God is still on the way to recovery

The Pomodoro clock on the desk counts the time and reminds me every hour.

It's the third time it's been ringing today since seven o'clock in the morning.

Uramo threw down the test paper, let out a breath slowly, and a little heat disappeared in the cool air as white smoke.

At the end of February, Tokyo actually showed signs of peach blossom snow.

The dry desert-like low-humidity climate coupled with the cold outside air made Uramo feel the unfriendliness of the big city for the first time. After finishing the third set of test papers, he decisively went to the basement to find Yuren with the answer sheet.

Hisato is still leaning on the sofa and hugging the bear. This time he is watching Fast and Furious 3. On the screen, luxury cars are drifting beautifully on the streets of Tokyo. His eyes are shining brightly, but the bear in his arms has been sleeping soundly .

He was learning emotional control, and if he made a mistake, the bear would jump up and beat him.

"Mao?" Noticing the movement behind him, Youroto stood up and greeted his companions, "Aren't you going to review? What date is it today?"

"November 2."

Uramo found a corner and sat down, spread out the paper and began to answer the answer, "It's too cold up there."

"This year is colder than before, the news said this morning." Yuren turned on the heater to the maximum. "My grandfather and I used to sit in the kotatsu table and watch TV and eat oranges. Teacher Wutiao doesn't seem to have these things."

Gojo Satoru didn't like oranges very much, and the old men who commented on them would call them "rotten oranges".

I don’t know how this sweet fruit offended the conjurer, but it’s such a big house, there are only three acquaintances, the others are servants, and everyone has their own room, everyone is safe, and they are not interested in joining There is a stove around the kotatsu table.

Yuhito put on the earphones and continued to watch TV. Uramo marked the derivation formula on the test paper with a red pen. During the period, he felt the tip of his nose itch. He wiped it casually with the back of his hand while still focusing on the test paper.

Donggong's math is too difficult.

After finishing several sets of questions, the hand feeling was not good, and Miao Mao gradually became restless.

Even though he still has a lot of memories from the past, but the stressful and aggrieved thing of the college entrance examination, he experiences pain every time.

Mathematical derivation strictly follows the logical rigor and recursively, which can calm people's mind and body.

Mao Mao doesn't mind opening a set of inequalities to prove the derivation of constant establishment to refresh his mind, but the failure of the derivation makes people doubt life.

The tip of his nose was wet and itchy, and Makimo wiped it angrily, complaining that the involution of education in his heart made him likely not to be admitted to Donggong in this life. Suddenly, the door to the basement was pushed open, and Gojo Satoru came back from a mission with a cold As the air entered the room, Mao Mao couldn't help but sneezed under the stimulation of the cool wind, and then saw blood splashing on the paper full of derivation notes.

Matsuo was stunned, and Gojo Satoru, who entered the door, was also stunned.

How does it feel to see a young junior sitting there with blood on his face as soon as he enters the door, brushing the test paper?

Wujo Wu, the people's teacher: Children nowadays are under too much pressure, and they don't stop learning with blood all over their faces.

"Teacher Wutiao...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what's wrong with you???"

When Yuhito, who had been watching TV with earphones on all the time, was greeting Gojo Satoru, he finally noticed that the little friend behind him was already bleeding like a river. Knocked down.

Knotweed Youruhito broke the merits.

"What's going on? Do you still beat yourself up when you're writing papers?"

It was such a horrifying scene as soon as the door was opened. Even Gojo Satoru, who often surprises (scares) others, was also frightened. He asked the waiter to bring hot water and towels, and watched Uromo wipe away the blood from his nose and face little by little. .

"No, the air is too dry." In addition, staying up late every day, the pressure is high, and I get angry.

Momo was very embarrassed, and he never thought of scaring others like this.

Covering his nose with a hot towel in one hand, and touching his own test paper with the other, Gojo Satoru casually took the junior's test paper and scanned the paper full of mathematical calculations.

Is this the thing that made his lovely junior learn to be covered in blood?

"It is known that n is a positive integer." Wutiao Wu read out the title "Try to find that the 2n-1 power of X is equal to COSx. Is there and only one real number solution an?"

Knotabayuhito showed a bewildered expression.

Obviously he can still understand the first sentence, but what the hell is the latter thing?

"Has high school mathematics developed to this point now?" The frail first-year student asked tremblingly.

Mao Mao: Don’t look at me, your physical ability will also give me the illusion of “has high school sports developed to this point now?”.

The white-haired people's teacher lifted his sunglasses and spoke seriously: "This question is actually not difficult."

Momo & Knotweed Yuhito: "..."

"Drawing a picture and partitioning the solution——"

"Ah!!" Uramo couldn't hold back, and sneezed again, blood gushed out, staining the white towel red.

"Ah, let's change the place first." Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pressed Uramo's shoulder.

