Spell Upgrade System

7

Chapter VII

    One day ago, Tokyo.

    The boy with white hair and sunglasses was lazily lying on the back seat of the car, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, and the afternoon sun shone on his face, making his already slightly rounded outline soft and soft. Quite a lot.

    After an unknown amount of time, the front door of the car was opened, a man sat in the driver's seat, and started the car skillfully.

    Gojo Satoru closed his eyes and sighed, "You're so slow."

    The man in the driver's seat apologized guiltily: "I'm very sorry, Mr. Gojo, some things were delayed."

    "But...it's the same for me."

    Whether it's before departure or on the way to departure, Gojo Satoru doesn't really care, the essence is boring. When he arrives at the location, he can just get rid of the curse spirit.

    The boring daily life starts from school, whether it is dawdling until school is over, or leaving school halfway to perform tasks, for Gojo Satoru, daily life is daily life, and nothing is different.

    Gojo Satoru turned sideways slightly, looked at the man's face in the front mirror of the car, and said, "I said, don't follow me when we get here."

    "Master Wujo, I'm afraid..." The man hesitated to speak.

    Gojo Satoru frowned, and said impatiently, "If you're told to leave, you'll just leave and treat it as a holiday, don't you want to? Or are those old men threatening you again?"

    "..." The

    man didn't speak, thinking about I know, he won't dare to say it.

    Gojo Satoru turned over on the back seat a little bored, thinking that even if he didn't want to, he could completely throw people away with just a teleport, and he couldn't even catch them.

    After a while.

    Gojo Satoru did exactly that.

    He completely threw off the assistant supervisor, so he said long ago that he didn't need the assistant supervisor to accompany him, and it wasn't the first time he went to other places to do tasks. It was really unnecessary.

    Perhaps compared to this unnecessary escort, the group of people sent the auxiliary supervisor to follow them more for surveillance.

    Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, and took out the phone from his pocket.

    Speaking of which, there are things like GPS positioning in mobile phones, right?

    [Wujo Satoru: I'm going to stay here for a few days, during which time I will find tasks to do by myself, please tell the old men! ]

    After sending this text message to the assistant supervisor, Wujo Wu resolutely turned off the phone, and then put it back in his pocket.

    After walking a few steps, Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered something again.

    He forgot his wallet in the car.