An unexpected encounter

Gojo Satoru's mood today is definitely not good.

Although he would not be able to enter the Jujutsu High School until a year later, given his abilities, he began accepting missions to exorcise cursed spirits early on.

Summer has just passed and I am already very busy. I am also being called over by pretentious old men for a lecture.

They have seen through the unruly nature of Gojo Satoru and discovered that this outstanding young man with six eyes cannot be tamed.

It is a blessing for the world of sorcery to have a powerful sorcerer who stands on the side of justice, but when this sorcerer is also coated with a halo of "disobedience", this blessing will be shattered.

As Gojo Satoru grew older, this kind of dislike slowly took on new meanings, evolving into a tit-for-tat and bizarre level.

No one can do anything to anyone else. Even though Gojo Satoru has outstanding abilities, as long as he does not have the idea of ​​burning his boats, he will have to be constrained by these people he looks down upon.

He is not the kind of person who would vent his anger on innocent people, but Feng Zaoche's resume really has nothing to do with the word innocent.

Gojo Satoru had heard people say that this young man bribed one of the high-ranking officials who had just trained him, in exchange for a qualification to enter the Jujutsu High School.

He didn't plan to do anything to Feng Zao Te, and now he could only warn this guy in this way.

No matter what Feng Zaoche's own purpose is, it does not hinder the connection he has made with the person who wants to control him and make him his spy in the college.

It's just that this guy was provoked so blatantly by him that he just stood there stupidly without any reaction.

Not interesting.

"920." Feng Zaoche said in his heart in a deep voice.

"Hmm? What's the matter, host? Do you want to hide away from the current situation?" 920 was confused.

"Look at this person's appearance." Feng Zaoche paused, "Do you have a built-in module that gives you reminders when you meet key characters?"

"No." 920 answered in a low voice.

"I remember you said before that we should treat this place as a comic book world, so I have been thinking about the problem according to my own way of thinking."

"Looking like this, there are only three possibilities." Feng Hayate quickly analyzed, "The first is that the author's hobby is beautiful women, from head to toe, even a dog on the street must be painted with delicate features."

But based on his own knowledge and the original owner's memory, this possibility can be ruled out.

"The second type is that good looks are a character's label or a usefulness. Even if they are just ordinary people, they can't be drawn too ugly."

This possibility can also be ruled out, as the fact that he could act so arrogantly in his "upline" territory obviously has nothing to do with the word "passerby".

"The last type is a supporting role that has an important part or plays a decisive role."

920th Qiqi Ai Ai: "It should be the third type, but why can't it be the protagonist?"

"Once a face like this is set up, you can't just draw it casually. He has a bad temper and I don't know how to follow the plot." Feng Zaoche said succinctly, "Anyway, we can't just let him go like this. We need to get to know him better."

It's okay to miss a crucial plot, but it would be too unfair if it puts you in crisis.

Is he going to play the underdog and talk about his dreams and difficulties?

That's definitely not right.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, vegetables have almost become an existence like original sin. Feng Zaochue believes that there must be someone who can face everything with compassion, and that person probably has nothing to do with the person he wants to talk to now.

He had a high probability of guessing the correct answer, but... it was quite a headache to actually put it into practice.

"Wait." Feng Hayateru called out to Gojo Satoru in a cold voice.

"Oh? Do you have any advice for me?" Gojo Satoru stopped and looked at him with a smile.

Feng Zaoche's intuition, which was close to instinct, told him that this person should not be provoked. If he really made him angry, the consequences would be worse than he could imagine.

This terrible feeling of oppression...

"Did you bump into me on purpose just now?" Feng Zaochue asked in a dragging tone, putting emphasis on the word "on purpose".

"So what?" Gojo Satoru asked as a matter of course.

"It's better not to be so impatient. How about trying... to be gentler when speaking to people?" As Feng Zaoche finished his words, a trace of the power of the law entangled the young man in front of him.

This sounded like nothing more than a negative remark. Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

The next second, his premonition came true, and a brief feeling of being restrained crept into his heart.

"You..." After a long while, Gojo Satoru uttered a word, but even this word revealed a kind of indescribable gentleness.

"Host, he looks like he's going to kill you right now." 920 said in a panic, "Why don't we go find that person you connected with and ask for temporary protection?"

Feng Zaoche didn't answer it.

"Me what? Aren't you upset that I'm in cahoots with those people? Then I'll prove to you that I'm not unworthy of the reputation." Feng Zaoche chuckled lightly.

In fact, he was even more certain in his mind that Gojo Satoru must be some important character.

Gojo Satoru only said one word, not because he was so angry with himself that he couldn't speak for a long time, but because he was fighting against his "ability" in his own way.

This was the first time such a situation had occurred, even though he had estimated that he could only control the opponent for three seconds at most.

