Spell Corrosion

With the insurance of Otoko Yuta and Gou Makiji, at least they don't have to worry about collecting Mr. Suzuki's body when they arrive at the scene.

"They are still first-year students, right? Is it okay to leave it to them?"

After seeing the level of Hiroto Fujisaki in the amusement park, Nakahara also had a general guess about the students of the magic school. Assuming that Fujisaki can represent the average level of the magic school, he doesn't think two first-year students can Can handle this curse.

Maybe Gojo Satoru thinks that the special curse on Otoko Yuta alone is enough?

"Don't use Fujisaki as a standard, my students are all super excellent. Yuta and Ji, a super-level cursed person, a second-level spellcaster, I already think highly of that curse spirit Besides, as long as the two of them can ensure that no one dies before we arrive, that's enough." Wujo Wujo and Zhongya went back to the first floor along the fire escape, and walked out of the hospital hall to the parking lot, "Even if the curse spirit There are really strange abilities that have evolved to the special level, there are too many worries, at least they have no problem with self-protection, and Thorn's ability is very convenient, the curse can prevent them from dying due to the sudden | situation created by the curse."

Like an uncontrollable car accident.

Gojo Satoru got in the car and pushed against the door that was about to close, "I really care about my lovely students, so you can rest assured about this point."

Facing Gojo Gojo's boring behavior of insisting on squeezing into the car from the same side, Nakahara also moved his legs, hesitating between raising his leg to kick someone and retreating, and finally moved to the place before Gojo Gojo came up to cling to him On the other side of the back seat, "Tsk, do you think I don't know, you are called a stupid teacher by your dear students? Also, next time, get on the other side for me."

"This is a rumor, right? It must be a rumor!" Gojo Satoru retorted first, and then realized something was wrong, "I was there when you saw them last time, Chuya. They obviously didn't communicate with you too much? You exchange contact information gone?"

"Junpei asked me for it. Also, I thought the entire conjuration school called you the stupid teacher?"

"Don't worry about these details, Yidizhi, go to the headquarters of the Suzuki Consortium, and hope that the curse has passed away peacefully when we arrive, so that we can get off work on time."

However, Gojo Satoru's wish seemed to have the opposite effect.

As soon as Yidizhi drove the car to the expressway in Kyoto, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was very sensitive to the speed of the car, realized something was wrong.The speed limit on this expressway is 80, even if he had already informed Police Officer Mu Mu in advance, it was impossible for Yi Dizhi to speed up to 140 or higher.This kind of speed is nothing to Zhongyuan Zhongya, but it is completely uncontrollable for an honest person like Yidizhi who has always behaved well, and at most occasionally speeds by twenty or thirty miles when his life is at stake.

"Mr. Gojo! There is a problem with the accelerator and brake!"

Yidizhi tensed up while holding the steering wheel.

He had obviously let go of the accelerator pedal, but the accelerator pedal was still being pressed down, as if another person he could not see was sitting on the seat, and the brake on the other side was opposite to the accelerator pedal. , No matter how hard you step on it, there is no response at all.That is to say, there are not many cars on the high speed at this time, and the current is running in a straight line. Even if the speed is too fast, it will not affect it for the time being, but...

A bend of about sixty degrees appeared ahead.

At this time, Yidizhi could no longer care about Gojo Satoru's answer. The phrase "Eh? Are we also cursed?" came in from his ears, but was shut out by his nervous brain.

Yidizhi's face was expressionless due to muscle stiffness, but cold sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and his hands on the steering wheel were shaking.If something happened to him, with the two guards in the car, he probably bumped and bumped at most, and he couldn't die, but if he bumped into someone... even if he didn't hit anyone, but just hit the protective belt, then It became impossible for them who lost their means of transportation to return to Tokyo in time.

Left and right are big wins for that curse.

"Relax, it's no big deal, isn't the maximum speed of this car is 255 miles?"

When Yidizhi began to feel uncertain about the angle of his steering wheel due to the excessive speed of the car, a hand was stretched out from behind. Turned a little to the left, and slowly continued to turn the steering wheel to the left as the speed gradually increased.

With a beautiful flick, the black Renault drifted past the protective belt.

The young man's hand was slender and slender with distinct joints, obviously a palm a circle smaller than his own, but at this moment it brought an indescribable sense of security.

Yi Dizhi opened his mouth, and his brain seemed to be able to think again, "Chuya-kun?"

"Yidizhi, why did you call Chuya by name without authorization? Also, Chuya, are you too close?" But Gojo Satoru's words were ignored by the other two people in the car at the same time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also adjusted the steering wheel, and because of his posture, the words almost whispered in Yidizhi's ear, "Sit in the co-pilot, I'll do it."

"Ah, good, good!"

Yi Dizhi, who knew how much he weighed, immediately unfastened his seat belt and moved up to the co-pilot with his legs. Unexpectedly, he arrived at the next bend just as he stood up.The super speed brought huge inertia. Without the protection of the seat belt, Yi Dizhi couldn't stabilize the center of gravity, but Zhongyuan Zhong also supported his back before he was thrown against the window by the drifting car.

"Thank you, thank you."

Yidizhi finally switched to the co-pilot safely, and the first thing he did after he was seated was to put on his seat belt immediately.With the snap of the seat belt, Zhong Yuanzhong, who was originally on the back seat, also fixed the steering wheel with supernatural powers, lowered his head and legs, and dexterously changed from the back seat to the driver's seat.

Zhong Yejun's boyfriend is very powerful.

Yi Dizhi, a 25-year-old single social animal boy, watched the boy who was 7 years younger than him control the crazy car with a speed of more than 200 miles per hour. Rubbing the outer ring of the steering wheel, it is light and chic, even if the scenery outside the window is stretched and deformed at high speed, it doesn't make him feel uneasy.

Just don't look ahead.

It is still too exciting to look forward, all the vehicles pass by with a subtle distance that will not scratch.When passing between two vehicles that were almost parallel, Yidizhi felt that his heart was about to stop beating. No matter how steady Zhong Yuanzhong was holding the steering wheel, no matter how strong his sense of security was, it could not be compared to that faced by human beings. The instinct of objects suddenly appearing in front of oneself.

It's like people screaming as the roller coaster plunges down the ground knowing it won't crash.

Although there are still some factors of weightlessness in it.

Gojo Satoru lay on the back of Yizhizhi's seat, and asked with a smile, "Isn't Chuka super handsome?"

"Hmm." Still in a trance, Yi Dizhi nodded instinctively in agreement.

"That's my home too."

"Shut up, and put on your seat belt too!"

"Yes, this is tied."

Yi Dizhi quietly listened to the conversation between the two, and suddenly felt that it might be okay to let Gojo Satoru chase him to the Central Plains, at least he could finally have a reliable person in charge of this reckless guy.

Hey, that's right, I'm a bit sorry for Mr. Zhongye.