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Yota Miyazaki, a second-year student at the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Conjuration, was dug out of the bed by that irresponsible bastard teacher one morning in early spring.

"Yo! The excellent Gojo-sensei is back~"

Greeting happily while pulling the students out.

"...Why are you in my room?!"

"Haha, the window wasn't closed, it was easy to get in."

...He actually laughed, who the hell is this!

Miyazaki hugged the quilt tightly, refusing to be pulled out by him: "I'm on vacation! I'm on vacation! Don't disturb other people's sleep, this is my rest time!"

"Young people, don't be lifeless~ Isn't it too wasteful to use such a good weather to sleep." Gojo Satoru raised his index finger and shook it, and said solemnly, "It is only meaningful to exorcise the curse spirit."

"No! I just want to sleep!"

Gojo Satoru sighed, and pretended to complain: "Really, when you become stronger, you start to disrespect your teacher. That's not okay."

...but you are not worthy of respect at all!

Miyazaki did not compromise at all: "Now I am studying with Mr. Nanami, even if I become stronger, it has nothing to do with you, teacher!"

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, and thoughtfully said: "So are you actually acting like a baby? Are you angry that I entrusted you to others before?"

Miyazaki Yota: "???"

Miyazaki Yota: "I didn't act like a baby!"

"Okay, okay, as my dear student, it's okay to act like a baby once in a while."

"-I told you I didn't!!"

In the end, he was pulled out by this unscrupulous teacher, and Miyazaki followed behind with an unhappy face, full of depression.

Gojo Satoru glanced back, clapped his hands to attract Miyazaki's attention: "Be happy, finally met the reliable Gojo teacher, don't you feel touched."

Miyazaki showed a pair of dead fish eyes: "Well, it's super touching."

Gojo Satoru: "But your expression doesn't say that."

Miyazaki lowered his head and kicked a stone on the ground: "Because it's not hard, and it's not like I didn't see it."

"Eh - when?"

"...It was last year, the office of the principal Noctua." Miyazaki Yota said, "Mr. Nanami went in to report on the task. When I was about to go back to the dormitory, I found that you were there, teacher."

Teacher Baimao pondered for a moment, and resolutely condemned: "Since you found out, you didn't take the initiative to say hello to the teacher, it's too much."

...?

A feeling of powerlessness surged up in an instant: "Teacher, it is very impolite to break into other people's conversation scene."

"Well, is it?"

"That's right. But the teacher can't understand it. If it were you, you might break in without hesitation."

Wutiao Wupin took a look at these words, and felt that something was wrong: "Well... I always feel that you are mocking me."

Miyazaki refused to admit it: "Absolutely not."

Teacher Wutiao snorted and laughed twice, and didn't pursue further. He casually walked in front with his hands in his pockets, his dazzling white hair fluttering in the wind.

Miyazaki Yota stepped slowly in the teacher's shadow, and suddenly remembered what happened a year ago.

Just two days after he found Mr. Wutiao in the principal's office, he was approved to participate in the second-level conjurer assessment. Before that, he had been suppressed and failed to pass the pre-examination examination.

At that time, he immediately understood that Teacher Wutiao had helped.

Although this stupid teacher suddenly disappeared and reappeared suddenly, and pushed him to other teachers, and he ran away all day on the grounds that he had more important things, Miyazaki was not really angry at all. Happiness is purely due to waking up.

Both Mr. Nanami and Mr. Haibara have mentioned that although Mr. Gojo still has a joking and unscrupulous appearance on the surface, something has quietly changed in the depths.

Speaking of it, Mr. Nanami also hopes that Mr. Gojo can grow up a little bit and become a respectable senior, instead of being so naive all day long.

but--

Miyazaki glanced at Gojo Satoru who could be happy by humming alone, and sighed helplessly.

Looking at it now, Mr. Nanami's hope is probably about to come to nothing.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru stopped in his tracks: "Youta wait here first."

