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

This is the story after the end of the main text, after Hemei and Gojo Satoru formally dated——

Gojo Satoru and Tsurumi came to a strange room.

No, it would be inaccurate to say the room, this place is more like a very common ordinary apartment - except that the entrance door can't be opened no matter what.

How to describe it, when the door handle is screwed on, the door seems to be connected to the space—a sense of motionless game description.

Gojo Satoru looked around, and pulled out a very random plastic sign from the door frame.

【XX can't get out of the room. 】

Although the two key words at the beginning have been blurred out, young people will obviously associate it with an indescribably vulgar stalk.

"Crane plum sauce, it's a room where you can't go out if you don't do it!" Gojo Satoru leaned over excitedly, and blew softly into Hemei's ear, "Let's...shall we try it?"

Hemei sneered at his butt-kicked it out.

"Is your head full of yellow crap? Just do what others say and blast this shitty place out of here."

"Cut, okay." Gojo Satoru reluctantly raised his hand towards the door, the blue mana ball flickered on his fingertips, "Cang——"

Then there was a bang, the entrance exploded, and the door remained motionless.

"Ha, it's quite strong, so try this." Gojo Satoru's fingertips flashed red magic balls this time, "Reversal spell, heh—"

The explosion was even more powerful this time. If the space of the room hadn't been fixed, the roof would have collapsed with such power.

This small section of the entrance can no longer see the original appearance, the interior decoration is sparsely pulled off the floor, dust is flying all over the sky, Hemei took a few steps back, coughed a few times due to the dust, "cough cough, it seems It is difficult to destroy this room by violent means, we can try to find other methods... Wait, what are you going to do Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, with an innocent face.

"Oh, I want to try Chick."

"Try a hammer, such a big place, do you want to break the house or want me to die, I have nowhere to hide."

"Honey, you can stand behind me, it will be fine."

Hemei looked at him like an idiot, "Then what if you can't open the carp after using it? Where do you sleep?"

Gojo Satoru looked back—at the back of his eyes, he decisively stopped because of the impact on the half of the hall that had been completely destroyed.

"My wife, you are right, we can try other methods." As he spoke, he seemed to have seen something, and jumped over to pull out a disc from the sundries piled up under the TV in the hall.

"(⊙o⊙) Wow, there is even such a thing, it was out of print ten years ago, I remember..."

Amid Gojo Satoru's exaggerated exclamation, Hemei looked curiously.

Yes—a cover can be covered with mosaics...

Tsuruga got angry—he kicked Gojo Satoru's ass with his foot.

"I said it wasn't the solution, you bastard."

……

There is no signal in the room, and there is an obvious fake scene outside the window. There is everything in the room, except the way to communicate with the outside world and go out.

Even when he saw the obvious big box TT in the room, Gojo Satoru was also shocked.

"Wow, there is still such a taste and play style, tsk tsk... I lost." He opened the closet door and looked at all kinds of sexy lingerie in the closet, his excitement began to decline.

"Although I really want to see Crane Plum Sauce through and through, isn't it a bit creepy to prepare to this level?"

"The preparations are quite complete. There is actually a water bed in the other room. I think there is something funny here." After checking the other room, Hemei came over and stood at the door with a sneer.

"Ah, here's the coquettish thing." Gojo Satoru flicked a switch from the bedside, and in an instant, the wall of the bedroom, which was originally decorated normally, turned over and turned into a mirror room.

"..."

"Honey, you're right." Gojo Goku rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, "I'm also starting to have a rebellious mentality now."

……

In the morning, apart from all kinds of yellow waste supplies and various auxiliary tools, there was nothing useful to gain, so the two started squatting together to play online games.

The game they picked out was also very interesting. In Daton Love Butter, the two of them picked out a game that was incompatible with this place.

"Overcooked Kitchen 2... I bet, the person who can make this room has never played this game."

"Ah, break up the kitchen. Speaking of which, we have never played together."

So we squatted down and played games together.

Breaking up the kitchen is worthy of its long-standing nickname. During the game, the two experienced accusations and abuse and even crossed their feet during the game (because their hands were playing the game). Ming had to temporarily save the game and stop the game.

"Ha, do you dare to eat the food here?"

Hemei, who was still angry because of the game, said provocatively.

"Ha, why don't you dare, but you, do you still have enough spell power?"

Gojo Satoru, who also played the game, responded in this way.

So the two even ate separately.

He Mei took chicken breast and whole wheat bread, and made some sugar-free yogurt mixed with fruit to eat.

Wujo Satoru jokingly called it tasteless bird food.

Wujo Gojo took the cheese cream cake, chocolate sundae, and super sweet strawberry milk that were refrigerated in the refrigerator.

Being ridiculed by Hemei is a diabetes development package.

The two of them disliked each other, so after dinner, they went to sleep in a room early.

Hemei went to the room with the water bed first, Wujo Wu stared at it for a while, and went to the mirror room without saying anything.

- As the night passed, there was something more in this room.

There is an extra-dimensional milk tea machine on the table, Gojo Wuzheng is happily making milk tea.

— When they woke up, both of them obviously forgot about the unpleasant things yesterday, and they fiddled with the milk tea machine.

Wutiaowu made a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, and Hemei made a bowl of fruit soaked in coconut milk.

Just tasted it, Wutiaowu didn't think it was sweet enough, and Hemei didn't think it was too sweet.

If it's not sweet enough, you can add sugar, Hemei... Hemei chooses to push things to Gojo Satoru.

Hemei: "The guy behind it is really not pretending anymore, there is no such thing in the real world."

