After a tiring conversation, I finally bid farewell to this dedicated cartoonist and returned home exhausted.

As soon as Mokona got home, he broke away from his schoolbag, jumped out of it, and protested, "Mokona was almost suffocated to death! Mokona is so pitiful!"

Death is impossible. How could a magical product die just because it was kept in an ordinary bag, but being forced to stay in a small bag that couldn't move for a whole day, it was very miserable to think about it.

I collapsed on the sofa, and comforted me with Mokona's favorite dessert, "Xiaolan and Yuanzi asked me to go shopping together after school tomorrow, and I will bring you back a lot of desserts, please let me go today... ...I can't move anymore."

If Mokona insists on eating it now, then I can only give some money and let it find a way to buy it. I will never go out!

Fortunately, Mokona is very considerate, bouncing up and down to my side, pushing my arm with a soft head, "Strawberry, matcha, honey, milk, chocolate, no matter what flavor Mokona is." All!"

I casually raised my hand to touch it a few times, "Okay, okay, I got it, I'll let you eat tomorrow."

"Okay!" Mo Kena jumped to the kitchen humming a strange song, and brought me a glass of water with his head, just like raising a dog, not to mention the feeling of warmth.

It would be more warm if the spilled water is not so much...

After procrastinating, I ordered a takeaway. While waiting for the takeaway, I took out my textbook and started to do my homework.

Yes, even if you are busy saving the world, you still have to hand in your homework. Fortunately, the amount of homework is not too much. I swallowed it quickly and filled in the answers. I just waited until after dinner, and then I will talk to Mo Ke when it gets dark. Take it out for inspection.

The surrounding area can barely be regarded as peaceful, but you can see a few monsters from time to time, not to mention the places farther away. Although most of them are weak and weak monsters, the frequency of their appearance cannot be underestimated. The refresh points of monsters entering the game are the same.

I was rushing to do my homework when my phone rang suddenly. I picked up the phone and looked at the caller ID. Oh, it’s knotweed. I wonder how their training is going today?

As soon as I connected, before I had time to speak, I heard the energetic voice of Knotabazu Yujin rushing out of the phone, "Yo Qingshan, Teacher Gojo asked me to let me know, next time we will have a special training together!"

Me: "Huh?"

What are we doing together?Who to train?

Knotaba Yuhito didn't notice my shock at all, he planned with great interest that we could choose a suitable day next time, so that I wouldn't have to worry about being late for school.

Me: "..." Thank you, but it's really not a matter of being late for school!

Knotweed ran too fast this morning, obviously I didn't see the tragic situation that I was half dead in 10 minutes, and judging by his calm appearance now, it is obvious that the long-distance run in the morning had little effect on them.

Will die, train with this group of perverts, will definitely die!

Me: "Give the phone to Gojo Satoru!"

"Eh? Mr. Gojo just left. What do you need from him? I can send a message for you! Wait, what are you doing, Wild Rose..." After a burst of noise, the person on the other side of the phone apparently changed, "Muyue, I am Wild Rose , don’t listen to the nonsense of the knotweed, Mr. Wutiao knows your situation, and the content will definitely not be the same as ours.”

Isn't it natural that the content is different from yours!I don't feel relieved at all!

Let me go please!No matter what kind of injury I get during the battle, it will be repaired by the soul gem, why do I still need to do physical training!

But Wild Rose is obviously not the one who can decide this matter, so I ended the call after a few words with her.

I started to look for Gojo Go’s number on my phone. Before that, the little mentally handicapped Yuhito Knotashi used Gojo Go’s phone to exchange phone numbers with me. Although I changed back later, Gojo Go’s phone number should still be in my phone... ?

Eh...no!It won't be deleted by me!

We all know him, so I suddenly deleted his account for no reason!I flipped through the address book back and forth, trying to find any clues about Gojo Satoru.

Wait, who is this admissions teacher?Why do I save this number?

I thought hard for a while, and finally remembered that I took Gojo Satoru as the admissions teacher at the time, and added such a note to the phone number casually.

I:"……"

Honestly, I changed my name to Gojo Satoru. After thinking about it, I still didn't call directly, but sent a text message first.

[I'm Qingshan, I vaguely heard that I will also participate in the next training camp, but everyone is very busy, so it is difficult to adjust the date?There is no need to change the time for me, everyone's training is more important, and I will not relax myself!Anyway, thank you very much for your kindness! 】

Great, next time they book it, just say I don't have time!After all, I am a student, saving the world and fighting monsters while also taking care of school, I am already very busy!

Unexpectedly, as soon as the text message was sent, my mobile phone rang, and the words Wu Tiao Wu were clearly displayed on the screen.

Fuck!This is too fast!I'm not ready yet!It's just that after skipping class, I just thought of an excuse to make a phone call from the head teacher!

I answered the phone as if death was at home, in short, I would implement the idea just now, no matter what he said, just insist that I don't have time!

Unexpectedly, the first sentence on the opposite side was not to discuss the training issue, but complained with an aggrieved tone, "It's too much, I know it's my intention, and Xiao Muyue still refuses like this!"

I:"……"

As expected of Gojo Satoru, any nervousness, any anxiety, all of a sudden disappeared...

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