……Um?

It was only then that Miyazaki Yota noticed that they had come to the teacher's dormitory area: "Teacher, did you forget something in the dormitory?"

"Yeah, girlfriend."

"……Really!?"

For more than a year, Miyazaki has often traveled with Jianren Nanami on business. He spent relatively little time at school, only about three or four days a month, but it took more than forty days to count.

However, he has never met a strange woman in school.So, the girlfriend living in the teacher's dormitory that the teacher said, could it be...

"Of course it's true." Gojo Gori said confidently.

Miyazaki is skeptical. After all, some people like to refer to paper figurines or pets as girlfriends.

Although he felt that his teacher should not belong to that group of people, he still hesitated and asked, "...are they real human beings?"

"..." The white-haired man turned his head slowly, "?"

The gust of wind hit his face, Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared in front of him, pinched his chin with two fingers, moved his face very close, pulled down the blindfold and exclaimed:

"I didn't expect Yota to ask such a terrible question. Are you very experienced? Have you bought it?"

What?buy what?

Miyazaki didn't react all of a sudden, he was stunned for a while, and when he met Gojo Satoru's teasing eyes, he understood instantly, and his face flushed immediately.

"...No! I didn't mean that! And this is not a topic that can be discussed with underage students!"

"What, didn't you understand this right away?" Gojo Satoru patted the student on the shoulder, and smiled inexplicably, "The current male high school students..."

Then, ignoring Miyazaki's crazy eyes, he turned around leisurely and walked towards the door of the dormitory.

Damn, this immoral teacher——!If one day he decides to leave the magic world to become a curse master, he will definitely have something to do with this stupid teacher!

Miyazaki Yota squatted under the tree indignantly.

Suddenly, the sound of windows opening came from the dormitory building, and Miyazaki looked up subconsciously, his pupils dilated suddenly.

——Someone jumped directly from upstairs!

That person stepped on the window sills of each floor and fell rapidly, and stood firmly on the ground in two seconds, and Teacher Wutiao appeared beside her in the next second.

"You always like to jump off like this."

The woman who jumped down smoothed her long hair that was blown by the wind, raised her face and looked at Teacher Wutiao, her dark brown eyes were like amber in the sun: "Because it's very convenient..."

This looks so familiar...

Miyazaki searched carefully in his memory, and suddenly remembered the mobile phone photo Mr. Gojo had shown him, the girl in it!

——It turned out to be a real girlfriend! ?

Then he saw a shocking scene.

Teacher Wutiao naturally raised her hand to draw out her tangled hair, and seemed to smile, "It's messed up here too."

The girl also deliberately turned her head in his direction, not worried at all about Wutiao's messing around in her hair.

……

The scary thing is, he really didn't mess around!

Miyazaki: "...?" Who are you? ?

Before his shock was over, Mr. Wutiao waved his hand at him in a good mood and said, "Look! It's true!"

...Oh, sure enough, you are still an idiot teacher.

Miyazaki:"……"

Miyazaki: "Hi, I'm Yota Miyazaki, a second-year student."

The girl looked over and said, "Hi, I'm Anna."

"Okay, the self-introduction is over!" Teacher Wutiao suddenly leaned his head over and said plausibly, "Let's go now, today's task is very important!"

Miyazaki's face was numb: "Why did I just find out about this so-called 'very important task' this morning?"

"Well—don't worry about these details~"

The important task Gojo Satoru said was a curse caused by jealousy in a private high school on the outskirts of the city. Fortunately, today was a holiday, so no panic or casualties were caused.

There are no "windows" to squat around, and there are no auxiliary supervisors. Even the tents are set by Miyazaki Yota himself.

No matter how you look at it, it's just an ordinary task.

Suspiciously, he entered the teaching building alone, and was startled by a first-level curse spirit that suddenly appeared.

...Why is it a first-level curse spirit! !

