Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

Gojo Wu's face froze, and he held his chin and mused for a while: "...you are right."

Chu Luye didn't expect Gojo Satoru to agree with his rebuttal so much, and was taken aback when he heard this.

"That……"

"Are you interested in becoming a teaching assistant in a higher education?"

Gojo Satoru clapped his fists, and sold as if he had suddenly realized: "The salary is great, with the best working environment in Tokyo and super high salary, it is absolutely worthwhile as a temporary worker, not to mention this— —”

He pointed at himself again.

"The most handsome and strongest teacher..."

"I reject."

Chu Luye interrupted Wujo Satoru's unfinished sentence. Although the sentence was not smooth, it was very firm.

"Conjuration world, yes, shit."

Gojo Satoru slowly lowered his raised hand.

There was no expression on his face that was mostly covered by the blindfold, and Chu Luye's technique couldn't capture the voice in his heart.

But Chu Luye could see that the other party was shocked, and did not expect him to say such a thing.

This should be fine.

Chulu thought.

According to his previous experience of angering his grandfather, this kind of unceremonious and direct swearing is usually the most able to arouse the anger of those who have been in high positions all year round and have a fixed thinking.

Once the other party has anger or other negative emotions because of this, Chu Luye can hear his inner voice and make further attacks.

It would be even better if you can get so angry that the other party leaves the table angrily and walks away.

Chu Luye didn't even need to think about his next move, the impression he left on the other party would only be "Although the strength is not bad, but he is rude and offends his junior".

The shield that Mr. Zhongli showed to protect the house before, as well as Mona's prophecy ability that the other party guessed, will be covered up by this impression.

But... why hasn't he heard the voice of the person opposite?

Chuluye thought with some doubts.

Could it be that even the voice of the strongest will be delayed than others?

"Are you wondering why you can't hear my heart?"

Gojo Satoru asked with a smile, ignoring the suddenly widened eyes of the person opposite who was guessed, stood up and patted Chu Luye's shoulder vigorously.

"I've heard that Chu Luye's family spread everywhere that their family's art can be ranked among the three imperial families, even against me."

He looked around Chuluye and was amazed: "I never thought that such a decadent family could produce such a descendant who can see through the essence of the magic world."

"It's a pity that I didn't recruit you to the college when you were in high school."

He sighed.

Chuluye:?

"Thank you, thank you?"

"Hahaha." Gojo Satoru laughed, lifted his blindfold, and squatted down to look at Chuluye.

"So, do you want to reform this magic world with me? Replace all those rotten oranges."

"..."

Chu Luye opened his mouth, and met those clear blue sky pupils, feeling that he could not say the words of rejection under such eyes.

——He didn't want the tragedies in the magic world to repeat themselves.

But, could it be that Mr. Zhongli, who had nothing to do with the magic world, was involved in this troublesome mess?

Moreover, a person like him...

Chu Luye remembered the day before leaving the magic world, and fell silent again.

"Yes, no..."

"Is it okay even if you don't know the truth about your mother's death?"

Gojo Wujo said abruptly.

"……What's the meaning!"

Chu Luye was startled suddenly: "You, know, what?"

"I don't know what, but I know where what you want to know is."

Gojo Satoru smiled, his six eyes made his words more convincing.

"I have investigated the information of Chu Luye's family. Over the years, they have been unwilling to accept that the art has not been completely passed down. They want to revive the family and restore their previous glory."

The ambition of Chuluye's family has never faded, and Chuluye knows this.

After all, under the shadow of this kind of ambition, he was forced to train for so many years, just to overcome his stuttering and be able to fully exert the power of his spells.

At the same time, it is also for the sake of defeating Wujowu and becoming one of the three royal families.

However, Chu Luye has always been very unimpressed with the family's ambitions, and even hated his own spells - a person who can only hear people's evil thoughts, and is especially powerful in dealing with people, even if he wants to revitalize the family, he can only do it. Is there any need for a spell that relies on hurting others?

In a sense, Chu Luye's stuttering, which has not been cured so far, is also part of his actions to resist the family.

"Being in this family, you should be very aware of their ambitions. Then, do you know that they set up a laboratory in private, trying to create individuals who have completely inherited the family's spells."

Gojo Satoru stared at Chu Luye and said slowly.

"And your mother once entered that laboratory."

Chu Luye's pupils shrank suddenly.

This sentence almost made it clear to him that his mother was sent to the laboratory because she gave birth to him, a child who had completely inherited the spell.

Chu Luye thought almost immediately, if he had cooperated well with the family's arrangements at that time, if he had really got rid of his stuttering, would his mother not have died like this, and would he... could have saved her.

"I……"

Chu Luye's voice trembled, and his pure black eyes were filled with hatred and anger.

"Don't let hatred take hold, Traveler."

Zhongli's calm voice came from the earphone.

"It's said to stay away from disasters, stay away from disasters!"

Mona said angrily.

"...No matter what, I will protect you well."

Mandrill made a promise.

"...I want, think about, think about it."

Chu Luye's head, which was dazzled by anger and regret, calmed down a little.

"Ok."

Gojo Satoru sighed regretfully, and left his cell phone number.

"If you think about it, come find me anytime."

