You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

"You wait here first, Wu will be out of class soon."

Seeing you again, Ye Mo Zhengdao looked a little dazed, "I heard that the higher ups are going to send someone over, but I didn't expect it to be you..."

He really couldn't understand how you became a high-level emissary and took on such an embarrassing task—yes, it's embarrassing, you, who are still underage, want to urge marriage to the strongest student in the magic world, the student he is teaching Probably older than you.

No matter how you look at it, you are not the best candidate for this mission. Noctua Masamune even felt that Gojo Satoru would throw you out of the high school as soon as you uttered the first word.

You don't have as many thoughts as he does, so you asked curiously, "Can I go to Wujo Satoru's class?"

Noctua Zhengdao hesitated for a moment, but nodded and said, "Come with me."

You said behind him: "I thought you wouldn't agree."

"It's just an ordinary gymnastics class..."

"That's also the physical technique taught by the strongest magician."

The footsteps of Noctuma Zhengdao faltered, and you chuckled lightly, "Are you almost there?"

You look forward, the buildings of the college are antique, the houses are mostly made of wood, and the sound insulation effect is really mediocre, so you can still hear the sound of fighting in the building when you are still outside.

Ye Mozheng took a look at you and opened the door. The inside was designed like a kendo gym. When you pass through the changing room, you can see several figures swaying in your sight, among which the white one is the most dazzling. Move around surrounded by others.

"Work harder, if you don't work harder, the teacher will punish you—"

Gojo Satoru didn't activate the no-lower-limit technique, he put his hands in his pockets, and while dodging the attacks of the crowd, he said leisurely, "Let me think about it, this time I will punish those who miss me this time, and wash me for a week. clothing……"

"I want to wash too?" Nagasaki Yarose asked in shock.

"Of course, the teacher treats all students equally~~"

Gojo Satoru's brisk tone suddenly stopped, and the sunglasses slipped off his nose, revealing a pair of blue eyes just in line with your gaze.

With a sound of "咻", a long nail flew past his hair, Nagizaki Ye Qiangwei stopped, and shouted in surprise and relief: "Teacher Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand, then turned to ask you, "Do you want to try Morimiya-san?"

Hu Zhang and Fu Heihui also looked over.

You shook your head: "No."

"Try it~"

"No." You firmly refused.

Gojo Satoru glanced at you regretfully, then turned to see the students around you were also looking at you, clapped his hands quickly, and drew their attention back: "Okay, okay, continue with the class."

Ye Mozheng stood beside you, his eyes were a little inquiring: "Why don't Morimiya-san try it?"

"I will have sequelae when using spells."

"It's just a simple competition of physical skills..."

The righteous voice of Noctua Moth suddenly became subtle, because the only voices in the huge venue are your voices, no matter how soft it is, it is very clear when it is mixed with the voices of the sparring.

Wujo Wujo, who was still active just now, seemed to have been sealed, and even his expression became stern.

Although Hu Zhang and Fu Heihui didn't talk to you, their eyes still glance over here from time to time.

Especially Fu Heihui, who almost wrote the entanglement on his face, and his smooth offensive made mistakes several times due to complicated thoughts.

"Forget it, let's get here first today." Gojo Satoru called to stop.

After kicking out the students with different thoughts, he came to you, the culprit, and asked with a displeased face, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll urge you to get married." You said concisely.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ye Mo Zhengdao, who hadn't left yet, was choked and looked at you worriedly, afraid that you would anger Gojo Satoru.

You think that he stayed probably to protect you, lest you be beaten by Gojo Satoru, but Gojo Satoru's reaction was unexpected.

"Is that all?" Gojo Satoru asked, "What else?"

"What else?" You blinked.

"Gift, why don't you bring a gift when you come to see me?"

"Didn't you just see it two days ago?"

"Then take it too!"

The night moth on the side said rightly: "... If there is nothing else, I will go first."

He is also very busy and has no time to listen to your childish conversations that are comparable to elementary school students.

After he left without a word, you took out a white envelope from your pocket, "As for gifts, I don't know if this counts."

Before the words were finished, your hand was empty, and the envelope had been snatched by Gojo Satoru.

He didn't rush to open it, he took the envelope and looked over it over and over again, trying to find some kind of message from this unwritten envelope, "What is this? A love letter?"

You smiled and said, "You'll know if you take it apart and have a look."

Gojo Satoru opened the seal, stretched out his slender fingers, and caught a few thin sheets of paper, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

You were still smiling, he took out the few pieces of paper, and suddenly his face darkened.

The paper was crumpled into a ball in the palm of his hand, and there were many pictures of girls printed on it. The pure or beautiful girls didn't win him the slightest sympathy, and they were all crumpled by his fingers. .

The spell emanated from his palm, shattered the photos, and scattered paper scraps on the floor. He looked at you with a livid face.

You quickly restrained your smile and looked at him innocently.

"Why isn't that person with you?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Do you want to call him?" You took out your phone, "Then I'll call?"

With a "snap", the spell hit your phone, sending it flying and hitting the wall behind you.

There was a dull thumping sound from the solid wood wall, Gojo Satoru withdrew his fingers, his expression became colder and colder, and the aura emanating from his body was extremely suppressed, as if he would strike you in the next second.

You sneered: "What? Not happy?"

"Didn't you name me here?"

