Idol coser Mr. Sokin

Caller ID lights up on the phone screen.

Is it the principal?

Gojo Satoru paused in his walking steps before moving on, and picked up the phone with one hand.

He was talking on the phone, but it didn't hinder his actions at all.

Look at the tasks, find the place, exorcise the cursed spirit, and clean up after the exorcism.

"Ah, I didn't... well, I see."

"Uh-huh."

"There is no next time, is there anything else?"

Everything should be true, answer everything, and finally ask "what else can I do", and take the three-piece set seriously on the phone.

Hang up the phone, just finished the last task.

Gojo Satoru handed over the paper documents to the subsidy supervisor, and at the same time asked Zong Jinwu's location directly.

Now that they have all called Noctua Moth Zhengdao.

It sounds like there are quite a few people, so maybe the subsidy supervisor who is currently on duty will pay attention to this matter.

If you don't care about investigating the recently submitted task of exorcising the curse spirit, and communicating with your colleagues, you can also get Zong Jinwu's position.

This subsidy supervisor seems to be the former.

"It should be at Nanqianli now, the specific address is..." Without checking, the subsidy supervisor put down the mobile phone in his hand, like a professional working woman answering the business within the field she knows well.

"This is the address and 3D street projection over there. The task location should be in this large area, and it has been covered by tents."

Wujo Wu was at a loss for words for a while.

Although I know it can be checked, and I have thought about the current situation, but you are too detailed, right?

And why so skilled.

He waved his thanks, found a blind spot and teleported outside the tent.When we arrived at the place, we heard the familiar music, and next to the subsidized director who looked like a fan calling on the side, Gojo Satoru leaned on the wall next to him and bent his legs, thinking of the phone call not long ago.

so.

It wasn't him who entrusted Zong Jinwu with the task of super-level curse spirit.

It's this little guy who insists on taking away the task list of the super magic spirit.

this morning.

Wujo Wu didn't wake up so early. When he came to arrest people, Zong Jinwu had already finished his morning run and breakfast, and was tidying up in the dormitory, ready to go to class.

The first graders seemed to be planning to go to the classroom together, but Fu Heihui was waiting at the door of her dormitory.

Before Gojo Gojo came, Katsuobu Yuhito just came out of the dormitory.

"Sorry for the wait!"

Fu Heihui looked at the time and said calmly, "It's okay."

When Yuzhang Yuren looked past Fukuihui and looked at the door of the dormitory of Nagasaki Yeqiangwei and Zong Jinwu, he suddenly realized.

Then he followed Fu Heihui and waited against the wall, chatting about something by the way.

It was easy to spot someone coming along the corridors of the dormitory. When they heard the sound of extra approaching footsteps, they raised their heads and looked over. They were obviously surprised when they found out that it was Gojo Satoru.

Why did Wujo Satoru come here at this time?

... If he didn't know that Zong Jinwu was in the room, he would have thought it was another prank by him.

"Teacher Wujo." Fu Heihui & Knotweed Yuren.

"Ah, Yuuhito, Megumin, good morning~"

Gojo Satoru greeted the two of them, and used his actions to show that he had nothing to do with them here, and walked over without stopping.

It's just that when he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped, tilting his head and exhorting.

"Oh, by the way, remember to ask him for a vacation when you have time~"

he?

There was no need to ask or wait for Wujo Wu to explain, the two of them knew who it was when they saw someone push open Zong Jinwu's door and go in.

……Uh.

Knotabagi Yuhito turned his head and looked at Fu Heihui, trying to make some eye contact with him.

How to do this?

Yuzu Yujin also felt that Fuhei might not be able to understand, so he tried to make gestures with his hands.

"..." Fu Heihui looked at him and looked away.

Great, communication failed.

"It's good to tell the truth." Fu Heihui spoke when Katsuobu Yujin was looking at the door over there, wondering if he would be heard if he asked directly.

"Ask for leave and the person who asked him to ask for leave."

