Don't compete with fairy tale vests

"Gojo Satoru, it's you."

Following the person directly adjoining the Buddhist monastery saying the name of the visitor with an unfriendly expression, the white-haired young man also entered the room at this time.

The white-haired young man shut the door behind the maid's helpless obstruction, and the whole room suddenly fell into silence because of his arrival.

The young man swaggered like he didn't regard himself as an uninvited guest at all. After easily breaking free from the maid's obstruction, the super conjurer Shi Shi ran in.

Seeing Gojo Wu's behavior, the face of the person directly next to the Zen Academy quickly darkened, and the relaxed smile like an old fox just now completely disappeared in the sight of Gojo Wu.

Although the old man is getting old, his gaze is still as sharp as a falcon. During the years when he ascended to the position of Patriarch, he relied on such a pair of insightful eyes to identify traitors, eliminate dissidents, and select talents.

But when the white-haired young man obviously hadn't taken off the blindfold, the person directly next to the Zen Academy suddenly got so high that a certain unignorable gaze collided with him with a sense of presence, and confronted him in the air.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be even more anxious than when Graugramman and Zenyuan Naoya confronted each other before. This kind of division even kept the attention of Graugramman, who had been maintaining a black and white comic color scheme since just now.

The tall boy in high school clothes became excited when he saw Gojo Satoru, and couldn't help it anymore, and ran to the teacher's side with one stride.

"Teacher Wutiao!"

As soon as he saw the familiar combination of white fur and eye patch, the gray lion cub shouted happily. Even the faded head hair regained a little color, and the hair color and eye color that change with emotions , And thus some popularity and splendor appeared.

In fact, he didn't know what to do at first, because the conditions of the Chanyuan family were really harsh, which made him a little confused.

Had it not been for seeing his teacher here, Graugramman was filled with hope again immediately, the little lion would probably have released all his sand, and performed a sand bath that flooded the capital.

Although he was dizzy by the straight-forward reckoning of Zenyuan Zhipiren just now, Graugramman is not stupid, he just doesn't want to think so much, and he doesn't have such nerves.

It's just that the intention of the Chanyuan family is so obvious that everyone knows it. Even if the intuition is like his, he can vaguely feel some hidden metaphors in it.

The so-called joining is not something as simple as having one more partner or a group of partners playing with sand, but a more obscure and complicated interpersonal relationship and interest exchange.

"Yo, Grau, why did you become this color again?"

As soon as he came up, the white-haired youth rubbed his student's hair like a daily check-in.

The hair on the face was dyed a little pink again, which represented happiness, before reluctantly letting go of the big cat that had become happy again.

While stroking the cat, Wu Tiao Wu's words were constantly being output to the people directly next to the Buddhist monastery.

"Has the Chanyuan family actually fallen to this point? I remember that you said that you wanted to keep my students for lunch, but now it seems that my students have all faded from your hunger."

Ignoring the words of Zhibiren of the Zen Academy, Gojo Satoru came to his students first. Although the white-haired young man was extremely confident in the strength of the little lion, he still checked Graugramman carefully.

After confirming that there were no wounds on Graugramman's body, and admiring Zenyuan Naoya's posture, Gojo Satoru determined that his student was not only uninjured, but also had the upper hand, so he gave a little bit of alms with satisfaction, and the anger almost showed on his face on the old man.

"Hmph, the Zenyuan family is not so downcast. There is a way of hospitality, but some juniors don't seem to understand the rules that's all. The head of the Wutiao family doesn't have to look down on our Zenyuan like this."

The old man who was sitting safely on the main seat sneered, and unscrupulously hurt Gojo Wu again, the two of them had already had a long-standing grudge.

"Besides, the most rude one might as well be you, Gojo Satoru, I remember that you don't seem to be among my invitees?"

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was unmoved, the words of the neighbors of the Chanyuan became less polite, and even the sarcasm became a bit direct.

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, which almost clearly indicated that Wujo Wu's upbringing was not good, the white-haired young man raised the corner of his mouth and showed a presumptuous smile. In the verbal attack with the people directly adjacent to the Zen Academy, Wujo Wu would also do "" strongest".

