Only 5t5 persecuted world

The school bell rang once, and Yukimi Weizhi sat upright in his seat to bask in the brilliance of the setting sun.

Yukimura Seichi packed his schoolbag and patted the girl on the shoulder lightly: "Eezhi, what are you thinking? You didn't rush out of the school gate today after school."

The windy campus is said to be closed today, Yukimi Mie looked deeply at the clouds in the setting sun, and replied: "I was thinking about the results of today's discussion in the evening council, did the prisoner under the No. [-] cross be sentenced to death?" ?”

"Did you change the script today?" Seiichi Yukimura was not surprised, "Isn't it still the plot of the dark court trial of the Holy Crusaders who stole the fire?"

Speaking of which, Zhizhi's secondary school scripts seem to be related to "trial", "death penalty" and "torture" recently. Was it stimulated by something?

"Teacher Wujo said that the script was not good, and he likes higher-level characters." Xuejian Mie said unrequitedly, "He threatened that if he didn't change the role for him, he would ask me to do an extra paper, so I wrote He changed from the judge of the dark court to the president of the evening council."

If she is still not satisfied, she can only temporarily make up a plot of the archangel of the Elysium ruling the lazy little devil.

Wutiaowu has white hair, an angel's original envoy, and the lazy little devil Zhizhi dare not speak.

"Does the script actually have a prototype?" Seiichi Yukimura was in awe, Zhizhi is so dedicated, art comes from science.

"Wait, isn't your character...?" He asked late.

"It is I who was sentenced to death, judged, and judged." Xue Jian Weizhi collapsed on the table, "Xingmura-kun, why is life so difficult?"

"What's wrong with Zhizhi, are you stimulated?" Nioh Masaharu pointed his head over, "You improved by five places in the math quiz today, you are invincible."

"Young man, don't be too happy too early, there is a price to pay for becoming stronger." Xuejian Weizhi spread the paper and looked at it, not happy because he improved five places.

No, in fact, she is quite satisfied, this result is good enough, she is very contented.

But her tutor is not satisfied.

"Zhizhi little stupid pig." Gojo Satoru grabbed the girl's face with both hands and pulled it to both sides, and asked dissatisfiedly, "So-why can such a simple question be wrong!"

"...Where @#￥simple%* woohoo." She said vaguely, "The final question! It's not something I can do, okay?"

Xuejian Weizhi is about to be driven crazy by Gojo Satoru's ignorance.Anyone who has gone to school knows that the finale, as the name suggests, is for giving up, not for doing!

Can a question that can be solved by a math scumbag like her be called the finale?Do you look down on the great teacher who writes the paper?

Gojo Satoru said that he would not listen, how could his students not even get full marks in junior high school mathematics?

"I haven't started teaching you calculus yet, how can you find it difficult?" Gojo Satoru was aggrieved.

What a considerate teacher he is, for Zhizhi's sake, he even patiently read through the entire middle school mathematics textbook, and corrected thirteen mistakes in the textbook.

"Do I still need to learn calculus?" Yukimi Mieda's pupils trembled.

Zhizhi is just a minor child, why should she bear such a heavy burden?

"Of course." Gojo Satoru took it for granted, "Isn't Zhizhi a curious teacher's technique? You'll understand when you finish learning infinite series convergence."

Zhizhi: Farewell, I am not worthy.

She doesn't have the slightest interest in "No Lower Limit" now, she thinks Gojo Satoru is synonymous with No Lower Limit.

"This question." Wutiao Wu pointed to a multiple-choice question that is said to be 99% of students will make mistakes, and explained to Zhizhi, "Let's rule out A first, B is obviously wrong. Then look at C and D, and C will know it is wrong at a glance Yes, so we choose D, understand?"

Zhizhi: Dazed.jpg

"Don't you understand?" Gojo Satoru was also at a loss, "I said it so clearly, why don't you understand?"

"I only understand one thing." Xuejian Weizhi said sincerely, "I finally understand why you, Mr. Wutiao, didn't get the teacher qualification certificate."

With this level of teaching, the examiner will not let you go through eight lifetimes of bad luck.

"Are you scolding me?" Wu Tiaowu grabbed the little girl's face and rubbed it, and threatened, "Zhi Zhi is a bad boy, and the bad boy dares to mock the teacher."

