Chapter 68 Four Seasons
Ijichi deeply feels that Satoru Gojo is very strange recently.
Although Satoru Gojo is not serious for 364 out of 365 days in a year, and he is still not serious in the past few days, but there is something... abnormal in this irregularity.
For example, when playing with his mobile phone, this person will laugh inexplicably. Another example is to complete the task and even start to pursue speed and accuracy. Although the report still has to be written by Ijichi, he often disappears after completing the task.
Since the first day he became the assistant supervisor, Ijichi has been tortured by Satoru Gojo. After being tortured for a long time, he naturally began to gradually understand this person. As Nanami Kento said, this is a person who deserves the wholehearted trust and trust of others. But someone completely unworthy of respect.
Based on his years of experience in being tortured, Satoru Gojo's behavior in the past half month is definitely not normal.
The tires of the car ran over the smooth asphalt road, and the cherry blossoms in spring were as green as clouds. After being filtered by the clouds, the mottled light and shadow reflected on the black road.
The wheels that were slowly rolling forward came to an abrupt stop, and the black car stopped among the spring cherry blossoms.
The car door opened, then closed again with a click.
"That's it." Satoru Gojo put his hands in the pockets of his large coat, "You can go back, Ijichi."
Ijichi was uneasy when he learned that he could get off work early. He had been oppressed by Satoru Gojo's bad taste for many years, not to mention the area of his psychological shadow, which had penetrated deep into his bones.
"Really? Are you testing me? I'm leaving like this. Are you really not going to give me a slap in the face suddenly? Are you going to beat me?" Ijichi was sweating profusely, as if he was facing a leadership assault. The social animal who was inspecting subconsciously told the truth.
"Who do you think I am?" Satoru Gojo curled his lips, "Am I such a person? I am the people's good teacher Mr. Gojo, am I such a person?"
Ijichi: "..."
The problem is that this is who you are!
The assistant supervisor was full of complaints and did not dare to complain. His hands were involuntarily stretched out with sweat, and he subconsciously squeezed the steering wheel.
"Are you leaving? If you don't leave, I will slap you right now." Satoru Gojo said coolly, "Don't disturb my date."
"Hi, hi... eh?!" Ijichi was so shocked that the truth slipped out of his mouth uncontrollably because of his shock, "Are you dating? Who are you dating? Who is so stupid..."
Amitabha, which girl is so unlucky?
Before he finished speaking, Ijichi's strong desire to survive drove him to cover his mouth with his hand.
"Ijichi, just wait to be slapped by me." Even wearing a black eye patch, Ijichi could clearly feel that Satoru Gojo's eyes suddenly became colder, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"Huh?!" Ijichi was horrified.
The poor assistant supervisor suddenly jumped up and stepped on the accelerator. The roar of the engine sounded in the cherry blossom avenue that spread out like clouds, and the black car rushed forward.
Satoru Gojo curled his lips, watched the car scurry away, took off his eye mask, took out his small sunglasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.
Fine dust floats in the scattered cherry blossoms, and thin beams of sunlight seep down from the layered cloud-like cherry blossoms, as thin as gauze.
The ringing sound of bicycle bells is carried by the wind as it passes by my ears. The temperature in spring is getting warmer, and it is spring break. Young boys and girls will go out together for spring outings.
The man's slender body stood in the hazy clouds with floating light and shadow. His overly delicate face and bright eyes that appeared and disappeared under his sunglasses naturally attracted the attention of the girls passing by.
Satoru Gojo took out his phone from his pocket and slid his finger on the screen a few times. The sliding screen finally stopped on a cat avatar.
--Where are you?
The cherry blossoms above the head curled up and fell quietly. The ringing of the passing bicycles stopped at some point. The gentle breeze made people feel drunk, and they could faintly hear the chirping of birds.
--In the supermarket.
A dialog box pops up on the screen.
Satoru Gojo tilted his head, looked at the screen for a while, and tapped his fingers on the keyboard on the screen a few times.
——Send me the location.
After a while, a location was sent, along with a confused expression of a cat tilting its head.
--I will look for you.
After Satoru Gojo sent the message, he clicked on the location.
The supermarket is not far from his location, and it doesn't take long to walk there.
The cherry trees planted on both sides of the path quietly dropped their gorgeous cherry petals, like a beautiful rain. The neat road was covered with cherry blossoms, and a long cherry-colored river stretched forward.
The cherry blossom-colored road, the thin and warm sunlight sheds soft cherry blossom petals, and the warm spring breeze is slightly intoxicating.
The long asphalt road winds forward. Satoru Gojo walks along the sidewalk, passing by various shops, passing through the crowds of people coming and going, and passing by the slender telephone poles standing on the roadside with colorful stickers on them. small advertisement.
