Is the most powerful spell being taught by my brother-in-law to be a man today?

"White hair, black eyepatch, white...eyepatch..." the group of friends murmured and hid in the alley near the dessert shop, staring at the passers-by.

"If I knew it earlier, I would have asked Hoshino-chan if she had any photos..."

"I asked last time, but I didn't take a picture." Tu Jian buried his hands.

"By the way, Nozaki-kun, did you take the picture of Mikoko?" Sakura Chiyo secretly lowered her voice.

"...Hmm." Anyway, it's good material for comics...

"nice!"

The short girlfriend happily slapped her boyfriend on the waist, and it was considered a high five.

"...What are you talking about?" The victim, Yu Mou, grabbed the hem of her skirt desperately like a thief, secretly raised her head and forgot to glance at the whispering friends, and then quickly lowered her head in an attempt to avoid the eyes of passers-by. Issue soul questioning.

Unable to wait for a reply, he cried again, sincerely: "You, stop chatting, and see if anyone is here, my legs are really cold...Xiao Bu...Is this skirt torn somewhere? There seems to be air leaking underneath QAQ”

And he always feels that everyone is looking at him with strange eyes

Tu Jianbu heard the words, and when he was looking for someone, he casually patted the other person's dog's head lovingly, and said perfunctorily, "No, no, it's a new one, and the quality is excellent!"

"Really?" Doubtful.

"Really!" Sakura Chiyo came over to chime in.

[I really can't help you, so let me help you. ] The superpowers in the distance were dissatisfied with their dawdling, and used mind control with a blank face.

Therefore, Nozaki Umetaro, the only one who still had a trace of humanity on the scene, out of humanistic concern, took advantage of his height, and quickly scanned the crowd, searching for the mission target, suddenly: "Ah, that...is it...?"

He hesitated and tugged on his girlfriend's sleeve, pulled her back, and pointed to the opposite side of the alleyway.

"White hair... blindfold... Hey, there is no blindfold, is it really him?" Sakura Chiyo narrowed her eyes and looked from a distance, uncertain.

Buried in Doma leaned over: "But there are sunglasses, uh...it looks like the kind worn by an erhu player in Chinatown."

After discussing a few sentences, several people looked down at the time, and it seemed that it was about the same time. Finally, they compared Nozaki Umetaro and the other party horizontally.

...It seems to be about the same height. There should not be many 190 players in Japan, so don't worry!

The two girls looked at each other and pulled the boy in women's clothing who was still behind him out of the situation.

"The target appears! Miko-chan!"

"!!!" Obviously he was about to go out to face the crowd, but the boy in women's clothing felt a strange sense of relief in his heart, as if the sword of Damocles hanging above his head was about to fall at last, and Mikoto Shibashikoto was helpless Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

Gojo Satoru, who was a few steps away from the dessert shop, keenly sensed something was wrong.

The originally brisk white-haired young man stopped slowly. He stood in the middle of the street, surrounded by the bustling crowds. His eyelashes hidden under the sunglasses drooped, and he pressed the corners of his mouth impatiently. He thought—ah, curse The breath of the spirit, could it be that annoying curse master who was hired to assassinate him?

It's a rare day off, a date I'm looking forward to, so don't be disturbed by these guys who are weaker than bugs.

Teacher Wutiao raised his sunglasses, his smile gradually faded, revealing his blue pupils which were gradually getting colder.

He was exasperated.

Shark you within 1 minute.

...No, it's better for 1 second. Before Miss Saiki comes, I will arrange my hairstyle so that it won't be messed up by the wind.

he thought again.

However, things don't seem to be quite the same as Mr. Wujo expected.

An ordinary red-haired woman (?) who had no spell power came over staggeringly, her high heels twisted and twisted, and she was about to touch porcelain.

Gojo Satoru frowned, and turned slightly to avoid it.

It's a pity that before the person had time to bump into him, he bent forward in a frustrated posture and lay down in front of Teacher Wutiao.

"Wow...!" The crowd was in an uproar.

Wutiao Wu, who was facing the scene of Pengci, paused, his sunglasses slipped slightly along his nose bone, and before the cold killing intent in his eyes could be completely subdued, he slowly asked an inexplicable question mark: "...?"

What's this new pickup pose?

"It's over, Miko-chan seems to have failed..." Not far away, Sakura Chiyo was disappointed.

"The other party was trying to avoid it just now, so he's a decent person...? Probably?" Tu Jianbu said uncertainly.

"...In short, let's rescue Mikoshiba first... It seems that he is going to die." The last conscience Nozaki Umetaro silently reminded.

It seemed that he had finally heard the mournful call from the depths of Miko Chai Shiqin's heart at this moment, and several friends rushed out with great companionship and love, and rescued the boy in women's clothing who was in dire straits.

"Ah... I'm sorry, my companion drank too much, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Several people smiled dryly and set up their companions, bowed, turned around and quickly slipped away.

