I'll retire when I'm done

Love is long-suffering and kind; love does not envy, love does not boast, is not arrogant, and does not act shyly... Even if the magician has never had a belief in a god, but purely from the literary sense, the Bible’s interpretation of love It's still a long aftertaste and I can't help but nod frequently, but it turns out that most of the capable conjurers are either mentally ill or born with dark souls. Normal human beings have distorted and unbearable perceptions of love. There is reverence for morality and love, and some people may not even have the most basic respect.

Fuhei Hui'an has grown up steadily for 16 years, and the objects he contacts are all at the ceiling level of the magic world. Whether it is a scumbag father or a wicked teacher, they can be said to be typical negative teaching materials in the process of children's growth: the former is not to mention human love, Even Fu Heihui sometimes doubts the existence of the most basic human emotion and morality;

At this moment, Fu Heihui was staring at the exquisite silver ring on the silver-haired teacher's ring finger, his expression was so serious that when he folded his hands under his chin and stared at the teacher who had been talking on the phone for more than half an hour on the podium , His two classmates didn't realize it for a while. He just made this gesture habitually, and he still wanted to summon Shikigami and smash the phone in Gojo Satoru's hand to complete the great deed of killing his master.

"Look at what I'm doing, Hui," the silver-haired man wearing a blindfold put down his phone and looked back at his lovely students, with his usual frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth, and the next second he professed to make Fu Hei Hui's forehead twitch. : "Is the homework left by the teacher unfinished? Do you need uncle to explain to your aunt?"

--right here.

Fugurohui's hands folded shadows under his chin, Nagazaki Yarose took a breath and covered his face, while the only good student who was good at cheering, Hirohito Kojou recalled the follow-up plot that triggered this kind of scene before, and his expression was immediately serious up.

Three seconds later, the strongest □□ in the first-year trio, who possesses a power comparable to the sky and the curse, was ready to rush out at any time, but the nail on the left was pinched and painted with beautiful nail polish His white palms pressed against his shoulders, and the black shadow on his right foot was also tightly wrapped around his ankles. The end of his eyes swept across the two little friends who had been with him many times, and he tasted desperately from the bright smile of Nagasaki Wild Rose. It's similar to the subtext of "if you dare to run, you will die".

"Anyway, that's what your class is all about, it doesn't matter what the theory class is, just wait for the actual combat acting to make up for it—"

Nagasaki Wild Rose angrily yelled at the table: "No matter how you look at it, it doesn't matter how you look at it, don't you want to listen to your theory class guidance after working so hard with the curse spirit? You bad teacher!"

"No, no, what I mean is that you guys can put this kind of boring theoretical class to the back of your mind and don't need to take it anymore. After all, other than the development of the field, other knowledge is useless~ There is only so much work in the magic world. If you really can't do it, you can throw it to your great teacher Xia You, anyway, that guy will not refuse a cute student!"

Gojo Satoru said a lot to himself, then raised his voice and clapped his hands, his smile suddenly became brighter than ever: "The topic of this class discussion is: 'How to help your favorite teacher Wujo choose a new year gift for his fiancée Battle'--!"

Knotabagi Yuhito: "What a long title...Speaking of which, teacher, have you not succeeded? You have been engaged for so long?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's a pity, Yuren, the teacher's fiancée has always been eyeing my family property and not me~" The 28-year-old people's teacher suddenly covered his chest with his hands, and made a crying grief: "It's okay to focus on the family property , but I am such a handsome guy right in front of me who can use it with unlimited usage, she hasn’t even taken the initiative to covet my body for so long | Is it too much!!!”

"Hey, it's true, the teacher is so handsome!"

Gojo Satoru: "Yeah, I think so too! I'm the strongest man, everyone knows that everything is perfect. Why doesn't she stare at me? If she's tired of my cheating, I checked all the people around her. No one is eligible, and the seven-year itch has been both of us for how many years it doesn't make sense to start now..."

Nagasaki Yaqiangwei was silent for a while, then slowly raised her hand: "...No, teacher, I don't think this should be a suitable topic to talk about with students."

Gojo Satoru: "No way, Jie doesn't want to listen to me anymore and he hasn't been able to come up with any reliable suggestions, so I can only find you—"

If I'm guilty, I should go to fight with super magic spirits and accept the death that belongs to magicians.

Fu Heihui buried her face in her hands, thinking desperately.

... instead of staying here and listening to what his wicked teacher was going to do to his only real aunt.

"...Why don't you discuss it with your aunt yourself, teacher." Fu Heihui let out a breath of foul air, forcefully using reason to relieve her throbbing brain nerves, "Anyway, she will basically listen to most of what you said, There is no need to discuss it with us."

"It's so cold, Xiaohui. When I was young, I still cried and said to my aunt that I want to hug and sleep together. If I grow up, my uncle will be sad if he is so uncute..."

"...No matter what, it has nothing to do with my aunt and you! And it's just an engagement, not a marriage. Don't call yourself uncle, you vicious teacher!!!"

***

"That's it, kicked out by the students—"

Gojo Satoru's chair wobbled and made a distorted sound of creaking.

"Aren't you good... the current first grade, the rebellious period?"

In the teacher's office, Xia Youjie sorted out the lesson plans without looking up. "You deserve it, who told you to say that unreliable thing in class."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, and said in a worried tone: "Although I said so, I haven't decided what gift to give this year..."

