don't you have a wife of your own

Oi Chuanyuejian hugged the easel and said enthusiastically, "Is it a new intern teacher? Then you don't know where to report, do you? I just want to go to the student activity center, so I can take you there along the way."

Gojo Satoru: "The teacher is going to the student activity center for the report?"

Oi Chuanyuejian shook his head: "It's going to the No. 11 teaching building, but I happened to be on the way. If you want to go to the student activity center, you have to pass through the No. 11 building."

Wutiaowu thought to himself: I believe you are a ghost.

She looks so cute, she doesn't even bat an eyelid when she's fooled.

Oikawa Tsukimi took Gojo Satoru along the avenue lined with a row of cherry blossom trees, and came to a small playground surrounded by teaching buildings on both sides.

To the east of the small playground is a forest, and behind the forest are dark green rolling mountains.

When the summer wind blows, the birch leaves make a long crisp sound of crunching potato chips.

Ji Chuanyuejian raised his arms and wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and said, "The innermost building is No. 11 teaching building, and the teacher's report is on the third floor."

Gojo Satoru glanced forward, and most of the 'No. 11 Teaching Building' that Kawatsuki Jian pointed to was shrouded in the shadow of the woods. In this scorching summer, it looked so cool.

He nodded, followed Oi Chuanyuejian and continued walking towards the teaching building.The two entered the door and walked up the steps stepping on fallen leaves.

Oi Chuanyuejian took him through the side door, and only seven or eight meters ahead of the door was the birch forest next to the mountains.The shadows cast by the branches and leaves and the light spots falling from the gaps are clearly spread on the tiles.

Step into the side door, go straight to a corridor, and turn left to steps.

Oi Chuanyuejian held the huge easel and raised his head: "I'm going to walk from the corridor to the Student Activity Center. You can go up the stairs to the third floor and turn right to the fourth office, which is the reporting office."

It sounds like that, if it wasn't for him being killed by Ji Chuanyuejian for two weeks, he would probably believe it.

Rubbing the girl's head to thank her, Gojo Satoru deliberately messed up her hair.

Oi Chuanyuejian probably didn't expect a teacher to rub his head suddenly, and stood there in a daze for two seconds, his eyes widened.

Her hair was completely messed up, and a few locks of forehead hair fell back and turned up in a mess.

The expression is also dull, like a doll fixed in a photo frame.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand and clicked his tongue: This company's modeling is really good, it looks like the real thing.

He turned and walked up the stairs, taking two steps and then jerking aside; the huge easel smashed into the floor.

Just looking at the smashed section of the stairs, he knew how much effort Oi Chuanyuejian had used.If he had been hit head-on, he would have lost blood even if he was not dead.

It was empty, and Oi Chuanyuejian showed a surprised expression.She raised her eyes and looked at Gojo Wujo in doubt, but she didn't speak, and quickly dragged the easel and swept across it - blocked by Wujo Wuge, who had been prepared for a long time.

Compared with human arms, metal easels should of course be harder, but Gojo Satoru's outrageous body data changed this disadvantage.

After Ge blocked the easel, he grabbed the middle part of the easel and pulled it in front of him.In terms of strength, Ji Chuanyuejian was far inferior to Wujo Wu, and he staggered a few steps by him;

She immediately let go, abandoned the easel, turned around and ran out of the side door, her back was as flexible as a rabbit, and disappeared into the birch forest in two or three steps.

Gojo Satoru turned the easel in his hand with one hand, swung it up to test the feel.He swung it around, and the easel made an unbearable sound, and a crack appeared in the middle.

"Isn't it? After all, it's synthetic metal, so brittle?"

Gojo Satoru threw the easel down the corridor in disgust, completely unaware of recycling waste.He looked around, and in the quiet stairwell, he could still hear the collision of leaves in the birch forest outside.

He realized he didn't hear cicadas or birds.

There seemed to be no other living things here except the plants and myself.

The stairs under his feet had just been smashed by two steps with an easel by Oikawa Tsukimi, and the gravel was still mixed with dark red blood.

Gojo Satoru squatted down and twisted the blood-stained concrete fragments with his hands: only a little red, the blood was fresh, and it should be the blood that Chuan Yuejian was injured just now when he was pushed and pulled.

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He heard light footsteps coming from the stairs above his head, so he quickly grabbed the few blood-stained concrete blocks and stuffed them into his pocket, then stood up and looked up at the source of the footsteps.

The man sticking his head out from the stairs above was startled, and grabbed the railing of the stairs: "Hey! I was scared to death... Who are you? Who allowed you to wander around the school? You even vandalized public property!"

The man came down from the upper stairs, loudly berating Gojo Satoru.After getting closer, he realized that the height difference between himself and Gojo Satoru was a bit large, so he backed away calmly and stood up the high stairs again.

Gojo Satoru said innocently: "I'm a new intern teacher. Just now a student used an easel to destroy the stairs as a prank, but I stopped him. The easel was still thrown under the stairs."

He pointed to the bottom of the stairs.

The man glanced at it casually, and when he lowered his head, the edge of his thick hair was illuminated by the sun with a faint golden light.

