Big guys are my vests

Tokyo Independent High School.

"I have to admit that before I met Wuqian, I always thought he was the type of a young master." Xia Youjie joked while standing in the shadow of the green tree during the gymnastics training class, wrapping a protective bandage around his hand.

Not far away, the person he was talking about was developing a new technique under the scorching sun.

"Secondary." Jia Ruozi stood beside Xia Youjie with his chest crossed, and nodded, "I guessed correctly that the eyes are higher than the top, but I didn't expect it to be hung up hard."

"It really doesn't leave a way for people to survive." Xia Youjie sighed without sincerity.

People who are more talented than you work harder than you.

"Hey, you two, can you pretend that I can't hear you when you speak ill of people behind your back?" Gojo Satoru said dissatisfiedly as he walked over sweating.

The sensitive sense of the six eyes allowed him to hear the "arrangement" of the two clearly.

If it wasn't for a bastard who was seriously injured and vomited blood and could easily suppress him, he couldn't be bothered to study the spell.

In his barren research career of spells, isn't the spell something he mastered in a flash of inspiration?

Who knew that it would be quite strenuous to delve into it.

"What kind of technique deserves our genius to study for so long?" Xia Youjie glanced at him and continued to adjust the position of the bandage.

"Tsk, we haven't gotten to know this well yet." Gojo Satoru replied.

Primary school students quarreled, and it was no surprise that the family entered the nitrous.

She looked in the direction of the office building and said curiously, "Teacher is so slow today. There is only one minute left for class. You must be late."

"Unfortunately, today's class has been changed." Tsukimi Riko suddenly appeared in the middle of the training ground and announced with folded arms.

Before he appeared, the three of them didn't notice any stranger's aura, and the almost intrusive way of appearance attracted a few vigilant eyes to Tsukimi Ritsu.

Xia Youjie and Jia Ruozi unconsciously put on a defensive posture.

They noticed that Gojo Satoru in the front right was particularly excited, and his high fighting spirit affected the two of them from a long distance away.

Hello, what's the matter with him?

Jia Ruozi asked Xia Youjie with his eyes, she couldn't understand that Gojo Wu suddenly looked like a cat smelling fish, and his hair exploded all over his body.

She was so chilled by her own imagination that she couldn't help shivering.

Even though his face is covered with a mask, he always feels like Satoru.

"His technique...is the teleportation that Wu studied." Xia Youjie silently indicated with his lips.

Jia Ruozi rolled his eyes secretly, so you don't know what that guy is researching.

"Finally I'm willing to show up, Patriarch—" Gojo Gojo pointed out Mingyue Jian Ritou's identity in a long tone, "The fox mask is so stupid, I will never wear such a thing."

Xia Youjie twitched the corner of his mouth, he didn't understand, what kind of mask a stranger wears has anything to do with Gojo Wu's wishes?

The two of them didn't look like they had a close personal relationship, but they were full of gunpowder.

"Is it ugly? I think it's good. Showing up directly will bring you trouble, right? I'm not an inconsiderate adult." Tsukimi Ritsushi shrugged, "It's time for physical training, let's go together. I don't like the mask If you touch it, I'll take it off, and you win."

"This is the first time I've seen someone more arrogant than Wu." Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes.

Even Jia Ruzi moved his wrists and prepared to go on stage, "I said, everyone with the surname Wutiao has this sewer personality, right? What is it, a family inheritance?"

On the field, Gojo Satoru directly took off his glasses, examined for a long time and couldn't tell whether his injury had improved or not. The man hid his situation tightly.

Xia Youjie came out from the shadows, passed Wutiao Wu and gave him a sideways glance, "It's him?"

The one you're trying to catch up with.

Gojo Satoru knocked off his hand, snorted lightly, and didn't deny it.

"Don't think I'm calling you a teacher, a guy without a license."

When Yuejian Risu heard the words, a smile appeared under the mask.

It's as if you will obediently hold a certificate to work in the future.He secretly said.

"Where's the original combat teacher?" A thin layer of mask couldn't block the sight of Six Eyes, Gojo Gojo loosened his shoulders, and asked one last question before attacking.

"I don't know, it's really...heh." Tsukimi Ritsushi blocked Gojo Satoru's offensive with indifference.

The waist twisted into an incredible arc, and he was able to handle the attacks of the two with ease.

Using his strength to clasp Xia Youjie's shoulder, before throwing him away with his backhand, Yuejian Risu whispered in his ear, "Spell magic? It's a good technique."

He obviously didn't use any spells, how could he...

In an instant, Xia Youjie's alert value was raised to the highest level, and his eyes darkened.

"Is there still a trash talk session before the game?" Gojo Satoru stood between the two parties, and suddenly felt the same for his usual style.

He turned his head and exchanged glances with the two of them, and the three of them met the electric wave in an instant.

No matter what, give the other party a little color first.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

Most of the class was over, and Jiaxin Nizi had already exhausted her physical strength, and she was not a combatant anyway.

Gojo Satoru bent over, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead one by one.Xia Youjie was not much better, panting heavily, trying to adjust his breathing.

No one can beat the man in front of him with physical skills alone, and the man's tricks don't match up with all the tricks they have seen.

Completely abandon the defensive offensive style of play, and move to the vital point.A man doesn't need any thinking and reaction time, fighting has become his instinct.

For the first time, Xia Youjie knew that a murderous aura that was sharp to a certain extent would interfere with the five senses.

A few people didn't seem to be practicing, but in the Colosseum, they were faced with the dilemma of dying if they could not win.

