Ordinary Living Qualification Certificate

The powerful curse spirit remaining on the street clearly marks the direction where Yi Gu Youta left.

Obviously, if Yi Guyoutai didn't escape spontaneously, then there was something wrong with the special magic spirit on him.

"It's really..." The first grader who stayed there frowned, took out his mobile phone and quickly dialed the number of that annoying person not long ago, "Everything makes trouble for people!"

"Moses, Moses... This is Wujo Wu, the spicy teacher, please leave a message after the 'ding', but whether you will hear it or not depends on my mood—"

Zenyuan Maki was expressionless: "Yi Gu Youta's curse spirit is out of control."

As she spoke, she ran towards the direction where the spell was tainted.

The speed was very fast, and the wind was blowing, raising the broken hair on her forehead.The howling wind almost crushed Zenyuan Maki's voice, making the language on the other end of the phone even more blurred.

"On XX street..." Zenyuan Maki said quickly, "I can feel very strong mana fluctuations."

"I'm following Yi Gu now, as the homeroom teacher..." She gritted her teeth, "You are useful anyway?!"

"Got it—"

The spicy teacher on the other end of the phone said softly, "Don't get too close."

Zenin Maki: "Of course I know about this kind of thing——"

"If the only girl in the first grade is gone, they will cry, they will definitely cry—"

Maki: "..."

Next time, try to see if you can assassinate Gojo Satoru.

She hung up the phone blankly.

It doesn't matter if he can't be beaten, it's nothing else, his mouth is too much to be beaten.

-

Sitting on a chair in the dessert shop, the leader of the Panxing Sect with messy hair smiled and looked at his close friend opposite, with a pitiful tone: "Have you been hated?"

Gojo Gojo replied in seconds: "Absolutely impossible!"

"I'm definitely hated..." Xia Youjie slowly dug out a small piece of whipped cream and put it in his mouth, "I hung up the phone in no time."

"Little Maki is worried about her classmates." Gojo Satoru carelessly moved the rest of the cake in front of him, "Teacher, I can completely understand!"

"That'smine."

"Don't you like to eat it?" The white-haired dessert lover quickly inserted a fork into the cake and wiped off half of it in one bite. "I'm here to help you—"

Xia Youjie: "You're getting thicker, Wu."

After a while, Xia Youjie finally couldn't hold back seeing that the white-haired teacher on the opposite side still didn't move, and even tried to order something after killing a whole piece of cake.

"May I ask..." He showed a classic smirk, "Are you the head teacher of the first grade of the junior high school?"

Gojo Satoru sipped the cake: "Huh?"

Xia Youjie: "Fortunately, I didn't become a teacher in the college..." He pitied, "It's so miserable to be your student."

"This is a proper way to train the students—" the big white cat said in a good mood, "I can't always be by my side as a teacher. Sooner or later, the students will have to be alone."

Xia Youjie gave him a helpless look, and finally swallowed the phrase 'lazy is lazy and especially good at making excuses'.

"However, Yigu Youtai?" He narrowed his eyes and thought about it, "The one with the special magic spirit?"

Gojo Satoru sat up instantly.

"Jay—"

Xia Youjie: "Why are you so excited?"

He said casually: "I'm not ready to lay hands on a child."

"Nanako and Mimiko request the floor." Gojo Satoru raised his hand.

Xia Youjie: "That's different."

"Since you're here, Gaozhuan can't do anything to that child." Xia Youjie glanced at the wall clock in the shop, 10 minutes had passed, "Let's go?"

Bai Mao's best friend was dissatisfied: "You chased me away so quickly, Jie, don't you love Wu Wuzi, huh—"

Xia Youjie stuffed the remaining big blessing into his mouth, and smiled ferociously: "Shut up! Mouth! Go!"

Why has this guy become more and more out of tune after becoming a teacher... I really feel sorry for Mr. Ye Moth.

At this time, Xia Youjie had already forgotten how in high school, the duo of high school problem students including himself consumed most of the hair of his diligent class teacher Noctua Zhengdao.