"Where are you going?" Katsuobu Youren bent down to look at the door of Zong Jinwu's room, curious.

Fu Heihui followed suit.

Zong Jinwu's room.

After the morning run, Zong Jin took a quick shower according to his habit even though he didn't sweat or ash.

When Gojo Satoru came in, he was only wearing school trousers and was reaching for his jacket.

"Are you free?" Gojo Satoru closed the door as soon as he entered, holding a stack of papers in his arms.

Zong Jinwu was originally in a normal sober state, but when he heard this, he immediately regained his energy and became excited and sober. He turned his head and "sighted" on the stack of papers that Gojo Wu held in his arms.

"What is it?"

He forgot to put the clothes on his body.

The two people present didn't care, Gojo Wu took the stack of papers in one hand and patted the other hand, and then showed Zong Jinwu the thickness.

This kind of requires the strength of the palm muscles and arm muscles.

After all, seven centimeters of paper...

It does have some weight.

"How about the task issued by the principal?" Interested?

The little guy in front of him has been fighting the curse spirit since he came here. It was when they first met, and it was also yesterday.

Gojo Satoru figured out why the two of them played truant from school yesterday, and made a phone call with Fu Heihui at night to ask about what happened after the pet shop.

In his opinion, except for the last super-level spell spirit, it is force majeure.

The first thing the two students did when they realized that a super-level curse spirit was about to be born was to report it instead of going to the scene alone. They also used that method to disperse the crowd, opened a tent that no one had seen, and carried out exorcism inside.

But Zong Jinwu still made up his mind to go there when he realized that a curse spirit was about to be born.

Only after talking with him did he know that Zong Jinwu asked Fu Heihui to go back first.

It was only after I said it that I realized how outrageous Zong Jinwu's behavior was at that time.

In short, judging from Zong Jinwu's performance during this period, he is very interested in fighting.

He was so high that he came over with the list, so he could be sure that Zong Jinwu would not refuse.

Hearing that it was not a matter of trouble, if Zong Jinwu had ears, he would put it down slightly, and then he would stand upright because he realized that Gojo Satoru had a combat mission in his hand.

The task, the task of exorcising the curse spirit? !

"so much?!"

The tone was not shock, but one that could clearly hear surprise.

Gojo Satoru:?

Gojo Satoru, who had thought through several possibilities in his mind, froze there for a while before he could react in time.

He also thought that even if he was interested in fighting, it would be a bit exaggerated to fight so much.

Thinking about how to persuade him to go with him.

Although it is indeed what he thought, Zong Jinwu has a certain enthusiasm for fighting... But no matter how you say it, it will not be to the extent of surprise, right?

"I'm free, very free, very free, how do I divide it?" Zong Jinwu even threw away his clothes, and walked in front of Gojo Wu, coveting the stack of papers in his hand.

All the honorifics were spoken.

Not so much, right?

Gojo Satoru looked at him, then at the paper in his hand, and pressed his fingers subconsciously.

Very good, it is the feeling of heavy paper.

It still feels like a complicated task.

So why did Zong Jinwu look like... the stack in his hand was not a mission but a reward for completing the mission.

He believed that Zong Jinwu couldn't get it wrong, so he could only skip it temporarily, and planned to share the tasks with Zong Jinwu according to the process, "There are tasks from level four to special level..."

Even if Zong Jinwu's eyes were blocked by the blindfold, Wujo Wu didn't feel that he felt Zong Jinwu's scorching gaze inexplicably.

He concentrated on maintaining his composure and continued, "What level do you want to make more, and how many do you plan to make today?"

Wujo Wu knew that Zong Jinwu's strength had definitely reached the super level.

Some time ago, the super-level curse fetus assigned to the first grade was expelled by Zong Jinwu, and the super-level curse spirit Zong Jinwu who met Fu Heihui yesterday was expelled.

Steady exorcism of super spell spirits should be enough.

