After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

The son of God of the Gojo family knew nothing about this.

In fact, he was in a state of indescribable excitement.

Tokyo Jujutsu High School is built deep in the mountains, covering a very large area, with a huge playground and quaint teaching buildings.

Next to it is a dense and endless forest, and behind it are rolling mountains.

These were all common sights for Gojo Satoru. He had countless mansions, and almost all of them were built in similar environments.

Apart from the unique barrier of the high school, nothing could attract his attention.

Compared to the situation at school, he was more concerned about the fact that Mochizuki Liuli did not come with him this morning.

"You said you could just send me out, but if you sent me to the technical college, you wouldn't want to leave me."

"If you really can't bear to leave, then come with me to the technical high school. With me here, who else would dare to bully that idiot?"

"As expected, we need to find some time to give that guy named Zenin Naoya a good beating."

"Just beat them until three-quarters are dead, or five-sixths."

Gojo Satoru was walking in front, muttering unhappily, and his face was so grumpy that it could scare a child to death.

The five tribesmen carrying the luggage at the back lowered their heads and communicated silently with their eyes.

Gojo Ming: I miss Miss Mochizuki very much at this time.

Wu Tiaoyan: That’s right, if we don’t coax this little ancestor, I’m worried that he will blow up the school!

Gojo Ming: That doesn’t matter. Our family can afford the compensation.

Five words: But we two can’t hide.

After walking in fear all the way, they finally arrived at the gate of the technical college. Ye Mo Zhengdao, wearing a black suit, was standing there, waiting to welcome the new students.

Theoretically, as a teacher he doesn't have to greet people in person, but the students he teaches this year are too special.

The heir of the Gojo family is coming to school and must be treated seriously!

For some reason, he always felt that the son of God from the Gojo family was definitely a problem student.

Just when Ye Mo Zheng Dao was feeling uneasy, his bad omen came true.

Gojo Satoru walked forward with a sour face, raised his head slightly, revealing his beautiful sky-blue eyes behind his sunglasses.

He looked Ye Mo Zheng Dao up and down, curled his lips, and said, "Are you my homeroom teacher?"

“It doesn’t look that great!”

Ye Mo Zhengdao's face froze, and before he could reply, he heard a voice coming from the side.

"Classmate, it's very rude of you to say it so directly."

A young man wearing a striped shirt, dark cropped pants with waistband, and bangs on one side said this.

Ye Mo Zhengdao hesitated to speak.

He felt that this promising young talent, who had been discovered from among ordinary people, was not very polite in his speech, but he could not tell what was wrong with him.

Gojo Satoru was not so good-tempered. He was already in a bad mood. After hearing this, he sneered, his tone revealing a hint of arrogance.

"Is it your turn to speak with your weird bangs?"

The smile on Geto Xiayou's face froze.

As a talented sorcerer from an ordinary family who was accidentally discovered by an auxiliary supervisor, Geto Suguru has unimaginable expectations and recognition for the Sorcery High School.

This is probably a common problem for every young boy and girl who has just entered the world of magic.

The joy of finding their own kind, the anticipation for a brand new fantasy world, the desire for power, and the yearning for the future filled their hearts.

This intense emotion buried all of his past as an ordinary person.

This is exactly what Geto Suguru thought, so he insisted on joining the technical high school despite his father's objections and his mother's crying.

There should be some meaning to life in this world...

I belong here, I have this power, I should do something.

That’s what Geto Suguru thought.

Just like the compassionate Buddha in the temple.

So he calmly took his luggage, left home, and boarded the train to the technical college.

For Geto Suguru, the environment of the technical high school is very exciting. Although the homeroom teacher looks a little fierce, it is not a big deal.

Except for the big white cat that meowed non-stop at the school gate, everything was in line with his ideal high school life.