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The night moth's doubts about the right path continued until Wujo Wulai.

With the principal's serious tone, even Gojo Satoru didn't dare to be late. After answering the call, he took Haruki Juyama and slipped out of his house like a thief, avoiding people all the way over the wall to the place where Yijizhi was parking, looking left and right With one click, the door was quickly slammed shut.

Now that Gojo Satoru sat on the co-pilot, Izuyama Haruki was happy to monopolize the large space in the back, leisurely followed him and opened the rear door, nodded to Yijizhi before sitting in.

Yi Dizhi also nodded to Haruki Jushan with a guilty conscience, then retracted his gaze to start the car, and stretched out his arms stiffly to hold the steering wheel.

He had something on his mind, his feet were unsteady, and he stepped on the accelerator a little hard when he started, and the car jumped out all of a sudden.

Before Gojo Satoru could do anything, he was slapped back on the seat by the sudden start of the vehicle.

"Five, Teacher Wutiao," Yidizhi regained consciousness and controlled the speed of the car in time, "Seat belt...seat belt."

After getting in the car and slamming the door, Gojo Satoru, who was crossing his arms and didn't know what he was thinking, was a little dazed when he was suddenly slapped back on his seat. .

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru straightened his waist and turned around in displeasure: "Why don't you tell him to wear a seat belt."

Jushan Haruki raised his eyebrows at Wujo Wu: "Maybe it's because I'm a curse spirit?"

Wujo Wu: "...? Then according to what you say, I can't be killed?"

Is there no lower limit just to put it there?

"But if you are photographed, points will be deducted and a fine will be deducted," Yi Dizhi said weakly, "and Teacher Ye Moth already knows about you skipping class and coming to our family. If you are left behind by the traffic police for education, you will be late."

After all, what Ye Mozheng said to him when he was on the phone came to the principal's office in half an hour.

Even if Wutiao Wu can teleport, he will definitely not teleport with a curse spirit.

Obviously, Haruki Iyama would not let Gojo Satoru lift his collar.

If he was really caught, the traffic police would not be able to release him within half an hour.

——Unless Wujo Satoru mobilized the Wutiao family's connections to let others get him out in advance.

But no matter whether Gojo Satoru finds someone from his family and is detained by the traffic police for not wearing a seat belt, or the principal Noctua Moth asks, the reason why Gojo Satoru is late is that the traffic safety education course after being detained by the traffic police lasted for several hours It seems that it can be called a negative teaching material for contemporary conjurers.

There was a crisp click sound.

Gojo Satoru fastened his seat belt indifferently with Haruki Yoshiyama's delighted expression on his face.

Yi Dizhi, the trembling worker, let out a long sigh of relief.

Gojo Satoru must be particularly upset when Principal Ye Moth interrupted what he was supposed to do with a phone call. It's been a long time to see such a cooperative attitude now.

Looking at Yidizhi's slack back, Gojo Satoru patted the back of the chair and began to look for trouble: "Yidizhi——"

Yidizhi straightened up reflexively: "Teacher Wujo?"

"How do you think Teacher Noctua knew that I was in my family?"

Yidi's back stiffened.

Did he just slip up when he was not paying attention when he was persuading Gojo Satoru to wear a seat belt?

"The only ones who know that I'm here are the three people sitting in the car," Gojo Satoru said earnestly while patting the back of the driver's seat, "How do you think the principal knows?"

He stayed with the old fox curse spirit in the back seat all the time, and only Yidi could reveal the information.

Jushan Haruki sat on the back seat, watching Yidizhi become more and more stiff with the naked eye following the frequency of Gojo Wujo slapping the stool, and finally couldn't help but said: "...You should let Yidizhi go."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?"

Jushan Haruki: "There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety comes first."

"Irregular driving, two lines of tears for relatives."

Gojo Satoru: ...?

Jushan Haruki: "...I'm talking about Yizhi's relatives."

Of the three people sitting in this car, only he is the crispy assistant.

Yidizhi looked movedly at the curse spirit behind him.

Times have really changed, is Dujuling so good now?

On the other hand, Gojo Satoru...

—Okay, he doesn't dare to look at Gojo Satoru now.

Yidizhi watches his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and his heart, and acts conscientiously as an emotional driver.

"I can't stand your supervision and assistance." Haruki Jushan said earnestly behind him, "You should save it."

"Otherwise without Yidizhi, would you drive back to school?"

Gojo Wu: "? Why can't you drive?"

Although I don't know why this curse spirit can drive, but when I went to Yuren before, Yizhizhi clearly said that he also used the supervisory auxiliary standard equipment car to play drifting.

Why default him to drive?

Jushan Haruki said with a cold face: "Of course not."

"The emerging technology of unmanned driving is still too early for human beings in the 21st century."

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Yidizhi: ...The emotion of half a minute ago fed the dog.

Those who can have a good relationship with Wujo Satoru are really not good people.

After Gojo Satoru arrived at the school, he was in a hurry to find the principal, but Haruki Jushan leisurely followed him along the way. When he reached the door of the principal's office, Gojo Satoru had already entered for several minutes.

Unexpectedly, there were three first-year students standing outside the principal's room.

"What are you doing here?" Jushan Haruki looked at the three students standing at the door and asked curiously.

As soon as he made a sound, Nagasaki Wild Rose and Knotaba Yuhito who were lying on the crack of the door jumped.

"Brother, why are you walking silently." Knotabagi Yuhito just almost.It bounced off the door.

He patted his chest, and then looked at Haruki Jushan.

