Different Maorilan

Gojo Satoru was having a meeting at the headquarters of the Magic Association when he re-sensed the magic imprint that had disappeared for more than two weeks.

After nearly two months, the rectification of the magic world is finally coming to an end. Compared with the endless meetings and piles of documents to be processed before, Gojo Satoru is now much more relaxed.

Even if he, the strongest document, was all he had given to the handy toolman Yizhi Jiegao, he made this junior, who was two years younger than him but looked like a middle-aged social animal, look old again a lot.

But it's also tiring to argue with those rotten oranges from the Conjuration Association and people from the government every day!Wujo Wuzhen said in a loud voice.

Since Gojo Satoru supported the reform on the government side, it was inevitable to pull his banner when negotiating with the Magic Association.

He was required to appear in the meeting or make phone calls. He couldn't go on strike, so he could only stand up for the government patiently and watch the people in the government gradually pluck out the rights they regarded as taboo from the hands of the rotten oranges.

With Wujo Wu's disposition, he would disdain to do this, and if he got in a hurry, he would turn the table over, so reform and struggle for power should be done by people in the government.

Wujo Wu and the people sent by the government are very sharp-tongued, the only difference is that Wujo Wu can make the rotten oranges so angry that they have a heart attack and send them to the hospital for emergency treatment, but when they open their mouths, they can rely on their three-inch tongue and Clear and perfect management regulations and various language traps forcefully bite a piece of meat out of the hands of old-fashioned people.

After all, they are professional in politics, and there is a group of think tanks behind them. When it comes to deceiving people with various tricks, they only know that the rotten oranges who stare at the one-acre three-point land that has remained unchanged for thousands of years are not enough. look.

And to put it bluntly, Wutiaowu is the golden thigh of the government. Only those who support the government have the strength to ask for power. When ordinary people don't need to understand the things of magicians, when they are suppressed by such words, the people from the government directly show five enlightenments and suppress them back.

After all, the strongest conjurers are now on their side, why can't they understand?

Must understand!

The cumbersome meeting process Gojo Satoru is impatient to listen to. People from the government will inform him of the purpose of the meeting before the start of the meeting, and Yiji Jiegao will give him a summary report after the meeting.

Closer to home, in short, everyone else was concentrating on the meeting. Gojo Satoru was fishing openly with his mobile phone, and occasionally made a statement when he was caught by the cue. If he didn't doze off, this strongest gentleman had a very correct attitude.

And when Gojo Satoru sensed that the student he had timed back came back, he immediately wanted to sneak to find Mori Lan, he looked up at Iji Kitaka who was sitting next to him and taking notes.

The speaker on the stage was still speaking earnestly, and Yidichi Jiegao, who was concentrating on recording in his notebook, suddenly felt a twitch in his back, and turned his face to find that the difficult boss was looking at him.

Yizhi Jie, who has rich experience of being thrown into a mess by Gojo Satoru, looked at him carefully and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Gojo?"

Gojo Satoru showed him the screen of his mobile phone that had already typed a paragraph in the notepad: "I'm in a hurry to take a step ahead, you help me set a cover."

Yidizhi Jiegao trembled a bit when he saw the whole person, Qiangqiang with white hair and black eyepatch was so conspicuous, even if he kept playing with his mobile phone without making a sound, someone would always glance at him from time to time, trying to see a little emotion from Qiangda's protruding nose and mouth Come on, how does such a high-profile person cover up?

Everyone is not blind, okay?

You have been the "mascot" of the meeting for almost two months. Today's meeting is almost over, can't you bear to make trouble until the end? !

Yidi Zhijiegao shouted in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly, he whispered in embarrassment: "This...Mr. Gojo, the meeting will end soon, why don't you—"

It is strange that Gojo Satoru is such a reasonable person. After he informed Yiji Jiegao that he was going to sneak away, he opened the ventilation window from behind and teleported away.

"..."

Staring at the empty chair in front of him, Yizhi Jiegao's expression became desperate.

"...Huh? Where is Mr. Gojo?"

The person in charge of the meeting who found Gojo Satoto disappeared looked at Iji Kidaka in puzzlement, was taken aback by his bleak and desperate expression, and then skipped the topic in a clear and considerate manner.

They are all beating workers, so why make it difficult for beating workers.

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"Mr. Xia You, right?"

In a ward of the hospital, a doctor with a checklist opened the door and walked in. Xia Youjie, who was sitting by the bed, resisted his disgust towards the non-surgery doctor, and nodded calmly: "Well, how's the test result?"

After Xia Youjie sent Mao Lilan to the hospital, he wanted to leave directly, but when he saw Mao Lilan's blood-stained half face when he was sent to the emergency room, he stayed behind to accompany him.

