It's a power, not a spell

suburbs.

Tokyo Metropolitan Higher Vocational School of Magic.

Surrounded by woods, the air is fresh and the weather is fine today.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had just left Qingteng Middle School in the morning and returned to the dormitory, also planned to take a nap.

Then the wooden door of the dormitory was opened with a 'snap', and a person who absolutely did not want to see appeared, polluting the air in the entire room.

The white-haired young man had his hands behind his back, still wearing the same black uniform.His beautiful eyes could not be seen behind the sunglasses, but the raised corners of his lips easily exposed his cheerful mood.

"Good afternoon!"

There was a soft sound of 'Peng'.

After being thrown by the opponent at random, the pillow that was thrown forcefully slipped against the wall and failed to cause any damage.The red-haired boy propped himself up and sat up from the bed, staring at Gojo Satoru unkindly.The clear voice was tainted with a little sleepy hoarseness.

"You better have business."

Moving his eyes from the boy's messy hair to the other's face, Gojo Gojo smiled deeper, "Qiang Qiang!" His hands stretched out from behind, allowing the boy to see the words on the bag clearly, "It's lunch!"

"Chuya didn't have breakfast today, did you?"

"Ah...thank you..." Zhong Yuan Zhong also subconsciously said after being obviously stunned for a moment.

He turned his back to the light from the window.After the feelings of displeasure and disgust disappeared, those cobalt blue eyes were like the undulating sea under the dark moon, so calm that even if the stars and the moon fell, there would be no ripples of broken light.

sense of violation.

Gojo Wu's eyes under the sunglasses narrowed slightly, and soon curved slightly again.

He stood by the bed, bent half of his body, and his face suddenly approached Zhongya Zhongyuan.

Cobalt blue and ice blue alternate across the lens.

At this distance, the two could hear each other's breath.

Zhong Yuan also reflexively turned his head away and lay back on the soft bed with too much force.

The corners of Gojo Satoru's lips curved wider, and a smile appeared in the boy's bright eyes ignited by anger.

As a result of such a whim, before he could get up in time, the young man grabbed the neckline, pulled him hard and fell into the bed.The sunshine and the young man's breath made him subconsciously put out the handprints for invoking the technique.

The food bag that was carried in both hands was taken out of his hands as a matter of course, and this episode did not seem to attract the attention of anyone present.

Zhong Yuan, who caused this scene, also looked dazed. The first time he had too close contact with a human being made his ear tips faintly hot, and the temperature of the other person's body was a little too high.

The action just now was just a choice made in a fit of anger. At this moment, an annoying guy fell as he wished, and even half of his body weight was on his body, but he suddenly didn't know what to do.

Catch someone and beat him up?

It seems to be possible, but it should not be so serious.And the opponent's ability is very troublesome, if you don't pay attention to it, the dormitory will definitely be broken.

Just push him away?

That would be too cheap for him, he might as well start beating him up.

He couldn't fight, and he didn't want to let him go easily, so he was caught in a dilemma.

The midday sun came in from the window, covering the two of them with gold dust.

"Pfft..." Wujo Wujo laughed, and the hot air he exhaled sprayed on the young man's slender neck, and his chest trembling with the breath made Zhong Yuanzhong under him suddenly itch.

"Nakaya-kun, do you like teacher that much?" The young man who specially used the title 'Jun' showed a narrow expression, "Don't bother, as long as Zhongye-kun speaks out well, the teacher will never refuse .”

"Get out of here!" Kicking the shameless teacher away, Zhongya Nakahara sat up and slowly clenched his fists.

Gojo Satoru, who was locked by the murderous aura, still didn't realize it. He smiled and pointed to his ear, "Here, it's turned red."

"……whispering sound."

Like a balloon being poked by a needle, the aggressive aura disappeared without a trace. The young man covered his ears, as if feeling ashamed, then immediately put down his hands, and made a disdainful sound.

Hmm... my face is also red, it's a little cute...

Of course, Gojo Satoru didn't say this sentence, he really has business to do this time, and he can't spend his time fighting.

Bending down to pick up the food bag that had landed not long ago, he was a little surprised to find that the contents inside were intact, it didn't look like it had been dropped on the ground, but it seemed that someone put it down gently to have such a result.

Taking a clear glance at Nakahara Chuya, Gojo Satoru smiled and handed out a lunch.

"Eat it quickly, there is really business in the afternoon."

"..." He took the bag unhappily, and Zhong Yuan urged someone who was in the way to leave quickly with his eyes.

The other party raised the bag in the other hand and looked back with an innocent expression: "I haven't eaten lunch either, so why should Zhong drive me away so cruelly?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also said cruelly: "It's none of my business."

"Eh??"

In the end, because Gojo Satoru's skin was as thick as the earth's crust, he still stayed and ate the food he brought, and was kicked out of the room as he wished.

Before the door was completely closed, he left a sentence: "Time is urgent, change your clothes quickly!"

Liar, if you really have to worry, how can this guy be free enough to make him angry again and again?

Zhongyuan Zhong also kicked the door from the inside blankly in response.

-

"Chuya, what are you wearing!?"