Gojo Satoru grinned—while eating—and said, “There are even more bizarre ones, go and see the mirror room.”

Hemei obeyed his words, pushed away the room where Gojo Satoru lived last night, and was instantly surprised by the changes inside.

"Good guy, it's turned into a gym... Is it necessary to have a gym in the two-bedroom hall? The study room is more reliable than this."

"Probably because none of us want to sleep on cold gym equipment."

Hemei was silent for a moment, and then said, "Can you make do with the sofa, my room..."

"Okay, I'll just make do on the sofa in the lobby—just sleep over."

Although the development in the past day was a bit magical, but because the existence of this room itself was an even more magical thing, the two of them finished their breakfast happily and explored the room again.

The sign that Gojo Satoru drew out yesterday was well hung at the gate, and the words "room where XX can't get out" seem to have crossed Phnom Penh, which is particularly eye-catching.

Still - nothing.

The two of them watched a super long movie to pass the time, and because Gojo Satoru spoiled it halfway through, they fought again.

Then everyone gets their own food, eats, and sleeps.

On the third day, the two felt that the mastermind behind the scenes might be in a hurry.

Because the sofa where Gojo Satoru slept was gone, even the entire living room was gone, and he woke up with the garbage he made in the entrance.

Wujo Wu ran to the bathroom and took a shower, because the clothes were dirty, he asked Hemei to help him find some clothes for him.

It's just that the clothes are a little bit wrong.

Gojo Satoru looked at the black lace maid dress in his hand, shook it a few times to confirm that it was indeed a dress, then smiled and winked at Tsurumi, "Honey, of course I can wear it if you want to see it... But isn't the timing right now?"

"Shut up, this is the most fabric I can find in my closet."

"Ah, this..." Gojo Satoru rummaged in the bathroom again, and found that there was indeed no bathrobe, so he had no choice but to change into it in the bathroom.

This skirt was Tsurugai's size, and because the maid skirt itself was not a particularly slim type, he managed to put it on except that the shoulders looked particularly tight and made Gojo Satoru uncomfortable.

It was really uncomfortable to see Gojo Wu stretching his shoulders, so Hemei asked the shoulders to help him cut off the clothes and made a shoulder-drop dress.

Gojo Satoru was probably quite satisfied with this look, so he took off his blindfold, swayed his head and looked at it in the mirror—after a while, he put on a front-convex-concave look, and winked at Hemei.

"Honey, am I beautiful?"

Probably because of her good face, Hemei actually thinks this body is really pretty.

"Wu, why are you wearing Pinru's clothes?"

Wujo Gou pouted coquettishly.

"Since you want to pursue excitement, you must follow through to the end."

He Mei stepped forward and lifted the maid Gojo Satoru's chin with her fingers, "Woman, you have successfully aroused my interest."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head shyly, "I hate it, you are so close to me, and suddenly your heart beats so fast, so shy."

The eyes of the two people are glued together, getting closer and closer, closer and closer...

Then the two suddenly hugged their stomachs and laughed at the same time.

"Oh, I can't, I can't help it hahaha,—I want to laugh when I think of the black hand behind the scenes who sees that he is about to succeed and then realizes that he has been tricked."

"Yes, yes, who would doi in such a suspicious room, as if we were that kind of brats? The more you keep pulling to do it - the more suspicious you feel."

"By the way, wife, what's in your room? Don't let me go to sleep. I really don't have a place to sleep tonight. You can see that the bathroom is not enough for me to stretch out. It's hard for me to sleep on the floor."

Hemei said to him with a slightly heavy expression, "Can you refuse the aphrodisiac with your infinite strength?"

Gojo Satoru was also taken aback, obviously he didn't expect that there was such a big killer in the water bed room.

"Ah... look at the molecular weight. Toxins with small molecules probably won't work."

"Then you'd better think of a way outside. The aphrodisiac aroma in the water bed room is getting heavier and heavier. If it weren't for my magic technique to make me ignore this, I would have to go out with you to make the floor."

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment.

He lowered his head again and smelled the strange scent on the clothes, which was also pickled by Hemei, and tried to keep calm and asked, "Wife, where did I get this clothes from?"

"The closet in my room, isn't your room completely remodeled into a gym? Is there a closet..." At this point, Hemei realized what she had done, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward.

That day, Hemei calmly took one day's food and ran to the water bed room and locked the door behind her.

The soundproofing of the room is not good, you can faintly hear strange noises from the next door.

So she put on the earphones calmly, listening to the music and using up the last battery.

On the fourth day, Hemei opened the door of the room, looked at Gojo Satoru—and smiled at her with a sluggish face.

"Honey, we won."

Hemei followed his finger to look, and saw the golden sign above the entrance gate, which read——

【A room where you can't go out if you do it】

……

When Tsurumi and Gojo Satoru opened the door and walked out, they returned to the place they were before entering the room.

The conjurers of the high school crowded densely into this small room, trying to find out the secret of this last place before the two disappeared.

They looked at Gojo Satoru, who was calm but obviously sluggish, wearing an off-the-shoulder maid outfit, and looked at the seemingly normal but eunuch Hemei, who was wearing a strange fragrance, showing a look of sudden enlightenment.

"Wait, did you misunderstand something..."

"Ah, it's like this again, I really thought something serious happened again."

"Teacher Wutiao, remember to ask for leave in advance next time you go out to play."

"No, actually we were attacked and locked in a strange room..."

No one believed their nonsense at all.

"Who are you lying to? What kind of attack is to lock people up in a place for doi? I think you've let it go. Your complexion has improved a lot."

Gojo Goku was thoughtful, "So am I at a loss?"

Hemei: "???"