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

My name is Geto Suguru and I am nineteen years old.

He lives in Tokyo Metropolitan Jutsu High School, is unmarried, has two adopted daughters, and has a first love he has never met. His first love passed away five years ago. He did sit-ups at noon today.

I'm a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High School. There are only me and my best friend in this damn school.

No, my best friend Gojo Satoru is from the Gojo family, one of the three great families in the world of curse arts, and is the current head of the Gojo family.

MD, I am the only one who works like a cow and a horse all year round.

I never smoke, I only drink a little, go to bed at 12 o'clock at night, and get a full 4 hours of sleep every day.

Before going to bed, I must drink a glass of warm milk, go to bed, and fall asleep immediately.

Sleep through the night and never leave fatigue and stress until the next day.

The doctors said I was normal.

Ieiri Glass: I never said that, please don’t cue me.

The situation of being surrounded by men on three sides ended with Lan Tang's great victory, but the melee on the other side was much more exciting.

Pull the timeline forward and focus the camera on Yokohama Park shrouded in white fog.

Compared to Gojo Satoru who used his fists to punch his way through the blood, Geto Suguru had it easier.

As a famous Pokémon master, after his technique was separated, he only had ability but no curse spirit reserves. He could only stand there like a little fool and was knocked out by him with one punch.

But unlike Gojo Satoru, he did not rush out of the white fog directly. Instead, he began to search for the psychic who released the white fog.

Geto Suguru walked in the white mist, always keeping a faint smile on his face.

He has a classically handsome appearance and a pair of narrow eyes, which makes him look very Zen, just like a living Buddha.

In fact, he didn't really want to walk out of the white fog.

He was no less surprised than Gojo Satoru at Mochizuki Ruri's resurrection, but he was also just as surprised as Gojo Satoru.

He was really happy that the other party was resurrected. Part of this happiness was that Gojo Satoru was finally able to be a little more normal, at least no longer playing out the bitter summer drama in front of him.

Geto Suguru: I don’t know why, but I always feel that this should be my script.

The other part is more hidden, but it does exist.

He felt secretly happy about the fact that Wangyue Liuli was still alive, but he expressed this feeling in an extremely restrained way. Apart from the continued upward curve of the corners of his mouth, almost nothing else could be seen.

Compared to Gojo Satoru, he restrained himself much more, and he didn't even know why.

"In a sense, I don't want Wu to know this feeling at all."

He thought to himself as he walked.

It's not that I'm ashamed, but I feel that if Wu and Gaozi knew about it, it would probably be very troublesome.

Needless to say, Wu would definitely look at him with an expression that said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, Jie."

And Glass's expression would be more direct - I've known you are this kind of person.

It feels terrible to think about it.

His level of social death was comparable to that of two years ago. He had been over-exploited by the top management of the Director Council and had seen too much of the dark side of human nature, so he made a statement that he wanted to build a world with only sorcerers.

Then he was confused by what Jiujiu Yuki said.

"The Asakura Leaf King of Mount Ore next door has been reincarnated twice and plans to create a world where only psychics exist. Why don't you fight him first?"

"If you win, you only need to eliminate the island nation's psychics, vampires, magicians, onmyojis, illusionists, monsters, dragon hybrids, holders of the Death Flame, kings, stand users, magical girls... and ordinary people, and you can establish an island nation with only sorcerers."

"It's much easier abroad. You just have to fight Sun Wukong, immortal cultivators, wizards, magicians, investigators, assassins, supermen, mutants, gods, angels, demons, and aliens. Of course, there may be other existences that I don't know about. You can look for them yourself..."

"Ayumu-kun, are you okay? You look so weird?"

Jiujiu Yuki looked at him with a half-smile, as if he were looking at a little white mouse whose worldview had been shattered, and said in a nonchalant tone,

"Thinking about it this way, doesn't it seem much easier to kill all the sorcerers?"

Thinking of the other person's eyes, Geto Suguru almost got goosebumps all over his body, not to mention that this woman also told this matter to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru burst into an unimaginably loud laugh at that moment, and Suneo's face was so pointed that the corners of his mouth could pierce the earth.

So much so that later, whenever Geto Suguru thought of this ideal from his middle school years, he would hear earth-shaking laughter, followed by his toes digging the ground frantically.

It was so embarrassing and so socially devastating that I wanted to flee the entire planet immediately.

Compared with this Hell Nightmare difficulty dungeon that is impossible to pass, killing the Director can almost be regarded as the level of a novice village.

Although he and Gojo Satoru have worked hard for two years, they have not yet left the Novice Village.

Thinking of this, Geto Suguru stopped. He had already walked to the center of the white fog.

Standardly speaking, the person with the psychic ability who released the white mist was sitting on the chair where Wangyue Liuli had just sat, and did not move at all.

Too arrogant.

In addition to him, there were several other people present, and the sorcerer's excellent hearing allowed him to hear the conversation among the group.

"I am Liuli's favorite reader. In the letter she wrote to me, she said I was her inspiration!"

"Heh, she even said I was her favorite detective."

"What are you talking about? If we're talking about a two-way race, it should be us. Teacher Liuli, like Joan of Arc, has pointed the way for us."

"You guys, there's no way you can understand Onee-sama..."

"..."

Geto Xia Yu slowly typed a question mark.

No, what are you doing?

Want a tea party?