God is still on the way to recovery

"There is no damage caused by the curse spirit, all finger contusions, and the most serious mental injury. I was locked up in a narrow place when I was a child? This is a symptom of claustrophobia." Home into the nitrate with sterile cotton dipped in saline, be careful After cleaning Uramo's hands, they wrapped them in gauze again.

Ten small zongzi were freshly born. Nitrate observed the lying young boy, who was not sleeping peacefully, his eyes moved from time to time, and his mental stress and stress reaction was violent.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on a wooden chair not far away, and Ijiichi Kiyoko, the contact person of the Tokyo Magic College, stood beside him, communicating nervously on his mobile phone in a low voice.

"Yes, I'm very sorry, yes, Mr. Gojo is very silent, is it... eh? The school gate was bombed? Oh oh, it's good that no one was injured..." As the assistant supervisor of the Tokyo Magic College, he is responsible for daily work guidance and Transfers etc.

He was supposed to go to Yanzhen to pick up Shigeru, but because Gojo Satoru was temporarily dispatched to the United States, the pick-up was originally scheduled to be carried out today, but it was expected that the high-level officials would do it in just a few days.

Hearing that this 17-year-old student was unarmed and thrown into a confinement room where more than 1000 magic spirits were held, Yi Dizhi's three views were also refreshed.

Isn't this murder?

Moreover, the student didn't seem to be hurt by the curse spirit, but was simply frightened and asked for help, causing mental trauma.

After hanging up the phone, Yidizhi might have complained in a low voice in the past, but this time, he didn't want to blame Wujo Wu.

"Don't you want to say something?" Gojo Satoru suddenly said.

Yizhi shook his head.

He understands that he would be angry if he did it differently.

Everyone has their own temper, Yijizhi will be silent when angry, Gojo Satoru will strike when angry.

Different people get angry in different ways, and he understands that.

"I kind of want to hear what you have to say." Gojo Satoru continued, "Nah, Yijizhi, am I a person with a bad personality?"

Yidizhi responded obediently: "I know."

Gojo Satoru: "Yidi, do you mind if I kick you?"

Yidizhi: "..."

Go ahead, go ahead, I will listen carefully to whatever you say.

No matter how foolish I am to answer you, I am a dog!

"Why did I become a teacher, and brought an unknown existence like Ushimo, who doesn't know magic arts, closer to this school? Do you know why?"

"Why." The Yidizhi brand repeater was launched.

"The high-level is the center of corruption in the magic world. Idiots who want to protect their status, hereditary idiots, arrogant idiots and ordinary idiots. A basket of rotten oranges. If I want to change the world, I must establish new rules." Gojo Satoru One explained, "So I am a teacher and train reliable juniors. They will bring about new changes. Ushio is a special existence, and the variables he brings are huge... so big that the top management can't tolerate him for a minute."

Even with no attack power, Urashige can wipe out a thousand super magic spirits.

The birth of a pair of six eyes brought much shock to the Yusanjia, and Mao Mo had the same impact.

Yidizhi understood what Wujo Wu meant, but after reading the information sent by the headquarters, he wiped his sweat and asked, "Mr. Wujo, I'm just making a hypothesis. If this newcomer is indeed a ghost, what do you plan to do?"

Historically, the advent of evil gods would bring disasters. A hundred years ago, there were some records about evil gods in the books of the magic world. It was probably that the rulers at that time made sacrifices together with demons to pray for the descending of the gods in order to cure their own diseases.

The results of it?

In that year, the Great Kanto Earthquake caused 10 casualties, and cholera was prevalent, so the government had to order the area to be closed to prohibit people from entering.

Later, the god let the demons work together to eliminate them, and the disaster stopped.

"I know this."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to have thought about this issue. Yidizhi guessed that the other party also had his own intelligence network, so it wasn't as if he wasn't well-informed about the news.

"The record was written by the final winner, and the cabinet has always had contracted demons serving, so the credibility of such records is limited."

"However, seeing some of his daily behaviors, I feel that he shouldn't be this kind of evil god who will casually bring disasters to the world."

If he is so happy to see human casualties and suffering, why bother to go to school to save a classmate who is not so friendly?

Listening to Gojo Satoru's explanation, Yi Dizhi really wanted to complain, "Don't want you to think, but the higher-ups to think."

But in order to avoid being beaten, he said in a good voice: "The high-level side insisted on their own reasons, and it seems that they are planning to make trouble."

Wujo Wudao: "I will handle it."

Jia Ruozi drank a bottle of glucose for Mao Mao, then turned to look at the two people who were chatting and said, "It's not a big problem for now, the stress reaction is too strong, maybe I won't remember what happened in those two days when I wake up, the hands Your wounds will heal tonight."

"Thank you~" Wujo Satoru thanked.

"Enlightenment is true, such an important junior, you should take it with you and watch it. It really shouldn't be easily captured by the higher-ups." Jia Ruozi reminded her, she felt that this child was a bit pitiful, and if he did Anyone who is suddenly confinement like that will be terrified, "Maybe when they wake up, they will completely give up being a conjurer?"

Gojo Satoru was startled: "Can it still be like this?"