The latter only felt dizzy for a while, and suddenly, the surrounding air became moist and warm.

"Huh?" Mu Mao stood on the vast grassland, looking at the empty field in front of him in a daze.

He took off the scarf around his neck, and as far as he could see, there were green grass that was uniform like waves, and there were low hills and woods not far away. The sky above was fine, the thin clouds were white, and the sky was blue and pure .

Hirohito's exaggerated exclamation came from beside him, and Gojo Satoru led another student to appear in the void in an instant, and slowly fell from the midair as if being lifted by the wind.

"here it is……"

Mao Mao took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and the signal showed "outside the circle".

"Choose a random place, the southern hemisphere." Wujo Wufeng explained calmly.

Came to the other half of the earth in an instant? ?

Uramo had to re-examine the opponent's strength. In a sense, Gojo Satoru was already at the level of a "god". At least, he couldn't teleport to any corner of the earth at will.

"It's so cool, teacher—" Knotweed laughed loudly, ran around on the grass a few times like a happy border collie, and then rolled over in the grass.

He had been suffocating in that small basement for almost half a month, and suddenly he was thrown on the prairie, as happy as a small animal in a cage and back into the forest.

Uramo slowly wiped away the blood under his nose, feeling that in such a humid and warm climate, the numbness and tingling sensation at the tip of his nose had subsided a lot. Then, he grabbed Gojo Satoru and began to explain: "I know we can assume that X is less than -1, but blah blah blah..."

Yuzu Yujin got up expressionlessly, raised his hand to grab Uramo's ankle, and dragged it.

"Ow?"

The green-eyed examinee threw himself on the grass, the soft ground did not hurt him, he looked blankly at the knotweed, and the latter said: "Let's not discuss math problems in such a place with good scenery and good atmosphere. ?”

As he said that, he looked at Wutiao Wu resentfully: "Teacher Wutiao, what do you think?"

Gojo Satoru put the test paper into his pocket very cooperatively.

"Eh???" Uramo struggled to catch it, but was held down by Yuzu Yujin.

"Mao, let's rest for a quarter of an hour. You are about to fall into the math problem. Don't disappoint Teacher Wutiao's kindness."

Urashige was pressed in the grass, and the tip of his nose was the faint fragrance of grass leaves, which replaced the dry and cold air in Tokyo and made him relax physically and mentally.

Feeling that the person under him gradually softened, Yuzu Yujin got up, put his hands on the grass and looked at Mao Mao, and asked, "Is it better?"

"Yes, but if you continue to press, I may suffocate to death." Uramo seized the opportunity to crawl out, and chose a place away from Yuzu Yujin to sit down, always on guard against the other party jumping over like a big dog.

Polygonum cuspidatum sighed "Oops", lying on the grass on his back, in the shape of "big". After a while, he evenly breathed, as if he was asleep.

The guy who fell asleep in three seconds never hid anything in his heart. Seeing him fall asleep so easily, Umomo, who had only slept five hours a day for a week, couldn't help but hiccuped.

"Mr. Mu~" Gojo Satoru looked at the younger generation, holding the blood-stained test paper between his two fingers, his eyes were no different from the sky behind him, "take a break, let's continue to do the questions, choose one~"

The young junior raised his hand towards the paper without hesitation.

Wujo Wugang was about to make a fool of himself, so he transferred the test paper away.

In the end, Urashige didn't take the paper, but directly grabbed Gojo Satoru's wrist.

Gojo Satoru could react, but he chose not to move.

Then, I let my juniors grab it and rolled it into the soft grass together.

"I choose to sleep for a while." Uramo said, looking at the sleeping Knotweed on the left, and Gojo Satoru on the right, "Mr. Gojo didn't come back last night, so let's sleep for a while."

"Ah, Mr. Mu didn't sleep last night, did you wait for me to come back?" The people's teacher joked, propping his upper body with one hand in a relaxed and happy manner, and teased the younger generation with his words.

"Yeah, I waited for a long time, and finally I couldn't write any more topics." Muttering an ambiguous sentence, Uramo gradually breathed out evenly.

"..."

Gojo Satoru put away his smile.

Is this... overdone?

Due to his strength, many people will subconsciously feel dependent on him.Like Knotaba Yuhito, Gojo Satoru even felt that if he suddenly disappeared one day, the kid would have to dig like crazy to find him.

But now, this "unknown existence, suspected god" in front of him seems to have some ties to him.

When?Is it when we get along day and night in the house in the past few days, or earlier, when I fished people out of the confinement room by myself?

Thinking of Anastasia's suggestion that night, he really wanted to learn about the [Hanyu Snake Village Fire and Burning Village Incident].

13 years ago, a human sacrifice incident occurred in a remote mountain village. All the reporters in charge of the in-depth investigation disappeared, and the relevant records were only a few audio and video recordings. After the whole tragedy, only two survivors were finally sent to the hospital in the town for treatment. .

