"As expected of Jay," Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks. There was no sense of incongruity in his particularly tender face making such a cute move. "Guess what!"
...Why do you sound like it's a guessing game, Gojo Satoru!
Lu Qi couldn't help but complain, and then put on a thoughtful expression, "It should be about me?"
"For example, the senior executives never agreed to my freedom of movement, and it was all up to Wu to support them?"
"Bing!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "It seems that I have done something similar in Jay's world, right?"
"Well, that's true." Xia Yujie tilted his head and smiled, "But the thinking of those old oranges is still very simple. Anyone can guess their next move, right?"
"Do they agree to my existence, but want me to become a 007 office worker?"
"Eh..." Gojo Gorao repeated the last few words of Geto Suguru with interest, "007 corporate slave?"
He tapped his chin with his index finger and said thoughtfully, "It's surprisingly consistent."
"But that's exactly what the top executives said..." Gojo Satoru pulled out a small piece of paper from somewhere, "Here it is, this is your mission."
Xia Yujie was slightly stunned, and took the small note with some surprise, "It's so little..."
There was only one task on the small piece of paper, but it made Xia Yujie frown.
It says:
"America, Chicago, super curse."
It’s not that there’s a problem—or, rather, a big problem.
That place is too far away.
It was as if she was trying to get him away on purpose.
He raised his head sharply and looked at Gojo Satoru. The two of them smiled almost identically at the same time. "Ah, Satoru, you think so too, right?"
"Hmm, Jay must have felt it too." Gojo Satoru snorted without comment.
"Really? They are just a bunch of old idiots, but they want to set traps like smart people?" Xia Yujie said this almost with a sneer, and his smile was exactly the same as Gojo Satoru's.
That smile that was filled with excitement.
How long did those old guys rule the world of magic? Ten years? Twenty years? Fifty years? They didn't know, but since they were old, they should have stepped down and let the younger generation rule, right?
It’s time for the world of spellcasting to change.
Gojo Satoru's eyes darkened, and those beautiful sapphire eyes turned into a deep sea blue, he thought.
Previously, I wanted to change the world of magic little by little through education, but now it seems that those old guys can't wait to abdicate.
Gradual progress may not be suitable for oranges.
"But I still have to complete my mission first." Xia Yujie smiled and slowly tore the paper in half. "After all, I am a good citizen who abides by the law, okay?"
Yega Zhengdao had already left when the two started talking. After all, he was just an ordinary person and still had awe for the higher-ups.
But he also knew that the world of magic was in urgent need of fresh blood. He couldn't possibly participate in those reforms, but he wouldn't stop them either.
"Ah, that's true." Gojo Satoru smiled with his eyes curved, and easily echoed what Geto Suguru said. In his light tone, it seemed as if there was some monster that was about to show its head.
Outside the window, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and raindrops as big as beans swept across Tokyo at an extremely fast speed, accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning.
It's raining.
Inside the house, the two men bumped fists.
The author has something to say: I am late again, sorry
I'll update tomorrow! I've already finished the outline at school, but someone else took over my pen when I was writing this chapter:D
Is this a transition chapter? I wanted to write a daily chapter, but someone else took over my writing. I can't help it.
The copy clearly states that the protagonist has no tragic experience, but as a sharp-edged writer, I can hardly suppress my desire to write about the protagonist’s tragic life story!!!
I feel like my writing has improved (no). By the way, did anyone notice that I typed "家入哨子" (home whistle) into "家人哨子" (family whistle) in the previous chapter? qwq (I've changed it, you won't be able to find it even if you go back and look for it!)
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It turns out that it’s easy to come up with weird ideas in school. After Noohana x Geto, another weird CP came to my mind: Real Person x Gojo Satoru. It’s Real Person x Gojo Satoru:d I think it’s quite interesting. I’m hesitating whether to start pre-collection… Wait, if I continue to produce ideas at this rate, can I really finish writing all of them in my lifetime? !
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Mini-theater:
During the technical high school period, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru lay together, sleeping in a sprawling manner.
The two of them played games all night last night, so it's almost time for morning classes, but they are still sleeping soundly.
Two minutes later, Xia Yujie inadvertently opened his eyes to check the time, then closed them again in a daze. Two seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, "Wu! Wake up, we're almost late!"
"...Huh?" Gojo Satoru was woken up in a daze. After a few seconds, he woke up, "Wait, did Mr. Yemo say that if we are late again, he will make us stand hand in hand on the streets of Shibuya for an hour?!"
After a period of war and chaos.
Summer Oil Geto was wearing Gojo Satoru's jacket and had tied her hair into a ponytail with a pink strawberry hairband that had appeared in Gojo Satoru's dormitory for some unknown reason. One of her hands was intertwined with Gojo Satoru's fingers while he was wearing his pants.
Gojo Satoru puffed his cheeks and complained, "Jay, your trouser legs are so big, and that underwear is so tight!"
Xia Yujie quickly blocked the word for Gojo Satoru and forced a smile on his face.
Thank you. I don't want to hear Gojo Satoru bragging about how awesome he is.
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