Only 5t5 persecuted world

Gojo Satoru didn't know why Xuejian Miie didn't hit him, but he was completely interested.

"Premium? Seriously?" Gojo Wupa fiddled with Xia Youjie's mobile phone photo album, "Don't be a P picture, Jie, I will look down on you."

The veins on Xia Youjie's forehead twitched: "Only you are so boring, what am I trying to figure out?"

"Trying to defeat the invincible me spiritually." Gojo Satoru said boldly.

He was slumped on the lazy sofa, his long legs that had nowhere to rest were folded leisurely, the open comic book was folded upside down on his chest, and the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose could not be removed.

Youthful, flamboyant and unscrupulous.

The current Gojo Satoru has never experienced any setbacks or blows, he is as sharp as a sword, and his likes and dislikes are straightforwardly placed on the table.

Immature, but it is the unique appearance of young people.

"I want to fight her." Gojo Satoru said expectantly and excitedly, "Jie, do you want to come?"

If people don't beat you, it's better for you to send it to your door and let them beat you.

Xia Youjie thanked Bumin: "No, this is your personal grievance."

Having said that, in the early morning of the next day, curiosity drove Xia Youjie to secretly poke behind Gojo Wu, watching him idly stop the black-haired girl carrying soy milk and flower rolls at the entrance of the college cafeteria.

"Is there something wrong, Senior Wutiao?" Xuejian Weizhi took two sips of sweet soy milk, and took a small bite while holding the flower roll in his hand.

Chen Guang gently kissed her cheek, and the sickly pale skin was lightly warm pink. From Gojo Satoru's perspective, he could see the soft fluff on the girl's face.

Really soft and nice to pinch.

His hands were itchy again.

Xuejian Weizhi looked up and knew what he was thinking.The little girl took two steps back silently to protect her flower roll, and seized the time to take two bites.

Don't pinch your face when others are eating, and be careful that she splashes soy milk on your face.

Gojo Satoru looked at the little rabbit vigilantly jumping out of the hunting area with pity, he made a secret gesture and found that her position was very good.

One centimeter less Wutiao Wu could stretch out his hand to bring the little girl back, and one centimeter more would make it impolite for her to avoid him like a tiger. Only the distance at this moment is neither far nor close, and even masters with high EQ can't fault it.

Definitely a tactical master!

"Short, fight with me." Wutiao Gou hooked his fingers, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

It's too straightforward!Be tactful, be tactful, Wu!You are inviting a girl you have known for less than a day to a party alone, can't the atmosphere be more romantic and pink bubbles more suitable for your age?

Xia Youjie, who was wandering around pretending to be an innocent eater, had an indescribable expression.

"Shock!The high school man stopped the young woman at the entrance of the cafeteria to strike up a conversation, and it was because of this kind of thing! "

"Yes, yes." Xuejian Weizhi bit the straw and said slowly, "But I will agree to whatever the five seniors say, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

"Let's do this," Zhi Zhi waved at Wu Tiao Wu, and whispered in his ear, "You write Teacher Ye Moth's review first, and we'll talk after we're done."

She said very sincerely: "Trust me, you only need [-] words to write the review now, and after we finish typing, you can write [-] words. Is it really okay?"

Wujo Wu: "Where did the [-] characters come from? No, what have I done to write a review?"

Wujo Wu didn't understand, but he was shocked.

Gojo Wu, who didn't want to show his timidity to the dwarf, turned his head and looked back at his good friend Xia Youjie.

You, skip class, let your new classmate pigeons, [-] words.

It's still you, kicking down the door of the new classmate's dormitory, [-] words.

Thirty thousand plus thirty thousand, sixty thousand, nothing wrong.

"Privately fighting and destroying public facilities on campus, actively inviting the fighting party to take full responsibility, reviewing [-] words, ninety-nine return to one, a total of [-]."

Xuejian Weizhi suggested: "It's not easy to write [-] characters in one breath. You first write down the accumulated [-] characters and we type them. Wouldn't it be nice?"

