Silver-haired and curly-haired ghost-fearing daily life

2017, early spring.

Standing in front of the pachinko shop, Zenin Maki doubted for the second time the correctness of her desperate trip to Tokyo High School.

By the way, the first time was because she saw that her future classmate Goujuan and the so-called strongest teacher Gojo Satoru were teaming up to play a prank on Principal Noctua.

Lowest.

"...The teacher you found for me is here?"

Gojo Satoru didn't care that the student he had known for a few days stopped using honorifics to him, so he said cheerfully, "Yes."

Maki: "...I don't want to go in. It smells like an uncle, vomit."

Gojo Satoru actually agreed with her: "Indeed, only good-for-nothings come in."

Maki: ...Is this bastard really trying to introduce me to Sensei?

Maki endured it and said, "Just now you said that this person's swordsmanship is very strong..."

Gojo Satoru: "That's the only bastard left."

Gojo Satoru ignored the new student's confusion, looked at his watch and said, "It's okay, judging by the level of filth...that guy should come out."

"—The rich young master of the Wutiao family?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand happily: "Yinshi, are you gambling all over again?"

Maki looked at the silver-haired man in strawberry underwear in front of him, adjusted his glasses, and said expressionlessly: "Where is the swordsmanship? No matter how I look at it, I think he is only fat."

Gojo Satoru spoke briskly: "Well said! You really deserve to be my student. Yinshi, today I specially brought a new student to see your unlucky situation. Surprise, right?"

Maki: "...Didn't you just say you wanted to find me a swordsmanship teacher?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Put that kind of triviality aside."

...Gojo Satoru is such a bastard.

Zenyuan Maki couldn't help but voted for the man in front of him with dead fish eyes, blue veins on his forehead, and only fat clothes-forget it, this kind of useless uncle should not deserve her pity.

Maki sighed: "...I'm going back." I should have expected Mr. Gojo to be playing tricks again!She is so naive.

She turned around and left, but was stopped by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru: "Don't be impatient, Maki. It's a fact, this natural scroll's swordsmanship... is better than mine."

Gojo Satoru didn't wait for her to respond, and then added: "...But it's only swordsmanship."

Yinshi: "...It's really annoying, have you put on enough airs? I took off your clothes in such a spare time and gave them to you, Mr. Yinshi."

Wu looked down slightly: "So much shorter than me, how dare you say so cheekily, do you really want to wear sweeping clothes so much?"

Yinshi: "...It's only twelve centimeters! It's not even half of my 〇〇 as Yinsang——"

Gojo Satoru covered Maki's ears: "Haven't you woke up yet? It's obviously half of your 〇〇 less than twelve centimeters——"

Maki: "...I've heard it."

What do you think of these two big men?Talking about such a bad topic in the street! !

I repeat, even if Gojo Satoru still remembers to cover her ears, he is the worst teacher ever.

Oh, if this silver-haired natural curly is her future swordsmanship teacher, then congratulations to him, he will be tied for first place with that bastard.

Gojo Satoru: "...Forget it, I'll talk about this later."

Maki: ...No, this kind of topic should be buried forever.

Gojo Satoru threw out a bag: "Here you are, clothes."

Yin Shi: "...Don't use the tone of teasing a dog."

Gojo Satoru was surprised: "Eh? Did you hear it?"

Yin Shi: "...For the sake of you rarely bringing me clothes, I will bear with it..."

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Not bad, not bad. But, that's my lovely student's tuition."

Yin Shi: "... Huh?"

The author has something to say:

…………Sorry, Maki, your glasses have strange properties

And I'm sorry for your big sword TuT, you will rely on the next most of the time to kill the opponent with a single blow

I'm sorry, Mr. Wujo, you were really very b-like, but the pollution of that natural curl is too strong......

"A sad story about the author of this crash who is always apologizing"

"The title of this chapter suddenly contains the sad story of three people"

"The sad story of the giant who abused the author and gave birth to sand sculptures in anger"