"Enlightenment." Xia Youjie closed the lesson plan calmly, staring at his best friend whose mental age is inversely proportional to his physical age, his eyes are loving and loving as if looking at his ignorant rebellious son: "You are not too young. Don't try to discuss with others about having a child?"

Gojo Satoru lazily elongated the ending: "No~"

"Hasn't Mr. Fu Hei, who is in the first grade, already acquiesced in this matter? I remember that child said 'If my aunt would be very happy if she has her own blood, he can accept it'."

"What are you talking about Jie?" Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at his friend with a smile, his eyes were covered by a blindfold, Xia Youjie could only hear his friend's hearty laughter, light and natural, through the teacher's desk and chair and the stacked lesson plans : "It's me who doesn't want a child, do you think I will allow other 'things' to exist in her body?"

No need is no need.

Apart from myself, I don't allow any [thing] to leave traces in that body that don't belong to me.

Gojo Wujo is crazy without knowing it, and the 28-year-old Wujo Wu is the terrifying rationality of self-consciousness, love and desire, love and obsession, which are clearly distinguished but mingled together unscrupulously. Gojo Satoru, who has become well-behaved and docile, and whose soul was killed by a false death, will instead become crazy and paranoid. All kinds of abnormal emotions gather together to form a love that belongs to Gojo Satoru.

He was so lucid that even his good friend Xia Youjie would look at him cautiously occasionally.

"It's love," Gojo Satoru swore with his hands up high, like a pious believer praising the gods, but in fact everyone knows that Gojo Satoru is purely self-centered, and he is the only one in the sky and the world. Even if there is a god, he will be torn from the sky. Do it on his own, just like now he defines the relationship between the two of them on his own: "What did Yuta say?——We are pure love!"

The 28-year-old Six Eyes is well-deservedly the strongest, triumphantly emphasizing in a low voice with his friends his distorted view of love to the extreme.

"...No, Wu, yours is just a simple pervert."

Xia Youjie ignored the classic lines of a certain second-year super conjurer who once caused him a psychological shadow, and looked at his expression like an old father looking at his son who had gone astray and had a bad heart.

The old father watched his son fall ill with concern, and he didn't know whether to thank Bai Hong for being a living bodhisattva who saved suffering and rescued all living beings by offering sacrifices to save all sentient beings, or to blame him for being the culprit to a certain extent for tossing Wutiaowu into what he is now.

The object of domestication and domestication has always had a vague definition between the two of them. It is hard to say whether he has become what he is now because of someone's acquiescence and connivance. In fact, it is quite scary when you think about it carefully, isn't it? Well, leaving aside the issue of Wujo Wu, Bai Hong indulged Wujo Wu's madness without a bottom line on the premise that he was [-]% clear about what he was doing. Body, love, and her right to belong to this person have been so far. So far, Xia Youjie hadn't noticed that the other party had really ignored Gojo Satoru and refused the other party's request.

Because the two people are looking for completely different things, but the ultimate goal can be said to be the same goal by different routes, so Baihong has almost no bottom line in matters related to Wutiaowu. It's not like she didn't do it when she was unhappy and flattened an entire organization—Xia Youjie was lucky enough to meet those people from the Supernatural Secret Service Division who looked at the strongest in the magic world, and they often gritted their teeth with hatred. Strictly speaking It's not like looking at the eyes of the enemy, but more like looking at the sinful vixen who has caused great harm to the country and the people.

The male vixen is domineering and arrogant. He is the strongest man in the world of magic. He is also the strongest man outside the world of magic. No matter which side he is, he is the type that cannot be offended; and the man named Ango Sakaguchi reminded him many times euphemistically. Well, that major general has been absent from three important meetings this week, I hope someone can restrain himself a little bit, at least put their major general back for two days to deal with the backlog of work.

In fact, there is no way for a certain person to restrain himself, nor does he plan to restrain himself. The major general has recently compromised to the point where he will only participate in remote video conferences. Even so, the exquisite and crisp white three-piece suit he just put on was picked off by a big domestic cat. , the neck was also bitten several times, and it was impossible to hold the meeting. Bai Hong sighed and stretched his arms, hesitating for less than a second between asking for leave on the phone and ignoring the video conference.

Do you love me?

Wujo Wudi asked countless times, with the same sticky tone as always, with the sweetness of a soft and coquettish cat.

I love you.

The major general has never been stingy with his lover's love words with Gojo Satoru, she has given him enough, the love of one person, the protection under the privilege, allowing him to touch her dead line and kiss her eyes.

But Wujo Wu still felt that it was not enough.

The man took off his blindfold, looked at her intently, held her cheeks with both hands and gently held her neck, the fragile and slender deadly part fell into his palms, and she had no intention of dodging and struggling, so Bai Hong stretched out his hand to hold his The heart, the ring on the ring finger is shining, it is the same style as Gojo Satoru.

He looked up at her, the six eyes conferred by the world of magic and cursed by the people of the previous world, the magic eyes of death, it was a more seductive blue, the man showed a sweet and charming smile, looking at the eyes he left in the world like.

what do you want?Bai Hong ignored the hands that were still on her neck, just like Wu Tiao Wu calmly ignored the palms covering her chest, she lowered her eyebrows, her posture was dignified and arrogant, and she asked patiently and good-naturedly.

I didn't give you what you wanted.

Gojo Satoru licked his lips.

——Leave a mark for me, a mark that belongs only to your soul.

He grabbed Bai Hong's hand, inserted his fingers between the other's fingers and forced her to stretch them out, then slid all the way down her chest, and finally stuck to his hot belly.

"It's printed here."