Given that their ultimate moves and spells, as well as internal and external conditions, were basically the same, Gojo Satoru would not worry about Zong Jinwu's ability to fight super-level curse spirits.

Undecided when things happen, there is no limit to space.

"Special grade! One hundred!"

Gojo Satoru: ...

Gojo Satoru has been doing mental construction for himself since just now, guessing that the answer Zong Jinwu might give would be outrageous, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

He copied a thick piece of paper and threw it at Zong Jinwu's head.

Wutiao Wu's tone was speechless, he paused every word, and said in a long voice: "No-yes-this-so-many."

No matter how you hear it.

——What's going on in your head?

Where can I find a hundred super-level curse spirits for you to exorcise.

"How many are there?"

Gojo Satoru raised his chin at the table.

After Zong Jinwu calmed down, he moved more stools, put on his school uniform, and asked while sitting down, "Am I not going to class today?"

Gojo Satoru put the paper on the table and made a low fluttering sound, and tilted his head slightly upon hearing this.

When I asked him if he was free just now, I didn't see him worrying about the class, and he even asked me for a hundred special magic spirits.

"Yes, this is your training content for the past few days. I will take it personally, so you don't have to go to class. Are you happy?"

Gojo Satoru kept separating the papers quickly in his hands, and turned the super-level, first-level to fourth-level spell missions from left to right into five piles of paper.

After being separated like this, the originally thick stack of paper became much smaller visually.

Zong Jinwu:! ! !

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Take a look, this stack of task lists for super-level spell spirits exudes such a seductive charm that people can't take their eyes off them!

His breathing was disordered for a second, and he coughed dryly, pretending to be serious.

Then bluntly said: "Happy."

After getting the expected answer, Wujo Wu raised his head and raised his index finger to lightly touch his forehead with his knuckles. When he got it, he understood. This kid is simply a fighting madman in this regard...

No, why on earth did he develop such a character.

Seeing Zong Jinwu hugging all the task sheets of the super curse spirit in his arms like a baby boy, with that happy face and the flowers floating behind his back, those who didn't know thought he was holding a bag of limited edition desserts.

"No, if you talk so much, I will be in trouble if the principal finds out." Gojo Satoru twitched the corner of his eye that was covered by the blindfold.

Definitely will be trained.

Let alone the principal, most of the people I know know it, and they all...

Wujo Wutiao reached out to grab the paper in Zong Jinwu's arms, but the young man blocked and protected him very quickly.The two of them maintained this posture and worked hard, and the scene seemed to be still, and there was a stalemate for a while.

In the end, because Zong Jinwu's strength was lower than Wujo Wu's in all aspects, Wujo Wu forcibly broke his hand.

"..."

Zong Jinwu didn't speak, but his actions showed a pitiful appearance.

Wujo Wu's lip line was pursed, a drop of sweat slid down his lower cheek, and the air was a little anxious.

Zong Jinwu stared at his fingers closely, as if taking one more would make him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The pulps of the slender fingers flicked the paper, reducing the number from half to one.Wujo Wu's fingers froze, he gave up his original plan, and finally only took two cards, and then stuffed more than half of the first-level spell task sheets on the table into Zong Jinwu's arms.

"(灬°▽°灬)~!!"

Looking at the corners of his lips, even if he tried his best to suppress them, he didn't consciously float up, his whole body was ready to move, wishing Zong Jinwu, who was eager to rush out to do the task now, Wutiaowu raised his forehead.

Let's say take away some super magic spirits, that's what he wants to do.

Let's add some low-level spell spirits to him, that's what he wants to do.

but……

Help, I can't bear it.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a long time, then sighed: "Then let's divide it like this."

Listening to his decision, Zong Jinwu jumped up from his chair and was about to go out, but Gojo Wu predicted and grabbed him by the collar.

Gojo Satoru: "Have breakfast before going."

Zong Jinwu turned his head and "looked" at Wujo Wu, with an innocent look on his face that couldn't be hidden even if half of his face was covered.He pointed to himself with one empty finger: "But I have eaten?"

