don't bother me soar

Chapter 114

The 28-year-old Mr. Gojo Satoru still has the same sense of distance as the 16-year-old. The difference is that he didn't understand it before, but now he understands it and doesn't care.

However, Gojo Satoru has been doing whatever he wants for so many years, and this is the first time he has met someone who reacts as strongly as Hikari.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head with great interest, and deliberately took another step closer to the light, obviously threatening, and Fu Heihui on the side could see it.

It's just that this time Guangli held back the discomfort in his heart, and made another outrageous move.

"Teacher Wujo, I'm Xingjian Guangli. I'm not used to getting too close to people." Guangli explained his actions just now. It's the same thing in his heart when he faces Wujo Wu. It's another thing for him to live in Wujo Wushou during the year.

Even if Gojo Satoru, a busy person, may have much time to give him lessons, it is obviously not a thing to offend the class teacher on the first day of enrollment.

"Well, I know, I've read your profile." Gojo Satoru nodded, no longer approaching the light, he straightened his waist, showing the advantage of his figure to the fullest, "Now I'm going to go through the formalities, right? I was free just now, I'll take you there, how about having a teacher-student conversation to get acquainted?"

After he said that, Guangli naturally had no way to refuse, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.

Fu Heihui disappeared quickly, he didn't want to stay any longer and be teased by Gojo Satoru, so take care of yourself, classmate.

The college campus is always empty and deserted, which is different between Kyoto and Tokyo.

On the road paved with bricks, Hikari, who was one step behind Wujo Wujo, felt a little uneasy, because someone who said that there was a teacher-student conversation kept talking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

If you can keep going quietly like this, you are afraid that the other party will suddenly attack you.

But sometimes it's just fear of what will come.

Gojo Satoru in front of him stopped suddenly, and turned around holding his chin: "Guangli-chan, you won't really forget, will you?"

The golden pupils in Guangli shrank suddenly, and stopped quickly, looked up at the slightly slumped waist, and cared for his height inexplicably, so that he didn't have to look up too hard and said to the man: "What?"

"The magic tool you wear." Gojo Satoru was fully aware of his movements, and said to himself, "I remembered that I gave you this ugly thing back then, don't you remember?"

I didn't know that the magic glasses were given by Gojo Satoru, and pursed his lips in the light: "I don't know..."

Gojo Satoru patted his forehead: "I almost forgot, it's not surprising that you don't remember, how old were you at that time."

"However, the effect of thinking about this thing is quite strong. Now you are so ugly that my eyes hurt."

When Zhi Zhi spoke, Gojo Satoru had been observing the young man behind him with the [-]-degree perspective of the six eyes.

Gojo Satoru may be disgusted and wary of the young man with the background of the Director’s Council, but the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru will not be a warlord. He will not implicate the boy in the struggle with the Director’s Council. The observation just now is also out of consideration for future students .

It's just that Gojo Satoru expected that a kind heart that had been done for many years has now tricked him.

Qiangqiang himself has the judgment of the public, and knows that his face is handsome, but he doesn't care about the ugliness of others, regardless of his appearance, he treats everyone equally, and his weak professional ethics as a teacher also prevents him from commenting on the students' physical defects .

However, when he quietly observed his students, the magic tool not only added a solid ugly filter to the young man, but also tried his best to interfere with his perception—so close to materializing the word "I'm ugly" on the young man's head up!

The more sensitive people are, the more strongly they will be deluded by the magic tool. Simply put, the more they look at it, the more ugly they feel.

There is really Gojo Satoru who was so ugly: Thank you, it is very effective, so ugly that I almost destroyed my students humanely.

"Can you take this thing off first? The teacher's eyes are really hurting now." Wujo Satoru rubbed his eyes with a very sincere tone, and he swore that he was really sincere now.

Guangli hesitated for a while, but finally shook his head and agreed: "Sorry, I..."

"Come on, teacher, try to be patient." Gojo Gojo said very hard.

He spoke in the light of unknown what he was talking about, but the strangeness in his heart subsided, and the strong aversion to him disappeared.

This made Hikari heave a sigh of relief.

Gojo Satoru actually talked to Mitsuri about some teacher-student topics after receiving him. Not only did Mitsuri have a deeper impression of him being cynical and freewheeling, but it also made Mitsuri feel that his life in the coming year might not be too much.

Mitsuri, who was ordered by the higher-ups to transfer to another school, went through the formalities at the Academic Affairs Office, went through a cutscene in the office of the principal Yaga Masamichi, and was sent back to the dormitory by Gojo Satoru.

After closing the dormitory door to obtain a space alone, Hikari patted his chest lightly, and heaved a sigh of relief.

The presence of the strongest conjurer is too strong, and the overly familiar attitude also makes Guangli feel uncomfortable. Even if the opponent's iconic eyes are covered by blindfolds, Guangli can feel the penetrating vision that almost makes his hair stand on end from time to time.

It was a terrifying gaze that seemed to be able to see every inch of his flesh and blood through his skin.

The prestige of Six Eyes is well-deserved, even if he treats the other party as a student with no malice and is restrained enough, he still feels very uncomfortable.

Guangli didn't know that other people felt this way when getting along with Wujo Satoru. Maybe he was a little sensitive, and I hope he can adapt after getting familiar with him.

It's a pity that the reality is not as expected. That day was the only time that Guangli saw Gojo Satoru during his first week of enrollment. After that, the strongest conjurer was busy exorcising curse spirits everywhere, and had time to teach students.

