After being disabled, I become the strongest spell

Italy, southeast of Milan - San Donato Scientific Research Hospital

There was a pungent disinfectant smell in the air.

In the intensive care unit, the heart rate monitor sent out a curve with ups and downs.

After observing for nearly a few minutes, the doctor lowered his head and filled in the data on the report, then turned his head to the white-haired purple-eyed boy who was waiting in the distance, and said: "This heart transplant operation was very successful, but we still need to observe it closely for a week. , until the young master's physical condition stabilizes, I can arrange to be transferred to the general ward."

The boy stood in the corner, a few rays of sunlight refracted on the cassock through the glass, and half of his face was hidden in the shadow, making it hard to see clearly.

"How long will it take to recover?"

His voice was extremely light, with a cold breath.

"It will take at least two months." The doctor got used to the other party's cold tone, he paused, and his tone suddenly became serious: "It's just that the young master is weak, I don't suggest him to waste his energy on those things—"

Rime didn't respond.

If persuasion can play a role, then Wujo Kong will no longer be the same person as before.

Then, the doctor carefully explained some things that need attention, and then left after confirming that the patient's condition was stable.

The ward was so quiet that only the sound of the instrument echoed.

Limei came to the hospital bed, looked down at the white-haired boy who was in a deep sleep, and his eyes darkened.

two months—

Sure enough, everything was as accurate as Gojo Sora had predicted.

At the end of May, from spring to summer, the weather gradually becomes hotter.

Tokyo International Airport, twelve noon.

"Those old guys are such a lion-"

On the barrier-free passage, a white-haired boy in cassocks was pushing a wheelchair, and the man in black next to him was holding an umbrella to shield the boy in the wheelchair from the sunlight coming in from the outside.

Sitting in a wheelchair was a young man wearing a black kimono and a black cloak with only one face exposed. Lu Chang's white hair fluttered in the wind, gently brushing across that pale and bloodless delicate face. Eyes like fine light sapphires, glowing with a charming color.

It's just that the young man's figure is thin, and his whole body exudes a weak aura, as if he could be blown away by the wind, which makes people feel regretful.

"Otherwise, with your physique, you will not be able to transfer to the High School of Conjuration." Limei reminded with a blank expression.

"Kong, what do you think you look like now?"

After a pause, Limei said, "Soft persimmon."

After getting in the car, Gojo Kong turned his head to look at the scenery outside the glass window.

There was hardly anything to be seen through the blackened glass windows.

Li Mei told the driver, "Go to the High School of Conjuration."

Wujo Kong is just an ordinary human being, without any spell power, and naturally cannot see curses, but his elder brother, Wujo Wu, is the strongest existence in the entire magic world.

And he is currently studying at the High School of Magic.

"Soft persimmon—?"

There was a loud noise from the car starting the engine, covering up Wujo Sora's words.

Li Mei looked sideways, but he didn't hear Cai's words clearly.

Wutiaokong pulled the collar up to make sure that no skin was exposed, and then slowly pursed his lips and said, "It doesn't matter, as long as it is useful."

"I don't like worthless waste."

His voice is gentle and elegant, and sounds extremely comfortable.

"—I haven't seen my elder brother for ten years, I don't know if he still remembers me as a younger brother?"

Wutiaokong took out a mint candy in a light blue package from his pocket, tore open the package slowly, and put it in his mouth, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Your words don't sound like going back to meet each other."

It's a bit like coming back to seek revenge.

Before Limei finished speaking, Wutiaokong chuckled and asked instead, "Limei, are you going to start looking for the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo?"

As soon as the words fell, he pressed his hands into fists against his lips and coughed a few times, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Don't worry." Limei took out the thermos, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him: "We have to wait until the container appears."

"container?"

"Are you going to resurrect the Cursed King?"

Wujo Kong took a sip of warm water, subdued the itchiness in his throat slightly, tapped his fingers on his knees lightly, and there was a hint of interest in his light blue eyes.

Limei didn't seem to have heard this sentence, so he took out a piece of information from the file and handed it to him, saying: "The second grade class teacher Noctua Zhengdao is a master of making cursed dolls."

"Also a passionate educator—"

Wujo Kong chuckled: "Well, continue."

The wind-like laughter dissipated in the air.

High School of Conjuration, in front of the second grade head teacher's office

"You guys wait outside." Li Mei turned his head to tell the people in black, and then knocked on the office door.

Indoors, Clothes Moth Zhengdao was checking the freshman information he had just obtained, his eyes paused for a few seconds on the name on the first column, and then continued to move down, his eyes froze instantly.

The new student's name is Wujo Kong.

The surname is Wutiao, and he is a child of the Wutiao family, but the parent and brother information columns are all filled in, which is a bit intriguing.

At this time, the door suddenly rang.

"Come in."

The heavy door opened slowly, and the white-haired boy sitting in the wheelchair came into view. The black kimono was trimmed with gold, and the cloud pattern was outlined with dark lines, showing elegance and luxury all over his body.

Except for that face, the boy was almost completely covered under the clothes, even wearing a pair of thin sunscreen black gloves on his hands.

Five empty.

When he saw that face, Ye Mo Zhengdao's pupils suddenly constricted.

This face is [-]/[-] points similar to Gojo Satoru. If you don't look carefully, you will think it is the same person, but compared with the latter, the former's facial lines are gentler, and the eyes are clear and gentle.

He is a young man who is easily liked.

What is his relationship with Gojo Satoru?

A few seconds later, Ye Mo Zhengdao narrowed the complexity and scrutiny in his eyes, and glanced at the young man in cassock behind him, his eyes slightly deep.

