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After saying that, he took out his cell phone and took a photo of his face with the black and white photo on the stone tablet. After backing up, he stood up, took off his black kimono, folded it and placed it in front of the stone tablet.
I called Gojo Satoru and said, "I've taken care of it here. Please come pick me up. Thank you."
"So fast?"
Gojo Satoru was sitting on the sofa at the moment, holding two reports in his hands. He took a look at them and put them on the table. He continued, "I thought you would stay for two or three days before coming over. Are you..."
There were two reports on the table, one was from Xia Luo and the other was from a man named Yuta Otsutsukoshi.
After finishing the phone call, Xia Luo was now sitting on a chair by the roadside, looking at the passers-by around him. Some of them were possessed by strange-looking cursed spirits.
There was a child who looked like a newborn, with two pairs of black eyes and a scarlet pupil. He hugged the man's neck with both hands and kept shouting:
"Father, dad, daddy..."
Some resemble centipedes, but with the heads of human women. Their bodies tightly wrap around the men's bodies, and they whisper vicious words:
"You won't be able to live better even if I die. No, no, no, no..."
Some are like kittens, climbing steadily on the woman's head, with their black tails wagging wildly, seemingly showing their mood at the moment.
"This is the cursed spirit..."
Xia Ri Luo thought about the memories of the original host. Although the previous memories were like fragmented mirrors and difficult to piece together, the things in the past two years were still fresh in his memory.
He was just an ordinary high school student, the most ordinary one. His test scores were mediocre, and his sports were not very good either, but his appearance was acceptable, and he had a kind of bohemian and uninhibited feeling.
It's the so-called pretentious dealer.
Logically speaking, even if someone like him awakens in the crisis, he would not be appreciated by Gojo Satoru. Why is that?
Moreover, he could still vividly remember the process of killing the curse spirit last night. The world in front of him suddenly slowed down in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be filled with a force. The curse spirit that was originally invisible suddenly appeared.
In that grief-stricken will, everything about it seemed so ridiculous, and even the turtle-like movements were all flaws.
The scarlet cursed power involuntarily covered the surface of his body, and then nothing happened. The cursed spirit died on the spot for some unknown reason, and he also fell into a coma.
The source of these clues all pointed to his own eyes.
Xia Luo looked at himself on the phone screen. He didn't feel any change in his black pupils, but he could feel an indescribable thing appearing in his body out of nowhere.
He knew that this should be the cursed power. He tried to control this power after sending Gojo Satoru and the others away last night, but ended in failure.
It's like mud and difficult to control.
"Hey, are you the new transfer student?"
A crisp and hearty female voice was heard.
Xia Rizhu looked up at the girl. She was wearing a black uniform, her green hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was holding a cell phone in her hand. She looked back and forth as if comparing her appearance with the photo.
"If it's the Jujutsu High School, then it's correct. My name is Xia Ri Luo."
"My name is Zenin Maki, and I'm here to pick you up. To be honest, my first impression of you was pretty average."
Zenin Maki...
It turns out that the timeline at this moment is Yuta Otsutsuki, the year before the protagonist entered the school.
Looking at Zenin Maki wearing pink glasses in front of him, Xia Rilu grinned, stood up, stretched out his right hand and said: "If you think I am so weak, then please protect me for free, after all, I am really weak."
"..."
Zenin Maki looked at Xia Riyue who confessed so boldly, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond. After all, the words Gojo Satoru sent to her on the phone were very obvious.
That is, the boy in front of me has great potential, and what I said just now was just to find something to test his ability.
Is it really good to admit it so decisively?
No matter what Xia Luo thought, the most urgent thing now was to tie up his thighs and get by. After all, it was really dangerous here and it was easy to die without thighs.
With strong thighs like Maki's, it's definitely a safe bet to get by!
"Cough cough!"
Zenin Maki coughed twice and said, "Come with me. I'll take you to the Jujutsu High School."
"okay!"
Xia Ri Luo followed behind Maki and asked as they walked, "You look quite old. How old are you?"
"15 is old."
"15, you're growing really well, what do you usually eat?"
"fast food."
"Fast food? Why not make it yourself?"
"Please, you have a lot of questions!"
"I'm just concerned about your health. Eating too much fast food is bad for your health. How about I be your head chef? It's only 50,000 yen a month, which is cheap!"
At this moment, Xia Luo returned to his old job from his previous life.
……
Zenin Maki was speechless and said, "You are so lucky. If you want to be beaten, just say so."
Xia Luoluo waved his hand and said, "Isn't this cheap? My cooking skills are comparable to those of a three-star chef. This is just the cost of the ingredients. I don't make much money at all."
Just as he finished speaking, Zenin Maki in front of him stopped, stared at him with brown pupils, and clenched his fists as if he was about to attack.
