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The holder of [Ultimate Anti-Spell Power: Disqualification in the World] has already been known to the higher-ups about his work in the High School of Conjuration.
This matter can't be kept secret for long, Wujo Wu and Ye Mo Zhengdao couldn't be more clear.
The only thing to be thankful for now is the fact that "Osamu Dazai|body|inner|integrated|integrated into Su Nuo's fingers", those idiots and high-ranking officials still don't know about it, and it is also thanks to Osamu Dazai's bug-like technique.
"Did the high-level inform you to go for an interview tomorrow? Wu."
"Yeah, and told me to bring my little classmates." Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa with his hands behind his head and said slowly, "Those old guys know how to ask questions. It's really hard."
Knowing that he is no match for him, why bother to find trouble?The brain circuit of the old guy immersed in the old era is really beyond his comprehension.
Generation gap.
Thinking of having to fight with the old guys tomorrow, Gojo Satoru grinned, nothing but annoying.
"Wu you to Tsushima...ah, forget it." Noctua Masamichi pushed up the sunglasses: "What are your plans for Osamu Dazai? Is there any progress in stripping off the "finger"?"
Noctua Masamune cherishes Osamu Dazai who possesses precious spells, even without that precious spells...
Night Moth Zhengdao thought about it, and it would probably be difficult for him to give up on a child who had already given up on himself.
At the age of 15, even if a conjurer is a high-risk occupation, there is still a lot of youth to enjoy.
"Intend?" Wujo Satoru repeated softly, and his mind flashed back to his eyes that were full of misty colors under the sun at noon that day.
Gojo Satoru straightened his back: "The plan is that I will never give up my little classmate! I promised. Even if he exiles himself from the world, I will definitely bring him back again, no matter how many times."
...
"Before I fall deeper, you can catch my words..."
"Ah, no matter how many times you repeat, I will definitely catch you. I am the strongest."
"...!"
The young man timidly avoided those eyes filled with the blue sea, and desperately ignored the crumbling corner of his heart, pretending that he was not even half moved by that sentence.
Gojo Satoru couldn't see the boy's escape, he stepped forward, clasped the boy's frail shoulders, and bent down to look at the kite eye regardless of the boy's willingness.
That eye is saying: I want to escape!Want to escape immediately to the corner of the darkness where there is no light and curl up!
"I will catch you." Gojo Satoru paused every word, extremely solemn.
...
"As for the matter of stripping Su Nuo's "finger"..." Wujo Wu scratched his head: "Oh, I have no idea at all. Even if I am the strongest, I still have a headache when I encounter that anti-magic spell."
"Okay, you should take care of it, and there shouldn't be any big troubles."
"Well, don't worry, Headmaster Night Moth."
The night is dark, and the night accompanied by the chirping of cicadas in summer makes the high school located in the suburb far away from the city lonely.
Gojo Satoru took off the blindfold, tilted his head, touched his chin and thought for a while, before quickly deciding where to go next.
Destination: boys dormitory!
From a distance, Gojo Satoru saw the figure in the corridor.
Deeper, Dazai Osamu was sitting on the porch with his coat on, holding a cherry cake in his hand and taking small bites.
The moonlight, which seemed blue but not blue, shone on Osamu Dazai's immature face, which made him more dusty.
"Ah, are you waiting for the teacher?" Gojo Satoru was not polite at all, sat next to Osamu Dazai, and directly picked up the last piece of sakura mochi from the ossuary and stuffed it into his mouth.
Osamu Dazai smacked his lips twice, and the cherry cake in his mouth suddenly tasted bad: "You have a really thick skin."
After saying this, Osamu Dazai raised his hand and wiped the glutinous rice flour stuck to his fingers on Gojo Satoru's uniform.
"Don't say that~" Gojo Satoru didn't care about Dazai Osamu's movements, swallowed the cherry cake, turned his face and looked at Dazai Osamu with a smile: "The teacher gave you the cherry cake anyway? And, don't forget, little The current food and clothing expenses of the students are all under the care of the teacher."
While talking, Gojo Gojo smirked and pulled the boy's fat cheeks with both hands: "You have to respect Jin|Lord, um~"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" ?
Osamu Dazai couldn't believe it, he raised his hands with widened eyes and started to slap wildly.
"Hahahaha it's useless, it's useless—!"
It really doesn't work.
