satoru and Ieiri Glass rescuing people at the playground, but with the reversal technique as a guarantee, the little potatoes became more and more frustrated until... they were "educated" by Gojo Satoru for a week. Finally, the little carrot heads of the Gojo family finally understood what it means to have trouble come from the mouth.

Isn’t Nanami-senpai awesome? Isn’t it that the singer-senpai is not gentle? Isn’t Senior Ming Ming handsome? Why do they have to mess with that gorilla in fourth grade?

Although there is no way around the fate of going to the infirmary in the end, at least he won't suffer extensive mental trauma!

Lord Shenzi’s filter was shattered on the floor, and the sincerity of the little potatoes also fell into pieces.

But sometimes the training objects are not something that can be chosen independently. Atobe Keizawa moved a chair and sat under a big shady tree. He tossed a brand new eraser up and down in his hand. The people sitting next to him had surprisingly consistent postures. Gojo Satoru.

Two salted fish were lying in the wind, and only the trustworthy Sister Glass could barely sit upright.

"I'm so tired." Atobe Kagezawa muttered tiredly as he tossed the eraser.

Not far away, the first-year students were shining and sweating on the playground. Nanami was accompanying them in physical training. The spring breeze was blowing, and every move of the boy was full of desire and sweat.

"Yeah, it's so difficult." Gojou agreed weakly on his chair.

"It's really difficult..." Another sigh.

"You two terrible adults, please don't bring your strange emotions to the new juniors. It's embarrassing, okay?" The family member made a sarcastic comment that had nothing to do with himself.

"It's really difficult to expand the domain." Atobe Kageze closed his eyes, and the breeze blew his golden hair: "I have no clue at all."

"That's it, I'll definitely be able to do it when it's time." Gojo Satoru dragged the classmate next to him listlessly: "Ze, I want to eat ice cream."

"Aren't you very proficient in unlimited automation and long-distance movement?" Atobe Keizawa curled his lips. Damn it, he was so envious: "I really want to learn to fly..."

"What kind of ice cream do you want to eat?"

Ieiri Nishiko stood up. Although she admired her two classmates for always pursuing the top, she was even more lazy to listen to the two top students complaining that they were not good enough.

Although the family knows that they may sigh sincerely.

But showing off without knowing it is even more disgusting.

Atobe Keizawa, who was very tired, really felt extremely bald. He had already convinced himself that he could not learn the inversion technique. After all, not everyone had the ability to understand Glass's strange teachings. Way.

This is definitely not because I have no talent.

But it would be too shameful if you could no longer learn how to expand the field, right?

right? Jay? Atobe Keizawa silently gave a cue to another friend who could neither reverse the technique nor expand the field.

While one's own failure is sad, the success of a friend is even more heartbreaking.

But fortunately, there is a good brother who is at the bottom together, which makes Atobe Keizawa not so lonely in the special industry.

Nowadays, the special level has been involved to the point where it has to be supported by its peers, which is really embarrassing.

But Atobe Keizawa could do nothing.

Spring is shining, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and in such a ridiculously leisurely period of time, the new semester of the freshmen is finally on the right track. Even with the name of the Gojo family, no one dares to act like a monster in the high school. .

But waves will eventually rise again with the tide.