I'm an undercover agent at the High School of Magic

"Hemeijiang, although there is no grade requirement for the profession of a conjurer, your foundation is worse than I imagined." Wujo Satoru said with an exaggerated expression, flipping a few papers full of mistakes, "Six I only passed two subjects, and I almost handed in a blank paper for science... To be honest, did you really not lie about your age? The correct answers are only for elementary school students."

Hemei glared at Gojo Satoru, if he hadn't been a hindrance, at least she could have passed a Chinese.

"It's already said that I haven't gone to school. You asked someone who didn't go to school to answer high school questions suddenly. I didn't hand in all the blank papers, which is already very good!"

"Nonono, Tsurumi-chan, this society is very cruel. Adults only look at the results, not the so-called effort and process." Wujo Wupan raised his face and began to pretend to be mature.

"So, should I start tutoring?"

"No, from tomorrow onwards, you will practice directly with me."

???

Isn't this progress a little fast?

……

It was still Yidizhi who drove the car.

While driving conscientiously, he introduced the situation of the first-level curse spirit at the mission destination to the two people in the car, but obviously, no one was listening.

"It's so boring, Hemei Jiang, let me teach you how to pay the bill."

"Trap?" Isn't that what Xia You played at Shunping School last time, Heibu Longdong's.

"It's something that can hide the scene of our battle with the curse spirit...Although I personally think that it doesn't matter if it doesn't fit, but if it doesn't fit, I will be scolded." Gojo Satoru crossed his hands and leaned back. If it wasn't for the back of the carriage not being long enough , it seems that he still wants to stretch his long legs.

"However, there are many benefits if you learn it. For example, the guy in front of you is an eyesore. Next time we can just kick him to play."

Yi Dizhi: "..." He didn't dare to say anything, and drove silently.

Hemei learned it quickly.

"Very good, very good, not as stupid as I thought." Amid Hemei's protest of "who are you calling stupid", Gojo Satoru shrugged and continued to explain.

"Of course, this is only the most commonly used account. Even a mediocre assistant supervisor like Yidizhi can easily use it...The next step is a bit more difficult. You can set a condition for the account, for example, only people with spell power can use it. Enter, so as to avoid strangers breaking in when exorcising the curse spirit."

Hemei heard the new knowledge and suddenly thought of a brilliant idea.

Can you draw a separate tent for Gojo Satoru and lock him up?

Of course, this cannot be said directly, she thought about it, and said so.

"Is it possible to set up a tent that only ordinary people can enter, so that ordinary people who stray into the battle scene can be protected and avoid worries."

"A very good idea, but the object rejected by the account can attack the account, and it will be useless if the account is deleted."

"Cut." She knew that there was no such easy way to deal with Gojo Satoru.

At this moment Gojo Satoru suddenly half-supported the seat, lowered his head to look at Tsurumi, "Is Tsurumi-chan thinking of something bad~"

"Haha, Wutiao teacher, what nonsense are you talking about..."

"It's not nonsense." His voice was sweet and soft, rustling a little seductively, "When you lie, Hemei Jiang, your right eyelid will tremble unconsciously."

Hemei subconsciously rolled her eyelids, no, she was fooled.

Wujo Wujo leaned forward and back together, patting the crane plum on the car sofa a few times.

"Hemeijiang is so cute, it reminds me of Huihui when she was a child... It's a pity, he won't be so fun when he grows up."

Can't you be a good person?

But Huihui... Are Gojo Satoru and Fukuihui very familiar?

……

As Gojo Satoru said, the trip was boring.

Exorcising the curse spirit for 1 minute, most of the time is on the road... I feel like my life has been wasted.

The first-level curse spirits are exorcised by Hemei, and there are no special abilities that can be found. Anyway, Hemei is much easier to fight than a conjurer.For something like a curse spirit, unless its strength reaches a certain level and it possesses basic intelligence and thinking ability, it won't be able to play well even if it is given cheat skills.

It’s just that Gojo Satoru is a bit annoying. He watched his mission, not to mention the whole process, and even set up a camera to take pictures there, which made Hemei couldn’t help but think about whether his expression was too ugly during the battle, and he was almost killed. The mantra twitched.

"Teacher Wutiao, you look like a pervert."

"There's nothing to pay for, they can't see it."

Is this how the account is used?

The consequence of finishing work early and finishing work early was that Hemei was dragged onto the bus by Gojo Wu—I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but Yidizhi didn’t want to pick him up by a special car, so he came to take the bus.

There were many children on this bus, and it was very lively. An old man with a beer belly was chatting with four or five children, as if they were discussing skiing.

Wait, Gojo Satoru doesn't want to go skiing halfway, so that's why...

"Look, it's Hemeijiang's peers!" Gojo Satoru pointed to the children and said loudly, "Why, does Hemeijiang want to play with his peers? Teacher, I don't mind go quickly."

A well popped out of Hemei's head.

"It's all said that I'm just late in development."

"It's really about the same." Wujo Wu waved and called the fat guy who was stronger, "Little friend, what's your name, what grade are you in this year?"

The little fat man looked at Gojo Satoru, who was tall, burly, and dressed strangely, and then at the guardian beside him. He didn't go over, but he still answered his words.

"My name is Kojima Motota, and I'm already in the first grade."

"Pfft——" Gojo Satoru smiled and gestured at the heights of Hemei and Kojima Motota, "That's the difference. What do you think is the difference between you, the difference between the first grade and the third grade?"

If it's not that he can't beat it, Hemei must let this broomstick know why the flowers are so popular.

"That big brother is good or bad, Miss Sister is so pitiful." The children whispered aside, "Young Sister looks like a junior high school student at first glance. Why do you say that about her? Obviously Yuan Tai grew up too fast."

Junior high school students?

Hemeijiang's heart swelled, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hearing that Gojo Gojo laughed like a rooster crowing, all the people in the car giggled and looked at him, he didn't care, he didn't care about Hemei's resistance at all, he carried her to the seat near the children, he He also sat down.

"Come on, let the big sister, a junior high school student, play with you for a while, she has always been childlike."

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"Uncle, my sister's face is about to turn away, are you together?" The little fat man looked at Gojo Satoru suspiciously, "There is a cloth over his eyes... I know, he must be the one wanted by the police guilty, that's why I blocked the upper half of my face."

"Normally speaking, should the lower half of the face be covered like that?"

"Idiot, it's too obvious to cover the lower half of your face. Wouldn't that be a robbery on TV?"

"Yuantai is the idiot!" The cute little girl suddenly shouted, "How can the big brother be a villain who is so handsome... No, I mean, the big brother is blindfolded, maybe it's because of his eyesight. not too good?"

"Ah, are you blind?"

"Yuantai, quickly apologize to the disabled brother." The little girl accused.

"Maybe it's because I just had laser surgery. Because I can't see the light, I wear black cloths on my eyes." A little boy with freckles thought for a moment and said.

Wutiao. Wanted criminal. Disabled. Unable to see the light. Enlightenment, the smile gradually disappeared.