Did Xiayou successfully drop out of school today?

One day, the mantra ushered in a special student.

Although he couldn't see the curse spirit, his physical fitness was extremely strong, and he could even kill a third-level curse spirit with one punch.

Several seniors and sisters got together.

"Could it be the sky and the curse?"

"Isn't it? I asked Teacher Xia You before, and he said it was because of his special background?"

"What? Is our school finally going to enter the legendary young master through the back door?"

"Hey, don't make it sound like our school doesn't have any young masters and misses from rich families! Are you looking down on Miss Maki?"

"I said, Pang Da, are you in need of a beating?"

"Come on Maki, I was just joking, yes, just kidding, don't point Yuyun at me."

"what!"

There was a short scream, smoking Knotweed Yujin's attention.

"Someone seems to be screaming, Fu Hei, did you hear that?"

Fu Heihui, who was in charge of receiving new students, twitched the corners of his mouth, his expression full of helplessness.

"It's nothing serious, you don't need to worry about it, just treat it as noise pollution."

"But that's obviously screaming, right?" Knotabagi Yujin looked back with some concern, "Are you sure you don't want to go and have a look?"

Fu Heihui only felt his eyebrows twitch.

"No need, the normal fights between students will not be affected."

"So that's how it is." Knotabagi Youroto suddenly realized.

Even if it is a headache, a group of seniors can figure out something when watching a play, and Fu Heihui, who doesn't even bother to cover it up, can't help but look at this guy more.

Believe it so easily?

"Then it's even more important to say hello." Hiroto Hiroshi rubbed the back of his head, smiling brightly, "I always want to meet new classmates."

"Not a new classmate."

"what?"

Fu Heihui gritted his teeth and said, "At least half of them are second-year seniors."

Xia Youjie glanced at the bustling woods, and laughed inexplicably.

"It seems that these little guys are very leisurely."

He will sit under the shadow of a big tree, with a square blanket next to him, which is filled with desserts and fruit in a tray, blowing the oncoming summer breeze very leisurely. wind.

One of the two long legs was slightly bent, and a white head rested on the other.

Xia Youjie stuffed a grape into his mouth with one hand, and rested his other arm on his leg, with his hand down, holding a small piece of pastry on his fingertips.

The next moment, a tongue rolled away the pastry from his finger, and said vaguely: "Jie, I still want that."

Xia Youjie rubbed his tongue-wet fingertips for a second, wanting to throw the guy who was leaning on his lap away.

"Can't you take it yourself?"

"I am the injured!" The "injured" lying on his lap beeped loudly, "Jie, as the wife of the head of the house, you should take care of me!"

"Don't push yourself too hard, who told you not to open the fist of other students hard." Besides, it's unknown whether you were injured or not. "And you just dislocated your right hand, not paralyzed."

"I don't care, I don't care."

"Injured" kept making jokes and looked at him tearfully, finally revealing the real reason for today's goal.

"The last time Nanako caught a cold, you took good care of her for three whole days. When it's my turn, can't you bear it for even an hour?"

"Sure enough, Nitrate is right. Once people get it, they don't know how to cherish it, let alone you have had it for so many years."

"Tell me, did you raise another little milk dog outside? Are you starting to dislike my old age?"

Looking at the face that was no different from ten years ago, Xia Youjie twitched the corners of his mouth.

Where does this person have the face to say that he is old and pale?

"Do you think that you are more or less shameless?"

Unexpectedly, Gojo Satoru looked at him in shock.

"Should face? Can you find a wife if you have face? If I didn't want to... Uh, let go, let go of me."

Xia Youjie's face changed, and he covered Wutiaowu's chattering mouth, his face looked quite dark.

"Shut up, do you still have the face to say it?"

Gojo Satoru confessed to him back then, and that afternoon, the entire magic world knew about it.

Not to mention that Gojo Satoru somehow came up with a very old-fashioned confession ceremony, which made him receive strange looks from many familiar and unfamiliar conjurers for a month.

He didn't know whether he agreed to confess because he liked this guy or because he didn't want to lose any more.

Grass, so disgusting.

The next second, Xia Youjie frowned and let go, rolled his eyes and wiped his hands on the man's clothes.

"You are a teacher anyway, can you look like a teacher?"

Gojo Satoru kissed him very quickly, and said confidently: "They are on the other side, and they can't see here."

The air was suddenly silent.

After greeting several seniors, Yujin Yuzu, who was invited by the enthusiastic fat seniors to familiarize himself with the campus, looked left and right, raised his hand hesitantly, and waved it.

"So what, hi? Met two teachers again?"

Xia Youjie took a deep breath, and nodded calmly towards Knotweed Youren.

"Mr. Knotweed, go play somewhere else first, the teacher has something else to do."

The next moment, Wujo Wu jumped up and ran in another direction, Xia Youjie followed closely behind.

"Wu, today you must die or I will live!"

"Eh? Are there no other options?"

"Do this kind of thing in front of the students, you will die!"

Knotabagi Yuhito who stood there foolishly looked at the two teachers who were going away.

"Did I do something wrong?"

The seniors who had run away and hid earlier when they saw the situation was not going well, now surrounded him with a whoosh.

"No, no, how could you have done something wrong? Well done!"

"Wujo Wu, a guy who has no teacher's morality and knows how to cultivate affection in front of students all day long, it's normal to suffer retribution."

"Didn't you see it clearly just now? That guy actually wrapped his hands and pretended to be injured, and asked Mr. Xia You to feed him pastries. It's disgusting."

Finally, Fu Heihui patted him on the shoulder.

"Congratulations, I think you will die a miserable death in the next month." Who knows what Gojo Satoru will do after being interrupted.

"Huh?"