On how to contain anomalous objects

"This is your dormitory. You can go to the mall to buy some daily necessities later." Elijah followed Gojo Wu with a lot of medicine in his arms. The white-haired man was tall and long-legged. Elijah almost ran straight into his back when he stopped suddenly.

"Are you okay? Tell the teacher if you don't feel well." Gojo Satoru glanced at the sweating forehead of the new student, and said a rare thoughtful word of concern - no way, the other party has just been transferred from the ICU to the general ward for a week, Until now, he is still coughing lightly from time to time, and the incision left by the first aid intubation on his throat has not fully healed, and he seems to be particularly out of place with other lively teenagers.

...It still looks weak enough to be crushed to death with a finger.

Elijah could barely understand the lot of words just now, "Dormitory, shopping, are you okay" -- "Language needs to be listened to and practiced more, the teacher will not accompany you to speak English in the future, please do your best !" After the interview, Teacher Baimao announced so, and then the other party really did what he said, and he didn't care about the difficulties of beginners at all, and his words slipped away quickly.

"No problem, you know my specialness." He tried to answer in Japanese, "I will overcome difficulties and work hard to complete the task."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, then turned his face strangely under Elijah's puzzled eyes and began to shake his shoulders: "Pfft - no matter how many times I listen to it, it's still very funny hahahahahahaha!"

Elijah:"……"

Is this person really a teacher? !A scumbag who blatantly mocks foreign students' accents can't get a teacher's certificate anyway, right?To be able to reach this level after only a week of Japanese forays is already considered my talent, and the spoken English of the Japanese is definitely worse than mine!

Elijah began to wonder if he had made a wrong choice in choosing Curgao as his shelter.

"Ahem, don't be angry, don't be angry," a big hand covered his hair and rubbed it like a cat: "Well, so hurry up and learn to speak, otherwise you will have nothing to say if you want to scold me explain."

"Mr. Wujo..." Elijah helplessly let the other party mess up his hair.He has always had nothing to do with this kind of familiar people, but he doesn't hate them either... In other words, he can't hate anyone who shows kindness to him.

"No, I have to call Teacher Wutiao." The hand on the top of the head suddenly became heavy: "Hurry up, I was interrupted by the principal just now, this time the tone should be sweeter, using that kind of cute and cute like jk coquettish Tune--"

Elijah who understands jk: "...I'm already eighteen, so neither gender nor age has anything to do with jk, right?"

"Call the teacher quickly," the unethical teacher began to babble: "If you don't call me again, I will ask you to shout "Teacher Wutiao is the best in the world" a hundred times with a loudspeaker downstairs in the dormitory?"

Faced with the opponent's attitude of not giving up until he reached his goal, Elijah froze for a moment, and finally gave up, stumbling and shouting in a low voice: "...Teacher Wutiao."

Professor Sechenov, who was in charge of supervising him, had never been serious about these titles. Now that he suddenly encountered a particularly unscrupulous teacher role, Elijah couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, and felt that even the tips of his ears were burning.

"You're only eighteen, and a child should look like a child," although the voice was still not sweet enough, but for the sake of the student's red ears, Qiang Qiang withdrew his hand mercifully, and he bent down , staring at the student's eyes full of unconscious fear: "I've said it before, it is unforgivable to take away the youth of young people, so don't worry."

"—Your teacher, I am the strongest."

Elijah: "...Sorry?" I can't understand, the vocabulary is beyond the outline.

A rare five-tiao teacher who failed to be handsome: "...Elijah, promise me to memorize vocabulary well."

……

Sending the student into the dormitory and giving him a new set of quilts, Gojo Satoru leaned against the door, watching the other party coughing softly while tidying up the bed, the corners of his mouth that had been up all the time before finally drooped at this moment.

"Mr. Gojo." The tall and thin young man sat on the hospital bed, turned his face to the side after hearing the movement, and looked at the white-haired man covered by the moonlight.

"Yo." Gojo Satoru simply sat on the window sill and waved at him lazily: "It seems that you have already chosen your camp?"

"..." The young man didn't answer him directly: "I heard from Mr. Yidizhi that once a "flesh" like me loses control and becomes possessed by a cursed object, it will cause huge casualties..."

Gojo Satoru looked at him thoughtfully: "It is logically correct, but I will definitely kill you the moment you lose control, so don't worry about that."

…Don't pay attention to your own life and death, but worry about the consequences you may cause?

"...I see." The young man lowered his eyes halfway, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding Gojo Satoru's probing gaze: "It may be abrupt to say this, but can I ask you a question?"

"Can."

"I heard Mr. Yizhi said that you are the strongest in the magic world, so if you execute the execution, will the "curse" in my body disappear completely?"

