After teasing the dog, he got fucked

Fu Heihui was very suspicious that the cappuccino in Gojo Satoru's cup had turned into syrup, and it still had a grainy texture.

But Gojo Satoru was able to drink without hindrance.

This made him feel a sore throat even looking at it.

After clearing his throat, Fu Heihui tapped his phone, "Assist the team?"

"That's right!"

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers.

Then, he made a figure of eight with his thumb and index finger and placed it on his chin.

"Let the most handsome Wutiao teacher clear the way for the cute student's courtship."

Clear the way?It's a good thing not to cause trouble to Senior Goujuan, right?

Fu Heihui curled his lips in disapproval.

But he didn't say anything either.

After afternoon tea, Fu Heihui bid farewell to Gojo Satoru and embarked on the journey to Sendai alone.

This is the first time he has set out on a mission by himself.

The content of the task is nothing more than "recovering special spells".

And Wujo Wu returned to the High School of Conjuration, and went directly to the right way of Noctua.

"If I remember correctly, Ms. Kokoto should be an ordinary person?"

Ye Mozheng stopped writing and looked at him expressionlessly.

"The secrecy of spells is not a decoration."

"But it's not that Mikoto Komiko himself doesn't know the existence of spells?" Gojo Satoru asked, "Aren't spells useful for students to prepare a few copies?"

He tapped on the photo on the table that had been sent with the previous mission.

Even without mentioning the spells in her hands that even the Wutiao family has lost, being able to reach an agreement with the high-level people in the magic world can also show that she herself is not ignorant of spells.

In the case of Miko Huming, the secrecy regulations are not so applicable.

Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, "Besides, is there any harm in having one more teacher teaching the class?"

What Mikoto Mikoto can teach is useful anyway, and no one else can teach it.

What's wrong with doing more than one thing?

"If it's a teacher like you, then don't come again."

Ye Mozheng said calmly, but flipped through various forms in the folder in his hand.

He took out a blank form from it, and pushed it in front of Gojo Satoru together with the strap pen.

"If you want to find someone, just apply by yourself."

How can this work?Who would want to write something like that!

Gojo Satoru decisively dragged the chair away from the desk.

He just didn't want to apply for it himself, so he found the right way for Noctua Moth.

Otherwise, he would have thrown the form to the basket of rotten oranges.

Specifically how to get people back is something that Rotten Oranges need to worry about.

But this is the student's sweetheart after all.

Let those rotten oranges mediate, I am afraid that the impression score will directly drop into a negative number...

Staring at the blank form, Gojo Satoru gasped.

In the end, he was still driven by something like "teacher's responsibilities", which he didn't know if there was any, and pulled over the form.

Who told him to be the most reliable Wutiao teacher?

The completed form was thrown by Gojo Satoru on Noctua Masato's desk.

Immediately, he walked out of the principal's office while saying, "Today is a good day to eat Xijiufu."

As for whether Gojo Wu went to eat Xijiufu, Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't bother to delve into it.

He pinched his frowning brows, looked at the form, and sighed deeply.

Finding an ordinary person to teach is not particularly troublesome.

But the trouble is that this person is still a cadre of the port mafia.

People are also busy with a lot of things every day, so how can they have the time to teach.

Thinking of this, Ye Mo Zhengdao felt even more headache.

He took out his mobile phone melancholy, and pressed the number he had used for previous contact.

It took a long time for the call to be answered.

The frivolous "Aha?" from the person who answered the phone made Ye Mozhengdao's headache a little deeper.

He resisted the subtle displeasure in his heart and explained the matter in detail.

However, after he finished his long speech, the person on the phone was silent for a while.

The other party's voice sounded calmer and more serious than before.

"Only this matter, I can't be her master."

The voice on the phone slowly said an answer that Noctua Moth Zhengdao had expected.

It was just the next sentence that followed him by surprise.

"So I'll give you the contact information of someone who can call the shots."

Osamu Dazai sat by the river bank, watching the setting sun in the sky.

Compared with the dog curly thorn, the existence of Gojo Satoru made him feel more troublesome.

After all, he was Kokodo's biological brother.

Closing his eyelids, Osamu Dazai passed on Mori Ogai's contact information to Yamo Masamichi.

After that, he didn't confirm whether Noctua Moth Zhengdao had memorized the string of numbers, but just lay down skillfully in the river.

After the non-waterproof mobile phone was soaked in the river water, it was declared scrapped within a few seconds.

The call was also cut off.

Noctua Zhengdao, who was sitting in the principal's office of the high school of conjuration, didn't know what happened to the person on the other side of the phone.

He just dialed the number according to the contact information that Osamu Dazai told him.

"Hello? This is Alice, who are you looking for?"

The girl's crisp laughter sounded on the other end of the phone.

There are also vague words of the man mourning the auction of his collection.

The night moth came in without knowing the right way, so he had to ask: "Little friend, can you let your adults answer the phone?"

"Are you looking for Lin Taro?"