Gojo Wu, the young master of the Yusan family, the next head of the family who is certain, treats money like dung, a top rich man who never knows how to write the words debt and credit.

Thanks to Zhi Zhi, Wu Tiao Wu experienced the heavy pressure of being in debt for the first time in his life.

His hand holding the pen trembled slightly.

"Can't you make it up anymore?" Zhizhi, who was sitting next to Gojo Satoru and was tearing up the rolls and eating while supervising his review, took a look, "At this time, you should thank Mr. Ye Moth for his hard work, and thank him for not being caught by you because of repeated mistakes. I was so angry that I had a heart attack and swallowed special effects of heart-saving pills and gave up on you. Under the guidance of the teacher's unremitting efforts, you changed your mind and started a new life, vowing to use your own hands to create a better tomorrow..."

Zhizhi has written a lot of self-criticisms because of burning too many teaching buildings over the years. The sum of the self-criticisms can produce a book "Teaching You How to Become a Master of Deception". She has a lot of experience!Enough to make Gojo Wutiao, who was enlightened during the college period, just pick up the pen and do it!

Gojo Goto finished writing the self-criticism in a frantic manner, and he rushed into the office of Noctumoth Zhengdao confidently, and slammed a stack of papers on the teacher's desk full of felt dolls.

Noctua Zhengdao picked up the review and took a look.

The cursive script is full of arrogance and grandeur, the pen is sharp and bold, and the content is profound and rich in connotation. It can be called the most exciting review that Gojo Wu has written since he entered the school.

The child has grown up!

Ye Mo Zhengdao was very pleased, and he didn't become suspicious when Wujo Wu said casually that he wanted to compete with his new classmates, so he gave him the key to the training room very generously.

If ten years later, he could sleep in a dream and remind himself ten years ago, Night Moth Zhengdao would definitely pinch his neck in the past and roar desperately:

how dare you!How dare you give them the keys to the indoor training room!That house is all wooden, not fireproof!

Farewell, his newly renovated teaching building!

Farewell to his precarious hairline!

Farewell, the last trust between people!

When the fire starts, it's too late.

The tyrannical spell power swept across the entire school, countless birds in the forest fled in fright, and the barrier above the college let out the desperate wail of screaming chickens.

In the infirmary, who practiced dissection, Jiajin’s scalpel slammed on the back of his foot with a bang. In the dormitory, Xia Youjie, who swallowed the magic pill with his head up, bit his tongue sorely that it bleeds. Glasses shattered.

He raised his eyes and looked out the window, and the sky was full of burning clouds.

Gojo Satoru's sunglasses fell to the side, his eyes were filled with indelible crimson, the intense heat made his clothes wet with sweat, his snow-white hair stuck to his forehead, and the incompletely formed no-lower-limit technique was disintegrating The edges struggled to hold on.

Gojo Satoru tugged at his collar, beads of sweat ran across his Adam's apple and collarbone, steaming in the unsolvable heat.

Only those pupils in the sky were so excited that their pupils shrank like needles, and the white-haired boy's lips were grinning, madness and wantonness filled every pore.

"This is not your limit, is it?" Gojo Satoru murmured in a low voice, the flames burning his skin hot.

The extreme danger clamored to the nerves, Gojo Satoru seemed not enough: "Will the domain expand? Let me see."

"You will die." Yukimi Mie said with a smile, "My domain is the domain of instant death. It is very beautiful, so everyone can only see it once."

She raised up a finger, and bent her fingers into a fist again: "Only the strongest can see it countless times."

"I am the strongest." Wujo Wu straightened his body, his eyes were undiminished, "Wait. Isn't it just the expansion of the field, how difficult can it be?"

Of course it's not difficult for you, but the branches that bullied the teacher Wutiao ten years ago are crumbs.

It's really fun to make crumbs, Wu Wu, she is no longer a human being!

"Snapped!"

Xuejian Weizhi clapped his palms together, the fire and thick smoke all over the room rolled and converged in the air, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the charred black wreckage falling to the ground.

One release and one retraction, the control of the mana is almost perfect.