The corridor is too narrow, not suitable for his fighting style, and it is easy to destroy a large area of ​​the building, so he plans to go around to an open place to deal with it.

Miyazaki hurried to the corner of the corridor, clenched his palms into fists, and when the curse spirit came after him, he punched it in the face!

wow-

The glass shattered, accompanied by the angry cry of the curse spirit.

Low-level curse spirits of different sizes popped up around him, rushing towards him like ants.

The curse spirit who was hit hard in the face suddenly accelerated, and rushed straight at Miyazaki, wrapping his twisted limbs around his body and locking them tightly.

Click click.

Miyazaki's body gradually stiffened and petrified, shattered into powder and scattered in the air.

And his main body has already quickly ran to the rooftop, and he untied the knife-type magic tool on his back: "It's really... I hate fighting in narrow places."

The curse spirit quickly followed the scent and let out a strange howl. Miyazaki waved his hands, and the long knife hit the ground straight.

"It's too ugly, please learn vocal music hard."

Standing up from the ground, he slashed down with a knife.

……

When Miyazaki came out of the school covered in dust and mud, he saw Mr. Gojo leaning against the house across the street, holding a bag of desserts in his hand. It was a very famous shop nearby.

...and even went shopping!

Miyazaki took a deep breath, walked towards Gojo Satoru with a murderous look in his hand, and vowed to chop him down today.

"Teacher Wutiao—" he said through gritted teeth, "Excuse me—why is there a first-level curse spirit in this school?"

Gojo Satoru scratched his temples and said innocently, "Because the energy of the curse has reached the first level."

"...Teacher, have you forgotten that I am only a second-level conjurer?"

"But Qihai said that you have already reached the first level." Gojo Satoru's tone was even more innocent, as if to blame Qihai, not him.

Miyazaki was powerless for a moment: "That should also tell me that it is a first-level curse spirit. I was not mentally prepared at all, and I was taken aback."

"Haha, you don't need to be mentally prepared for a first-level spell spirit."

Miyazaki remained expressionless, "Only you don't need it."

After a pause, he asked again: "So today I was specially tested with a level-[-] spell spirit, and will I start taking level-[-] tasks in the future? You won't let me do a level-[-] job to get a level-[-] salary. "

"This is your upgrade test. You have passed it. From today onwards, you are a first-class magician."

"...What?" Miyazaki was so shocked that his face changed, "Why do I have no idea about such an important matter!"

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Didn't I say that?"

"Not at all! Be more reliable!"

"Don't worry, I'm watching from the outside, nothing will go wrong~"

"You obviously went to buy desserts!" Miyazaki complained, and then asked, "Is it okay for you to come to assess me, teacher? Is there no one to stop you?"

"Haha, I stopped it. It was recommended by Qihai. It stands to reason that you should find someone who has nothing to do with you as the examiner."

Gojo Satoru put one hand on the back of his neck, and said in an arrogant tone, "But who told me to be unreasonable-so I did it."

Miyazaki was shocked and said, "This, so..."

Then he looked around, "Where is Miss Anna?"

"There." Gojo Satoru pointed in a direction.

Miyazaki looked over and found that she was sitting cross-legged on the shore of the artificial lake, staring at the lake without moving.

He was a little curious: "What is this doing?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, and suddenly put the dessert paper bag into Miyazaki's hand: "Well, hold it for me."

Then walked towards her.

...?what happened?

Miyazaki didn't find anything wrong, and simply stood there to see what they were going to do, and then the doubt on his face gradually turned into calm, his heart was calm, and he didn't want to say anything.

Teacher Wutiao knelt down in front of her and asked something in a low voice. Miss Anna shook her head, turned around and leaned into the teacher's arms.

………All right.lovers.

He thought about it seriously, and felt that there was no need for him to wait here, so he silently put the dessert paper bag on the clean steps, and left with the spell on his back.

……

"What's wrong?" Gojo Satoru asked me in a low voice.