The two first-year students were completely freed. Classes were either self-study, or assistant supervisors helped teach some general courses, and they also trained with the second-year students.

One week is enough to get acquainted with his classmates and second graders. He is a bit cold-tempered, not withdrawn. In addition, there are as many twists and turns among the students as adults. Once he is familiar with the relationship, he will soon be able to stand up.

The time Mikari saw Gojo Satoru again was in the high school's infirmary.

Guangli and Fu Heihui went on a mission together. The second-level spell spirit was not difficult for the two second-level magicians, but there was a small accident when they were protecting the survivors.

"Can a gunshot wound be considered a minor accident?"

The bullets just taken out by the family are still on the metal tray of the medical cart, and they look a bit hideous with blood stains.

Standing on the hospital bed, Gojo Satoru bent down and poked the blood-stained bandage on Fu Heihui's abdomen.

Fu Heihui took a breath, and decisively slapped his cheap hand away.

"I'm sorry, it was my negligence. I noticed that the man had a gun in his hand. Classmate Fu Hei was injured to protect me."

Gojo Satoru turned his back to Guangli, and Guangli, who couldn't see his expression, thought he was dissatisfied, so he apologized and explained for Fu Heihui.

Hearing this, Fu Heihui straightened up when he saw Wutiao Wujing, and turned to look at Guangli: "Why is Guangli so eager to admit his mistake? The teacher still blames you——Grade, how do you deal with the wound on Guangli's face?"

Halfway through Gojo Wujo's words, his face suddenly became cold, and his tone was frighteningly cold.

Attracted by his nervous voice, Jia Ruozi thought that he had a serious medical accident, but when he took a closer look, the small scratch on the boy's face was almost healed.

She said speechlessly: "It should be dealt with, and you won't be able to see it later."

Hikari turned his head uncomfortably after being watched by Gojo Satoru's words, but the culprit said with a smile, "Who let the spell in Hikari affect my judgment? I thought the injury was serious."

"Is it true?"

Jia Ruozi rolled his eyes: "It's clear now."

"That's it." Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction.

Jia Ruozi looked at him miraculously: "Why don't I know when you became an old mother, Wutiao?"

"You care about students so much?"

Gojo Satoru gave another frivolous and unscrupulous smile: "When did I stop caring about the students? It's all said to be the influence of the spell."

"Those glasses." Jia Ruozi turned his head and took a look, the black-haired boy was as gray and unremarkable as always, "It is said that you gave it to me, right?"

"Yes." Wujo Wu nodded triumphantly, "I'm an adult!"

"Come on, if it can affect your judgment, you can still send it out? Are you so generous?" Jia Ruzi directly demolished him.

Of course it was impossible, no matter how generous Wujo Satoru was, he would not be an enemy. He was not sloppy in major matters, and he would not do such a thing as giving a heavy magic tool that could affect him to a stranger.

Perhaps it is only because the person using the spell is special that this value is added to the spell.

Wutiaowu picked up the grievances of the family, he chose to say to Guangli: "Don't think too much about Guangli, the teacher blamed you, Hui... well, this kid seems to be a bit unlucky, every time he is injured, he is always indispensable."

"Uh..." Fu Heihui was speechless, but couldn't find a reason to refute him.

Guangli looked at Fu Heihui, didn't know how to answer, it didn't look right no matter what.

"It's getting late." Gojo Satoru glanced at the sky outside the window, and looked at Guangli, "You go back first, I will go to the dormitory to find you later, I have something to talk to you about."

"En." Guangli nodded with relief, and left in a hurry.

Gojo Satoru then walked out of the ward together with Yariko, and took out a lollipop from the pocket of his gown. As Yariko was tearing open the wrapper, an extra hand appeared on his face.

"What about your own?"

"It's finished." Gojo Satoru turned out the pockets of his uniform coat, even the candy wrappers.

Gojo Satoru, who had gotten a lollipop from the hand of Jia Ruizi as he wished, swallowed the candy. The round top of the candy made his cheeks swell slightly, and the supplement of sugar made him squint his eyes comfortably.

"What's going on?" Jiarui Nitro asked vaguely.

"You found out, Nitro." Qiang Qiang said nonsense.

"It's strange if you can't find it? Do you know how you made me feel just now?"

"What does it feel like?" Wujo Wujo was curious.

"Slimy is very disgusting."

"Wow, that's too exaggerated, right?" Gojo Wujo let out a dissatisfied bang, biting the candy in his mouth.

"As soon as you see him, your tone becomes lighter. Don't tell me that you noticed it yourself."

"Ah...ha, it seems obvious."

Jia Ruozi frowned, but Wujo Wu quickly relaxed, as if he wasn't the one who sneered just now.

"The problem is not with that child, I am sure. I will solve it as soon as possible, I still have the teacher's morality, Nitro." Gojo Wu said solemnly.

Isn't that your problem?How do you solve it?

Jia Ruozi really wanted to ask him directly, but gave up.

Although Gojo Satoru may seem unscrupulous, the facts are still very trustworthy.

More than ten years of trust made Jia Ruozi ask a lot: "Then hurry up, I really like that child."

"Huh? You're actually interested in Guangli-chan? No way, teacher-student love!"

"Uh..." I can't talk anymore today.

The family entered the nitro and turned around to leave.