Countless information flows converge into a river, just like tributaries flowing on the land. Along countless branch lines, from all over the world, all the way to the main stream, the information flows from all over the world flow into the brain continuously. middle.
The newly born low-level curse spirit waved its limbs along the telephone pole and scurried up like a gecko. In the dark corners where the sun could not shine, the whisper of curses filled the air silently.
Satoru Gojo acted as if nothing had happened, with the corners of his mouth raised, he happily opened his long legs, casually and without leaving a trace, he grabbed a magic spirit from a passing office worker and squeezed it into his hand.
The corpses of the curse spirits dispersed in the air, gradually disappearing into nothingness. The curse power originating from human negative emotions was dissolved and exorcised by the even greater curse power, and returned to nothingness.
After completing this series of actions, the tall man with long legs shook his hands and put his hands into his pockets. There was a sophisticated and unrestrained movement in his careless movements.
After opening the automatic door of the supermarket, I took a rough look at the people in the supermarket. The people in the supermarket were almost included in the detection line of sight with six eyes.
The six eyes cannot determine Yayoi's position by detecting magic power, but that does not mean that Yayoi's location cannot be determined by pure naked eye vision.
After all, not everyone has six eyes, and using eyes to collect information is one of the first instincts of human beings.
Based on pure naked eye vision, Satoru Gojo's vision is still far beyond that of ordinary people.
So he caught an eye-catching flash of red among the crowd.
Satoru Gojo paused, said nothing, and deliberately slowed down his pace and walked over slowly.
Yayoi bent down and took down a bottle of orange soda from the shelf. There was a gap where the orange soda was originally placed. The can was taken away. Through the gap, Yayoi met a pale blue eye. Hitomi.
Yayoi was stunned for a moment, stood up and looked up. The person on the other side of the shelf also straightened up. The small sunglasses on the bridge of his nose slid slightly, revealing his blue eyes, with a smile in his eyes and an arc at the corner of his mouth. He looked like a dog in a good mood. Big cats.
"Want to help?" Satoru Gojo drawled, his hands in his pockets, lazy and easy-going, "I can help you carry your things."
--Wow.
Yayoi blinked and told Satoru Gojo with her expression that she was surprised, even shocked. The big cat who likes to tease people actually offered to help, but the red hair was shocked.
"Eh~" the big cat, who understood Yayoi's expression, said in a drawled voice, "It's so sad, I obviously really want to help~"
He is clearly a tall, 28-year-old man who is approaching the age of an uncle, but his coquettish tone is inexplicably reminiscent of an adolescent female high school student.
Satoru Gojo walked around and slowly walked to the other end of the shelf. After taking the heavy shopping basket in Yayoi's hand, he raised his hand and weighed it a few times. It was still quite heavy. He moved his eyes downward and paused in the shopping basket. After a while, I was not surprised to find that orange soda took up half of the shopping basket.
The sweet and sour orange soda is delicious and smells good.
The corners of Satoru Gojo's lips raised in an arc unconsciously. He turned his head and looked over. Yayoi had already run to the refrigerated area and fished out a box of prepared chicken breasts and two boxes of eels, both of which were meat.
Satoru Gojo looked at Hongmao's side up and down, and calculated the age of Xiaohongmao in his mind. Xiaohongmao was only three years younger than him. He was twenty-eight, and Xiaohongmao was twenty-five years old. When he became an adult, Little Red Hair's figure has improved a lot, with a slim waist, long legs, and nice curves, but no matter how he looks at it, he still looks a little thinner.
So the big white cat walked silently behind Yayoi, leaned close to her ear, blinked, and asked curiously: "Are you the type who doesn't gain weight by eating?"
The warm breath fell on the auricle finely, and a numb feeling rushed along the nerves in the auricle throughout the body, strange and unfamiliar.
Yayoi trembled, and the hand holding the crisper trembled. Satoru Gojo reached out and held the crumbling crisper in time to prevent them from falling to the ground.
Her back was leaning against Satoru Gojo, so close that her whole back almost sank into his arms, and the skin touched by the temperature of his fingertips became inexplicably hot.
His breathing stopped for a moment, his heart beat like a drum, unspeakable heart palpitations spread along his chest, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Yayoi raised his hand, placing his palm against Satoru Gojo's chin and lifting it up.
"Huh?" Gojo Maomao was forced to lift his chin and move his gaze upwards, seeing the bright lights hanging from the ceiling of the supermarket.
After the warm breath dissipated from the auricles and the heart beat gradually returned to normal, Yayoi threw the things in his hands into the shopping basket.
"Don't get so close." Yayoi lifted Satoru Gojo's chin with one hand, took out another box of chicken breasts with the other hand, and threw it into the shopping basket.
Yayoi let go of the hand holding Satoru Gojo's chin, turned around, and told him with a super serious expression, "You've made me abnormal."