"I'm not as fond of swearing around as you are. You see, what I'm talking about is all facts and evidence. How can I ever fabricate something unfounded to impose charges like you?"

Under Gojo Satoru's verbal attack, Graugramman almost saw the face of the people directly adjacent to the Zen Academy getting darker and darker. In the end, the old man could hardly maintain a polite smile, and could only pull out a somewhat hideous expression .

And Wujo Satoru's words after the short pause of his speech are the final lore.

"If I want to put it more bluntly, it's the Chanyuan family. It's really bad."

This sentence made the Zenyuan Zhipi people can no longer bear it. Although the old man's face was still harmonious, it had already revealed livid in some places, and his tone became stiff: "Enough, Gojo Wu, what do you want to say? What? You came here for no reason, presumably not to make a special trip to annoy an old man like me."

Unexpectedly, what he said made the white-haired young man think for a while, and he showed an expression of agreement.

"That's not a bad idea. If this is what the Patriarch of the Zen Academy wants, I'd be more than happy to make a special trip here every day."

Wujo Wu deliberately misinterpreted the words of the Zenyuan Zhipiren, but the old man who had suffered a trap would not let him get his wish again, which inevitably made Wujo Wu curl his lips a little bored.

"I still have to thank you for being considerate." Zhibiren of the Chanyuan said with gritted teeth, his eyebrows twitching violently.

"You're welcome, it's your blessing to be able to treat your high blood pressure."

Zhipiren of the Chanyuan felt his eyes go dark for a while, because of the sudden anger, he was a little unsteady in standing.

But the old man always has some experience, and finally he stabilized his mind and continued to ask questions. Even though he knew Wutiaowu's wholeheartedly, because the person concerned was still watching the situation here, but at this time he had to Pretending to be understanding and pretending to be confused.

"Gojo Wu, what are you doing here?"

This time it was Gojo Satoru's turn to sneer.

The white-haired young man took off the blindfold irritably, his ice-blue eyes looked at the direction of the people directly adjacent to the Buddhist monastery without emotion, and his face was full of irritability and impatience.

"So, I really still hate rotten oranges, even the way I speak."

This should have been a soliloquy, but the white-haired young man said it in a loud voice. Such a volume made Zenyuan Naoya, who was lying on the floor still immersed in the aftertaste of Grau Graman's technique, say it loudly. There were signs of Yoyo waking up.

Hearing that his intentions had been seen through, the adjoiner of the Chanyuan was not annoyed, instead he returned to his original expression, seeming to be comfortable with the conversation again.

"The devious words will indeed hinder the efficiency of communication. However, we are indeed just exchanging some friendly topics with this child after handing over the task of the Magic Association."

Now that his face has been torn apart, things have become simpler. He insisted that it was just lunch, and Gojo Satoru had absolutely nothing to do.

The current Wujo Satoru is no longer the lawless guy in the high school period.

At that time, Wujo Wu really had the capital of lawlessness, but now Wujo Wu is different. As a teacher, he must have more objects to protect, that is, weaknesses that can be manipulated.

The Zenyuan Zhipiren knew deeply that as long as this point is used properly, it can be a very effective weapon, and he also cunningly used it flexibly in various confrontations with Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru glanced at him contemptuously, as if he didn't believe this statement at all, as if there were lies in the punctuation of the words of the people directly next to the Zen Academy.

"In that case, I think the lunch here is probably over, Grau?"

Gojo Satoru turned his head and said to his students, as if he didn't pay attention to the Zenyuan Zhipiren whose face became more and more livid.

The little lion who was suddenly called by his name was taken aback. He was still watching with great interest just now, being a happy melon-eating crowd, and now he suddenly became one of the members of this confrontation.

"Hey, lunch?" Graugram thought for a moment, and immediately smiled, "Yeah! I just finished eating!"

"Not a single bit of my meal was left over today!"

Today's Grau Graman is also very proud. His huge appetite and habit of never leaving any leftovers make him very popular with the aunts in the cafeteria.

"Good boy." Wujo Satoru also praised Graugramman very much, and rubbed the soft hair of the lion cub again, which was a bit unfinished.