Gojo Satoru grabbed hold of him and did not let go.

If Zong Jinwu is allowed to do this now, seeing Zong Jinwu's high interest at this time, I am afraid that he will be able to finish this pile of tasks in one day, so how can he plan to fish for fish after that!

He touched his lips, with a sense of order, "kindly" paused word for word: "accompany me."

Then you have to say so.

Zong Jinwu looked down at the task list in his hand, didn't hold on for long, and directly compromised.

"Ok."

If Gojo Wu hadn't procrastinated for a long time in the morning, Zong Jinwu would have definitely finished this meeting.

The people on the "stage" gave the audience the last wink~, and with the end of the last line of the lyrics, they completely wiped out the super curse spirit who had no power to resist and was covered in bruises.

"Turodust."

Let me also turn into dust.

In the end, he closed his eyes and snapped his fingers, making a curtain call with a strong sense of ceremony.

No matter how many times you watch it, you will feel that he is really, really suitable for the attention of the crowd.

That kind of dazzling, that kind of ability to catch people's attention all the time.

When Zong Jinwu put on the blindfold, Wujo Wu actually felt a little regretful.

With those eyes covered, Zong Jinwu deliberately restrained his habitual behavior. This difference is no less than falling from a world superstar to an ordinary passerby.

Even if some connotations cannot be concealed, it will make people feel a strong sense of gap.

"Thank you, this is the task list you gave me to keep!" The subsidy supervisor this time was a tall and thin man. When he saw Zong Jinwu approaching, he straightened his back and exuded a serious and reliable attitude. With a breath, he handed out the few sheets of paper he held in his arms with both hands.

I'm afraid he didn't use such force when facing his boss.

Before Zongjin approached and took it, Gojo Satoru naturally took the paper from the subsidy supervisor's hand, flipped through it calmly and counted it, and no one could see him frowning slightly.

The quantity was not what he predicted.

The subsidy supervisor on the side was too angry to speak, and could only stare at Gojo Satoru's hand.

It’s not that he has any opinions on Gojo Satoru. For the specific mood, you can refer to fans being robbed of support items by the manager. After all, the “manager” did nothing wrong, so he can’t resist, and he lost a relationship with his idol once. opportunities for contact.

"How did you come?"

After Zong Jinwu finished speaking, he realized that this sentence was very familiar, as if he had said something similar yesterday.

Gojo Satoru mercilessly rolled up the paper and knocked it on his head, whether to knock it or not is another matter, there must be a movement.

"Didn't you have lunch?"

Zong Jinwu paused, and then noticed the time: "Ah...forgot."

"Let's go, that's all for today." Gojo Wu only felt that the few pieces of paper in his hand were very precious, and he shouldn't have agreed to do it separately with Zong Jinwu in the morning.

This is really almost done in one day today.

Don't say that the headmaster wants to trouble him, he wants to ==.

His own tasks, since they were full of low-level spell spirits, were a bit troublesome for him to run on the road, and they were cleaned up quickly, so he went to a dessert shop at noon and took a leisurely rest for an hour.

Speaking of which, then he should go directly to Zong Jinwu to go with him.

Mainly because Zong Jinwu didn't have a mobile phone, and he couldn't find anyone.

He didn't expect that Zong Jinwu would not even give himself a break at noon, and he has been playing from around noon until now.It looked like he didn't even notice the time until he opened his mouth.

Greeting casually to the subsidy supervisor, he sneaked Zong Jinwuti back to the school cafeteria, took two big blessings as a cushion for him, and grabbed him to the training ground.

Gojo Satoru could actually see a lot, but he just didn't think about it.

From the evening of the day we first met, to today's task list for exorcising the cursed spirit.

Zong Jinwu's desire to fight and become stronger is completely undisguised. At the same time, he shows his behavior to the position where his eyes are when he fights. It can be seen that it is more of a sense of responsibility.

But it can't be denied that he likes them too.