Gojo Satoru with Daifuku stuffed in his mouth was chewing happily.

Until a huge wave of spell power came from somewhere.

Xia Youjie: "!"

He stood up abruptly, looking solemnly at the direction where the movement came from.

The people in the store panicked and ran around because of the huge shock, and no one knew what happened.

Only he and Gojo Satoru looked at the black mist in the distance, invisible to ordinary people.

"It's Yuta's mantra..." Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes.

Otoko Yuta himself is not yet able to freely retract and release his spell power, and his main spell power is concentrated on Kimoto Rika, the super-level grievance curse spirit.

With such a powerful and reckless power, apart from Qimoto Lixiang, the curse spirits in Tokyo do not have this kind of strength.

This was also what Wujo Satoru realized for the first time.

But compared to Gojo Satoru caring about his students, what Xia Youjie felt more intuitively was another familiar breath of mantra.

Five, article, enlightenment.

It was the filth of mana that belonged to his dear friend standing by his side now.

But—how is this possible? !

And in the next second, Gojo Satoru also felt something.He restrained his smile.

"It seems that your guess was wrong."

He stood up, his slender and tall figure seemed out of place in the crowd of cowering customers.

Gojo Satoru looked into the distance, and said slowly: "That 'I' doesn't look like it has 'no magic power'."

-

Time goes back to 15 minutes ago.

The moment Chuantange landed on the ground, he realized something was wrong.The tactile sensation under his feet was different, and there was a certain distance in the drop, which made Kawada fall forward inadvertently.

Hitting his head hard on a soft object, Chuan Tiange's head was fine, but he heard the sound of screaming halfway.

He rubbed his head and looked up.

A black-haired boy with 'soul gone to the west' fell to the ground, clutching his stomach and twitching constantly.

Kawatage: "..."

Good guy, SSR is worthy of being an SSR, this level of hammer can actually make a good young man suffer so much!

He thought about bumping into someone, so he should help the hapless bastard, but before he stretched out his hand, he saw a huge... monster rising from behind the hapless bastard?

Lixiang, the spirit of resentment and curse: "Hurting Yuta—death—"

Chuan Tiange: "??"

The good acting spirit kept him from distorting his face, but it also made him stunned for a moment.

So, is this the curse spirit?

Kawadaga raised his hand uncertainly.

The curse spirit should be exorcised, right?

Kawadaga, who was trying to remember the exam, revealed a mask of pain.

Wait, did he forget something?

Kawada Ge: I am an ordinary person now!Although it has magic power, it must not be tough!Besides, with such a powerful curse spirit, as an ordinary person, I should run away!

So this guy, this guy with the [SSR Gojo Satoru] character card, turned around and ran away as a matter of course.

So Qimoto Lixiang also ran after him as a matter of course.

Bone Yutai: "..."

"Rika!"

The unlucky guy who came back to his senses yelled in panic.Mr. Wujo had warned him not to let Lixiang out at will, but now...

In a panic, he glanced in the direction of the convenience store, gritted his teeth, and followed Li Xiang's footsteps.

-

Satoshi ran too fast.

Yi Guyou followed her too far away, panting heavily.

He doggedly chased Li Xiang for three streets.

Chased from the main road to the small road.

I don't know why, although Lixiang would stop because of his shout, she still pursued persistently.Yigu Youtai couldn't help but wonder which unlucky guy Lixiang was chasing after.

Oh, it was the unlucky guy who almost knocked him into Santuchuan.

Yi Gu Youtai gasped like a bellows, and staggered behind them: "Li, Lixiang..."

Don't run away, don't run away, if you continue to run, it won't be that guy who will die, but this unlucky guy!

Even Yota Yigu, who had catered to the high school to carry out secret executions, expressed his rejection of this method of death.

After he staggered and turned across the street with his feet numb, a pair of hands suddenly grabbed his right arm from the side, covered his mouth, and dragged Yi Guyouta to the back of the vending machine.

The black-haired boy's eyes widened for a moment, but a familiar voice whispered in his ear: "Don't move..."

"I will protect you."