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As the pages of the book were flipping, Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, thought for a while and said, "...I didn't see it."

Jushan Haruki: "? Didn't you see anything?"

In order to prove his point of view, he just took out all the records about Six Eyes and Astral Plasma and piled them between him and Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru has been talking about his family's materials are all ancient books that have been preserved for thousands of years, and some books may outlive his thousand-year-old curse. Jushan Haruki can't bear the disturbance, so he spread out all these books Then you have to send it back to him.

The books held by the magic power in the room where these ancient books are stored in Wujo’s house will fly around. All the books he pulled out and piled aside will be sent back in batches in the order of the previous ones under the arrangement of the magic power. In terms of location, the magic content of the whole scene is too high, just like Hogwarts Fentz.

Haruki Yoshiyama was short of a magic wand.

Gojo Satoru expressed disdain for his lazy behavior.

He was busy sending the books back to the bookshelf, while Gojo Satoru sat cross-legged and let out a sigh of incomprehension.Haruki Jushan rolled his eyes in displeasure, picked out a book written in recent years, turned the spine of the book and threw it at Gojo Satoru's head.

——Missed.

The No Lower Limit that has been wrapping Gojo Satoru's body directly bounced the book away.

The master of no lower limit raised his eyebrows proudly at him: "You can't hit me~"

"What's that expression on your face?" Jushan Haruki silently took the book that he had bounced back from the air, sent it back to its proper place, and then happily quit.

"What expression?"

"Do you know?" Gojo Satoru stood up from the ground, bypassed the ancient books that had been spread on the ground and hadn't had time to clean them up, walked to Haruki Jushan and patted him on the shoulder.

Haruki Juyama:?

"Usually when people say I have a friend, they're talking about themselves."

"I didn't expect you to have lofty aspirations when you were young, and you still have such a humanistic spirit of fraternity." He sighed.

Time is really a butcher's knife. More than 1000 years have passed, directly turning a good young man who cares about human beings into the old fox he is now.

Jushan·Old Fox·Qingshu: "I really have a friend."

Gojo Satoru said sincerely, "Okay, I really believe it."

Jushan Haruki: "...Do you believe it or not."

If the bald guy Lex Luthor knew that someone in another world thousands of miles away would think that he and Haruki Yayama were the same person, he would probably be able to have an extra bowl of rice with this fun.

Jushan Haruki quit, so Gojo Satoru had no choice but to continue his work and continue to put these books back.

"So you... no, your friend," he changed his words without distraction, "Your friend also planned to evolve all human beings a thousand years ago?"

Jushan Haruki said in a low tone, "My friend planned to kill all aliens a thousand years ago."

Gojo Satoru: "...The technology was quite advanced a thousand years ago."

There are aliens.

It is hard for him not to believe in the spaceship theory of the Mayan ruins.

He was silent for half a minute, but still couldn't help complaining: "Who do you know?"

"No way," Jushan Haruki leaned on the bookshelf and stretched, "If you live for a long time, you can know everyone."

Generally, this situation is called living for a long time.

"It can be seen that the first person who invented the Internet and the computer almost saved the whole world." Gojo Satoru said with emotion.

More than 1000 years ago, middle school teenagers did not have mobile phones or computers to play, so they would want to evolve all human beings and kill all aliens.

Especially this kind of secondary disease that can live for more than 1000 years, it is really amazing for anyone who has a dream.

But if you evolve all human beings, you will evolve all human beings, occupying other people's shells, and swaggering around in other people's names is just a few meanings.

Knotweed Youren became a two-faced Nuo container after swallowing a super-grade cursed object. This happened one year after Xia Youjie's death. The master was brought back to the world in a cursed way.

Even the unknown existence that has lived for thousands of years, who has occupied Xia Youjie's shell, probably would not have imagined such a development a year ago.

A year later, the King of Curses reappeared in the world, and it happened to exist in the form of a curse. It was a complete surprise that he might be accepted as an elf by the magic spell.

"By the way," Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered, "I never asked you."

Haruki Juyama: "Huh?"

"Is it possible for Su Nuo to be used by a mantra that can be recovered by mantra manipulation?"

Jushan Haruki: "Theoretically speaking... it is actually possible."

"However," he emphasized to Gojo Satoru, who was eager to try, "no one is sure that he can beat him to the point where he can be subdued when he is in his prime."

"And you can't guarantee whether Youren will be able to suppress him after Su Nuo absorbs twenty fingers. And what will become of Youren, who can't suppress him, when he shares his body with Su Nuo in his heyday. "

"Of course," Curse shrugged, "my position is to completely destroy these fingers."

"If you don't care about the life and death of Knotweed Yuren, I'm inclined to do what the elders of the magic world do."

—Let him eat twenty fingers and be executed.

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath: "I didn't mean that."

Of course Jushan Haruki knew that he didn't mean that, and Gojo Satoru was not someone who would do such things.

But as a curse who has lived for thousands of years and has experienced many mysteries, his only current goal is to oppose Su Nuo, so this is what he will choose as a curse.

Just when the scene became tense, the phone Gojo Satoru threw on the ground suddenly rang.

Unanimously, the two began to rejoice that the phone call broke the dull atmosphere.

"Yidizhi?" He picked it up and looked at the caller ID, then picked it up casually.

"Teacher Wutiao," Yi Dizhi's guilty voice spread throughout the room, "Come out quickly."

Gojo Satoru on the phone:?

"What's wrong?" He was puzzled, "You have a mission to pick up other magicians?"

"No," Yidizhi wiped off his sweat, "it's Principal Ye Moth."

"Principal Night Moth knows that you, uh... skipped class," the voice on the other end of the phone paused, "Let me take you back as soon as possible."