She is definitely not a newcomer who has just stepped into the magic world.It has nothing to do with talent, some things must be the fruits of countless battles and practice.

"Did we know each other before?" Gojo Gojo took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt in a hurry, he rolled up his clothes nonchalantly and wiped the sweat off his body, his thin and slender figure was neat and clean.

"No." Xuejian Weizhi put on the reverse cross hairpin on her forehead again, and carefully wrapped the bandage on her right hand, "Why do you say that?"

"I've been completely seen through." Gojo Satoru pointed to himself, "It doesn't matter whether it's a physical technique or a technique, it's obviously a newly mastered technique that Lian Jie has never seen before, yet you know how to crack it without even thinking about it." .”

"Very suspicious."

"Can't it be because we are destined?" Xue Jian Weizhi was not fooled at all, "By the way, if you take it off, everyone can 'see through' you."

Gojo Satoru, who was about to strike with his hands on his belt: Forget that this is not a dormitory.Gah, it's hot, it's fucking hot.

Yukimi Mie reasonably suspects that Gojo Satoru wants to practice 24-hour uninterrupted and no lower limit art because he has suffered from no air conditioning in summer and no heating in winter.

Such a high temperature is not worth mentioning to Zhi Zhi, she didn't sweat a single drop, which was in stark contrast to Gojo Satoru.

Ye Mozheng saw this scene when he rushed over with Jia Ruozi and Xia Youjie.

In the scorched training room after burning with dry wood, the black-haired girl with her arms folded and her face called me a queen was neat and tidy. Opposite her stood a half-naked man who was half-dressed and wanted to continue taking off.

The world is going down!People are not old!Damn God!How decent!

"You! You!" Noctua Zhengdao had angina, he took out quick-acting heart-relief pills from his arms and swallowed two quickly, his movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.

Jia Ruozi covered his eyes, spread his five fingers, and peeked at the exciting scene in front of him through his fingers.

Xia Youjie hesitated to speak, Gojo Wu glanced at him, his eyes wandering around Xia Youjie's jacket.

The ball-headed boy silently protected his chest, preferring to die.

Don't even think about taking away his man's last fig leaf!

"I don't even want to borrow any clothes, you're stingy." Wujo Wutiao clicked his tongue, his shirt was scrunched up like a ball of pickles, and he must not wear it again. Fortunately, there are few high-level conjurers, and the distance from here to the dormitory building is not far.

Otherwise, Gojo Satoru would have to fight Xia Youjie to the death no matter what, and die together in the ending where both clothes were destroyed.

Good brother, how can he be the only one in society?

Ye Mozheng swallowed two quick-acting heart-rescuing pills alive, and managed to choke himself to death when he was slapped on the back by the gunpowder at home. He took a few breaths and asked sharply: "What did you do to the training room?! I am so old and so new What about a training room?!"

Xuejian Weizhi: "Burn."

Wujo Wu: "If it's gone, it's gone. It's really useless."

The unrepentant attitude of the two irritated Ye Moth's vicissitudes of life. He thought that he was still reading the review written by Gojo Satoru a few minutes ago, and lamented that this child had finally embarked on the right path and hoped to become an upright young man in the new era. Educational work has achieved valuable results.

The reality told him that everything was wrongly paid after all!

"Who invited the fight?" Noctua asked in a deep voice.

Xuejian Weizhi and Xia Youjie glanced at Wujo Wu at the same time, but Wujo Wu looked up at the sky and said nothing.

"Okay, very good." Noctua Moth Zhengdao was dazzled by anger, "One hundred thousand word review! You can't miss a single word! You are forbidden to step into the teaching building until the training ground is repaired!"

One hundred thousand words? !Wujo Wu felt a pain in his wrist, and stretched out Erkang's hand to restore Noctua's righteous heart.

It was fine if he didn't move, but when he moved, it aroused the angina of Night Moth Zhengdao.

Two people, one room, it's fine to set the house on fire, why are you taking off your clothes?

Is it a serious fight between you guys? What happened when he didn't see it!

The desperate homeroom teacher yelled: "Gojo Satoru! ——Put on my clothes, shameless!"