Gojo Satoru's cold blue pupils trembled, and you reached into your pocket again, and took out the same white envelope.

You took out photos one after another, a girl with short black hair and a pale face; a girl with black curly hair and tattoos on her body; and a student with black hair, a violin bag, and a well-behaved face...

These people more or less have the shadow of Miyamura Yizheng.

"Without your hint, it's impossible for those people to find these photos accurately, right?"

You said in a colder voice than his: "I only thought of urging you to get married at the age of 28, don't you think it's too late?"

Gojo Satoru was already looking down at you, stared at by your displeased eyes, he couldn't help but drooped a little more, the white hair on his head was shaking, he pushed the slipped sunglasses, and put the erratic His eyes are hidden behind the glasses.

It is true that he hinted at those people, let them find these girls with the characteristics of Miyamura Imasa, and then named you to accept the task——

If he hadn't stimulated you in this way, you wouldn't have come to the college at all, and you wouldn't have met him.

He asked with a confused expression, "Are you angry?"

You remained silent.

He suddenly laughed, "I thought you didn't care."

"It was so unfeeling when I left school..." He remembered the day when Principal Moth persuaded you to leave. You couldn't wait to get into the car, like a bird eager to jump out of a cage. isolated in a different world.

He laughed again, took the photo in your hand, and looked through it calmly.

"I like black hair, don't you think it matches me well?"

He flipped through the photos and commented with a smile: "This is not bad, the tattoo is pretty."

"Wow, that's cool!"

He picked up a photo and put it in front of you: "What do you think of her?"

The girl in the photo is wearing a V-neck short sweater, which shows off her graceful figure with her belly button exposed. The skinny jeans outline her exquisite legs. However, the most exaggerated thing is the tattoos all over her body, whether it is her arms or her waist , You can see the strange black lines on the exposed skin.

Even though her face doesn't bear any resemblance to Miyamura's, you still feel uncomfortable.

You calmed down and said: "I just think that since you have already resolved the matter of urging the marriage, don't bring up the old things again and give them hope. You don't have enough things to deal with every day, so why bother yourself ..."

"Ha," Gojo Satoru gave a short laugh, interrupting your instructions, "If you don't want me to meet her, you can just say so."

"I do not have!"

"Don't be so quick to deny."

Gojo Satoru smiled slyly, "If you don't want me to date her, you can go with me yourself."

"impossible!"

Gojo Satoru kept smiling, holding the photo in front of your eyes, shaking again and again, "You go by yourself, or let her go with me, you choose one?"

"Choose faster." His other hand is behind his back, his tall body leans down, he bends down to get closer to you, his handsome and charming face is only a few feet away from you, and the warm breath of his words brushes your cheek , bringing you an unparalleled sense of urgency, "I'll count to three, if you don't choose quickly, I'll make the decision for you myself."

"three two--"

"You go with her!"

You interrupted him abruptly, taking a step back.

Gojo Gojo frowned, and lowered his head, his blue eyes pierced through the top of the sunglasses and shone into yours.

"You go with her." You repeated, "Since you are interested, it would be great, and I will bring back the good news."

You backed away as you spoke.

Gojo Satoru made a strike like lightning, and you avoided it sideways, his fingers brushed between your floating long chestnut hair, as if reaching for running water, even though he tightened his fingers quickly, he still missed.

He frowned even tighter, and a spell came out from his fingers, heading straight for you.

You quickly dodged to the side, the spell flew past you and hit the closed window, the solid wood window shattered in an instant, you jumped on the window, turned around and said: "You don't even want to go, why do you want me to choose?"

Gojo Satoru put away his hands, his slender body seemed to have turned into a sculpture, his expression was indescribably stiff and cold in the slightly dim venue.

You jump outside the window, and the feeling of being grounded gives you a little bit of security across a wall.

You patted the sawdust on your clothes, and suddenly heard Gojo Satoru's suppressed voice.

"I have a favorite person."

"Not brunette, and no tattoos."

"Many years younger than me, and very bad, always trying to make me angry."

He stares at you intently.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you forced a smile and said, "What's the use of telling me this."

"I just wanted to tell you—"

Gojo Satoru paused, and said with great certainty: "I must get him."

His voice became more and more cold, and the determination in his words made your body stiff.

You said unnaturally: "Stop talking to yourself, maybe he wants you to give up."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Want me to give up?"

He smiled and asked you: "Do I think I'm the kind of person who always cares about other people's feelings?"

"It's someone you like anyway, at least pay attention to it?"

"I won't."

Wujo Wu said: "I want him, I must get him."

There was a hint of desperate madness in his expression, just like when he wanted to take you back to the high school, you couldn't help but rub your forehead, feeling the urge to sigh.

Gojo Satoru looked at you helplessly, and suddenly asked, "After you take this status, you have three assessment tasks, right?"

You said "ah".

Gojo Satoru said: "The other two have also named you, you can go with me, you can't refuse."

"I am also one of your recommenders. If you refuse my task, you will directly fail the assessment."

You startled.

Only now do you know that he also contributed to your becoming a high-level person.

Wujo Satoru——

Taking advantage of his familiarity with the rules, he beat you hard.

"Since you know that I am 28 years old, you should realize that I am no longer the person who was at your mercy."

Gojo Satoru said, "You don't have the right to refuse me now."

"I will send the task information directly to your mobile phone. When the time comes, you will come alone and you are not allowed to bring others."