The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

It is already 10:30 in the evening.

Xia Youjie looked at the dialing interface on the phone, and Ye Mo Zhengdao standing in front of him was waiting for his answer: "Has Wu not come back yet?"

"Not yet, but I should have gone somewhere to play. Although the curse spirit is said to be quasi-level one, it shouldn't be a problem for Wu."

While speaking, the phone was connected.

Gojo Satoru's voice came from the phone, but his voice was not loud, as if he had deliberately lowered the volume, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's like this. The teacher sees that you haven't come back yet, let me ask you about the situation over there."

"This, the curse spirit has been solved, there is no problem."

After Xia Youjie relayed it to Ye Mo Zhengdao, Ye Mo Zhengdao told him not to be late for class tomorrow morning and left.

Before the phone was hung up, Xia Youjie sighed: "So what are you up to?"

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded flamboyant and casual, "Teaching children with their homework."

"?..." Xia Youjie suspected that he had heard wrong, "Where did the child come from?"

"I picked it up outside." Wujo Satoru answered casually, and the answer didn't sound very reliable.

"Then pay attention to yourself, don't bully the child to cry."

Gojo Satoru yelled in dissatisfaction: "Ah? Am I that kind of person? Am I serious about helping children with their homework?"

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru added another sentence: "I really don't understand, the mathematics in middle school is very simple, I don't know how to do this, and I wrinkle my face from worrying about my homework every day. How can it be so difficult."

Xia Youjie captured the key information: "A middle school student?"

Gojo Satoru: "Yes."

"I thought it was a very small child. If you are a middle school student, you are not much older. You are almost called a junior or a junior."

"I think her brain is no different from that of a child."

"Still a girl?"

"What's wrong? Girls are children too?" Wutiaowu couldn't comprehend why Xia Youjie suddenly focused on this.

Xia Youjie smiled slightly, "Middle school student, girl, I should have met this person, right?"

"..." Wujo Gojo hissed, obviously also thinking of the day when Xia Youjie and Xia Youjie went to the coffee shop to exorcise the curse last time.

He didn't answer, Xia Youjie didn't seem to intend to let him go, and asked with a smile: "So did you get your underwear back?"

"........."

"Okay, I'm just kidding, come to class early tomorrow morning, maybe there are still some things that haven't been resolved about the curse spirit that you exorcised this time."

"understood."

in front of the windowsill.

After hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru put away the phone.

Looking back, Ling Yao was lying under the quilt, with only one head exposed.

Her hair was very soft, and it was randomly scattered on the pillow when she was sleeping. Because she slept so deeply, her hair was also messed up and looked like a hairy head.

But she was sleeping very well, her eyelashes were gently closed, covering them like a feather fan, falling on her fair and tender skin, revealing her innocence and ignorance of the world.

To say she is a child is not an exaggeration at all.

Except for its size and age, it looks like a newborn baby in every way.

He is obviously a child raised in a very ordinary family, both parents have normal jobs, and the family environment is also very harmonious, but I don't know why he developed such a character.

To say it is simple is not enough to describe it. To be precise, it is more like a child who grew up in isolation and suddenly sees the outside world. He doesn't understand anything, and everything feels new.

There is also the special ability to resurrect the dead.

No matter how you look at it, she is not an ordinary girl.

Apart from……

Gojo Satoru walked to the desk.

The desk lamp was on, and there was a math homework with bells ringing.

Looking forward, it is an assignment I wrote before, and the error rate is extremely high, and it is not impossible to make all mistakes. It is a very small probability of a happy event to get more than three questions correct.

Only this can't write homework, like an ordinary middle school student.

Gojo Satoru turned around to leave, but just as he took a step, he paused and came back.

He took out a pen, pressed the note down, and left.

"Ling Yao, mom is going to the store, so I should do my homework seriously at home."

After breakfast, my mother said hello and went out to the shop opened by the family.

Ling Yao watered her potted plants as usual, loosened the soil, and after completing a series of daily routines, she returned to her desk to find out the homework to be written.

Thinking of the math homework this week and weekend, Ling Yao's mood dropped a lot.

However, when she walked to the desk and saw her homework and exercise books on the desk, she was a little stunned.

She doesn't remember that she took out her homework last night...

Last night, after sending Wujo Wu away, she washed up and went to sleep.

She didn't like homework, she didn't even want to look at the desk, she just lay down and went to sleep.

Did mom check her homework?

Thinking of the series of wrong questions in her exercise book... Ling Yao's face turned pale, she would definitely be taught a lesson if her mother saw it!

There was still a blank piece of paper on the homework book, which was pressed with a pen, and Ling shook her finger to put it on. Thinking of her mother being angry or sad after checking the homework and leaving what she said to her, she didn't have the courage to open it.

Closing her eyes, Ling shook her heart and turned the paper over.

She opened her eyes and looked over carefully.

—A whole page of densely packed formulas.

The page numbers and question numbers were written down in sequence.

Ling Yao was stunned, and it took a long time to react. Looking at the series of question numbers below, she quickly found the exercise booklet.

Page number, title number.

...Oh my god, all the questions in this entire exercise book have been written.

But this exercise book will be used until next year's grade, that is to say, there is no need to worry about math homework for the next year?

Hands were almost trembling, Ling Yao found out the phone, and found Gojo Satoru's contact number.

Ignoring what I said before not to disturb him without authorization, Ling Yao edited the text message, "Did you write it for me?"

Click Send.

--Failed to send.

Ling Yao stared blankly at the notification that the sending failed, and clicked sending again.

Failed again.

This is... was blocked?

The prompt on the screen disappeared after a few seconds, leaving only a string of unsent messages.

And his name was written on the note on the header, Gojo Satoru.

There was a wind blowing outside the window, and the white page full of Wu Tiaowu's handwriting fluttered and fell in the wind. Some loose nightgowns on her body were blown by the wind, and the soft hair was also blown away, scattered messily on the cheeks.

Ling Yao tried to click send for the last time.

……Failed to send.