"Then let's take our leave here. If the Patriarch of the Chanyuan family needs to raise his blood pressure next time, I'll still be more than happy to help you."

Wutiaowu said this sentence to the patriarch of the Zenyuan family. Wutiaowu seems to have some special talent in angering people. From the night moth Zhengdao to the Zenyuan Zhipiren, all of them are victims of the white-haired youth. .

The scene of joy and harmony here obviously made the Zenyuan Zhipi people who were somewhat unlucky over there a little uncomfortable, so they interrupted in a cold voice.

"I'm afraid this child can't just leave like this. We still have some things to discuss in our department just now."

Zhipiren of the Chanyuan knew that his plan today was probably in vain. This time he failed to win over Graugramman, and it also aroused Gojo Satoru's idea. It would be nothing if he wanted to get in touch with this talented young man next time. Simple matter now.

But even so, because it doesn't prevent him from insisting on saying something to disgust Gojo Satoru.

"After all, we seem to have some bills that haven't been settled."

It seems to be the old man's true nature of greed for money, and he is concerned about the mosquito legs that I don't know about in the Buddhist monastery, but the two people in power present know the meaning of dealing with it, and the atmosphere becomes unfriendly again.

It's just that at this time, the boy with dyed yellow hair just woke up at this time.

Zenyuan Naoya is very unlucky, and when he wakes up, he can just see Gojo Satoru's side face from this angle, which suddenly makes the young man a little angry.

For a man like him, even Grau Graman's powerful sand bath treatment didn't seem to really have much effect.

Zenyuan Naoya, who woke up from being submerged in the sand, became a little irritable again. He always found it difficult to calm down when he saw Gojo Satoru, as if a thorn was stuck somewhere in his heart. The feeling of the imps of the ten shadows.

"Look who is here, isn't it, Gojo Satoru?"

When Zenyuan Naoya hadn't figured out the situation, the sarcasm was like some kind of instinct, and he said it faster than thinking.

It's just that his words seemed to be ignored by both sides, and an immature guy obviously wouldn't easily get involved in an adult's confrontation.

"Hey, you-"

Zenyuan Naoya didn't finish what you said this time.

He paid too much attention to Gojo Satoru's existence, and he didn't even notice Graugramman who was approaching quietly.

When he heard him utter wild words again, Graugramman, who always kept in mind the need for civilized use, frowned.

With the previous experience, Graugramman was almost able to come out and the young man was going to say those words in the next second, and decisively pressed Zenyuan Naoya's head into the sand pile again.

Now, the world is finally completely quiet.

"The compensation list, right?"

When Gojo Satoru noticed his student's small movements from the corner of his eye, he could hardly suppress his smile, he almost slapped his thighs and laughed wildly. A cold face.

"Well, the compensation list, I lost a lot of my beloved tableware because of your students."

Without looking back, he knew it was definitely his son who had done something stupid again, and said calmly, he was quite accustomed to all this.

Maybe it's because of the familiarity of the first time and the second time. Graugramman seems to have found the trick this time when he stuffed people into the sand.

Zenyuan Naoya, who was buried head down in the spoon, finally lost the ability to break free this time, and could only stay inside obediently, creating more sand.

The Zenyuan Zhipi people over there are still negotiating with Gojo Satoru. After teaching Zenyuan Naoya a lesson, the little lion feels a little bored. Just looking at Zenyuan Naoya, who is mostly buried in the ground, he suddenly has a good idea.

Isn't this a good inspiration delivered to your door?Graugramman glanced at the lively battle situation over there again, and immediately started to fight secretly.

When his gaze inadvertently passed over the shoulder of the person next to the Zen courtyard, Wujo Wu couldn't move his gaze away.

A giant sand sculpture that almost reaches the ceiling stands behind the Zenyuan Zhizai, and the chosen theme is the Zenyuan Zhizai, who is half buried in the sand.

This kind of creativity has to be amazed by some people, such as a white-haired young man who has already started applauding and even screaming like a star chaser in a TV show. It is refreshing to watch.