"I'm telling you, a gentleman should talk, not take action. This concerns your health, so don't waste your eyes."
Xia Luoluo retreated as he spoke. After all, he was a scumbag when it came to fighting. Why did he have to fight and hurt others when he was supposed to be studying medicine to save the world? The main reason was that he was really rubbish...
He is aware of his own strength.
Zenin Maki looked at the retreating summer sunset, sighed, took out a 5000 yen bill from her pocket, handed it over and said, "Buy it for me, if it doesn't taste good, you're done."
"Of course, you can beat me up if it doesn't taste good."
Xia Luo took the 5000 yen from her hand and put it in his pocket, his eyes full of pride, and he seemed to say:
I'll cook, don't worry.
Hey, here comes my future money-making channel. I can make a lot of money just by buying some groceries. I am worthy of this.
Fifty thousand for one person, one hundred thousand for two people, and one hundred and fifty thousand for three people. Even if you don't become a sorcerer, you can still make a living by running a restaurant!
I feel like this is a good start.
Chapter 3: Spell High School
"The Jujutsu High School, also known as the Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu High School, is one of the only two Jujutsu education institutions in Japan. It is ostensibly a private religious school. Many Jujutsu masters here start their activities after graduation. It is not only for education, but also for mission execution and assistance. It is an important place in the Jujutsu world."
Summer Sunset listened to Gojo Satoru's introduction, looked around at the Jujutsu High School which was mostly made up of trees, and smelled the air without any dust, and suddenly felt happy physically and mentally.
As for Zenin Maki, who was leading the way, she left directly and was led by Gojo Satoru.
"Anyway, you have to meet with the principal first. You might be denied admission, so you have to work harder!"
"Eh!"
Xia Luoche looked at the tall Gojo Satoru in front of him with a shocked expression and asked, "Do you want another test? I can't control the cursed energy in my body now. What if I get expelled?"
Gojo Satoru: "It's not a test of cursed power. It's no problem as long as your personality is not particularly twisted."
"..."
Xia Luoluo was speechless: "You have a twisted personality... Why do I feel like there is something else behind your words..."
Gojo Satoru: "How could that be? I just can feel that you are different. I have also read your information. Xia Luoluo, 15 years old, often skips classes, has average grades, is extremely dependent on his parents, and there is no precedent of a sorcerer in his ancestors."
Xia Luoshuo: "Then what? What does this mean?"
Gojo Satoru: "It's okay. I thought you would shut yourself in for a few weeks or even months to calm down and accept the facts, but I didn't expect you to come so soon."
"..."
Xia Luoche was silent for a moment, then said, "Maybe... my personality is indeed twisted. But that doesn't mean anything. I am no longer the person I used to be."
"You are quite conscious."
Gojo Satoru lowered his head and stared into the eyes of the boy in front of him, and found that he was not joking. Then he pushed open the black wooden door and led him into a spacious room.
The floor in the room was clean and tidy, but a rough old man with a black spiky hair and sunglasses was sewing a puppet with a needle.
He didn't look up, and said as he sewed, "Is this the student you've chosen? Wu."
"Yes, I met him at a midnight snack. I thought he would come a month later, but I didn't expect him to call me today. He seems like a very good candidate."
Gojo Satoru had a smile on his face and seemed very satisfied with the summer sunset beside him.
"Hello, my name is Xia Ri Luo, and I'm here to learn spells."
Summer sunset bowed 45 degrees and said without any concealment.
"Ah."
The man looked at the perfect puppet in his hand, then cut the string, looked up at Xia Luoshe, and asked, "Learn the curse, learn how to remove the curse, and then what?"
"Of course I should remove the curse, then learn medicine or open a restaurant. After all, I have seen the curse and realized the dangers of this world. If I don't learn how to remove the curse, I can only wait for death, or watch my loved ones die in front of me. These are all very painful for me."
"Well, the reason is qualified." The man stood up, shook his right hand that had just held the needle, and asked: "The next step is to test your determination. The easiest way is to be close to death. Are you ready!?"
"Hey! Wait, didn't they say there's no need for actual combat testing?"
Xia Luoluo waved his hand and stepped back hastily, glancing at Gojo Satoru with his panicked eyes as if to say:
Come and help me out, I'm not good at fighting.
Gojo Satoru stuck out his tongue irresponsibly, took two steps back, and said with a smile: "This is indeed not a test of cursed power, it's just a test of your determination. It will hurt for two days at most, it's nothing serious."
Two days of pain...
"..."
"It's alright, sir! Is it because you're not the one getting beaten?"
Xia Luo had just finished complaining when a rag doll suddenly appeared in front of her face. If she looked closely, she saw that it was a rag doll that the principal had just sewn!
The seemingly weak fist now delivered a heavy blow from a grown man, hitting him hard on the chest.
So fast!