It's a power, not a spell

Chapter 41 Chapter 41

After Zenyuan Maki’s birthday, there was a snowfall in Tokyo, and the bare cherry trees were covered with a layer of white. Because of the lack of people, most of the snow on the ground kept its original whiteness, unlike other places where it was mixed with the soil from the soles of shoes.However, he only watched the winter scene Zhongyuan Zhong of the high school of conjuration for a long time. He received the mission and went to Hokkaido to exorcise the curse.

Gojo Satoru took advantage of the situation and asked him to bring Hokkaido's special products back, but after Nakahara Nakaya was exterminated, he suddenly received a call from Inohara, and returned to Tokyo without stopping, and did not have time to buy special products.

The atmosphere of Gaozhuan was obviously different from when he left, with a sense of solemnity in the air.

On the way back, Inohara briefly explained what happened on the phone.

Not long after he left, an uninvited visitor came to the high school and issued a letter of war.

"The enemy came to the door, but they were able to leave unscathed. Has the main force of Gaozhuan been on mission?"

If this happened in front of the port Mafia, that kind of daring guy would definitely be crushed to a pulp on the spot and thrown into the sea to feed the fish.After all, he is now considered to be a conjurer, and the enemy can come and go freely in his own territory... He has a strong sense of substitution, and he has already begun to get angry.

Inohara wiped off his sweat, "...No. The enemy used the students present as hostages, and it's not convenient to do it here. And the opponent is still that 'Xia Youjie'..."

"Xia Youjie?" The name sounded familiar, but Zhongyuan Zhong didn't care too much about it, "Wu Tiao is there?"

"Uh... yes." Out of an inexplicable sense of guilt, Inohara went on to explain, "Xia Youjie is a super curse master. I think it's the 'strongest'. But he suddenly defected to the conjurer's side in the third year..."

The voice of the boy who couldn't hear the emotion came from the phone, "Oh."

Oh?

Inohara was sweating on his forehead, not sure what he meant, and was about to say something more when he heard Nakahara Chuya say: "I understand the situation, I can go back to school tonight."

The other party hung up the phone.

Inohara: ...

When we arrived at the school in the evening, the combat meeting had already been concluded. Gojo Satoru probably got the news from Inohara, and Nakahara Chuya met him at the school gate.

It's snowing again in Tokyo.

The young man is sitting on the wooden railing by the roadside, with unfettered white hair hanging down, behind him is the darkness that cannot be illuminated by the moon, like a delicate statue with snow falling, in an abandoned corner, silent and lonely.

This feeling disappeared when it also appeared in the Central Plains.

Gojo Satoru looked towards the end of the road, most of the snow on his shoulders shook off, he showed a bright smile when the boy noticed him, "Zhong——"

"No specialty."

Gojo Satoru froze for a moment, and just remembered, "It's okay."

"You've already forgotten about this." Nakahara Zhong also thought he was waiting here for special products. Although it sounds unreliable for special products, this kind of thing happened in Wutiao On Wu's body, it can only be regarded as an ordinary operation, "What can you do with me?"

"Is it okay if there's nothing wrong?" Wujo Wu asked back, at this time Zhongyuan Zhong had also walked to the door, he stood up and shook his head.

The snow on the top of his head fell to the ground, but some of it had melted away before. He didn't deliberately use magic to block it, and the snow wetted his white hair, sticking it obediently to the side of his face.Perhaps it was due to the light, the two-way transparent pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of lead clouds under the pale moonlight, but when I looked again, there was no haze.

Nakahara also thought of what Inohara said before, "He used to be a student of a high school, and he was a classmate with Mr. Gojo", and got a little clue.

"what ever."

"Have you had dinner?"

"what?"

"It just so happens that I don't have one either, so Chuya invites me as compensation for special products."

If there was still some thought of comforting Gojo Satoru in the Central Plains just now, now he just feels that he was stupid before.This guy's psychological endurance is very high, and he is a super-fast self-regulating type.

"You're dreaming." The person who said he wanted special products in the morning and then forgot about it at night, said something to compensate.

"Then let me invite you."

This is acceptable.No matter how delicious the food in the school cafeteria is, of course there is no professional restaurant that relies on this to support itself.

Nakahara Nakaya walked a few steps into the school gate, Gojo Satoru called the poor migrant worker Yizhichi, and drove them to downtown Tokyo.

A few minutes ago, Yidizhi was coordinating the previous graduates of the high school. He was an auxiliary supervisor who was busy with work. A few minutes later, he sat in the driver's seat, listening hard to Gojo Satoru's unreasonable demands, and became this guy's exclusive driver.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he and the professor glasses might have some common language.

Yidizhi is usually only in charge of Gojo Satoru, and his professional ability is very good. He has been sandwiched between the upper class and the wayward Gojo Satoru for many years, barely coordinating the two parties in a balanced position.At the same time, he works part-time as the boss's nanny, and he is responsible for picking up the boss wherever he goes. At the same time, he also knows the distribution of sweets and specialties in various places, so that Gojo Satoru can answer in time when he asks.

And although Inohara is an auxiliary supervisor with him, he is not only in charge of Nakahara Nakaya, so Nakahara Nakaya usually does not take his car when it is not necessary.

Facing Yidizhi with dark circles under his eyes and sudden death on his face—although he has always been like this, Zhong Yuanzhong also felt a little bit unbearable, and this time it was a private matter, so it was a bit unreasonable to think about taking up his time.

"Just leave the car, you can go back first."

Yi Dizhi took a moment to realize the meaning of the words, "This...Mr. Gojo has never been interested in cars." So he didn't learn to drive.

"I can."

Looking at Gojo Satoru in the rearview mirror, the boss didn't show any obvious expression on his face, Yidizhi understood that this meant his agreement, and the social animal who was more anxious to go back to work stopped talking, got out of the car, bowed and trotted away.

After a while, he suddenly realized——

Mr. Zhongye is still underage.

Leaving aside the issue of the driver's license, the road down the mountain here is not very easy. I have never seen Zhongyuan Zhongya hit a car in this year. Minors generally do not have the opportunity to drive. In case they accidentally fall...

Of course, Gojo Satoru is still very relieved about the safety of the two of them, but Yi Dizhi is not sure about his car.

Kuhaha ran back to the door, only two rows of ruts remained on the ground.

Yizhi: ...

Just... hope his car is okay.

Contrary to what Yidizhi imagined, Zhongyuan Zhongye drove very steadily except for the jerky start.The speed on the winding mountain road does not decrease, and even occasionally drifts when turning.

Gojo Satoru sat on the co-pilot and looked at him sideways, "Chuya is also very good at driving."

"Yeah." Zhongyuan Zhong also responded unceremoniously, and then expressed his complete disdain for Yidizhi's car, "The car is so-so, it's not very smooth."

"Then next time Chuya's birthday, how about I give you a sports car?"

Preferably painted red.Gojo Satoru felt that he was suitable for this color.

"Sports cars are fine, I prefer motorcycles." Zhongyuan Zhong was not polite to him. He plans to buy one himself when he turns 16 next year.I haven't touched it for so many years, so I don't know if it will be handmade.

Gojo Satoru didn't give a clear answer. He imagined the picture of Chuya Nakahara + the locomotive, and asked, "Will it not reach the ground?"

"Huh?" The accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom, and the sudden acceleration caused Gojo Satoru to stick to the back of the chair.There was a bend in front of him, and Nakahara didn't even look at it. He shot Gojo Satoru with a knife-like gaze, "Say it again?"

The car ran off the road without railings.