It's a power, not a spell

"I heard you picked up a new student?"

"Where did you hear it?"

Jia Ruozi tilted his head, "Everyone knows, why don't you bring someone out to meet you? It's rare to see that you care so much about people, those guys are already curious."

"No~ want to."

"Cut, be stingy."

……

"Conjurers are the same as curses. They are divided into five levels in total. From top to bottom, they are: special level, level one to level four. Even so, the gap between special level and special level can be very different. For example Example-even if all the super conjurers are added together, they are not my opponent!" Although there are only three in total.

Gojo Satoru took advantage of his spare time to introduce the basic common sense of the magic world to Nakahara Chuya.

"Okay, any questions?"

"My level - the maximum limit without breaking the seal, which level is it?"

"Well... in terms of spell power alone, it can be regarded as a first-level level, but if you add physical skills, you can reach the special level."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

"Hey, is that all? There are no other questions?" Wujo Wu still didn't finish.

"If you want to teach and educate people, go to the classroom."

"I'm not interested in giving—" Gojo Satoru's words were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone, and he pouted, "Work is coming... Let people take a rest on holidays, Japanese magicians are really incompetent want to cry."

Gojo Satoru got up, and when he was going out, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said to Nakahara Chuya, "A few boring guys may appear here in the near future, just ignore them."

Even so.

"……what?"

"I said, you don't look like anything special, you're thin and short, like a little girl, I really don't know why that Wutiao teacher is huh——!"

"Ah? Could you please say it again?!"

A third-year student in the magic arts college, Fuye Okura, doubts his life.

Originally, I just heard that Mr. Wutiao accepted a very promising student, and even skipped the assignment to accompany him, so I was driven by strong curiosity to find out. I thought I would see a mighty, tall, imposing, A ruthless character with sharp eyes, or no matter how bad it is, it should be the kind that can be seen as extraordinary at a glance.But I didn't expect——

Not only was his face so unimposing, but his body was also thin and small, and his arms looked like they would break if they were folded.

So how did such a guy win the favor of Gojo-sensei?Is it because she looks cute?

The dissatisfaction in his heart made him impulsively come to the boy to stop him, and uttered provocative words that he would regret countless times in the future-"Is there anything special about you? class?"

The red-haired boy who didn't want to pay attention to it raised his head suddenly, "...what?"

Next, he only remembered that he was talking, and in the blink of an eye, he realized that he was lying on the ground at some point, and the pressure from his head made him realize that he was being stepped on by someone.

"I'll let you say it again." Zhong Yuan Zhong also sneered and crushed his head with the sole of his foot, "Didn't you hear that, huh?"

After all, he was only a child in his teens, even though he said something that shouldn't be said, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't hit him hard, he just gave him a good beating and drove him away.

"Tsk." Seeing Puye and a few of his classmates staggeringly disappearing around the corner, Zhong Yuanzhong slurred in displeasure.

Obviously this time he drank milk every morning and evening, and he also took care not to use supernatural powers to increase the burden on his bones. Four years later, his height was already five centimeters higher than when he was 14 years old...

All these guys around are too tall.

Especially Gojo Satoru.

"Ah, I found it."

Come again?

Zhong Yuanzhong turned around impatiently, but unexpectedly found that it was not the group of bored students.

Ahhh...the outfit, and his voice—

It looks like the professor's eyes, and they all look like they have been devastated by work.

"what's up?"

The adult in a suit and leather shoes pushed his glasses: "You are Mr. Chuya, right?"

"It's me, what's the matter?"

"Is such that……"

Not long ago.

"Mr. Gojo, the next location is—"

"Stop!" Gojo Satoru put on an unbearable expression, "I said, I have been working continuously for a week, even the poor 996 social animal will have a vacation every six days, right?"

"Please don't be joking...Mr. Gojo, the situation this year is different than in previous years. The curse has always been active. It is natural to be busy, please persist for a while." After the busiest time in July, maybe you can Take it easy for a while.

That's what a conjurer does.It's just that this year may be due to the increase in the crime rate, and the curse is a little crazier than in previous years.

"What about the others, whoever they are, find a guy to work for me."

"Everyone is busy..."

"Ah..." Scratching his head irritably, Gojo Satoru suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Yes, let Chuya replace me!"

Yidizhi:?

"You're near the school, right? Now go there to find an orange-haired guy named Nakahara Chuya, and I'll leave the rest of the work to him."

"That's it, hang up."

"Wait a minute, Wutiao first... hello?"

"So, according to Mr. Gojo's explanation, here is the rest of the work..."

When handing over the documents in his hand to Chuya Zhongyuan, Yidizhi couldn't help feeling worried.

Can the boy in front of me really do it?Those who can be handed over to Gojo Satoru must be at least level one.

He has also been idle here for a while, and it's actually not bad to go out for some activities.

Zhong Yuanzhong also flipped through it roughly, and looked at Yidizhi again, "Let's go now?"

"Ah, okay."

He drove the boy to the first location. When the other party got off the car, out of worry, Yidizhi stopped him, "If you are in danger, running away is not a shameful act. It is more important to ensure your own safety than anything else."

"Don't worry." Zhong Yuanzhong also waved his hand, then walked forward without looking back.

Unable to use supernatural powers as he likes, it is true that he will have some troubles when facing super-level curse spirits, but it is only a little trouble, not to mention that this guy in front of him is only level one.