The Zenyuan Zhipiren noticed the shift of Gojo Satoru's gaze, and he expected a certain possibility, so he turned around slowly.

But the scene in front of him still made the Patriarch of the Chanyuan family a little uneasy.

Seeing the huge sand sculpture and his useless son who was used as a reference next to the sand sculpture, Zenyuan Zhibi Rendi had the urge to rebuild Zenyuan Zhiya many times.

"Hahahahaha, this is really...hahahaha."

The white-haired young man couldn't hold back his laughter anymore, and Gojo Satoru almost swayed back and forth with his laughter. He never thought that his student union would show such talent again, as if he never knew what kind of stuff was in the little lion's head. What a whimsy.

The signed check was slapped in the arms of the old man by the white-haired young man, as if what he handed out was not a check but a blank piece of paper. Put on stern.

What's more, in today's trip to the Zen Academy, being able to enjoy such a "exquisite" performance is already worth the price of admission in Gojo Satoru's opinion.

"Let's go, Grau," Gojo Satoru called to his students, "We should go."

"You can keep the check yourself, Chanyuan, just fill in the numbers as you see."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and before he could say anything more, he left the room with the pink-haired little lion.

The Zenyuan Zhipi people grabbed the check in their hands and suddenly felt tired from the farce in front of them. Except for these unnecessary compensations, the Zenyuan family lost completely.

"This is really, oh..."

The Zhipi people of the Chanyuan threw the check on the short table without looking at it again.

He turned his eyes to the place where Gojo Satoru and Graugramman left, staring at the blue sky and white clouds leaking from the corner of the window, as if he was thinking about something.

"I hope that the mission of the Conjurer's Association can hold back such an intensity of combat power for a while." The old man muttered to himself, and a dim light suddenly flashed in his clear eyes at that moment.

After bringing "White Kirin" Shibusawa Tatsuhiko to the gym, Fu Hu reached some agreements with the people from the special ability department in the somewhat cramped living room.

And now, after the three chapters of the agreement, the contents of the agreement are finally being implemented in an orderly manner by both parties.

It should be said that it is a national agency. In the matter of finding Olin, the Special Ability Section is much faster than Soryu Kurikawa imagined. It is no wonder that the Special Ability Section has the number of "pseudo-Olin" is the most.

Perhaps when dealing with extremely serious matters, the combat effectiveness of the Special Ability Special Service Section is slightly insufficient, but in terms of collecting intelligence, this government agency is definitely a good hand.

With the cooperation of the Special Ability Division, Kurikawa Soru dealt with Olin in Yokohama much faster, and even because of Fuhu's intervention, the conjurer who was dispatched by Tokyo went back because he had no work to do. .

Fu Hu could clearly see that the mood of Saito Masakata, who was in charge of handing over to him, had increased visible to the naked eye in the past few days.

"Did something good happen?" Fu Hu spoke out and cared for the staff of the Secret Service with special abilities whose dark circles seemed to have faded a lot.

"It's nothing, I just thought that there are fewer problem children in charge... No, it's because the tasks that need to be dealt with have been eased, and I accidentally relaxed a little too much." Saito Masakata almost said his true thoughts, and quickly recovered his seriousness look.

"That's it, then I really congratulate Mr. Saito."

Fuhu smiled and congratulated this poor social animal. After using two vests to witness with his own eyes what kind of model workers the people in the Secret Service Section with supernatural powers were, Kurikawa Soryu was left with nothing but awe for these civil servants.

"By the way, this is the information sent by the intelligence team just now."

A thin piece of paper was handed to the boy with long white hair, this is the so-called information.

"Can I watch it too?" Fu Hu asked curiously. After all, the Secret Service Division used him as a tool man in the ability before, just to give the task content. Now this is an unusual signal.

"Yes, this is the meaning of Mr. Farming. I hope we can continue to cooperate happily in the future." A smile appeared on the face of the civil servant in a suit, but it was different from the extremely formalized smile in the past. This time the smile seemed to be more sincerity.

"Happy cooperation." Fu Hu also laughed. Frankness is the basis for better cooperation. This kind of win-win feeling is not bad. With the information, it will be more convenient for him to collect Olin.