The girl's face is very soft, and it is very relaxing to rub.This activity is a newfound game for Gojo Satoru, and he's just enjoying it.

"It's not that I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Zhizhi denied Sanlian.

Gojo Wu doesn't believe it, Wujo Wu decides to keep an extra set of papers for homework today.

Zhizhi: No way! ! ! !

"Can they really do it?" Doppo Kunikida, who was watching in the office, dripped cold sweat from his forehead.

Mr. Gojo's small tutoring class was held in the small reception room of the Armed Detective Agency, just facing Kunikida Doppo's desk.

Kunikida Doppo looks up at his former traitor during his spare time at work, happy that he is not alone in this pain, and worried about Gojo Satoru's mental state.

At the beginning, he was almost forced by the gangsters to the point of swallowing Dazai's poisonous mushroom to wash his stomach, and he hoped that nothing would happen to Gojo Satoshi.

Looking at it, Kunikida Doppo suddenly felt sore, as if a whole unpeeled lemon had just been born.

Because he found that, unlike the miserable situation in which he could only be left speechless by Zhizhi's questions during tutoring, and was disturbed by her occasional bouts of middle school illness, Wujo Satoru seemed very comfortable.

This scary man is not only very interested in Zhi Zhi's small theater for the second disease, but he can even cooperate with her to continue acting, raising his dissatisfaction and asking Director Zhi Zhi to change him to a script that is more suitable for his identity.

In the past, Zhizhi, who only Dazai Osamu was willing to play with her, immediately became happy, and even showed Gojo Satoru a few pages of the small book "Darkness of Words-Song of the Avenger" that she never showed to anyone—of course, It's the few pages that don't remember him.

There is no reason why the hatred written down has not been erased. Bridges return to bridges, and yards return to yards. Don't underestimate women's hatred.

"Edge has fallen." Osamu Dazai patted Kunikida Doppo on the shoulder, "Do you know what a cruel and heartless woman she is now? The day before yesterday I called her Sweetie, now I have a new love and forget the old love, I will never come to see Zhikun by the Tsurumi River again."

"Ouch—" Kunikida Doppo vomited, and he ruthlessly pushed away Zaizhi the rabbit who was making trouble, "Go away, you are blocking the light of my reviewing documents."

"Kunikida-kun is really boring." Osamu Dazai shook his head, "If Zhizhi wants me to go away, it must be because I crushed her invisible wings."

Enough, honest man, make a fist, you shameful chuunibha, stay away from him!Don't spread the shame virus at will!

Today's tutoring is temporarily entering a break, Xuejian Weizhi is biting a milk tea straw to restore blood to himself, and Wujo Satoru is critically marking circles on the test paper with a red pen.

"Teacher Wutiao, am I difficult to teach?" She asked cautiously.

If Gojo Satoru was dragged into the dissection room with Akiko Yosano for gastric lavage because of eating the poisonous mushrooms of Osamu Dazai, the president might not be able to find a new tutor for her, Zhie thought sadly.

Mathematics, the lifelong enemy of girls with secondary illnesses.

"Yes." Gojo Gojo said without raising his head, "You are the student with the worst math talent I have ever seen."

Zhizhi choked up, although it was true, but it really hurt her heart.

"But I've only made up lessons for you, and the bottom one and the top number are Zhizhi." Gotiao Wu stretched out his hand to ruffle the girl's black hair, being careful not to lose her reverse cross hairpin, "Come back with a perfect score in the graduation exam Show it to the teacher?"

Yukimi Mieda was just a little moved by Gojo Satoru's first sentence, but was shocked by his outrageous words and turned into a gray and white statue.

The little girl wanted to speak but stopped talking and wanted to: "Although I am a brave man who likes to challenge the impossible, I also understand the creed that the strong will never give up omnipotence. But mathematics, if you can't, you can't."

The strong can perform chest smashing boulders, swallow a catty of devil peppers raw, swim 500 meters in oil pan, and dance ballet on stilts.

But the strong, if they don't know mathematics, they won't, and they won't even kill them.

"Unless Teacher Wutiao has some special means other than cheating, it's impossible." Xuejian Weizhi took a deep breath and raised his hand to swear, "Mathematics, from the bottom fifty to the top fifty of the grade, I will Try hard to take the exam."