Alice turned her head to look at Mori Ogai who was holding the auction leaflet, and her smile deepened.

"Rin Taro - answer the phone!"

She trotted to Mori Ogai, and handed over the phone "intimately".

Looking at the number displayed on the screen, Mori Ogai immediately stopped his fake crying.

With a cold arc at the corner of his mouth, he took the phone and put it to his ear.

"Principal of the Tokyo Metropolitan Higher School of Magic, Night Moth Zhengdao?"

The other party blatantly revealed his identity, which almost made Noctua Zhengdao wonder if he had specially joined forces with the previous person.

He coughed in embarrassment, and had no choice but to explain why he came.

After patiently listening to Noctua Masamichi's narration, Mori Ogai was not surprised.

He just sat down at his desk, picked up a signature pen, and wrote something on a special silver-white paper.

"To tell you the truth, Kokoto told me a few days ago that he wanted to take a long vacation to deal with his personal affairs."

Mori Ogai drew a successful full stop at the end of the paragraph.

"Forcibly depriving the subordinate of her vacation, and sending her tasks that were not within the scope of work..."

"It's hard for me too."

Hearing that "Mikoto could have had a vacation", Masamune also knew how insincere Gojo Satoru threw it.

He bit the bullet and said, "We won't arrange too much work for her here, we just hope that she can give the students a little bit of advice during her vacation, which is enough."

"If my subordinates can get enough rest, I shouldn't have any objections. It's a pity that the magic world is probably no better than the port mafia. How can I let my subordinates go to such a place for vacation?"

Moth Zhengdao deeply agrees.

If it were him, he would also keep his subordinates who are ordinary people away from such a place of right and wrong as the magic world.

It's a pity that he is now the one who asked the other party to send someone over.

Looking at the unreasonable words in the reason for the application, "Bring people here", Ye Mo Zhengdao only felt that his career as a teacher was really ill-fated.

No, not many.

It's just Wujo Wu's class.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't convinced him with a spell...

Noctua Masamichi sighed, and continued to mediate with Mori Ogai.

After confirming that the follow-up price will be communicated with Gojo Satoru personally by Miko Tonomi, Masamune Noctua finally heaves a sigh of relief.

At the end of the topic, he assured: "Please rest assured, we will guarantee the personal safety of Ms. Kokodo during her tenure at the school."

"Oh? I really don't doubt that."

Mori Ogai nodded to Alice, indicating that she could go to Mikoto Ming.

He smiled inscrutablely, "If something goes wrong, I'm afraid you will be more anxious than us."

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence, Noctua Moth Zhengdao decided to give up investigating further.

He just felt that this conversation had exhausted all the patience he had accumulated for Wujou these days.

God knows what a headache it feels to have all the conversations being dragged along.

Just compared with Gojo Satoru...

It seems that Gojo Satoru is even better.

Night Moth hangs up the phone on the right way, pulls out the seal, and prints it on the form.

In short, he has done everything he can do, and the rest is all about Gojo Satoru.

On the Yokohama side, Kokoto took Alice by the hand and walked out of Mori Ogai's office when called.

She didn't knock on the door, but just pushed it open and walked in.

"Has Mr. Sen received the flyer from Boers Auction House?"

Kokoto clasped his hands together, and then held them together.

She joked with a smile: "Fortunately, those two pieces were made by famous masters, and the materials were expensive, otherwise they wouldn't be able to make up for the loss this time."

When mentioning the little skirt, Mori Ogai covered his heart and choked for an instant.

He just bought a gemstone of the same color as Alice's eyes, and found a craftsman to make a headband.

How can I start with Alice's little skirt!

The heartbroken "old father" held his forehead, and said in a very heavy tone, "Have you finished dealing with Yokohama?"

"The mastermind behind the increase in the frequency of spell events has also been identified." Mikoto put his hands in his pockets calmly.

According to Yu's confession, and the eavesdropping of the meeting between Senator Kamo and Xia Youjie that day, she can be sure that the root of the recent spell incident in Yokohama and the frequent occurrence of spell spirits is the Panxing Cult.

But the problem that needs to be solved now is-why the other party did these things in Yokohama, and what result he wants to get.

Mori Ogai raised his head and turned to support his chin.

With his other hand, he held up the silver hand letter that he had just written.

"Then... I will leave it to you to investigate the Panxing Sect. It should be more convincing to join in this way?"

Looking at the words on the silver hand, Kokoto closed his eyes.

Indeed, if you want to find out the plan of the Panxing Sect, as an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to do it.

And that's why I'm going to take a leave of absence.

"Okay, boss."

The author says:

wtw (decisive): Look at my assists!

Kokodo: pack up and go to Panxingjiao.

It was hopeless, and only Mikoto appeared in the world where he was concentrating on his career.

?You ask Mr. Sen?Mr. Sen is still melancholy about his little skirts.

感谢在2021-11-1719:17:52~2021-11-1920:53:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of orange tea with a spoonful; 1 bottle for the north and south;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!