They fought for a long time without even touching the ends of the man's hair, but Tsukimi Ritsu controlled every move with precision, and no one was hurt at all.

"I forgot to mention that I will be in charge of the actual combat lessons in the future, including going out to lead the team." Tsukimi Ritou clapped his hands, startling a crowd of birds, "How about it, I'm very surprised."

"Not really." Sitting under the tree, Jiarui Nigzi had a new understanding of Tsukimi Ritsu's bad temper.

"The owner is so free?"

Gojo Satoru leaned against a tree and observed him.

"It's even better if you're willing to take over." Tsukimi Ritsu shrugged.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "Forget it."

With the opponent at the front, the old stubbornness of the Wutiao family, and the sight of the outside world's overt and secret inquiries have rapidly decreased, and they have all shifted to the opponent.

Without the annoying buzzing bugs, Gojo Gojo is happy to be at ease.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Tsukimi Riko stretched his waist, "Next Tuesday, the practical course will be in Yokohama, and leave is prohibited."

"See you then, get out of class is over." Tsukimi Risu snapped his fingers and disappeared in place, leaving only an afterimage.

Xia Youjie rubbed his chin, thoughtfully, "The technique fits your style very well, no wonder..."

In the office, Noctuma Zhengdao shook the hand that poked the wool felt, and he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, when he looked up, the little ancestor's great ancestor was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Tsukimi Riko took off the mask and threw it on the table casually.

Rao Ye Mozheng had seen his face before, so he still froze for a moment.

A few days ago, when the two met for the first time, it was Yuejian Risu who took the initiative to find him.

At first hearing the visit of the "Patriarch Wutiao", Ye Mo Zhengdao thought why Gao Zhuan had neglected Wutiao Wu.

Unexpectedly, Yuejian Risu walked in with a shelf, and when the door was closed, he lost his shape, slumped on the sofa, and said in a familiar tone: "You are much younger, old—teacher—"

All vigilance and precautions have disappeared, this familiar and beating feeling... the corners of Noctuma Zhengdao's mouth twitched.

The young moth couldn't hide his expression very well, and Yue Jian Li Su was overjoyed at the first sight.

He jumped up from the sofa, tut-tucked around the night moth path twice, and took off the five all-black masks with the characteristics of the family.

Sure enough, Ye Mo Zhengdao's eyes widened, "Wujo Wu..."

No matter how many times I watched it, I found it very interesting, Tsukimi Rito nodded in response.

"I've already explained the purpose of the origin many times, so I'll save this nonsense between me and the teacher."

Tsukimi Risu patted him on the shoulder, and those who didn't know it thought the two were old friends for many years, not strangers who met for the first time.

"..." Ye Mozheng closed his eyes on the right path, he couldn't be wrong, this kind of classic style of going his own way.

His state of mind was that of the future Noctuid Headmaster for a split second.

Wiping his face in his heart, he accepted the reality: "You say."

"I'm the first-year practical class teacher and the team leader." Tsukimi Ritsu said.

He used the Wujo family's relationship to get through the cumbersome procedures.

On the other hand, the high-level executives deliberately observed this powerful person who turned out to be born in the sky, and gave the green light all the way.

It's just a position, it doesn't matter.

"Ah, I forgot to mention, including the fact that I am Gojo Satoru, you are the third to know."

Ye Mozheng saw that his blue pupils were shining brightly, and his index finger pressed his lips lightly, making a "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

Well, I realized that I have already boarded Yue Jian Ritou's thief ship.

In just a few minutes of communication, Noctua Moth's righteous mentality has been qualitatively sublimated.

It's just the second Six Eyes, and it's just that there are ghosts in the top management. If you think about the good, at least you will be promoted to the principal in the future.

Breaking away from the memory, Ye Mozheng heard him say: "This mission has changed."

"What's going on?" Noctua's expression immediately became serious. It's about the students, and he cares most about it.

"Don't be nervous, just to say hello to you in advance. I'm here. They'll be fine." Tsukimi Riku rolled his eyes.

As for who caused the accident, he couldn't guarantee it.

Ye Mozheng heard it and felt relieved.

Tsukimi Ritou had a detailed exchange with Noctua about his situation, and he knew that with Tsukimi Ritou's height, there was basically no one in the magic world who could pose a threat.

Because of this, there is no effective means to alleviate the other party's injury, and they can only rely on Tsukimi Ritsuto to recover slowly by himself.

He surrendered [-] points of trust, and the night moth Zhengdao could naturally feel it.

However, since knowing that Yue Jian Risu is his student, even though the age difference between the two is not too big, they can be regarded as the same generation, Ye Moth can't help but take him as a junior caretaker.

"Don't worry too much about them, it won't be too late to plan after your injury recovers." He looked faintly worried.

Noctua vaguely knew about Tsukimi Ritsu's plan, even though he hid part of it and didn't tell him, he could see that the other party didn't care about his body at all.

"They don't know about your situation?" Ye Mo Zhengdao felt a little tired after seeing him relax, guessing that he didn't say anything.

"Hmm..." Tsukimi Ritsu replied vaguely, "Wujo Satoru" was cut too hard, it was not easy to monitor the balance in the body all the time, and the movement was a bit beyond the limit.

Around Noctuma Zhengdao is one of the few places where he can relax.

He yawned, grabbed a pillow and curled up on the sofa, feeling sleepy.

"Call me..."

In the opposite corridor, Gojo Satoru stared blankly at the office covered by the curtains, and unconsciously clenched his hanging hands.