Goujuan always refuses to confess

Gojo Satoru was not the one who ran to Mount Sumati in the end.

The people in Jugao said that Gojo Satoru had something to do and couldn't get away, and he also said that his finger had been snatched anyway, so it was useless for him to come here, so it's better to let Shizhikong figure out a way by himself.

Like making a wish or something.

But Toto refused.

Shizhi said that retrieving the sealed Su Nuo finger was no easier than sending Wujo Wu to his mountain.

Besides, the school has lost six fingers, and it's nothing more than adding another one to the curse spirit.

The person who came to the school was not a teacher Shizhi was familiar with. This conjurer teacher was not as strong as Wujo Wu, and even froze for a moment when facing the crowd of villagers.

Then he asked the assistant supervisor who called him over in a low voice: "Is this really not a cult?"

Yidichi Jiegao, who was asked, replied dumbly: "No, he has a formal certificate."

The teacher climbed up the mountain slowly, and under the watchful eyes of Shi Zhikong, he went through the warehouse of his shrine carefully again, making sure that nothing was missed this time.

"So why didn't you check this warehouse last time?" asked the teacher who was searching.

"Probably... hurry to deal with me?" Shi Zhi leaned against the door and shrugged.

The warehouse of the entire shrine was turned upside down by Mr. Curse Gao. There was nothing related to curses and cursed objects, but there were some other strange things.

The teacher pulled out several knives that were bundled together. He pulled out one at random, and the silver blade flashed coldly. It was a good knife.

Shi Zhi frowned slightly, "These knives..."

He prolonged the ending, and the teacher who didn't recognize the special nature of the knife asked casually, and he introduced it.

"These knives used to be called Japanese knives, made of special ore." Tenzhi pointed, "It seems to change color, I don't know how to do it."

The teacher carrying a bundle of knives drew out the handle with a special blade according to Juzhi Kong's instructions, and the golden blade made people's eyes shine.

Shizhi smiled and said, "It was passed down from a believer's family. I don't know where he got it. He said it looked good and gave it to me."

The believer also said that these knives have stories, but the stories are not recorded in words, and they will be lost as they are passed on, lost in the long river of history.

After looking at the knife, the teacher took out a wooden box more than ten centimeters long, which was relatively new.

Shi Zhi poked his head and glanced. The lid of the box was opened to reveal a plant full of green inside. The claw-shaped flower buds made it very recognizable.

"Is it... a mutated Bianhua?" Shizhi thought for a while, "It must be a new species discovered in the past two years."

Ten sticks is still the same explanation, the believer thought it was rare and gave it to him.

After a pass through the warehouse, the teacher acting as a coolie looked at the well-organized warehouse and always felt that something was wrong.

Curse high unknown teacher: Is he considered a coolie?

New locks have been put on the warehouse of Sumati Shrine, and Manga has harvested a batch of various gadgets across various fields.

Then write a report and send the list back. When Goujuan was reading the assistant supervisor's writing, he leaned over to take a look, and then he was a little puzzled.

"Dried bonito?" The spellcaster made a confused voice.

"What?" Yi Dizhi, who was typing, looked up from the computer screen, not realizing what Gou Juan was denying.

——"Stone", besides, Sora and I found a small stone-like thing in the warehouse, isn't it on the list?

Yidizhi looked at the words written by Goujuan and shook his head, he said that there was no such thing among the things brought back to Mangao.

Gou Juan didn't struggle with it for too long, and he typed another line saying that he probably lost it.

——It's just a small thing, with a strange smell, but it's not a curse thing.

—By the way, Mr. Ichichi, where is Sora going with the other teacher?

Yidizhi pushed the frame of the mirror and replied: "There must be someone to report that you have met the super magic spirit, and Toko-kun is perfect as the owner of the mountain and the shrine."

……

When Shizhi saw Gojo Satoru, the other party was on the phone, and he didn't mean to avoid Shizhi, pushing a cup of coffee with sugar added to sticky, Gojo Satoru continued to call.

Shi Zhi picked up the teacup and stirred it twice with a small spoon. Out of the same love for sweets, Shi Zhi didn't put the coffee back on his teacher's head.

From the few words on the phone, it can be understood that Gojo Satoru is talking to someone about the mission of the first-year juniors and juniors.

They also seem to have encountered enemies outside the specifications.

But this is not the focus of Shizhi's attention.

He removed the wrapper of a lollipop from his pocket, sat there with the candy in his mouth, and wrote a brief briefing before Gojo Satoru hung up the phone.

The cause, process, and result did not include any details of the battle. It only said that the super magic spirit was scared away after hearing Wujo Wu's name.

Shi Zhikong wrote it casually, and Wujo Wu also read it casually.

The white-haired teacher finished reading three lines at a time, then folded the paper and threw it away.

Wujo Wu nodded, and felt that Shizhi's writing was very real, and it was the correct development for the curse spirit to run away when he heard his name.

He just didn't expect that the thing that attracted the curse spirit in Shizhi Shrine was the Su Nuo finger they were looking for.

The seal on Su Nuo's fingers was tight, and no breath leaked out.

This incident is a bit déjà vu, somewhat similar to the school incident where Gojo Satoru met Knotabagi Yuhito.

But since Su Nuo's finger has been lost, there is no need to investigate it carefully.

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs and thought for a moment, before opening a new topic.

"I asked you to think about it before, how did you think about it?"

After eating the lollipop, Shizhi, who was tasting the viscous drink, raised his head. There was a layer of coffee-colored liquid on the edge of his lips. He licked his lips and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nishimiya Momo." Gojo Satoru named a name. He had just finished talking with the teacher in Kyoto and chatted a few words. "The school means that you should apologize anyway."

