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Jushan Haruki: "???"

"What?" He took advantage of the different looks of everyone in the living room and dragged the system to show him the yellow card.

"Is it because what I just said is not enough for Xiaobaihua?" Facing the fake yellow card from the General Administration, Jushan Haruki was speechless.

[You acted too much like a fool,] The system is powerless, [Wujo Wuxin. 】

"No," Jushan Haruki held his head in confusion, "What does he believe? Isn't I playing the role of Little White Flower?"

【you sure? 】The system's tone is hesitant, 【I think you're acting like a fool. 】

【Especially that sentence, Mr. Xia You really knows everything. 】

Haruki Jushan took a deep breath of collapse. He originally thought that he would get a yellow card because he couldn't hide it in front of Gojo Satoru. He looked hesitant because he didn't believe what he was saying, and co-author Wujo Satoru looked hesitant because he was wondering if he had become stupid?

"My lord?" The white-haired young man changed his confused expression, and looked at the complex-looking Xia Youjie with a vivid expression on his face.

It was only now that Fu Heihui managed to connect this face-changing person with the young man he had picked up on the street a few days ago.

He pretended to be calm and silently leaned towards Tsumiji, trying to hide the strange expression on his face.

He didn't expect that he just picked someone up at random and planned to send him to a high school, so he picked up a conjurer who seemed to have a close relationship with Gojo Wu.

Where is this the conjurer that Gojo Satoru abducted from?

"Ahem," Wujo Wujo, who was sitting next to him and didn't know that Fu Heihui wanted to go in an outrageous direction, coughed a few times, "Your situation is a bit complicated."

"I heard that you don't have a place to live?" He showed a long-planned smile, "Since you can't control the magic power, do you know that there is a place called the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic?"

"Wu, he can't see." Xia Youjie interrupted him suddenly.

"Then I will go to the college!" He happily replied.

"I know it in my heart." Facing Xia Youjie's complicated expression, Gojo Wu lifted up his sunglasses, revealing a section of fluttering white eyelashes.

The white eyelashes fluttered cheerfully on his eyelids. The dull atmosphere in the living room was incompatible with the small red flowers around him that were almost materialized. Gojo Satoru, who was in a better mood, knocked on the table happily: "You were brought back by my adopted son." Yes, that’s our high school.”

As soon as these words came out, in the silent living room, the expressions of Jushan Haruki and Fu Heihui split instantly.

Jushan Haruki struggled to control the expression on his face and looked at Fu Heihui, Fu Heihui pursed his lips, looking very stinky, as if two dogs would come out in the next second to kill Gojo Satoru Same.

"It's only been ten years," he trembled in an unbelievable voice, "Why is it that only ten years have passed, Xia Youjie and Wujo Wu together are already a perfect son and daughter."

"System, you said that Nitro will not have an adopted son, right?"

[Not sure,] The system thought deeply, [Have you been cursed by some kind of adopted son this year? 】

"It's not that I don't have it." He quickly pulled himself out.

[Of course I know you don't,] the system said in a pitiful tone, 【You are my big brother. 】

Gojo Satoru ignored Xia Youjie's sudden bad face, stood up and walked around Jushan Haruki: "Hui will not lie, since your spell power is out of control now, of course you have to learn how to control it .”

He found an excuse that no one could refuse on the surface: "So let's come to a high school to study."

"I still have a job..." Jushan Haruki's voice was weak.

"What else do you have?" Gojo Satoru squatted down and looked at his eyes buffed by the system.

"I don't have anything." Jushan Haruki shamelessly counseled.

Gojo Satoru now clearly saw who he was, but he also believed in a very contradictory way that he had no past memory and was an ordinary person who knew nothing about the magic world.

Could it be that he is pretending too much?Ju Shan Qingshu glanced tremblingly at Xia Youjie whose face was getting darker and darker, and subconsciously felt that the two of them must have reached some mysterious deal somewhere he didn't know.

Satisfied, Gojo Satoru, who snatched Jushan Qingshu from Xia Youjie without any suspense, blinked happily, and patted him on the shoulder: "The high school teachers are excellent, the transportation is convenient, the students are friendly, and the canteen is delicious. You are here." It won't hurt."

"He farts," Jushan Haruki only dared to complain to the system, "The school cafeteria tastes so bad it looks like it's for curse spirits."

[When a school's recruiting sign is that the cafeteria is delicious,] the system speaks earnestly, [it should be a little ac about his school-running level. 】

Gojo Satoru knew nothing about Haruki Yoshiyama's secret complaints.

Satisfied, he glanced at the faces of people with different expressions in the room, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "Since you were picked up by my adopted son, everyone doesn't need to see outsiders."

"Call out, listen up."

Xia Youjie's fist hardened.

"It's okay to call the teacher." Gojo Satoru added regretfully.

[So shameless. 】

In the silence, the system spoke slowly: [So this is actually the reason why he insisted on calling you to a high school. 】