"Ashes disappear, there will be absolutely no traces left." Gojo Satoru looked at him with his face propped up, and there was no trace of happiness or anger in his voice.

"...Then if it's convenient, can you just... "exorcise" me?" The young man finally raised his head, looking at the white-haired conjurer with joy and anticipation.Gojo Satoru noticed that he was even thinner than the last time they met, which made him look particularly gaunt and weak.The other party was not a beautiful person at all. He was tall and tall, but his back was always bent slightly intentionally or unintentionally, and his head was buried subconsciously. People are like any ordinary passer-by on the street, people can't help but look away when they look at them.

Boring, uninteresting, are insects that are not in the realm of predator hunting.

But just now, his amber eyes, always docile and drooping, were horribly bright, and their narrowed pupils cast a strange and frenzied light, which made this ghostly pale young man almost luminous. Like molten iron boiling in the center of a furnace, it burns itself and everything around it brilliantly.Some kind of hot and sincere emotion bursts out from the gaps in his overloaded body, which makes him look more devout than any fanatic, more crazy than any down-and-out gambler, and he is heading towards the redemption from a strange world. Those who desperately stretched out their hand for help——

"...It's not impossible, for me it's just a matter of moving my fingers."

"But——" Gojo Satoru waved his hand to stop the excited young man who wanted to say something, and he stared at him with a half-smile: "You still owe me money? If you just die like this, I will be very troubled. .”

"—?" The young man froze suddenly with his distorted face due to excitement.

"Medical expenses, medical expenses, this is the top hospital in Tokyo, let me think about it, you entered the ICU, lived in a top-level ward for half a month, and hired two nurses, um... It should be 3000 million after all. Yen, right?"

"Three, 3000 million..." Elijah's pupils trembled.Forgive him, no one will pay the anomaly, the research institute will arrange all his food and clothing expenses, and the travel expenses for missions will also be reimbursed by the finance department. Occasionally, if he wants to buy something, he only needs to ask Professor Sechenov Need pocket money...

But even if he has no concept of money, Elijah knows that this number is definitely a big, big number for him now, and he probably won't be able to pay it back if he sells it.

Gojo Satoru looked at the other party with amused smile and instantly became depressed, from a neurotic and dangerous lunatic to a pitiful puppy. Finally, he couldn't hold back his eager right hand, and stretched out his hand to snort the soft short hair.

"Question, how old are you?" The white-haired conjurer suddenly asked an irrelevant question.

"Eighteen." The young man replied dejectedly, "Sir, I am an adult, you can hire me, I can do anything for you... as long as I pay you back."

"Rejected, you still have two years to come of age in Japan."

"Half of my blood is from Russia, where I have been an adult for three months," the young man retorted softly.

"I am the creditor and I have the final say." Gojo Satoru tilted his head with a smile.

"..."

"Okay, stop being coquettish, such a handsome Mr. Gojo will be your teacher, it's obviously a great joy to go to the playground and run a hundred laps." Hair: "And if I take care of you, I will kill you the second you lose control. It will definitely not cause any impact. It is environmentally friendly, safe and pollution-free. Everyone who has tried it agrees."

"You want to save people, right?" The six eyes under the blindfold calmly stared at the indescribable thing twisted and entangled in the shape of a human in front of them: "Although those old oranges in the magic world are annoying, but exorcising the curse can not only Make money, and save many ordinary people who shouldn't die under the curse."

"—It is unforgivable to take away the youth of young people. Instead of wasting time repenting for crimes you have not committed, it is better to take action and atone for sins in advance."

The white-haired conjurer disappeared as elusively as when he came. Elijah smiled wryly, only feeling that he was drenched in cold sweat by the sudden burst of coercion from the other party, and there was something faintly related to strength in his heart. The half-belief and suspicion completely dissipated.

Elijah tightly held onto the mobile phone Mr. Yidizhi bought for him. Before he left, the other party added him as a friend. He saw an arrogant broomstick baring his teeth at him on his list of few friends. After walking for a long time, the profile picture began to flash on the message list, and a data sheet was sent to him.

"Take the time to fill in this, and send it to me when you have sorted out your identity information. After you pass the interview, you will be a first-year student of the Conjuration High School【Love】"

Elijah hesitated for a moment, and silently typed a line: "Is my age a little too big for the first grade?"

The other party quickly replied with an emoji of a cute kitten.

"It doesn't matter, there are very few students in the high school, and there are all age groups. Besides, you are not much older than your classmates, so it doesn't matter~"

Elijah silently replied to the emoji package that comes with the system and politely said good night, then stopped checking whether the other party responded or not, and lay down with his eyes closed and expressionless.

——He treats me like he is taking care of a puppy who accidentally hurt someone with his immature fangs, but I am not a poor and innocent young pre-criminal, but a person full of crimes, who deserves to burn in hell forever... ...a felon.