After a lot of effort, Osamu Dazai couldn't slap the hands that were making trouble on his face. In the end, Gojo Satoru had enough trouble and let go.
Covering his reddened cheeks, Osamu Dazai grumbled and glared furiously like a kitten: "Wow, you are indeed a terrible adult!"
"Pfft—I'm sorry." Gojo Satoru stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked slightly sideways: "Tomorrow, my little classmate has to go with me to meet the higher-ups. Well, don't worry about anything, anyway. Is there a teacher here?"
After speaking, Gojo Satoru walked away with his long legs.
Seeing the back of the other party gradually disappearing into the night, Osamu Dazai muttered in a low voice: "Take care of yourself, uncle——"
The higher-ups are indeed some rotten old guys, but no matter how rotten they are, they are on the side of the curser, and it is the curser who really needs to worry.
Osamu Dazai got up and stood on the spot, his exposed kite eyes did not move away from the direction where Gojo Satoru disappeared.
He knows better than anyone what kind of existence he is.
As long as he is Osamu Dazai, he is destined to fall into the center of violence and bloody storm. 【Note 1
While disseminating the effects of different abilities to obtain information, there are naturally costs that follow.
Is it okay?
It might be super bad, Gojo Satoru——
【I will catch you. 】
"Unbelievable. People's hearts are absolutely untrustworthy."
The lightly voice was easily blown away by the evening wind.
Osamu Dazai raised his head to look at the night sky, the sun and the moon still had a solar eclipse and a blood moon, let alone a weightless human statement.
...
Gojo Satoru was stopped.
Osamu Dazai has already stepped in with both feet.
"Oh, I can't. Little students need teachers very much."
Wutiao Wushuang|inserted|pocketed, the smile on his face deepened little by little, and on the contrary, there was a sudden frightening aura around him.
"While I am still willing to solve the problem peacefully, let's make concessions quickly, without losing face."
Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand with a smile.
"This..." The intercepted person was also very innocent, he didn't want to face the strongest one at all!
"Ha..." Osamu Dazai yawned sleepily, interrupting Gojo Satoru's move to simply push the man away: "Instead of letting uncle bring unnecessary hatred to me, I really should deal with it myself."
Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes hidden under the blindfold: "Ah? Is this little classmate disliking the teacher?"
"It's as if I despised you for the first time." Osamu Dazai turned around, and waved his hand with his back to Gojo Satoru: "I'll see you later, old~teacher~"
Gojo Satoru's handsome face instantly turned into a steamed bun face.
1 minutes.
5 minutes.
10 minutes.
Wujo Wuhuan leaned against the wall with his arms and shook his legs, becoming impatient every second. At the moment when his patience was completely exhausted, he saw the little classmate who was walking briskly.
"How is it?" Gojo Satoru straightened his back, hooked off the blindfold, and looked him up and down with his blue eyes: "Have you been embarrassed?"
"No." Osamu Dazai let out a sneer, his exposed kite eyes filled with endless sarcasm and malice: "As uncle said, they are a bunch of idiots."
Using a little bit of rhetoric, easily believing that he will be used by them, and even promising high | treatment, as if he is afraid that he will run away with disqualification in the world, is really stupid enough.
So, in less than 15 minutes, can you get rid of those stubborn old guys?
Gojo Satoru frowned suddenly, and at this moment, a severe coldness rushed from the soles of his feet to his brain.
"...Well, that's good." In the end, he just smiled, and stepped back to the side, revealing the shivering man: "This is Yidichi Jiegao, who is in charge of assisting the magician, and he will send you to the boy later| Yuan and Yuren and the others meet."
The bully-looking man with glasses nodded weakly at Osamu Dazai.
God knows how much pressure he was under during these nearly 15 minutes, the strongest is terrifying!
Osamu Dazai blinked: "What about uncle?"
Gojo Wujo spread his hands and said with a smile, "I'm going on a business trip. Don't miss me too much, my little classmate~"
Osamu Dazai grinned his teeth and let out a "huh": "Old man | It's scary to be passionate."
"Well, anyway, this is the first time for this little classmate to work as a conjurer." Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder: "Come on."
Osamu Dazai turned around immediately with a puffy face.
Gojo Satoru heard the boy's childish murmur, "I knew that I would be manipulated wantonly by a bad adult." With such words, he shook his head with a smile.
After all, it is the age that loves to play and make trouble.
The author has something to say: Note 1: Original text.
Jaime can be the best kid or the worst kid.