Gojo Satoru, who skipped class and came to our home, immediately looked like a cat caught by its tail. Before Yidizhi could finish speaking, he quickly hung up the phone in a guilty conscience, trying to hypnotize himself that nothing had happened.

Haruki Juyama: ...

He didn't really attend classes in a college, so naturally he didn't pay attention to the class schedule. Gojo Satoru told him today that he had time to go back to his home and he followed him. Who would have thought that this grandson skipped class and let Yuzu Yuhito and his pigeons come here? .

The phone that had just been hung up rang again.

"Why are you still fighting?" He immediately turned around and couldn't see it.

"Help me press the mute to get through." Gojo Gojo didn't turn his head, "You don't want to hear Yi Dizhi relay a lot of nonsense from Principal Noctua."

According to what he knew about Yidizhi, he would repeat a long list of nonsense that he didn't like to hear next, so the best way is to mute the phone and wait for him to finish speaking and just listen to the last sentence.

Haruki Jushan looked at the caller ID displayed on the phone as Teacher Yega, and then at Gojo Satoru who was still cleaning up the mess: "Are you sure?"

Gojo Satoru: "Definitely."

Jushan Haruki: "...you said it."

Then he muted the phone with lightning speed, connected the phone and put it upside down on the table.

Then Jushan Haruki started to fish and enforce the law: "Aren't you a teacher?"

He looked at Gojo Satoru solemnly, and his tone was full of condemnation: "You are a teacher and you still skip class?"

Five Articles·No Knowing·Wu Li is straightforward: "What's wrong with the teacher? Can't the teacher skip class? Stereotypes are bad."

"I will defend to the death my right to skip class."

"How can this be called skipping classes? This is called flexible work."

Don't play the get out of class bomb after class.

Jushan Haruki: "Okay dear."

When Gojo Satoru was a student, he skipped class to eat desserts with him, and when he became a teacher, he skipped class to check information with him. It can be seen that no matter what his status is, he still hates learning.

Be it school or teaching.

Anyway, the only ones who can cure him are the head teacher of the year and the current principal. Jushan Haruki glanced at the phone, happy to see him being sanctioned by Noctua Righteous Way.

"I hope you can be so confident after seeing Principal Ye Moth." He glanced at the phone that was turned upside down on the table, and wished sincerely.

Wutiao Wutiao's mouth was stubborn: "I have this attitude towards everyone——"

"It's time for Yizhizhi to finish." He finished packing all the books that Haruki Jushan had pulled out, then turned around and picked up the phone, and turned the volume to the maximum.

"Yidizhi?"

There was silence on the phone.

Why don't you say anything?

Gojo Satoru asked again inexplicably: "Yijizhi? Are you listening?"

Knowing the truth, Haruki Juyama took several steps back silently, hoping that everyone is okay.jpg

Gojo Satoru caught a glimpse of him retreating from the corner of his eye, and instinctively sensed the danger.

Just thinking about it at this moment, a slow voice came from the other end of the phone: "I'm listening."

Gojo Satoru:!

How is the noctuid right way.

Haruki Juyama: "Pfft."

He thought Gojo Satoru's six eyes would at least glance at the phone, but he didn't expect that he really didn't look at it, and let him connect the phone with great confidence.

Hearing the righteous voice of the night moth on the phone, Gojo Satoru slowly shifted his gaze to Haruki Yayama who was watching the excitement: "...Isn't it because I have no lower limit to prevent you from calling?"

"Why do you still have such a strong desire for revenge after living for so long?" His eyes were filled with resentment.

Jushan Haruki: "I asked you, and I asked you if you are not sure."

He spread his hands: "You said you are sure, I will take it."

Gojo Satoru: ...

It is still pardonable for the evil done by the sky, but it is impossible to live for the evil done by oneself.

Jushan Haruki: "This wave is self-inflicted."

"I'll be in the principal's office in half an hour," Ye Mozheng said with a serious tone holding up the phone, ignoring the meaning of the chat on the other end of the phone, "Don't be late."

He hung up the phone with a serious expression.

And behind Noctua Zhengdao, the three first-year students were extremely painful, holding back their laughter.

From the moment when Gojo Satoru said that he would defend the teacher's right to skip classes to the death, Principal Yemo's face darkened instantly, and the three of them fell into a difficult process of holding back their laughter.

Wutiaowu usually persecutes them, but I have never seen Wutiaowu being persecuted.

Now I just want to laugh, really want to laugh.

As for how the night moth Zhengdao knew that Gojo Satoru was in the family...

The matter started when Nagasaki Yaqiangwei hung up the phone with Yizhizhi.

Nagasaki Yaqiangwei looked at the two classmates who knew nothing: "Is there anyone who can stop Gojo Satoru from looking for that?"

"Wh-what?" Knotabagi Yuren was puzzled.

Nagasaki Wild Rose nodded his side face with her chin in a strange expression: "A masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

Knotweed Yuren:!

"Is there anyone else who can stop Mr. Wujo?"

Fu Heihui, who was stared at by two people with enthusiastic eyes: "... Principal Ye Moth?"

Nazaki sincerely said: "Fuhei, you are such a genius."

Knowing that human beings could not stop Gojo Satoru, Nagasaki quickly decided to go to Principal Noctua, the highest level in the food chain.

Seeing three students rushing to the door on a beautiful afternoon, Ye Mozheng said: "What's wrong?"

At this point, they should be in class, right?

The only girl among the three, Nagasaki Wild Rose, said solemnly, "Principal Night Moth."

"Don't be afraid of what I'm going to say next."

Night Moth said rightly:? ? ?

"what do you want to say?"

Rose Kizaki: "You must stop Gojo Satoru from spreading gay pornographic books!"

Night Moth said rightly:? ! !