Shizhi thought for a while, and there was such a thing.

After Wujo Satoru released him from the confinement, the Kyoto school seemed to make some demands based on his actions, mostly apologies.

But he didn't respond then, and his attitude is still the same now.

"Apologize?" Shizhi smiled mockingly, "It's impossible to apologize."

The silver-haired boy was sipping some refreshments, without any intention of following the school's instructions.

Just when the stalemate was about to continue, Shizhi clapped his hands together, "I recommend her as a first-level magician."

Following his words, the teacher with his legs crossed in front of him stopped beating for a moment. He didn't care, and continued: "Do you need the recommendation of two or more first-level magicians?"

"I have one, and I will find the remaining one recommender."

"The thing that almost killed her... How about just writing it off?"

Shizhikong blinked.

"Why isn't Thorn a first-level magician?"

"?"

"It's nothing, just a little distressed."

The silver-haired student was sitting in a fast food restaurant, scribbling on the menu in his hands, and planned to hand over the desserts and rice balls after they were all checked out.

The magician who was stronger than the menu crossed out some of the rice ball options and replaced them with food that would be ordered for a normal meal. He hesitated and kept all the desserts.

While handing over the menu and waiting for the food to be served, Gou Juan looked at Shi Zhi.

——What are you worrying about?

"I want to recommend a student from Kyoto as a first-level magician, but I need to gather two recommenders. There are only a few first-level magicians I know."

"Teacher Wujo is a super class and refuses to help, Qihai... um, where is his phone number?"

Goujuan tilted his head and thought for a while, then mentioned a name.

——Ms. Kusakabe?

"Ah?" Shizhi raised his head from searching for contact information in a daze, "Who is this?"

——… Our head teacher.

The question marks on Shizhi's head were almost concrete, and his eyes were full of incomprehension, "Does our school have teachers other than Gojo Satoru?"

In the whole school, except for the principal, the school doctor and the auxiliary supervisor, it feels like Gojo Satoru is working alone. This teacher is like a brick, which needs to be moved wherever it needs to be moved.

——Sora, don't be like this... Anyway, Mrs. Kusakabe is our homeroom teacher, although...

Goujuan didn't say anything about the latter, he thought that Shizhi rarely met with their homeroom teacher.

Due to Goujuan's serious expression, Shizhi could only think a little bit to recall the identity of the teacher in the school. Except for Gojo Satoru, he basically didn't remember anyone, let alone...he actually didn't attend the class of the head teacher a few times .

He checked everything that should be done. As a problem student, only Gojo Satoru was able to suppress him.

It took me a while to dig through the corners of my memory to find out what this teacher looks like. His class teacher seems to be such a person.

So the ten golden eyes turned, "Then——Ji, do you think I ask him for help, will he—"

"Dried bonito!!" Goujuan hurriedly stopped Shi Zhi who was trying to ask him for the contact information of the class teacher, and repeated again, "Bonito, fish, dried!"

Shi Zhi's mobile phone was snatched by Gou Juan, and he took a look, and the screen displayed a sent text message, and the recipient was Jianren Qihai.

You don't need to click on the dog scroll to know what information Shizhi sent.

And within a few seconds after he turned on the screen, a message came back. Judging from the message prompt, the first few words of Jianren Qihai said "Let him think about it".

Dog Roll: ?Sora, when did you have such a good relationship with Nanami-senpai?

Shizhi: "? It's not very good, Qihai has asked me several times about the whereabouts of Mr. Gojo, probably because he wants to avoid him."

For a while, Goujuan didn't know whether to complain about Teacher Wutiao's relationship or why senior Qihai had such an idea, and finally he returned the phone to Shizhi.

"Salmon roe..." He sighed, "Salt roe."

Gou Juji felt that Shi Zhikong's interpersonal relationship was also very strange.

The fast food restaurant they are staying in near the regular school is rarely served because it is not for meals, except for Shizhi and Goujuan, there are no people there.

There was no class scheduled at school today, and as the only two students who did not need to participate in the assessment of first-level magicians, the two were given leave.

The three first graders and the two second graders were taken out for a meeting, and Shizhi simply invited the dog out.

It's a date, but it's actually not much different from when they used to hang out.

In theory, Shizhikong doesn't like places with many people, but every time he follows the old-fashioned procedure, he will take the dog to the movies, crowded in the crowded scenes, and the noise in his ears is full of human whispers.

He rested his chin and stared at the leading spellcaster the whole time, only to see him blushing, and pushed his gaze away with his palm.

After the movie, I had a meal, and I picked a lot of online recommendations.

There is a white snake ornament on the counter of the store. The owner of the store has very unkind eyes. Seeing that they are too close, they eased up a little. After a while, the beautiful proprietress came to serve them.

"Come on! You ordered too much, and the rest of the waiters can't handle it!" The pink-haired proprietress smiled, holding her face and said, "Our desserts are delicious, I recommend cherry cakes!"

The proprietress blinked her big green eyes before leaving, and then ran away with her flushed face covered in her hands.

The next moment, the boss's fierce eyes pierced towards him like a knife.

Goujuan vaguely smelled a non-existent smell of vinegar, and he hid behind Shizhi, but the latter was not affected.

The cherry cake was indeed as soft and delicious as the proprietress introduced, and the spellcaster sitting opposite was also cute and cute.

Just when the two were eating happily, the store door was pushed open again, causing the wind chimes to ring.

The quiet footsteps finally stopped at their table.

Goujuan looked up, called "Kelp", and tapped on the table next to Shizhi.

After being reminded by Gouju, Shizhi raised his eyes.

Beside their table was a dark-haired kid with straight-eyed eyes and a baggy black and white skull hoodie.

"Hi." The boy greeted politely, "May I ask you a question?"