He gestured to make a phone call, and said, "Although it may not be possible to answer, Qiang Qiang is very busy."

Gojo Satoru left.

Having been hiding in Chu Luye's pocket for a long time, the three figurines can finally come out to breathe.

"Traveler."

Zhongli showed him a worried look.

"I'm fine."

Chu Luye shook his head, pulled himself together and wanted to go to the basement to release Wendy and Xiangling.

"I'll just go."

Zhong Li returned to his original body shape, reached out his hand to stop Chu Luye who was about to stand up, and shook his head slightly at him.

"I, I will go too."

Mona glanced at Chu Luye, and then changed back to her original form, and followed Zhongli.

There was only one Q-version Mandrill who hadn't kept up with the rhythm standing on the coffee table, looked around, and said, "I..."

"Drill, forget it, let's go."

Chuluye remembered the last time when Mandrill recognized Hatsune Miku as Mona, he pursed his lips and smiled.

Mandrill glanced at Chu Luye, hesitated for a moment, and comforted: "...the dead cannot be chased, don't worry about it."

Chu Luye nodded, with his curly black hair hanging down, he didn't know if he listened or not.

There was silence between the two of them.

Wendy's rambling voice came from the direction of the basement: "...Why are you here too, old man, haven't you retired? Why did you come here faster than me? It's because..."

The wind poet holding the harp Felin came out from the door under the stairs, his blue sky-like eyes turned to the direction of Chuluye.

His eyes lit up, he immediately abandoned Zhong Li who was walking in front of him, and lightly jumped in front of Chu Luye.

"Long time no see, traveler, is there any adventure story worth telling recently? The poet's harp has been waiting to sing for you."

Chu Luye raised his head, met Wendy's blue eyes with a bright smile, couldn't help but be infected by him, and also bent his lips and smiled.

"Sorry, sorry, nothing worth talking about."

"...how could it not be!"

Arm in arm with Xiangling, Mona, who walked out of the stairs intimately, couldn't help but retort: ​​"We just experienced a thrilling adventure—Xiangling, you know that too, right?"

"Hmm... I don't seem to remember much."

Xiangling raised her head and thought for a while, then stuck out her tongue a little apologetically.

"Ah! But I remember one thing very clearly." The girl with short dark blue hair clapped her hands and looked at Chu Luye, "There is still a cooking competition between me and the traveler!"

"When? Can I be a judge? Is there a competition in the brewing session?" Wendy's eyes lit up immediately, and she turned her bright and expectant eyes to Xiangling.

"Ah, this, it seems that there is no..."

Xiangling scratched her head, a little uncertain.

"...don't bring down the traveler."

Zhong Li shook his head, and showed disapproval to the unscrupulous Fengshen.

"Hey - don't do this, old man. Aren't all travelers already grown up?"

Wendy was very pitiful.

"The traveler is not yet twenty."

Zhong Li said seriously, the old man who has been very successful in surfing the Internet during this period has already learned a lot about the laws and contracts here.

"Under the age of 20, no drinking."

Chuluye added in a low voice.

"...No!"

It was as if Wendy had been stabbed in the head by General Thunderbolt.

"Have I no drink here, too?"

"Not in front of travelers."

Zhongli set the terms, and then added when Wendy's eyes flashed hope again: "But the shops outside will not sell wine to you with such a good appearance."

The light in Wendy's eyes dimmed again in an instant.

He wiped his eyes, pretended to cry and plucked the strings.

"Little cabbage~Dilihuang~No wine~I won't grow strong~"

A string of simple but unexpectedly pleasant melodies flowed from the poet's harp.

Mandrill turned his head and glanced at Chu Luye, and saw a bright starlight shining in his equally black eyes under the curly black hair.

Xiangling smiled and raised her arms: "Okay! Let me show my skills today and let you try the signature specialties of Wanmintang."

Today's dinner started lively again.

On the outskirts of Tokyo, a high school in magic.

Glassing a cigarette in his mouth, he lit it up and took a puff, then glanced at Gojo Satoru who was sitting next to him.

"So, what do you want to do when you suddenly came to my infirmary today? No students have been injured recently, right?"

"There are no injured students, but my heart is hurt!"

Gojo Satoru held his heart in his hands, exaggerating his acting skills.

"Why, even though I waited for him at the door for so long, I was released as a pigeon and I was still waiting persistently, but he rejected my invitation as soon as we met, and said that it was absolutely impossible to enroll in a college."

Gojo Satoru selectively ignored his behavior of sneaking away to buy a dessert during the waiting period, as if a miserable heroine who had been severely hurt by a scumbag man covered her blindfold and pretended to cry.

"Aren't I handsome and strong enough? With a perfect teacher like me, can't he be recruited to a college?"

"Have you told the other party before that you are going to visit?"

With a cigarette between his fingers, Niatzi folded his arms lazily, pointing out the loopholes in Wutiao Wutiao's words.

"Cough, this is..."

Gojo Satoru put down his exaggerated acting skills, and said without guilt: "These are trivial things that can be ignored."

"...It's not surprising that you were released as a pigeon. It's very satisfying."

Nitro applauded appreciatively for the unknown person who released five Satoru pigeons.