"It's because you guys are too focused on eavesdropping..." Jushan Haruki didn't take the blame at all.

Obviously when he came, before he reached the door, Fu Heihui heard someone's voice and looked over. Kizaki and Yuhito didn't hear it because they were eavesdropping too seriously.

"How can this be called eavesdropping..." Knotabagi Yuhito argued in a low voice.

"This is called opening the cracks of the door in an upright manner." Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei was confident.

Haruki Jushan: "...All right."

He didn't expect that one day the word "door cracking" could be described as upright, and he was really ignorant and ignorant.

But just for the act of cracking the door... Haruki Jushan also wanted to see Gojo Satoru lively, otherwise he could go directly to the dormitory, why would he come here.

In front of the three first-year students, he couldn't crack the door together, so Ju Shanqingshu said with a righteous face: "If you want to listen, just listen openly, what can you hear by the door."

He directly amplified his voice with his spell power.

The voice of Night Moth Zhengdao quickly and clearly appeared in everyone's ears: "I didn't say you..."

Gojo Wu was startled: "It wasn't you who said it, could it be that the curse is speaking?"

Nazaki: "Pfft."

Fu Heihui silently covered his forehead.

"Why don't you listen..." Jushan Haruki silently withdrew her spell power.

It doesn't matter if you don't listen to Gojo Satoru's trash talk.

Just as he withdrew his spell power, Nagasaki Wild Rose made a show at Knotabagi Yuhito.

Knotweed Youruhito understood immediately.

He went up and held his brother's hand: "Brother, didn't you bring anything back?"

Haruki Juyama:?

"what?"

Knotaba Yuhito took a closer look to confirm that there was no place to hide the next book on his body, and let go of his hand in relief.

Jushan Qingshu suddenly felt blessed in his heart: "...Oh, you said that the fandom has been passed down for thousands of years."

Facing the nervous eyes of the three people, he said, "This kind of thing is rare."

He actually paid special attention to it today, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

I don't know from which corner Gojo Satoru came out of.

"If you really want to, you can copy mine." He thought for a while and added.

Nagasaki: "Then it won't work."

"No one wants it, I suggest you keep it exclusively."

"Sigh... Maybe if I keep this book for a few hundred years, I can still meet a bosom friend." Jushan Haruki regretfully turned his head and slipped away.

If there is no fun for Gojo Satoru, he might as well go back.

Just after turning the corner, Haruki Jushan suddenly remembered something again.

In order for Su Nuo to be recovered by the magic spell, it is necessary to ensure that no matter which Xia Youjie performs the spell, the body is controlled by the two-faced Su Nuo.

Wujo Wu said that Yuzu Yuren was near death once when Su Nuo pulled out his heart, and it seemed that he had set some kind of restraint with him in exchange for the opportunity to come out and control his body.

The bondage must include restrictive conditions such as making Knotabagi Yuhito forget the specific content of the bondage and the memory of the top number, so it is meaningless to ask Youruto.

The best way is to ask Su Nuo.

It's not a secret anyway, even if Jushan Haruki knew about it, there was no way for him to interfere with the progress of the top-ranked agent, so according to his understanding of Su Nuo, it is estimated that Su Nuo would not hide it from him.

Haruki Juyama went back to the principal's office

"By the way," he had just walked around the corner when he heard Wild Rose say, "Ozawa's leg is healed."

"She said she was going to treat us to steak tonight to thank us for sending her home."

"Then..." Fukui gestured to Kagezaki Yujin with his eyes.

Nagasaki Wild Rose shook the phone at him and nodded helplessly.

"Youren, too, come together."

Yuko Ozawa became good friends with Kizaki during the time when she was convalescing. After her leg recovered this time, she would naturally invite Wild Rose and Fuhei who sent her home at that time. Of course, she must also invite knotweed together .

Nagasaki Wild Rose was embarrassed by this for more than ten minutes.

If it wasn't for Brother Huzhang Youren, she would be very happy to match Ozawa and Huzhang.

But now... the scene became awkward.

So she waited until Jushan Haruki left after receiving the message.

Who would have thought that he would fold back again.

"Ozawa?" Kiwi Yuto scratched his head, "Why did you send her home?"

"I remember she came with her friend?"

"That's right," Nazaki also remembered, "Mingming and we were halfway through afternoon tea that day, a man came over and said a few words to her, and then said he was waiting for her at the next table."

"Why was she alone when we finally found her?"

"Is that person... related to the curse spirit behind?" Fu Heihui, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked.

"Later in Ginza, we saw the curse spirit walking with Ozawa, his body was full of sutures."

"That man, there is a seam on his head."

"He said it was a tattoo, but he was wearing a cassock...Can monks have tattoos on such obvious parts?"

"No." Nagasaki stood up abruptly.

At the same time, Haruki Juyama behind the corner also suddenly realized something was wrong.

The fake Xia Youjie had been in close contact with knotweed before he knew it.

He wants to regain Su Nuo and become an elf, so he must have made some preliminary preparations that he doesn't know about.

This grandson actually didn't mention a word in their conversation, but instead wanted him to fight Su Nuo with pure force, so that both sides would suffer and let him miss it.

I'm afraid I don't want to charge two at once.

[System,] Ju Shanqingshu's teeth were itchy, [He really is the kind of unscrupulous capitalist who strips away the skin and sucks the last drop of oil and water from the working people. 】

[Go to the map of Tokyo,] he gritted his teeth, [I'll choose a street lamp in a luxurious area for him. 】