The cooperation with the government has indeed brought some benefits. In addition to the reduction in incidents of thugs hurting people, Kurikawa Soryu vaguely felt that the person who was also catching Olin's power seemed to be no longer active. Now, at least within the scope of activities of Kurikawa Soryu's vest, they are less and less exposed to these.

Even the spider Yugramido, who had appeared for a while before, disappeared without a trace as if it had never existed. No clues were found.

With so little information, the divination of the ghost fire spirit can only determine the approximate location. The only advantage is that the person who secretly stole the power of "Olin" seems to be active in Tokyo.

But Soryu Kurikawa didn't ignore it. Another result, on the map of Yokohama, there were traces of small dots representing people who used multiple Olins flickering in the results of the ghost fire spirit's divination.

It is a normal but terrifying fact that more than one person may have noticed the ability of "Olin", which will undoubtedly bring huge obstacles to the return of "Pseudo-Olin".

"What's going on here? Is there anyone else acting with me?"

The boy with long white hair pointed to the two names next to his name and said.

This only represents the task executor of the special service department in the ability, and other names are mentioned in the notes later, which makes Fu Hu, who was always a loner when performing tasks before, a little curious.

He knew the name of Ango Sakaguchi, and when he used the half-human dragon's vest, he also learned something more or less, but he felt a little embarrassed about it.

But the other name was clearly a foreigner.

"That's what I'm about to tell you, don't pay too much attention to it, your mission directions are not the same."

"I see." Fu Hu nodded calmly.

But Kurikawa Soryu's side is not very stable, the name is somewhat familiar to him.

"Green, by the way, here it is!" The chestnut-haired young man took out a business card from his business card holder, and finally found the familiar name - "William Green".

"Ready, everyone?"

The speaker's tone of voice has a flamboyant and exaggerated accent like that of an opera singer, as if trying to cover up his own accent.

"Of course, I can't wait."

The first to answer his question was John Steinbeck, a baggy boy in overalls who seemed quite eager to go to Yokohama.

Following John Steinbeck's speech, other members of the "combination" also expressed their determination.

"That's good. The destination this time is Yokohama. I hope this place won't disappoint me."

The blond-haired rich man clenched the information in his hands, and his breathing involuntarily became a little short. The black words written on the white paper became his life-saving straw at this moment.

"No matter what price I pay, even if I dig three feet into the ground, even if I turn this city upside down, I will definitely find a way."

Looking at the setting sun in the distance, Fitzgerald murmured to himself.

It's just that the intelligence analysis officer next to him, Louisa May Alcott, looks a little worried.

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Fitzgerald asked. He was still very considerate to his subordinates.

"What's the matter, Luisa? You don't look very good. Is there something wrong with our actions? Don't worry too much, you can speak freely."

The blond man's voice spoke softly to Louisa Alcott, reassuring the shy child.

"No, it's nothing, you can go to work first." The girl said hesitantly, but when Fitzgerald really turned around to leave, he was stopped by Louisa Alcott.

The girl blushed because of nervousness, and she still looked very uneasy, although she was determined to express her doubts.

But the tone of her speech, which was born with social fear, was still not so forceful: "Mr. Fitzgerald."

The girl paused, took a deep breath before continuing: "Do you really believe in information from unknown sources?"

"After all, it is the information that was handled by that person. At least according to the other information I bought these days and tested by your supernatural ability, I can at least confirm some of its authenticity."

The man's tone suddenly became a little dull, and this change made Louisa May Alcott, who is an intelligence analysis officer, tremble slightly.

"But, but..." She still wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sentence at all.

"Okay, Luisa, so far, you have worked too hard, take a good rest, we will probably leave for Yokohama tomorrow."

Fitzgerald rubbed the center of his brows, showing a tired smile. He waved his hand, signaling the girl to go back and rest early.

Maybe because he could see that Luisa was still struggling, the man added in a deep voice: "This is my last resort, Luisa, even if it's fake, I must go there."

The girl was completely speechless, and a feeling of sadness for the man suddenly rushed into her heart.