The red hair soaked up in a flash, the back was a little hurried, and the ear shells were glowing with a lovely red color.
Satoru Gojo rubbed his chin, and Yayoi was in the vegetable section, facing a bunch of onions, picking and picking them quickly with his hands and feet.
Satoru Gojo peeked his head from behind Yayoi and blinked, "Isn't that normal?"
"It's just not normal." Yayoi shrunk and moved himself, trying to stay away from Satoru Gojo, "Nothing is normal."
"What's wrong?" Satoru Gojo felt like he knew something.
——This red-haired man is even more...silly than he thought.
"The heartbeat is not normal, and the body temperature is not normal either." Yayoi muttered. After stuffing a few onions into the shopping basket, he slipped away from Satoru Gojo like a cat.
"That--"
His vision was reversed, and overwhelming darkness flooded into his vision. He lost the ability to see things, and other senses also developed.
The sense of touch becomes more sensitive and hearing becomes more developed.
A strange yet familiar temperature covered his eyes, and the warm breath fell thinly on his forehead, centering on the piece of skin where the breath was sprayed, and spreading bit by bit along the surrounding area.
The body temperature is hot and the breath is hot.
The brain seemed to have stopped spinning, and the heart stopped for a moment.
Yayoi stood there stupidly, but her sight was obscured. Satoru Gojo did not restrict her hands and feet, nor did he use magic to restrain her, but she stood there stupidly, and all her sensory abilities seemed to come from her body. Deprived of the sound of the wheels of the shopping cart, the chatter of the crowd, things that were once clear to me, I could feel nothing and hear nothing.
After a long time, the palm covering his forehead slowly moved away. Satoru Gojo slowly distanced himself, his eyelids drooping, admiring the red hair's silly look.
"Is this abnormal?" Satoru Gojo asked with a smile in his tone.
After a long time, Yayoi found the brain and heartbeat that he had thrown away.
My brain started to restart, my heart, my heart was dancing, almost going crazy QAQ
Not sure whether she heard it or not, Yayoi slipped to the other side with oiled soles on her feet. Her instinct as a small animal told her that this big cat had evil intentions.
Satoru Gojo rolled his eyes, his delicate eyebrows curved into a smile, and the corners of his mouth raised a satisfied arc, like a cunning big cat.
"Don't come over! Just stand there! So far away from me!" After Yayoi gestured for the distance, he took a step back and hit the back of his head on the door of the freezer. The pain made the red hair burst into tears and he rubbed it. The back of my head hurts.
"Hey~ you really don't want my help?" Satoru Gojo blinked innocently, "You look like you're in so much pain."
"You're just this far away!" Like a cat with exploded hair, the red-haired cat became alert.
"Hey, hey, I'll just stand this far away." Satoru Gojo held the shopping basket and sighed, looking innocent and harmless.
Sure enough, you can't be in a hurry, you have to take your time.
Being anxious will scare people away.
Yayoi breathed a sigh of relief, and Satoru Gojo saw that the red hair was about to turn around again, "Be careful, there is Bo behind you..."
The unfinished words stopped abruptly, and Yayoi's head hit the glass door with a loud thud.
The collision was really hard. The pain in his forehead was so severe that Hong Mao covered his forehead and burst into tears from the pain.
Satoru Gojo: "...Poof."
So cute.
Satoru Gojo put down the shopping basket, pulled Hong Mao over, and took her hand away. His fair skin turned red, and it looked like he was really hurt.
"...Poof." Satoru Gojo couldn't help but laugh again.
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Dinner at Itadori's house is eel rice bowl. The specially prepared sauce removes the fishy smell of the eel itself. The delicious eel is smeared with sweet soy sauce and honey during the grilling process. The sauce penetrates into the fish meat and the fish skin is Baked until crispy, refreshing and chewy.
While eating, Yuji Itadori noticed that his sister was silent as she dug into the meal with her head bulging, like a hamster eating.
"...Sister?" Yuji Itadori cautiously called his sister, but the chopsticks in his sister's hand fell off with a clatter.
"...Yayoi?" The sound of chopsticks falling attracted Grandpa's attention.
The old man and the young man looked at their Hongmao's dull face, and it took a long time for Hongmao to say "Ah".
"Sister, what happened?" Although his sister was a bit stupid, she had never been so stupid before. Something must have happened.
"..."
"Yuji, something's wrong with me." QAQ
Yuji Itadori: "..."
Of course there is something wrong with that refrigerator of eels.
Geto fox lying on the sofa: "..."
I think I know.
Their family will eat fish in the next three days.
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The author has something to say:
Yayoi: Why is he covering my eyes QAQ [He is so overwhelmed that his hands are shaking, and he is frantically plundering eels JPG.]
#Someday in the future:
Yuji: It turns out you were the one who caused our family to eat fish for three days, Mr. Gojo!
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