I planted little spray mushrooms at 5:20 and dominated the magic world at 13:14

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Chapter 101 (Nutrient Solution Plus Two-in-One)

At this moment, Gojo Satoru was curled up in the back seat, using his smart brain that mastered countless advanced mathematical principles to think about the possibility of building a time machine.

The teleportation principle of the "Cang" energy is to create "negative infinity" between multiple objects, compress the spatial distance between two coordinates, and achieve the effect of instantaneous displacement... Since space can be compressed, how about further compressing time? Want to try it... The

assistant supervisor saw that he didn't look up for a long time, and said worriedly: "Gojo-kun, are you feeling unwell?"

Gojo Satoru was as disappointed as death: "Very well."

Some people are still alive, healthy, and lively, but they are almost dead.

The assistant supervisor glanced at the message on the phone: "Well... If there is no problem, should I send you back to the high school now?"

"... No no no no no no!"

Received extremely fierce opposition.

Assistant Supervisor: "?"

Gojo Satoru: "Find me some tasks, preferably ones that require an overseas assignment, the kind that requires a business trip, and going abroad is fine."

The assistant supervisor was embarrassed: "Even if you ask so... tasks are not just given."

Gojo Satoru: "Then find a way to create some terrorist incidents to produce new special-grade cursed spirits."

Assistant Supervisor: "???"

He said something that even the villains might not say!

"...Anyway." Gojo Satoru said, "You can't go back to the technical college, and don't go near the technical college. Find me something to do..." He began to vent his anger, "Aren't there a lot of messy tasks at ordinary times?! Why do I disappear as soon as I think about being diligent!" The

assistant supervisor was puzzled, why did he love to work overtime on his own initiative? Did he want to earn more task rewards because his family cut off his pocket money? Since

the other party asked so, he had to say: "Then I'll help you look..."

That night, Gojo Satoru took on several tasks that should have been assigned to the second-level sorcerer, and the assistant supervisor followed suit to work overtime. When he finished, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and the sky was foggy and white.

There are a few early morning joggers on the street. Tokyo is sleeping. In another hour, it will open its eyes and turn into an international city with bustling voices.

The assistant supervisor lowered the driver's seat and took a nap.

Gojo Satoru is still unusually awake.

This is natural, right?

Every time he feels sleepy, he recalls what he said during the day, and wakes up awkwardly and horrified the next second. From the time he returned to normal to now, his phone has rang several times, all of which are message reminders. He dared not look at any of them.