Silver-haired and curly-haired ghost-fearing daily life

Yi Gu is applying medicine to his wound.

I don't know if it's an illusion...I always feel that the recent spell practice is getting more and more difficult...

Answer: Not an illusion.

Xia Youjie had a headache on his face, and he was pressing the unscrupulous teacher who was happily eating dessert: "How long do you want to use the first-level spell spirit as the second-level test this kid! Do you think the first-level spell spirit is the Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market? How much do you want?"

Gojo Satoru licked the cream and said happily: "Oh, it's almost the same...Speaking of which, Jie is also very suitable to be a teacher. Your magic spell can help students in actual combat without bringing risks."

Xia You said sadly: "...So you are being lazy?"

Gojo Satoru nodded and said, "It's not so obvious, as for me, I'm a good teacher who cares about students."

... This guy is hopeless, and he is also invincible in terms of thick skin.

Gojo Satoru was wearing a blindfold, only to see him grinning. He crossed his hands and said expectantly, "...But Yigu really should have a new impetus to move forward. Jie, let's arrange a special class tomorrow."

Do you think super-grade mantras are also Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market?

Xia Youjie sneered: "I'm dreaming, I'm very busy tomorrow. The girls are on school vacation, and I promised them to eat croquettes at Zhuxia Road."

Gojo Satoru frowned—although he couldn't see him frowning—but he still expressed strong dissatisfaction: "Why are they still pestering you like this? They are both 15 years old! They should come to the college next year, and they can be weaned , Jay."

Jie smiled and said, "Not every parent is a bastard like you who only caresses."

Gojo Satoru: "My child... hey, it's difficult. Let Yinshi do it."

He suddenly thought of something: "...Ah, why not let him take Yi Gu with him for a while, Yinshi, that person, sometimes unexpectedly can reason."

He complained to Xia Youjie: "...I am still good at practical teaching, I have nothing to do with the idea that students are weak."

Xia You, who considers herself to be one of the weak students, took a deep breath, took out her mobile phone and dialed Yinshi: "Hey...well, it's me, Gojo Satoru told you to deal with Lixiang..."

"—I don't do it!!!"

Before the hands-free was turned on, a loud voice had already come.

Xia You shrugged, smiled and said: "...Did you hear that, Yin Shi said he wouldn't do it either."

"Speaking of which, I plan to tell the cafeteria uncle that some students are allergic to red beans..."

—How despicable.

Yinshi's voice had already softened by half: "Oh, really, why are you so outrageous? Which student is allergic?" He struggled for a long time and said, "... How about 100 million?"

"...100 million..." Gojo Satoru dragged his voice and said slowly.

Xia You held the mobile phone and listened to the two people's unnutritive wrangling from a long distance away, thinking that neither of these bastards deserved sympathy.

The author has something to say:

Merry Christmas~~ I'm too sleepy, this chapter is a bit short, I wish you all the best for the postgraduate entrance examination tomorrow!