Xia Youjie wanted to leave after he came to his senses. His relationship with Mao Lilan was not good. Last time he took advantage of the fire to rob someone's child of spoils. It would be fine if the two of them didn't fight when they woke up. What's the matter with him staying...

As a result, the doctor said that although Mao Lilan had no trauma, her condition was not very good, and she needed to do some tests to take a good look.

So Xia Youjie stayed and waited for the inspection results to come out. He also convinced himself that this was to spy on the enemy's intelligence.

Yes, he just wanted to spy on the enemy's intelligence, which was reasonable.

"The examination results show that the patient is moderately anemic, severely malnourished, and some organs of the body are failing..." The doctor frowned and explained the problems found in the examination one by one. Looking at Xia Youjie, "How did your family manage to send you here so late, and you didn't realize that your children were getting skinny and out of shape?"

The doctor is getting old and his hair is gray, and his grandson is about Mao Lilan's age. Seeing that a child of Mao Lilan's age is suffering from such severe malnutrition, he couldn't help feeling pitiful, and he would inevitably have too many preaching words. point.

Xia Youjie was dressed in five cassocks, with mild features (all pretended) and let the doctor scold and scold him. He seemed to be humbly taught, but in fact he was trying hard to endure the urge to summon the curse spirit to eat the long-winded doctor in front of him.

Where has Xia Youjie, who has been the leader of the evil cult for so many years, ever suffered such grievances?He didn't release the spell directly because the old man said it very seriously, as if Mao Lilan would be gone in the next moment, so he swallowed his anger.

Fortunately, before Xia Youjie's patience reached its limit, he noticed Wujo Wu's arrival.

So he who had been enduring being lectured all the time said, "Doctor, I'm actually not the child's family member. I only sent him to the hospital when I passed by and saw him pass out."

"Ah?" The doctor was a little surprised when he heard the words, and quickly apologized to Xia Youjie who was misunderstood by him, "I'm sorry, Mr. Xia You, I misunderstood—"

Xia Youjie looked up at the door of the ward. He was wearing a black suit for the meeting, and he was so handsome that he walked in with dazzling sunglasses brand Gojo Wu with long legs, and behind him were a few young nurses with red faces.

"Jay? Why are you here?"

"This is the real family member." Xia Youjie looked at Wujo Wu who had slammed the door of the ward with his backhand as soon as he saw him, and instead of answering the other's question, he said to the doctor.

"?"

Gojo Satoru nodded directly to the doctor who was looking at him, and while walking towards Mao Lilan's hospital bed, he admitted quickly: "I am Lan's brother, what can the doctor tell me—?!"

The doctor was interrupted by such an interruption, and saw Wujo Wu's attitude was a bit frivolous, he looked like he was not a good brother, just about to say a few words to him, when Wujo Wu's aura suddenly became a little creepy, his face turned pale .

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, lifted the quilt covering Mao Lilan's body and looked carefully, his eyes in the sky condensed into glaciers.

"You can't do it again, Jie?" He said with a smile, but there was no smile in his blue eyes.

Xia Youjie, who pushed the doctor out of the ward, turned around and said, "I'm your number one suspect now?"

"No way, who made you do bad things all the time and be a villain? I don't doubt that you are very unreasonable." Gojo Satoru lightly touched Mao Lilan's cheek in a coma, but he hadn't seen him for two weeks, and Lan's face finally recovered. The meat that came out was gone, and I lost so much weight...

"It sounds right, but I didn't do anything this time." Xia Youjie shrugged, and he spread his hands, "Instead, I acted as a kind person and sent the unconscious Mr. Lan to the hospital. "

"Speaking of which, Wu, isn't the conjuration world busy with rectification? How could Mr. Lan be so seriously injured at this time?" The smile on Xia Youjie's face turned cold, "Is that what you call rectification and reform? ?”

At this time, Gojo Satoru had already pulled out the infusion needle on the back of Mao Lilan's hand and the instrument for monitoring his vital signs, hugged Mao Lilan, and was about to teleport back to the high school, and invited the family into the nitrous for treatment.

"Of course not." Gojo Satoru stepped on the window sill with his arms in his arms, "I don't know how much better the magic world will be after this rectification, but with new blood, it will be much clearer than before."

"The road is made by people step by step. What will happen in the future can't be said for sure, but I will always be there. If the road is wrong, I will take action."

"Take your time, with these children here, you will definitely..."

Xia Youjie didn't hear what was said later, because Gojo Satoru had already teleported away from the window with someone.

Xia Youjie was the only one left in the ward who had started to meditate because of Wujo Gojo's words.

Xia Youjie thought a lot, he thought about himself, Mimiko Nanako, and the family members of the Panxing Sect, but he never thought about the future.

why?

If he wants to realize his "dream" all the time, his best friend back then and now the strongest magician Gojo Satoru is his biggest obstacle.

and so……

He has no future.

Nor do they deserve it.