Zhizhi has worked so hard, please let the child go.

This achievement far exceeds Fukuzawa Yukichi's requirement of "getting rid of the status of the bottom [-] in the grade". Gojo Satoru's one-month tutoring kills the previous math teacher Kunikida Doppo's one-year hard work.He can proudly wear the title of "Perfect Teacher Gojo Satoru" on his head.

"It's not a means of cheating..." Gojo Satoru actually thought about following Yukimi Mie's words seriously, and a lighted light bulb popped out of his head.

"Yes, how about I use the infinite space to fill you with information for a year? Maybe there will be a complete set of teaching aids for junior high school mathematics."

It's very random for Wutiao Wukaida to feed people with information, but if you feed it a few times, maybe a blind cat will encounter a dead mouse, and it will become a problem?

Yukimi Mie instinctively felt that it was unreliable, but she didn't know what Boundless Space was, and seeing Gojo Satoru's expression of "I'm so smart, please praise me", she nodded mysteriously.

The strong are not afraid of challenges, try and die.

"Pfft." Wujo Gojo nodded when he saw her suspicious face, laughed silently, and the table was vibrated by him.

"Zhizhi, you're so funny." Gojo Gojo, 1.9 meters tall, was rolling on the sofa of the detective agency laughing, and Yukimi Miie was very worried that he would accidentally hit his head on the coffee table and make people stupid.

Teacher Wutiao didn't look very smart at first, what if she became even more stupid, Zhizhi was worried, she should persuade the teacher to go downstairs to buy an insurance before coming up.

Gojo Satoru laughed enough, stretched out on the sofa relaxedly.

This month was a rare time for him to be relaxed and happy, and he didn't even hate those rotten orange-like faces anymore.Every time I come to Yokohama, I feel like I am on vacation. I teach children, rub my face, and feel comfortable like a big cat that wants to snore and sleep.

Gojo Satoru was lying on his back on the sofa, looking sideways at the girl with a lollipop in her mouth, focused on correcting the wrong questions.

The quality of the sealed item on her body was really good, and she couldn't detect the fluctuation of the spell power even at such a close distance.Gojo Satoru glanced over the dark golden reverse cross hairpin and black choker, and stopped on the gauze over Yukimi Mie's left eye.

Like the bandage on the right hand, the use of gauze and medical goggles as a cover is obviously of no practical use, more like decorations.

Gojo Satoru himself also wears blindfolds, so he can completely cover his eyes with cloth strips, wandering in the streets frankly, facing the eyes of the handicapped with composure.

But for some reason, he suddenly found Zhizhi's blindfold very unpleasant.

"Is it the character setting of the second disease?" Wujo Satoru guessed irresponsibly.

It may be that Zhizhi thought it was cool to wear a single blindfold, like a Pirate of the Caribbean, so she made one for herself.

But medical goggles and gauze... always remind people of bad things, especially when her skin is pale and sickly, and her bones are thin and thin.

Gojo Satoru always wondered if his students had been bullied on campus. Didn’t it mean that some students like to cuddle and reject children who don’t fit in?

On second thought, it's not realistic.Zhizhi looks thin and weak, but he is actually very good at fighting. He has learned kendo from Fukuzawa Yukichi for so many years, and he can teach bad boys to be a man by picking up a branch.

So... medical goggles, why?

"Hey, does Mr. Gojo want to see it?" Gojo Satoru asked after thinking about it, and Xuejian Weizhi raised his head from the wrong question book, and said quite generously, "Yes, I will take it off for the teacher to see."

Pay attention to your wording, this is obviously a very serious matter, don't say it so unseriously.

The girl's fingertips lightly tapped the edge of the gauze, exerting force with her fingers, and the white shackles fell off from her eyes.

The eyes that were suddenly exposed to the air were still a little uncomfortable. The girl's crow-like eyelashes trembled, and the butterfly's tail flapped slightly, slightly raised.

One bright red pupil reflected Wu Tiao's dazed face.

Just like the color of the setting sun reflected in the gurgling river, and like the bright light of a flash when sparks rekindle, the bright colors between the sky and the earth gather in one pupil, which is clean, penetrating, and insightful.

It should be covered up.

Such a beautiful treasure should not be shown to others.