The family member raised his forehead: "You think everyone is Yuren Yuzhang. He is really a hero. He came here to save more talents. This child looks very innocent, and his physique is not good. The family knows He’d be mad if something like this happened to him as soon as he came.”

Gojo Satoru felt a sense of crisis.

It was as if there was an irritable elder sister Anastasia behind her carrying a wooden barn to settle accounts, and it seemed as if the sleepy Urumo would say no when she woke up, and then abandon herself and go back to Yanzhen.

No way...

He hadn't been rejected like this before.

The brain has already staged the bloody eight o'clock drama of the evil mother-in-law not allowing the two to be together, and then the two are forced to separate. Gojo Satoru got up, took off his coat and took off his blindfold with a serious face.

The black trousers of the uniform wrapped his proud long legs, put on his 25 yen high-end shirt, and his 2000 dollar brand-name sunglasses, and his soft white hair stuck to his handsome face, but he had a baby face. Showing age, handsome face with six blue eyes, standard exotic beauty, attractive MAX!

Seeing the battle, Yi Dizhi silently ran away from the phone.

Seeing that this person suddenly changed from a strangely dressed people's teacher to a seductive playboy, Jia Ruzi knew that the other party had strange thoughts in his head.

"Wu, I advise you to calm down." Jiaruo wanted to stop his old classmate's urge to be a human being.

"No, No, Lady," Gojo Satoru shook his fingers leisurely, "I promised Xiaomao's mother, now we are innocent seniors and juniors, it is righteous for the seniors to heal the trauma of the younger generation, no, forgive, resign!"

"Well……"

Miao Mao on the hospital bed hummed twice, he slowly opened his eyes, his light green eyes stared blankly at the strange ceiling, as if he didn't realize where he was.

"Mamo, is there any discomfort?" The instinct of Dr. Iyuri Nishiko made her start to ask about the patient's condition, and at the same time, she held up a small flashlight to check the pupils of the patient.

"I think, drink water." Ushio's voice was dry and hoarse, and he looked very weak.

Glucose vials can replenish the water needed by the body, but the feeling of dry mouth will still exist.

"Please."

The man approached with the glass in his hand, and at the same time helped Urashige to sit up very intimately.

"It's good to moisturize your mouth, you don't need to drink too much."

"Thank you." Swallowing with difficulty, Matsuo's eyes fell on the handsome young man with white hair, "Who are you? This is the first time we meet."

Jiajin Nitzi laughed frantically.

Wutiao Wuxin said: It's over, this child has lost his memory.

Gojo Gojo hid his face in pain, Jia Ruzi finally stopped his laughter, and asked in a trembling voice: "Miao Mao, do you remember? You were imprisoned for two days, but Wu Ke flew to Kyoto to rescue you as soon as he returned home. He also blew up the gates of the colleges and universities in the capital, and let you out of anger."

"Is it...?" Yu Mao hesitated, he frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head blankly, "I don't remember what happened."

I probably only remember that I drove to Kyoto with a man, and then entered a room, and I have no further memories.

Jiajin's eyes signaled Gojo Satoru "really forgot".

"Well~ Gojo is making a big fuss with those high-level executives who are messing around for your sake, Makimo-san, he cares about you very much." Iyuri Nishiko took advantage of the situation to save Gojo, and at the same time pointed to the handsome man "Do you want to say thank you to him?"

Mr. Gojo?

Uramo's eyes paused for a long time on that outstanding handsome face, as if seeing this person for the first time.

"I think I'd better sleep a little longer."

Miao Mao retreated into the quilt silently again, half of his face was covered by the quilt, and he looked at the ceiling with confused eyes.

Gojo Satoru's pretty face collapsed.

My dear junior not only doesn't know him anymore, but I don't plan to get to know him again.

Sure enough, let's kill those old guys.

Gojo Satoru, who lost his beloved disciple, got up expressionlessly.

"Thank you."

A small sound suddenly sounded.

Gojo Gojo and Iakaruko lowered their heads, seeing those green eyes carefully glance at the man, and then quickly close them.

As if afraid that the other party didn't hear clearly, he whispered again: "Thank you."

The family enters the glass slowly, slowly holding the face.

A good-looking, flirtatious, shy child.

Oh oh, it's so cute!

"Wu, let me take this kid. Isn't he preparing for the second academic exam? I can tutor him to enter the medical university." Jiaru Nitrozi proposed enthusiastically.

"Your academic qualifications proved to be false, how can you tutor him?" Gojo Satoru unceremoniously exposed the other party. The principal will teach, and he has already agreed."

If Miao Mao followed the Noctua Righteous Way, he and Gojo Satoru would be the same disciples.

"Educational qualifications can be fake, but knowledge is real." Jiaru emphasized.

She is a genius who took two years to get her doctor's license. It's just a small flaw, and her strength cannot be questioned.

"No." Gojo Satoru refused with a smile, "If you want it, go find it yourself~"

"Damn it." Jiarui Nitzi stomped his feet angrily, turned his head regretfully, and didn't want to pay attention to this peacock-like flirtatious man.

Gojo Satoru is better off wearing blindfolds and a uniform as a people's teacher. After transforming into a playboy mode, his tone of voice sounds like a beating, it's so annoying!