The sudden shout knocked dust off the ground.

"Any questions?"

"What's the problem..." Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses that were about to fall off, and his voice was rare and weak.

Nakahara Chuya has always dressed very carefully.When I was a cadre in the Communist Party, I never took off the three-piece Italian-style high-definition suit even in battle, even if I lost tens of millions after every fight.

Because there is no shortage of money.

But now that there is no money, high-end clothing has become a cheap price of hundreds of thousands of yen, but the cleanliness has never changed.

The white shirt didn't have any wrinkles.He folded the cuffs up a few times, and they neatly stuck to the part just below the elbows, revealing the well-proportioned muscle lines that have been trained and rarely seen in today's teenagers.

Still standing with his hands in his pockets, his back is straight, and in this posture, it is easy to notice his slender waistline, and then he lowers the black trousers to wrap his straight legs.

The outer buttons of the shirt were fastened meticulously from bottom to top, except for the top one which was loose, revealing her fair collarbone.

If that was the case alone, Gojo Satoru would only be amazed at the young man's exquisite appearance and attire, but...

He looked up a few minutes from the collarbone and paused.

The white shirt fabric, the delicate skin, and the only standout in the monochromatic... dark collar.

Noticing where the young man's eyes fell, Zhong Yuanzhong pulled out his left hand without paying much attention, inserted his index finger into the gap between the collar and the skin, and tugged casually.

"what happened?"

The leather collar gently strangled the boy's neck, leaving marks on the skin. The contrast and collision of black and white, and the blending and blending of greenness and lust easily created that strange charm that made it difficult to look away.

Those clear eyes without self-consciousness can easily arouse the deepest evil thoughts in people's hearts.

The bad taste of the Japanese is to see beautiful things perish at their most splendid moment.They are also willing to do this kind of thing with their own hands. If they are more perverted, they will be keen to record that scene in poignant words and read it over and over again.

It is really incomprehensible.

Gojo Satoru came from a famous family, so even though he was exquisite in appearance, no one dared to lay his mind on him, but in his experience of exorcising curses, such things were not uncommon.

After all, the unwillingness and resentment when the flowers wither are a very strong curse.

Gojo Satoru remained silent for a little longer, Zhong Yuanzhong also looked down at himself suspiciously, and asked hesitantly, "Isn't this... not good-looking?"

"That's right, it's so ugly, you'd better take it off quickly." Touching his chin, Gojo Satoru nodded seriously.

A 14-year-old boy, whose skeleton development is about to begin, has a slender figure like a girl, but has a different sense of strength and beauty from a girl. If it is less, it will look immature, and if it is more, it will be too rigid.It is the age called the blooming season.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of Qiu Jilinai's words, so he didn't want to laugh at all, and even agreed very much.

"Extremely ugly?"

"Ok!"

"In that case, don't read it."

Gojo Satoru: ...Huh?

It's not the same as what was said.

"Didn't you say there is business? Time is urgent?"

"Ah... yes." Gently tapping the palm of his hand, a flash of comprehension flashed in his eyes, "Go to the easternmost building, I'll prepare the materials first."

Zhongyuan Zhong also bypassed him and walked towards the east. He was afraid that if he said one more word, he would be angered by Wujo Wu's unreasonable thinking.

And from an angle he couldn't see, Gojo Satoru quietly watched with eyes of unknown meaning. When the figure disappeared around the corner in the distance, the young man suddenly smiled, his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

"Depriving young people of the right to enjoy youth, no matter who it is, it is unforgivable..."

So just let him like it.

-

From the outside, this is just an unremarkable one-story building, but when you enter it, you find that the main space is concentrated underground.The walls of unknown material were densely covered with yellow talismans written with incomprehensible spells.

The young man pushed open the door, the oppressive air that hit his face made him pause, then left the warm sunshine without hesitation, and plunged into the shadows ahead.

Gojo Satoru, who said he was going to prepare materials, soon pushed the door open and came in, holding some bottles and cans in his arms.

"Yo, it's been a long time."

Because he couldn't make a move, he turned his back to the door and closed it with his back, then walked directly in a certain direction, Zhong Yuanzhong would follow behind him with satisfaction.

"So... what are you going to do with these?"

"Seal." Wujo Satoru said with a smile, "You always have to leave school for practical exercises. In order not to be disturbed by those guys at critical moments, you have to prepare in advance."

"Because the structure of the power in your body is different from the mainstream, and the overall scale is too large, the current sealing technique generally cannot work. But this time, I have made some articles on the materials, which can be used in a short period of time. effective."

"Although the time is short and there are many restrictions, well... it's better than nothing."

"Ah...thank you."

Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes.

He received sincere help from the other party without actually paying anything. This made Zhongyuan Zhong, who was used to the dark world's rules of "black eat black", "fighting is over", and "violence supremacy", feel a little uncomfortable.

Is this what the 'just side' does...?

As if sensing his thoughts, Gojo Satoru in front of him glanced back, "Don't be too happy, I'm not a fool who would give others free jobs."

"Well, I know." Zhong Yuanzhong also hooked the corner of his lower lip.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru, who had already turned his head, missed this short-lived smile.