Raising his hand to wipe off a little blood stain on his face, Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his head to sort out the clothes that were wrinkled due to the previous large movement, and then turned back to the front of Yidizhi's parked car.

The latter breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his fairly neat appearance, "It's fine, I'll ask other conjurers who are free to come for the curse spirit, and I'd better leave Mr. Gojo's work to him."

Realizing that he had misunderstood something, Nakahara Chuya frowned slightly, and then relaxed it quickly, "I have already solved it."

"……Eh?"

"Curse Spirit, I have already killed it. If you don't believe me, you can go and confirm it now-I said, do I look weak?"

Yi Dizhi nodded, then immediately shook his head, "No, how come..."

He was obviously only a child in his teens, but at this moment, he felt a sense of oppression that only someone in a high position would have.Unconsciously, he took out a respectful attitude towards his superiors...

Should it be said that Mr. Gojo admires him?

"That's good, let's go to the next one?"

Since that time, Gojo Satoru, who has tasted the sweetness, often finds Nakahara Chuya to replace him, while he goes to sleep leisurely.Once or twice is fine, but after more and more, Nakahara also felt irritable, so he and Gojo Satoru set a bottom line of only twice a week.

As a result, the name Zhongya Zhongya became well-known in the magic world.

At only 14 years old, he has the strength to easily kill the first level. No wonder even Gojo Satoru pays close attention to him.Although no one has seen the scene of him fighting the curse spirit with his own eyes, it is not difficult to imagine how intense it would be after seeing the disaster-like scene.

It stands to reason that talents of this level should have independently carried out the work of exorcising curse spirits and contributing to the stability of society, but Gojo Satoru refused to give Zhongya the official conjurer level certification card in the Central Plains, resulting in curse spells. The Teachers' Association has no way to distribute jobs to people, so it can only resent Gojo Satoru's lazy behavior.

There is no way, and I can't beat it.Apart from compromise, they have no other choice.

"Ah... so tired."

Without even changing his clothes, the young man with the bloody smell left by the battle threw himself on the soft bed and rubbed himself contentedly.

A vein popped out of Zhongyuan Zhongye's forehead.

"I'll give you three seconds, get out."

The eyes behind the sunglasses are tightly closed.The guy who sneaked into the student dormitory in the early morning and occupied the bed without caring that his lovely student was still sleeping was trying to pretend to be asleep.

He was tall, with long hands and long legs, and he occupied the entire bed at once. While hugging the quilt, he also surrounded Zhong Yuanzhong inside.

The opponent's no-lower-limit spell was activated by automatically recognizing objects that might pose a threat, and the fist that Nakahara Chuya swung did not play its due role.

This guy……

Zhong Yuanzhong also gritted his teeth in displeasure, but there was no good way in this situation where physical skills were ineffective and special abilities could not be used.

"Your work is done?"

"No, so Zhong also help me."

"Don't even think about it, from now on, don't expect me to do it for you even once."

The sudden bad news made Gojo Satoru open his eyes in shock, "Eh? Why?!"

"What do you think?"

The white-haired young man showed a serious expression, "Because I didn't obediently get hit?"

"Half of the answers are correct. But if you give up your resistance and I beat you hard, I can give you full marks."

Wujo Wu was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Do you have any friends in China?"

"what?"

"Ah, really, it's useless to ask you about this kind of thing." Gojo Satoru pouted, tightened his arms and closed his eyes again, "Well, just stay with me for a while."

Something is wrong.Has this guy been stimulated by anything today?

The sunglasses had been rubbed to one side, Gojo Satoru looked a little cute when he closed his eyes, Nakahara Nakahara was also surprised by the other party's rare performance, and at the same time thought about what he said before.

Suddenly asked if you have any friends, could it be that you have been hit in interpersonal communication?

No, it's impossible, it's not the first day he was hated by people, this guy should be more or less self-conscious.

So a friend died?Or did you break up with your friend?

...In the end, does this kind of guy have friends?

Nakahara also pursed his lower lip, the more he looked at Gojo Satoru's face, the more he felt that he was sad.

"... Isn't it you?"

When he was still a sheep, he thought he had friends, but it turned out that this was just a one-sided belief.Later, when he went to Beijing, his interpersonal relationships only consisted of leaders, subordinates, enemies, and nasty mackerel.Later, when I came to this world, I only 'know' some people during my four years in school, not friends.

After all, friends are always a relationship based on equality. If the two have different strengths, different levels, and different scenery that the eyes can see, the so-called friendship is just a joke.

And by this standard...

Although I really don't want to admit it, but the only one who fits is the guy in front of me.

If it wasn't always about making yourself mad...

After finishing that sentence in an awkward whisper, there was no response for a long time.

"Are you just reassuring me... or are you pretending to sleep?"

Glancing at the sky outside the window, Nakahara Nakaya escaped from Gojo Satoru's embrace, then bent down and pulled out the quilt to cover the latter.

After changing clothes and opening the door of the dormitory, Yidizhi outside the door raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Eh, Chuya-kun?"

"Well, just leave the rest of the work to me."

Yidizhi took a step back, and when the boy came out and turned to close the door, he saw the white-haired young man lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Yizhizhi: Pupil Earthquake jpg

"what happened?"

"Ah no, it's nothing, please go quickly."