Miss Gojo can't figure it out

Xia Youjie was noncommittal, but just reminded: "Go to Wu."

"You seem to be very familiar with Gojo Satoru. What if I tell him about your existence?" Yuzuki looked at him directly.

"Then he probably thinks you're playing a malicious joke."

The man in front of her was so calm, as if it didn't matter if she smashed the space-time medium immediately, most of Youyue's mischievous thoughts disappeared.

She put the earrings in her pocket, activated "Cang", and teleported to the living room of Gojo Satoru's apartment.

There were already two bottles of iced soda on the coffee table, and the five Wuwos were casually crossing their legs on the single sofa, with the shirt collar falling down to reveal a little collarbone.

In the living room, only a semi-bright ambient light was turned on, and Fu Heihui stayed in his room, making space for the two of them to talk alone.

"Where do I start to say hello?" Gojo Satoru pulled the pull ring, and the sound of popping soda bubbles seemed to be playing music.

In his original assumption, there was a high probability that Youyue was the illegitimate child of a man surnamed Wutiao who gave birth to an outsider, but when he saw her, this guess was overturned by the information obtained by Liuyan.

Because of the subtle differences in the techniques.

All of Wujo Satoru's commonly used spells are variants with no lower limit. In principle, they all interfere with atomic-level matter and then dominate space.Youyue also has "no lower limit", but she has an extra layer of impenetrable spells.

Just like the "Ten Shadow Spells" passed down by the Chanyuan family, there are only ten specific types, and there is no No. 11. The power system of "No Lower Limit Spells" comes from a school, which is a matter of convention.

However, Youyue has more, such as the No. 11 shadow spells in the Chanyuan family, the stand-alone game gives a dlc disc, and the MOBA mobile game bought a skin with ten more physical attacks.She was strengthened, and that Coke God gave her was overflowing.

"Now, I am a teacher of the High School of Conjuration." Gojo Satoru said, "The most powerful conjurer in the world, the main job is to deal with curses that others cannot solve, and to cultivate new seedlings in the conjuration world. How about you? ?”

"I'm in the third grade at Teiko Middle School. After class, I will go to the Phantom Talking Center to work part-time. I will do the work of removing spirits and mortgage the accommodation and food expenses there."

Obviously, he had done some homework, and Gojo Satoru answered the question in a good manner: "Oh, it's the job with an hourly salary of only [-] yuan... huh? Is there something behind me?"

Yes, and it was a living person, smoking cyber-air cigarettes, and even blowing smoke rings on Gojo Satoru's head.

Youyue withdrew her eyes that couldn't help but glance at Xia Youjie, and explained casually, "I was just looking at your hairspray."

"The strongest don't have that kind of thing."

"That's why I was wrong."

Xia Youjie closed Wujo Wu's hair with one hand, causing only a slight bend, and naturally flicked the void soot to the top of Wujo Wu's head.

Youyue:?

This has to be an enemy, right?

Wujo Wutiao is quite familiar, saying that since both of them have Wutiao's surname, it is better to call each other by their first names, and let Youyue call him "Brother Wu".

"Obviously we are family members, but you are closer to Kei who has been together for a week." Gojo Satoru put on a sad and melancholy expression, "Before Hui met you, I never seemed to find traces in Tokyo. Is it in Japan?"

In Yokohama, Japan, in another time and space, I came to this world only three months ago-naturally, it cannot be said.

Even though Six Eyes kept reminding the handsome man in front of her that she had the same power, and even the cells in her blood seemed to say "you should trust him", she did not dare to rashly reveal her identity as a visitor from another world.

"Yes." Youyue said.

Gojo Satoru nodded, and instead of continuing to ask, he introduced the common sense of the magic world and magicians to her.

Evil spirits and curses are both products of human emotions. Compared with the former, they are much less harmful. When an evil spirit continuously absorbs vicious emotions such as resentment, or devours other evil spirits to strengthen itself, it will gradually evolve into a curse spirit.

Most of the entrustments received by the ghost talk are to eliminate evil spirits. Generally, cursed spirits above the third level will be detected and exorcised in time by the magic world...or in other words, the victims of the curse have no chance to ask them for help. of.

Even if Gojo Satoru said that there was a special curse that killed thousands of people within three days, Youyue just listened calmly.

He smiled: "You really look like me when I was studying in a college."

Xia Youjie twisted the cigarette butt on top of his head, and said, "Don't trust him, he bullied his seniors and contradicted his teachers in high school, he was annoying."

"Don't care, don't care, can't empathize with the suffering of the world, is that so, Youyue."

The air cigarette butt quickly fell to the ground due to Gojo Satoru's forward leaning action, turning into a wisp of light smoke.

Xia Youjie continued to disrupt the stage: "He really didn't care. He broke into my room in the middle of the night just to show off that he synthesized a three-star pet. He screamed for an entire hour, waking up the roommates left and right."

——But, yes, it is true.Incapable of caring, unable to empathize.

When others say "I want to be a scientist" and "I want to be an astronaut" in a childlike manner, Youyue's heart is blank.