It is also easy to find that when Zong Jinwu is fighting, the more emphasis is on protecting other people present.

The corresponding performance is to let the enemy, that is, the curse spirit have no chance to fight back.Even if it's not easy for most people to see it, Gojo Satoru can sense that Zong Jinwu is probably putting everyone around him under the scope of observation and protection.

His battles will not avoid ordinary people or low-level conjurers, but as if embarrassing himself, including all people within the scope of the occupied domain into the scope of protection.

At the same time, it also turns the battle into a gorgeous performance.

Gojo Satoru fights by himself, if he liberates all his strength, he can't guarantee that he won't accidentally injure his allies.

Although it is not impossible to spend more energy, maintaining those spells and fighting is exhausting enough. If you add other things to think about it, your brain will burn out, so forget it.

Also, as long as Zong Jinwu judges that the opponent is a threat, Zong Jinwu will open up and directly end the battle.

These are the situations that Gojo Satoru noticed consciously or unconsciously when he came into contact with him personally.

There are many things that can be seen through these.

For example, the responsibilities and pressure on Zong Jinwu's shoulders are probably even more than that of Wujo Wu, who is now a teacher.

Whether he is active or passive.

With Zong Jinwu's character, if nothing important happened, it would be impossible to take the initiative to pay attention to these and do it.

Gojo Satoru wants to change the magic world, and works hard for this goal.

Zong Jinwu took something down, and he was happy with it.

So Zong Jinwu may have encountered other things in the past.

Because Gojo Satoshi himself, he himself admits that his personality when he was 17 years old was completely unlikable.

He can realize that fighting avoids low-level conjurers and ordinary people, but he doesn't realize that his companions also need protection.

When he broke into Zong Jinwu's enchantment yesterday, when Zong Jinwu sensed that someone had broken in, his subconscious first reaction was to use the boundless space to completely exorcise that special curse spirit.

If it is said that this move alone, it may be to hide something.

But after the curse spirit was completely expelled, Zong Jinwu looked at him, even if he came in by accident, the tension in the depths of his eyes suddenly relaxed, and he was faintly grateful.

But there is something that a minor needs to bear.

Perhaps the 17-year-old Wujo Satoru will take responsibility for himself after experiencing some things.

But the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn't think that anything can deprive others of their youth.

The past experience of the two is different from the environment.

Of course he could see that the so-called difference in the environment was a difference in the general environment.

That includes a series of factors such as the state of society, the magic world, and the distribution of forces.

It is also because of this that their growth trajectory has become different.

As for where the differences started, Gojo Satoru didn't care.

He folded the paper and put it close to his body, released Zong Jinwu's hand and pushed it forward. The indoor training ground was built according to the strength of a first-class magician, and there was also a special training ground for super-level magicians on the side. props.

In fact, it was specially arranged by Yi Gu Youtai before he left the country.

Now among the new seedlings in the school, maybe there is Yujin Yuzhang who can catch up with Yuta Otoku's promotion speed.

Although the situation is different, he can't empathize with Zong Jinwu, and he doesn't know what the other party's world is like, but if Zong Jinwu insists on going on like this, the one who will defeat him in the future may not be the enemy, but himself.

Now he just wants to teach the person in front of him what is a combination of work and rest.

([-] cents deleted) It’s actually a way to vent my aggrieved day.

Zong Jinwu looked at the training ground, then at Wujo Wu, surprised him so that he lifted up the blindfold, double sure that Wujo Wu in front of him was himself, he was shocked and asked with a little joy: "Are you going to fight with me?" ?”

Oh, the tone.

Gojo Satoru: Myocardial Infarction.jpg.

Then he was very quick and beat up Zong Jinwu.

Yeah, maybe I woke up after a beating?

Atrocities were played out in the empty training ground. About half an hour later, Zong Jinwu was lying on the ground looking at the ceiling thinking about life.

……

To be reasonable, before being beaten by Wujo Wujo.

