The head pillar also wants to be removed today

"Okay!" Gojo Satoru clapped his hands in satisfaction, as if to encourage Tanjirou's positive attitude.

"Then, for Tanjiro-san who is struggling to face the new life, let me tell you some basic knowledge."

"You should still remember that things like curses are born from the negative emotions of human beings."

Obviously, the current atmosphere and occasion are definitely not suitable, and it can even be said to be a bit ridiculous.Gojo Satoru and Tanjiro, one dares to speak on the spot, and the other can listen carefully.

"Whether it's anger, pain, or resentment..."

Gojo Satoru counted one by one, "As long as it is human's negative emotions, it will become a hotbed of curses."

"It is the task of our magicians to exorcise the curse spirit and protect ordinary people."

Seeing the students listening seriously, Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back, and lightly poked Tanjiro's forehead.

"This is what you will do in the future."

"Although in a sense, human beings are self-inflicted..."

The white-haired conjurer leaned back in his chair, muttering something softly.

Tanjirou didn't hear Gojo Satoru's words clearly, and turned his head, "Huh?"

The white-haired conjurer quickly sat up again, patiently continuing to explain to the evil spirit.

"The essence of the magic power used by our conjurers is also negative emotions."

"So—" he deliberately said in a joking tone, "if you're not crazy enough, you can't be a good conjurer?"

"That child, Youruhito, was training in spell power in the basement."

"Then do I also need to do spell training?"

The studious Tanjiro raised his hand and asked.

To be honest, he was still very curious about the training method Wujo Satoru said.

"certainly--"

Gojo Satoru suddenly changed his voice, and mercilessly denied Tanjirou's expectation.

"No."

"Your situation is quite special, so you can't use the general method to train."

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, as if thinking about Tanjirou's future training plan.

——Actually, I don’t know how to train at all.

Even through a layer of blindfolds, Tanjiro could clearly feel Gojo Satoru's gaze scanning him back and forth.

"Hmm..." Tanjiro frowned in confusion, "If the magic power comes from negative emotions——"

"Will it burden the teacher?"

"Eh? Why would Tanjirou ask that?"

Gojo Gojo raised the corners of his lips as if amused.

He turned his head to look at the evil spirit in front of him, and didn't intend to wait for Tanjiro's answer, so he unconsciously slowed down his tone when he spoke.

"Although I am very grateful for Tanjirou-san's concern, but this level of teacher can still handle it easily."

Anyway, few conjurers seem to be able to die.

Gojo Satoru casually took a few cubes of sugar and threw them into the coffee that had already been filled with sugar. He raised his jaw and signaled Tanjiro to continue looking at the woman in the black dress.

"I just said that negative emotions in humans are a breeding ground for curses, and that person is a fairly typical example."

"The killing intent evolved from countless negative emotions is quite delicious nourishment for the curse."

Lowering his head and taking a sip of his coffee, Gojo Satoru didn't know whether he was frowned by the sweetness or the bitterness - the latter was probably the most likely.

He pushed the coffee aside in disgust, probably not wanting to touch it again in a short time.

"But the curse on her body hasn't formed yet, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"That's why I don't like summer—"

The white-haired conjurer suddenly leaned back, his long legs were almost stuck on the edge of the table, the chair maintained an extremely delicate balance under the man's movement through a small friction with the ground, it seemed that it would completely flip over in the next second , let the white-haired man fall severely.

"Teacher Wutiao, the stool..."

Tanjiro reminded weakly.

It's a pity that the conjurer who changed the subject didn't seem to have heard what he said at all. Relying on his good balance, he dangled and tortured the poor chair. The dangerous movements made Tanjirou sweat for him.

"The high temperature in summer makes my brain seem to melt away, and it has become a hotbed for many negative emotions to grow."

Gojo Satoru broke his hands and gave an example to Tanjiro, "Irritability, complaints, distress... My brain is already dizzy under the high temperature, and it is easier to explode with such emotions."

"So we conjurers will also become very busy in summer."

Although he is actually a conjurer, although his salary is good, it is a pity that he is open all year round.

A phone call anytime, anywhere, and you have to get up from the warm bed and work hard to exorcise the curse, or you may lose your life.

There is no need for the social animals of [-] to be more miserable.

Wujo Satoru looked indifferent and calm-headed.

So Qihai Jianren was right.

Conjurers are shit.

"A while ago, I was so busy that my feet didn't touch the ground. I needed to deal with many things."

Finally, he stopped torturing the poor stool to keep his balance, Gojo Satoru lay down on the table and complained to the students.

"It's hard for me to relax."

Looking at the white-haired conjurer lying on the table, although he was suspected of being disrespectful, Tanjirou somehow wanted to cover his mouth and laugh.

I don't know why, but when he sees Gojo Satoru like this, he always thinks of the precious white-haired cat, who combs his hair elegantly and acts like a spoiled child at others.

"Yes." The evil ghost squinted his eyes, and the moist and soft light of spring water flowed from the magnificent vertical pupils like ruby.

"The teacher is really hard."

"During this time, the teacher is really troublesome."

Unexpectedly, Tanjirou actually thanked him so solemnly, Gojo Satoru's hands froze.

As if to divert the embarrassment, he put his hand to his mouth and coughed lightly a few times, trying to divert the topic away without a trace.

"But Tanjirou doesn't have to worry too much about that woman."

Hmm, pretty blunt and failed method of transfer.

"Although it is indeed potentially dangerous, if there is no external stimulus, there will be no problems for the time being."

"and--"

"Strictly speaking, this is not within the scope of our jurisdiction."

The conjurer is only responsible for dealing with the curses that have been formed, exorcising those curse spirits that are harmful to human beings and ruin the lives of ordinary people.

And as for the jealousy, resentment, and killing intent between people...

That should be something that humans themselves are responsible for handling.

"So is Tanjirou resting?"

A certain teacher who obviously brought people to eat, but almost the whole table went into his stomach asked quite shamelessly.

"We're getting ready to go."

The white-haired conjurer's abacus was crackling.

"There is still a little time, we can get you a mobile phone first, and then go buy some clothes..."

His words suddenly faltered, and Tanjiro also suffocated for a moment, and his magnificent vertical pupils almost shrank into a straight line for a moment.

The two turned their heads abruptly at the same time.

At the same time, a scream suddenly sounded in the coffee shop, almost piercing the eardrum.

"Quanzi—!"