I shook my head, retracted my hand hanging on the water, and was stunned for a few seconds, then turned around and leaned into his arms.

The familiar sweetness immediately wrapped me up, and the sadness that was originally only a little bit suddenly expanded a little bit.

Like a child who accidentally falls.

If there is no one to comfort him, he will soon be able to stand up firmly by patting his knees.But if someone you trust is by your side, you can't help but say that you are in pain.

"Gojo Satoru, I'm so sad."

Although I have decided to let go of the past and move forward, occasionally, when I see something that touches the memory in my heart, I will feel depressed subconsciously.

"In the hot and humid jungle on the coastline of the Hunter Continent, a transparent fish lives. If any life touches the water, they will release neurotoxins through their snouts, and they will be brain dead after five seconds."

"I touched it out of curiosity before, but An grabbed my foot and dragged me back."

The koi in the artificial lake just now touched my finger lightly with its snout, the touch is very similar to those monsters.

Gojo Satoru put his hands on the top of my hair, his eyelashes drooped, and he rubbed my hair in a random way: "You're so courageous—how does it feel to touch?"

I recalled it, and said softly: "Its snout is cold, and it will itch a little after touching it..."

"Like this?" He suddenly lowered his head, and touched my face very lightly, the soft touch disappeared in a flash, "Well—no, if it's too light, it doesn't seem to feel much."

Then he approached again, and pressed his warm breath against the side of my face, this time with a slightly heavier force than before.

Like an insatiable brat, treat it like a game, and finally say to me with gusto, "Come on, now it's your turn to be the fish."

"……Um?"

In the end, I played the game of being a fish for a few minutes for no reason, and I felt that I was not a fish at all, I should be a fish, and my waist hurt from being strangled by his arm.

I stretched out my hand to hold his face, and pushed back: "I won't play anymore... Hurry up!"

"Hey - so stingy." Wujo Gou muttered, breathing on my palm, bringing a slight tingling feeling.

I pretended not to hear, and retracted my hand to look around, but I didn't see his students, only a paper bag was placed on the steps in the distance.

"Your students seem to be missing."

"Yeah, I left just now." Gojo Satoru took off his blindfold and replaced it with sunglasses, "Maybe I'm tired, but I haven't exercised enough."

Then he led me in a certain direction: "There is a new Wagyu yakiniku restaurant near here. The reviews are very good. Go try it."

"—By the way, there are also Shancha's desserts, I have bought them."

This is my favorite dessert, I blinked and became a little happier, showing a smile: "Yeah."

"I went to buy it specially, why don't you give me a reward." He looked down at me, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips, "Just a little - just give me a kiss."

I put my fingers against the lower eyelid, pressed the flesh of my face, and gently pulled it down, making a grimace: "Slightly."

The hand that was holding me tightened, Gojo Satoru bent down, his breath gradually approached, and he smiled lazily at me: "Make this expression—"

"Are you hinting at me?"

Turned over.

The early spring wind, soft but also a little chilly, gently swept over the back of my neck, which was chilly, and was soon covered by the heat of Goto Satoru's fingers.

I clenched his clothes tightly with the other hand, exerting a slight force, as if I was holding his scent in my hand.

"... Gojo Satoru."

"Ok?"

I motioned him to look down at my hand, and bent his eyes at him: "Look, I've got you."

The sun was shining brightly, and the fine spring light sifted through the shadows of the trees, which made his delicate and sharp facial features seem to soften.

The sunglasses that were originally on the bridge of the nose inadvertently slipped down to the tip of the nose, revealing the pair of sparkling blue gemstones.

He slowly straightened his waist, his long pure white eyelashes moved, casting a fan-shaped shadow lightly under his eyes.

Suddenly, the wind gently brushed past his ears, bringing his voice.

"—Didn't you catch it a long time ago?"

The author has something to say: Originally, Miyazaki should have asked "Is this a real person?" Since a certain mantra also had this name, I had to add a few more words...