They were locked into coffins by the villagers and buried in the ground, intending to sacrifice them the next day.

In the end, he survived the tragedy of the village being burned by the fire, and was dug out in time by the rushed police. Other villagers let the flames kill them in their sleep.

Ana tells Gojo Satoru that Urashige is one of those survivors.

"Does the son of God have human feelings?" Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the younger generation, Wujo Wu asked.

The sleeping person didn't answer, Gojo Satoru swept over the wound on the other person's face. Anna explained that it was something natural, like a birthmark.

Gojo Satoru touched Ushio's face.

The latter, like a small animal, unconsciously turned his face to the side and rubbed against the other's palm.

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand abruptly, not knowing where to put it, and pressed it awkwardly to his lips.

No, what's the matter with feeling a little cute?

He took out his cell phone and made a transoceanic call.

"Glass, you said before, how is that handsome guy who is 11 years younger than you?"

Gojo Satoru decided to consult his old classmates for advice first.

With the mobile phone tucked between his shoulders, Jia Ruozi struggled to cut it with a scalpel.

"Little handsome guy? Ah, you said that kid from the dessert shop——"

A few days ago, when Nitzi was buying cakes in a dessert shop, he met a boy at the cash register.

Very handsome, like Katayose Ryota, with black hair and white skin, with agility and vitality that almost overflowed his eyes.

The most important thing is that the kid took the initiative to ask Glass for a phone number and social account.

"What can I do? I'm not interested in those who are much younger than me." Niatz mentioned it to Mingming and Diva at the time. As for Gojo Satoru, this sweetie came to make up for the sweets at the time, and the girls ignored him. .

Anyway, 17 years old is too young. Although sister-brother love is popular now, Niozi still struggled for a long time when he saw the photo of the other party wearing a high school uniform on his social account.

No, she would feel guilty if she fell in love with such a child.

Even though she later found a boyfriend from a financial company at the speed of light and posted a group photo on social platforms, the child was wronged and commented: "Why is my sister's boyfriend not as handsome as me? o(╥﹏╥)o"

Nitro insisted on not letting himself fall.

"The generation gap between a 10-year-old can be hundreds of thousands of miles away. Besides, a high-risk profession like a magician..." Let her hook up with a handsome little fresh meat, so what if she accidentally gets her hair up?Leave the child alone in the empty room?

"What if that child also becomes a magician?" Gojo Satoru suggested.

Nitrate paused, and the scalpel made a crisp sound, cutting off the tendon of the corpse.

"Persuading people to be magicians, the sky strikes with lightning." The family's words were astonishing.

Gojo Satoru: Is my conception bias too serious?Glass said that the sky strikes lightning, I seem to have done it all? ?

Mr. Wutiao, who persuaded other children to become a conjurer, accidentally teased the other party, and even once planned to let go of himself, asked blankly: "Then Nitro, now your little handsome guy has been drawn into the conjurer profession by you, and is in During the ambiguous period, and you both have some meanings, would you--?"

"..." Dr. Nitzi probed, "Wu, what step have you made with Mr. Mu? He is in your bed now?"

If so, she can call the police.

Gojo Satoru: "How can you doubt me like this, I'm not that kind of person."

Pause for five seconds.

"We are now on the grassland with beautiful scenery and good atmosphere in the southern hemisphere. He is lying beside me, rubbing my hand. I wonder if..."

This bastard——

Nitro gnashed her teeth: "My old lady is very busy, why don't you find me if you don't show affection!"

"Snapped!"

The phone hangs up.

Gojo Satoru pulled the harsh noise away from the phone, and when the busy signal came out, he hung up and called An Ge Ji again.

There is a direct prompt that you have been blocked.

Gojo Satoru teleported to the Diva's bedroom and threw a few curses at random, then returned to the grass and dialed Mingming's phone.

"Love counseling? I charge a fee." The woman on the receiver gave a deep and sexy low smile, "Wu, although you are very attractive, your younger generation is also very popular. Are you sure he is really interested in you? You guys Have you confessed to each other?"

"There is no need to doubt this at all, right? Even if he is asleep, he will definitely be thinking about me." The people's teacher was shamelessly confident.

"Really?" Mingming didn't believe it.

Gojo Satoru approached Urashige, deliberately poking his delicate face.

"Mao, who do you like?"

The high school student, who was drowsily asleep, hummed twice and murmured something.

Wujo Wujo leaned closer to listen happily.

“考虑0<=x<=1，令f(x)=x的2n-1次方减cosx显然函数是递增的，f(0)=-1<0……”

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Well, Mingming, you are right." Mr. Wujo, who had just half-stepped in love, fell out of love instantly.

"He loves mathematics."