He thought he was strong enough.

It should be said that Zong Jin knew that even if his strength was definitely weaker than Wujo Wu, he should be only one and a half points behind, and from a distance, he was about the same as Wujo Wu... that's right.

It wasn't until the fight now that he realized that he had only caught up to about half of Gojo Satoru.

The figure who beat him was so damn chic.

Also, if it was full, he would have left long ago.

As for the question just now, he knows that there is a gap and the gap is not full. After all, he has experienced three worlds, and now he has a certain degree of perception of his own accumulated wish power.

Although it is very vague, whenever someone believes in him, even if he does not look at whether his ability has increased, he can know it with a more mysterious feeling.

But think about it, since the beginning of this world, he has been rubbing his wish power from a small person.

Later, I met a lot of people with extremely high weight.

Today, he even showed his face in front of most of the subsidized supervisors in the conjuration world, and it seems that someone has spread something. The sum of the wishes he received is probably as much as Mr. Night Moth's impression of him.

But even so, is his power only half of Gojo Satoru's? ?

It is clear that apart from humans, even Curse Lingfang has an impression of him.

"Are you okay?"

When the coldness touched his cheek, Zong Jin regained consciousness.

He took off the blindfold in the middle of the fight, which wouldn't have been running without a limit.

Of course, it was Gojo Satoru who said that the school was safe and agreed with him to untie it temporarily, so he just lay here and let himself go.

Zong Jinwu subconsciously stretched out his hand to pick it up, but Gojo Wu immediately took the frozen sweet orange juice away, and left behind a glass of warm sugar water in a thermos with a smirk.

He squatted beside Zong Jinwu, shaking the drink in his hand a little viciously.

"Hey, this is just to freeze you, not for you."

Zong Jinwu: ...

Not surprisingly.

He sat up and took the thermos, the temperature was right and the sweetness was just right.

Gojo Wu watched him drink water with great interest, then reached out his hand to pinch Zong Jinwu's face, and pinched it twice.

Zong Jinwu:? ? ? ?

"Well, come to me anytime you want to train, don't harm the curse spirits outside." Gojo Wu hooked the drink bottle with one hand and rested his chin on the palm, and kneaded the other hand twice before removing his fingers, feeling He rubbed his fingertips comfortably.

Feels good.

Pinching the face is still exciting to pinch others.

Zong Jinwu didn't even have time to express his surprise when he was pinched and asked what he was doing, he was distracted by the second half of Gojo Wu's sentence, and looked at him with shock and a sense of betrayal.

Why do you say such things too!

Obviously.

"Isn't there a shortage of manpower here?" Zong Jinwu's eyes were filled with condemnation.

On his own side, there are newcomers with insufficient experience, so he won't let him grab it, but it's too much to not let him exorcise the curse spirit because of the lack of manpower here?

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips.

Zong Jinwu didn't continue talking either.

So the training room became quiet like this, only the breathing of two people could be heard.

In such an atmosphere, Zong Jinwu gradually calmed down, and finally there was only confusion in his eyes, and he stubbornly asked for an explanation.

Only then did Gojo Satoru speak.

"Everything is done by us, so what will they do in the future without us?"

Hands inserted into the slender and soft hair, the familiar white hair is also a familiar length.But the feeling of touching another self's hair is different from when you are fiddling with your hair in the morning.

Wujo Wu's figure was reflected in Zong Jinwu's eyes. At this moment, he felt that the person in front of him was very trustworthy.

That's a long-term view of the big picture.

If it weren't for the different circumstances, maybe he would have similar thoughts to Wujo Satoru.

But there is no need to think about things that haven't happened, at least now he feels that his impression of Gojo Satoru has been refreshed.

next second.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand, touched his hair for confirmation, and asked enthusiastically, "What shampoo do you use, why do you feel that the hair quality is better than mine?"

Zong Jinwu, who was still immersed in the words just now, was suddenly interrupted: ...

Please, can you keep this atmosphere a little longer?