"..."

【…】

[Sure enough, I can't expect too much from you. ] The superpower stood up silently.

Soon, JK with pink short hair and glasses uniform came out of the dessert shop.

[Don't get me wrong, I'm not a femme fatale, just in case I fail, it's just a preparation in advance. 】

The superpower was expressionless, and while approaching the target, he justified his femininity in his heart.

[Judging from the other party’s intermittent heartfelt voice like a radio station with a bad signal, it may not be a fuel-efficient lamp, and it may be more difficult to deal with than that guy in the hall. I am right to be cautious. 】

He finally approached behind the white-haired young man who was walking to a less crowded place at this time, holding the weapon in his arm and raising it high.

As the goal approached, vague keywords caused doubts to flash across the superpower's mind.

[Curse spirit...?what?Older secondary illness? 】

but……

Seeing that the weapon was about to fall, the superhuman's cold eyes lowered slightly.

[...It doesn't matter, no matter what, goodbye.Mr. Gojo Satoru. 】

"boom--!"

"I've been thinking since just now, as a curse master, your spell power is too weak, right?"

Allowing the opponent's weapon to approach him, Gojo Satoru smiled slightly angrily, said while slowly turning around.

In the widened pupils of the other party in shock, he raised his hand to hold the arm that was only a few centimeters away from him, smiled, and pulled it away forcefully.

then.

"what……"

【…】

Wujo Wujo's wanton mocking arc froze slightly, and he looked at the bright yellow semi-circular object in the opponent's hand, no matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary banana.

"Xiang, banana?"

The psychic who planned to use a banana-shaped weapon to completely erase the opponent's memory of his sister took 10 seconds to digest the fact that he had overturned the car, and said with a blank expression:

[Yes, bananas. 】

Gojo Satoru calmed down for three seconds, then looked at the person, only to see a low-level curse spirit with its teeth and claws on the person's shoulder.

Oops, seems to have made a mistake.

"Ahh..." Recalling the speech that exposed the curse master, and then thinking about the boring warnings from the old men above, Mr. Wutiao had a bad heart, put down the opponent swiftly, and waved the unpleasant curse on the opponent's shoulder. Lingpai died, vented his depression, and started to strike first.

"My little friend, why are you hitting me with a banana?"

【…】As the curse spirit on his shoulder was slapped to death by the opponent, Saiki Kusuo frowned, finally realizing that something was wrong with him these days.

Not to mention that false memories will be filled in after the amnesiac is eliminated, which is uncontrollable at all, but he chose this method that is likely to make his sister sad.In other words, when he was stopped by the other party before, there was a real killing intent flashed at that moment, which was definitely not his original intention.

Reminiscent of Qi Mukongsuke's inexplicable exclamation and the time when something went wrong a few days ago, the eyes under the lens of the superpower became more and more condensed, and the anger gradually fermented in the bottom of his heart, and he quickly locked on the target.

Very good, Saiki Sorasuke.

Feeling his own emotions, convinced that the influence has not been completely eliminated, the superpower almost laughed angrily.

Looking at it this way, I am afraid there is Dazai Osamu.

"I said, kid?"

Gojo Gojo, who was ignored, shook his hand, trying to get the opponent's attention.

[…] Being called back a little bit of attention, the superpower full of anger looked at the cause of the incident in front of him, the culprit to a certain extent, which became more and more distasteful, he sneered, casually said indifferently.

[I think you look like my brother's scumbag ex-boyfriend who cheated on [-] boats, you were the one who hit you. 】

"...???" Tianxiang cauldron was stunned by the gay Wutiao teacher.

However, without giving him a chance to speak, the God of Two-dimensional, who was so angry that he almost lost his mind, raised his eyelids and threw the guy who he couldn't meet in front of him into the Antarctic Circle in an equivalent exchange.

Looking at the ice and meteorite fragments that fell to the ground as the man disappeared, they were still under the influence of supernatural powers. Before, even because of the negative emotions brought about by supernatural powers, the two-dimensional god of the curse spirit was even born I thought indifferently.

[Since I was still thinking of teleporting home to get a present to please my sister, why not teleport back from Antarctica first.Ah. 】

???

Gojo Satoru, who was suddenly thrown into the penguin pile, was shocked—where did he find that the spell of the curser was teleportation? ? ?

He looked around, moved a bit to make way for the swaying baby penguin next to him, and then twitched the corners of his mouth, showing a troubled expression.

This is terrible, teleporting back from here requires a pre-calculated route, which is not a workload that can be completed in a short time...

Teacher Wutiao, who had been gnashing his teeth for a long time, lost his usual relaxed smile. He took off his sunglasses, took out his mobile phone with no signal at all, and checked the time.

well.

Wujo Wujo laughed back in anger, and he gave Bingyang a vicious gesture of the middle finger.

How dare you interrupt his date, no matter who it is, the next time you see him, the ashes will be thrown away within three seconds.