He saw the slightly damaged easel under the stairs, frowned, grabbed his belt buckle with both hands, scratched his fat and short chin from time to time, lost in thought.

After thinking for a while, the man changed the subject: "There are indeed many problem students in our school. Next time you encounter such disobedient students, just notify the student union in time."

"My name is Idai Kawada, and I am a second-grade English teacher. Mr. Wujo, why did you come to Building No. 11?"

"It hasn't been long since it was built, the location is remote, and it hasn't been put into use yet, but it's very dangerous!"

Kawada's tone was serious, but Gojo Satoru obviously didn't like this, he spread his hands and continued to pretend innocent: "A student told me that he would come here to report. I just came today, and I am not familiar with the school at all."

"student?"

Kawada lowered his eyes, and a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes: "Which student? Have you seen the nameplate on his chest? This kind of bad student must be arrested! Punish it!"

Gojo Satoru shrugged: "Sorry, that student doesn't seem to be wearing a nameplate. I only remember that he has black hair, ah yes - his eyes are special, special, small."

Hearing this, Kawata couldn't help but raised his hand and scratched his chin. There seemed to be little bugs wriggling in his short beard.He seemed to be recalling something, but after thinking for a long time, he didn't think of students with similar characteristics.

"Tch! That guy is lucky."

Kawata cursed, and at the same time greeted Gojo Satoru in a non-cold manner: "The intern teacher's report is in the No. [-] teaching building, and the classroom where the students usually attend classes is also there. I just have an English class today, so I will take you there along the way." .”

"Don't run around in the school if you have nothing to do. The students in our school, except for the good boys in the student union, are all scumbags."

He glanced at Gojo Satoru with his cloudy eyes, and the flesh on his cheek twitched slightly: "If something bad happens when you get too close to those little bastards, no one can help you."

After speaking, Kawata scratched his chin again.

He used a lot of strength, and the fat white soft flesh on his chin was scratched with bloodstains.But Kawada himself seemed to feel no pain, and grabbed several times.

He led Wujo Satoru through the corridor and the small playground, and entered the teaching building facing the school gate from the beginning.

The teaching building looked quiet on the outside, but after entering it, you could see a few scattered students.But the strange thing is that these students are very indifferent and numb.

They didn't have the vitality or rowdyness of middle school students at all, and they all stayed quietly in the classroom.When Gojo Satoru passed through the corridor, they raised their heads in unison, staring at Gojo Satoru with indifferent and lifeless eyes like dead fish.

Gojo Satoru didn't feel scared at all, and was even a little excited.If it wasn't for Mr. Kawata chattering in front of him, he really wanted to get close to the window glass and have a super close post with the group of students - I don't know if they would be startled and then show a super shocked expression?

After Kawata took Wujo Satoru to report, he took him around the office.

There are only seven teachers in the office, and with Gojo Satoru, there are eight. In short, it looks like a very shabby combination.After visiting the office, Kawata took Gojo Satoru directly to the classroom next door: "From today on, Mr. Gojo, you will be in charge of the Mandarin class of Class [-]."

"It just so happens that there is a Mandarin class in class [-] this afternoon. You can take it first and try it out. I would like to remind you in advance that the students in our school are all bastards and scum. You'd better not have too much contact with them during class." Get in touch, understand?"

Kawada's eyes were cold and his tone was serious.Gojo Wujo put his hands in the pockets of his coat in a dawdly manner: "Know-know-"

Kawata: "..."

"If you know it, go to class."

His tone was annoyed, probably dissatisfied with Gojo Satoru's attitude.But I don't know what Kawata was jealous of, but he forcibly held back his anger at Gojo Satoru, turned around and walked away with heavy steps.

Gojo Satoru took up the post and became a teacher for the first time in his life. No matter how he thought about it, he felt very novel.He imitated his teacher Ye Mozhengdao's usual way of entering the class, with his hands behind his back, and swaggered into the classroom.

The classroom is single row, and everyone does not have the same desk.Although the overall space is not large, it is not full, and there are many empty seats in the back row.

Before he had time to pretend to make a few nonsense declarations, his eyes locked on the girl in the first row leaning against the window—it was Oi Chuanyuejian.

Different from the sweet smile when we first met at the school gate, Oi Chuanyuejian who was sitting on the desk at this time had no expression, his expression could almost be called indifferent.

She propped her face with one hand on her side, looking out of the window in a daze, the hand that propped her face was wrapped with a bandage.Gojo Satoru remembered that when he met Ji Chuanyuejian at the school gate, Ji Chuanyuejian had no bandages on his hands.

It seems that he was indeed injured when he was pulled in the stairwell.

Wujo Wu put a smile on his face, raised his hand and patted it, and made a sound: "Students, please pay attention! My name is Wujo Wu. From today on, I will be your Mandarin teacher~"

"You can call me, Gojo-sensei~"

His voice was cheerful and loud, and the students in the classroom who were numb and dazed all looked up at him, their faces showing bewilderment—no, not so much bewilderment, but surprise.

It was as if a creature suddenly appeared in the flock that the other sheep could not understand.