The mundane is boring, and it is difficult for her to be deceived. It is all lies to tell early that the child is given away as a phone bill, and the New Year's money is saved and returned to you when you grow up.

Even if you work hard, you may not be able to get into the University of Tokyo, and life will not be easier if you go to the University of Tokyo. People grow up in lies.

"I said you, can you be as happy as a child? Yinsang, I also like to think a lot at your age. Throw them away. If there is nothing you like, just imitate the actions of the people around you. Maybe someday You suddenly became Hokage?"

Sakata Gintoki said: "Go and see how other people live, and come back at night and tell me what I have gained."

In the early years, the business of custom shops was not completely concentrated in Yoshiwara. Kabukicho was full of pink places, and the oirans with heavy makeup sat at the window facing the street on the second floor and played the shamisen.

Youyue stopped and walked on the street. At night, she asked Dengshi's mother-in-law to borrow a piano for decoration in the store, and played a few sweet and euphemistic ditties.

"This is what I learned today." She said, "There are still a few paragraphs, do you want to listen?"

Dengshi:?

Silver hour:?

Granny Toshi chased Gintoki around the store with a pipe for a long time, cursing "ultimate scum" and "garbage man worse than a frog's piss", while Gintoki yelled that I was just let She went to the street to see what her peers and children were playing, and she was beaten even worse.

"Don't worry, Youyue." Granny Dengshi lovingly stroked her cheek, "I won't agree with Yinshi selling you to that kind of place."

"I never thought of selling her! Xiaoyou, don't listen to the old woman's nonsense."

Yinshi looked at her expressionless face, and said thoughtfully: "If I hadn't seen your eyes, I would have suspected that you had O eyes. Have you ever touched shamisen before?"

"No."

"Okay, I understand. This kid is a genius in rhythm. Why don't you just work in this field to support yourself in the future."

Sakata Gintoki, like a silly father whose child learned to call mom and dad for the first time, happily ordered a few more jugs of wine, lingered in the noisy tavern for almost two hours, and finally lay on the table like a fresh corpse .

At that time, Youyue was less than ten years old, and together with Dengshi's mother-in-law, they carried the drunk man to the second floor and apologized politely to her.

"Little You, living with this guy is really wronging you, a good boy." Dengshi sighed.

As soon as he watched Dengshi's mother-in-law go down the stairs, the man behind him vomited in the hallway.

Youyue quickly cleaned up the filth, then turned on the gas stove and cooked hangover soup, then woke up Yinshi and drank the soup.

If there were normal adoptive parents to adopt her, she would probably live like the girls on the street turning flower ropes, carefree, sleeping on ordinary tatami mats, and don't have to worry about not having a meal after eating.

Maybe Yinshi's body temperature is hot, maybe the ugly padded clothes he bought are really warm, Yuzuki had many chances to leave, but she wandered with him for a long time, after all, maybe she was envious——

When envious of silver, it is like a knife, never losing its direction.The tip of the knife will always only go forward.

Youyue asked coyly: "Yinshi. Am I weird?"

Sakata Gintoki, who was drinking sober soup, belatedly said "Huh?"

"I can't understand many things. I can't laugh at things that everyone finds funny; sad things, when others shed tears, I don't feel bad. Many times I just pretend to fit in. Is it wrong for me to do this? "

Yin Shi touched it for a while, and said with drooping dead fish eyes, "What's wrong, everyone doesn't want to go to work, but pretends to work hard, adults are like this."

"I have no dreams, no direction, and no idea what to do."

"I don't have Yinsang either, I just want to play steel balls."

"Ah, it's useless to ask you, after all, it's from the bottom of the society, unemployed."

"Hey! I'm serious about answering your confusion! Why did you suddenly attack me personally! Tch, nasty girl."

Youyue started to do things that could blend in with the people around her, working part-time, spending money carelessly, and buying beautiful dresses and desserts with the rest of the money.

Because Yinshi is an idiot who draws out her sword to help when the road is injustice, and she will also help others when they are in trouble.

But ah...

"Does what I do make sense?"

A barren life is blessed by heaven, and the six eyes are both a gift and a bondage.

Do you want to protect all the weak with the sharpest knife in the world?Is it wrong if you don't want to?

"Well, I understand." Gojo Satoru put down the soda can and stretched out his palm towards her, "Let's make an agreement, I will help Xiaoyou find the answer; in contrast, you have to do what I tell you .”

"Uh..." Youyue looked at him with some vigilance, like a stray puppy secretly observing humans from the gap in the cardboard box.

"Leave it to me with confidence. As the owner of this blessing, looking at the whole world, no one understands you better than me—"

Gojo Satoru raised his head slightly, his blue eyes filled with the lightness of an entire ocean.

"After all, I am the strongest."

The author has something to say: Brother Jie: You are pretending to be a horse, let me see if I don't finish your black history.

285 is still too reliable, and the reverse score depends on the performance of 185 in the future.

Sewing the worldview of psionic power and curse back together

I'm going to start the original story.