Feng Zaoche was lucky that the other party was a consistent person. He was able to recognize his true nature through a brief meeting and quickly establish an understanding with him, which gave him the opportunity to take action.

He had no intention of waiting any longer, and left quickly before Gojo Satoru could come to his senses and settle the score with him.

"Wait a moment."

A hand climbed up Feng Zaoche's shoulder, with a force like iron that could not be ignored.

Feng Zaoche turned his head and saw Gojo Satoru with a gloomy face.

Was this reaction greater than he had expected?

What happened? Did he make a wrong bet?

"What's your name?" Gojo Satoru raised his chin.

It's not strange to be asked your name when you first meet someone, but your expression gives off a vibe that says "I'm going to kill you the next second I ask your name." Is that really okay?

Feng Zaoche told the truth and waved his hand: "Okay, now I have to go in and find my 'acquaintance'. We can talk next time if we have the chance."

He looked like he didn't want to say more.

Perhaps seeing that he was determined to leave, Gojo Satoru did not force him to stop this time.

"Phew, that was really close. Dealing with such a person is too stressful. If I stayed one more minute, I would have been exposed." Feng Zaoche breathed a sigh of relief.

If used multiple times in a short period of time, even if it is effective, the effect it can exert will be greatly weakened. If you expose your weaknesses at the beginning, what else can you play next?

"I'm so scared, host. He really has the ability to kill you. I can detect it." 920 said anxiously, his voice trembling unconsciously.

"He won't do it." Feng Zao was determined.

At first, I was too disdainful to do it, but later, I became concerned and decided not to do it.

The wind had already twisted and turned before it found the corresponding place in its memory.

"You just ran into Gojo Satoru outside, right?" The senior executive was waiting for him in the reception room and asked directly.

Oh, his name is “Gojo Satoru”.

After all, it happened on someone else's site, Feng Zaoche didn't expect to hide it from the other party, but he didn't mention the money but the person first...

Looks like Gojo Satoru has cost you a lot of money.

"There was a little conflict. He knew I was..." Feng Zaoche, who entered the Jujutsu High School through an illegal means, rubbed his forehead and felt a slight headache.

Given the original owner's situation, he had to enter the Jujutsu High School without any ability. It was hard to say how he would face the scenario of exorcising cursed spirits after entering. He really couldn't take care of one thing and not the other.

"It wasn't me who leaked it. He must have gotten the information privately and recognized that you and I were in contact."

"His eyes can see through any spell, and he must be angry that you, who are so weak and have no talent, can attend the same school as him." The senior executive laughed.

Feng Zaoche: “…”

He knew it! Gojo Satoru's reaction was bigger than he thought. Sure enough, there was a reason for it!

Feng Hayateru's ability comes from the system. He is reluctant to call it a technique. After all, they are two things with completely different origins. Now it seems that there is indeed an essential difference.

The uncertainty on his face was so natural that he couldn't force it.

The senior executives noticed this and had the leisure to talk to him: "He is from the Gojo family, a rare genius in our magic world in hundreds of years. Of course, he is different from you."

"As a genius, it's not surprising that he has a bit of arrogance. We elders are willing to be more tolerant of him."

If Feng Zaochue hadn't known it was impossible, he would have thought that he was imposing the so-called gentle restrictions on him.

"Really?" Feng Zaoche picked a universal sentence to reply, deliberately lowering his voice, pretending to be unconvinced but having to bow his head temporarily.

"After all, I spent a lot of effort to get you into the technical college. He will enroll in a year. It's best to stay away from him when you see him. If you get screwed, don't blame me for not warning you." The senior executive looked at him with pity.

The man in front of him seemed to think so from the bottom of his heart, but such words were tantamount to adding fuel to the fire for a teenage boy who was just getting carried away.

"It's good that he has good talent, but he's not as rich as me." Feng Zaoche tried.

The technique is unlikely to be better, and the appearance is also hard to say, but the original owner also left him a lot of money, so Feng Zaoche still has a little faith...

"It's better not to bring disgrace upon yourself. Before your parents passed away, perhaps your wealth could be compared with his. But now? Forget it." The senior executive looked even stranger when he heard what he said.

He even thought about it, "I didn't expect him to come here today, so he must have targeted you. He will definitely target you in the future. So I won't take your money for now. Anyway, you're not far from being kicked out, so it's no different if you give it to me later."

"What if I can stand firm?" Feng Zaoche never expected that he would change his mind after just one encounter.

"Unless you have a good relationship with him, oh... what a ridiculous assumption." The senior executive looked at him more and more like a fool, "Then I won't take a penny from you. I might even give you money to help me do things."

...How deep is the psychological shadow you have on Gojo Satoru that you don't even want to take his money?