Limei pushed the wheelchair forward.

"Mr. Ye Moth, hello." Wujo Kong took off his gloves, revealed his bony hand and shook hands with Ye Mozhengdao, and said with a smile, "I'm a freshman who just transferred from Italy—— Wujo Kong."

Noctua Zhengdao replied dully, put down the materials in his hand, looked directly at the young man in front of him, and said, "Hello, I am your future head teacher-Noctua Zhengdao."

After a pause, he asked, "What's your relationship with Gojo Satoru?"

"He is my elder brother."

Wujo Kong smiled gently, and there was nothing unusual on his face.

Hearing this, Ye Mo Zhengdao frowned, and looked at the young man in front of him sharply. With this face alone, he did not doubt the relationship between the other party and Wujo Wu, but...

He had never heard of a young master in Wutiao's family, plus the few blanks on the information column just now——

Regardless of any relationship with Gojo Satoru, it is an established fact that this freshman is studying at the High School of Conjuration.

"You don't have mana power—?" Noctua Zhengdao picked up the unfinished materials, and his eyes fell on the test of mana power. When he saw the word 'no' on the data column, his brows frowned.

"Student Wujo, you should know that the High School of Conjuration is a school for cultivating future sorcerers." Having said this, Ye Mozheng stopped on the right path and stared at Gojo Sora's expression, a little worried that his too serious tone would make such a mistake. A student caused a shadow in his heart.

The young man still had a gentle look on his face, looking slightly down at the hands clasped on his lap: "Well, I know."

"I'm just a normal human being."

Limei: "..."

After a pause, he raised his head, tilted his head and looked at Noctuma Zhengdao in confusion, and asked with a smile, "So, is there any problem?"

Wutiaokong's admission letter was delivered by his superiors, without the consent of the headmaster of the magic college, which meant that the group of old oranges knew that Wujokong was an ordinary person, and perhaps because of his background, they forced him into the spell. Technical college.

What is going on here?

Noctua was silent on the right path, he couldn't figure it out for the time being, he raised his head and took a deep look at the young man: "...There is no problem."

"That's good." Wutiaokong smiled again, put his hands on his lips and coughed lightly, and said helplessly: "I'm still worried that I won't be able to transfer to the high school of conjuration—"

After talking about other matters, Ye Mozheng clasped his hands on the table and asked solemnly, "Why do you want to come to the High School of Conjuration?"

As soon as the voice fell, the office door swung open.

Night Moth looked up right on the right path.

"Mr. Ye Moth, I'll hand in the self-criticism—" Xia Youjie walked in from the outside, holding two notebooks in his hand. When he came forward, he subconsciously looked sideways at the boy in the wheelchair next to him , after seeing the face clearly, slightly opened the slender eyes.

Xia Youjie was shocked.

This young man looked so similar to Gojo Satoru that he almost thought he was mistaken.

"……You are?"

After handing in the self-criticism in his hand, Xia Youjie looked at the white-haired boy with great interest, and the more he looked, the more shocked he felt.

No one would believe it if it had nothing to do with Gojo Satoru!

"Jie, you came just in time." Ye Mozheng said to Xia Youjie when he received the review letter from Xia Youjie, "This is the newly transferred student Wu Tiaokong, and he will be transferred to your class."

Five empty?

When Xia Youjie heard this name, Xia Youjie was even more sure of his guess.

"Take him around the school first, and get to know your classmates." Noctua Zhengdao closed the freshman information book, looked up at the white-haired boy in front of him, and said, "About the question just now, I hope to get your answer."

"I wish you a happy enrollment."

"Thank you, Teacher Night Moth."

When Limei pushed him to the door, Wu Tiaokong suddenly turned his head, and just in time to meet Ye Mozheng's eyes, he suddenly smiled: "Mr. Ye Moth, I'm actually here for my elder brother—"

Brother?

Xia Youjie stroked his chin, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

interesting.

……

After walking out of the office, Xia Youjie and Wujo Kong walked side by side.

The man in black who was waiting in the corridor followed immediately and opened the umbrella to shield the boy in the wheelchair from the sunlight coming in from the window.

Seeing this scene, Xia Youjie's mouth twitched.

"Sorry, I'm not in good health, so I can't be exposed to the sun..." Gojo Kong turned his head and suddenly explained softly, "Well... if I get exposed to the sun, my skin will sting and become red and swollen."

Hearing this, Xia Youjie's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded slightly: "Student Wutiao, please take good care of yourself."

It looked quite pitiful.

"By the way, let me take you to class first."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

After a pause, Wutiaokong added with a smile: "Student Xia You."

"That fellow Wu went on a mission, and I don't know if he's back at this time." Xia Youjie pretended to mention Wutiao Wu's matter inadvertently, and observed the suspicious Xinsheng from the corner of his eye, "You and Wujou What's the relationship?"

"We are brothers." Gojo Kong still kept a slight smile on his face, "We look alike."

"really."

The two walked towards the second grade classroom while talking.

Perhaps it was due to the rare effect of the twin induction, after Gojo Satoru got rid of the curse spirit, he did not go to buy Xijiufu as usual, but ran back directly.

However, Wujo Wu frowned when he saw the nitrate in the classroom but not Xia Youjie, and sat down on his buttocks.

"Where's that guy Jay?"

As soon as the voice fell, the classroom door opened suddenly.

Hearing the noise, Gojo Wu subconsciously turned his head to look over, and at a glance he saw the white-haired boy sitting in a wheelchair next to Xia Youjie.

His gaze was fixed on that face.

Gojo Satoru's pupils suddenly constricted.

"... Wujokong?!"

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