Chapter 78 Three points white
Red is a bright and eye-catching color.
When being taken to the faculty and staff dormitory by Satoru Gojo, you need to walk through a staircase hidden among the lush vegetation and lined with rows of torii gates.
The rustling wind and the crisp chirping of birds lingered in my ears, and the simple and vigorous green rushed towards me. The higher you went up, the more intense the surrounding green was. The overwhelming green enveloped the two of them, and speckled sunlight fell below their feet. stone steps.
The rich shade of trees cuts the area of the sky smaller and smaller. The sun's rays are filtered by the layers of branches and leaves. When they fall into this green, only golden strands are left like delicate silk threads.
Satoru Gojo's footsteps can't be far away. Although this man has long legs and long hands, his steps must be long, but now he seems to have slowed down his steps.
Yayoi paused for a moment. When he looked up, what he saw was the sunshine above his head. Fine dust danced in the hazy light, and the speed of air flow seemed to have slowed down a lot.
He lowered his head and looked forward, keeping his sight level. In an instant, the vermilion of the torii pierced the simple and gentle green in his sight.
Summer has arrived, and the temperature in June is getting warmer as time goes by. By July, the sound of cicadas in midsummer will be as endless as in previous years.
Yayoi thought about winter.
The ancient shrine was built on a mountain facing the sea. On the path leading to the shrine, there are ups and downs of stairs. Vermilion torii gates stand on both sides of the stairs, like a giant beast with its bloody mouth open. Under the torii gates are The stone lanterns are covered with thick moss.
On a snowy winter day, fine snowflakes rolled in the icy air. The vermilion torii gate was splashed with hot blood, and the dazzling red color spread on the snow on the steps.
The torii is red, the steps are red, the fire is also red, and the fire reflects the same gorgeous sky.
The black clouds were mixed with snow, and the gorgeous clouds were dyed black, making it a dense mass. New snowflakes fell down and melted into the hot blood.
More snowflakes fell, and the falling snow filled the entire sight.
The snowflakes fell into the eyes, melted into cold water drops, and slid into the frame along the ends of the eyes. The cold chill slightly awakened people's consciousness, and the vision was filled with white snow and the dimmed sky. .
Some people say that when the pain reaches the extreme, it won’t hurt anymore. What will replace the pain will be a bone-chilling cold.
She blinked her eyes, and a hazy mist rippled in the air. Maybe it was snowing too hard, or it was dizziness caused by excessive blood loss. The only white in her vision was gray, and blurry color patches reflected on her on the retina.
She rolled her eyes again, and the broken vermilion torii came into view. It was red and stimulated people's vision.
The viscous liquid flows on the pure white snow, and the scarlet color is as dazzling as the flower of sin.
There would be no more pain, no more coldness, and the wave of sleepiness brought her vision and consciousness into endless darkness.
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So sleepy, so tired.
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Ah, that's it.
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His thoughts were wandering in all directions, and walking was entirely based on instinct.
The result of walking without looking at the road and lowering her head was to bump into the person in front of her. The person she bumped into had extremely strong back muscles. The collision made her nose sore and painful.
Yayoi took a step back and touched his nose painfully.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Satoru Gojo stood on the steps, with his hands in his pockets, bending down, and the mottled light and shadow fell on his hair and clothes, "I'm very absorbed in thinking~"
Yayoi rubbed his sore nose, and the sore and painful feeling flooded into his nasal cavity like a tide.
"I thought of something from the past." Yayoi covered his nose, with a thick nasal sound in his voice.
After putting down the hand covering his nose, Satoru Gojo saw Yayoi's red nose, with a thin red tint on his fair skin.
The rustling wind rises and falls under the torii, and the mottled sunlight looks like gold foil that has been cut into pieces.
Satoru Gojo paused, tilted his head and looked at Yayoi in a daze for a while, then stretched out his hand to smooth her hair into a mess, "What are you thinking in your unintelligent head?"
Although this head is not very smart, he really wants to know what other things are inside besides cats.
But--
He just couldn't figure out what was inside this little head?
So curious.
Yayoi puffed up his cheeks and told Satoru Gojo with a fierce face, "You must have been hated by many people."
When I was in junior high school in Saitama Prefecture, there were boys with excessive energy who liked to pull the hair of the girls they liked to attract their attention. Although this stupid method attracted the attention of the girls, the boys would not be able to do it for a while. I know how to love beautiful girls.
Girls who like beautiful hair will take care of their hair to make their hair look elegant and smooth. Girls who value their beautiful hair do not like boys who make their hair messy at all.
——Although a boy who pulls a girl’s hair may not necessarily like girls, he will definitely not be liked by girls.
The clothes are flying in the wind, and the hem of the skirt is rising and falling.
Yayoi suddenly thought of her good friend Misako Aihara, who was wearing a ponytail and a school uniform and jumping around like a deer.
"This kind of young man is super naive." Misako stood on tiptoes and spun around in a circle, her black ponytail swinging out in a beautiful arc, "Yayoi, don't be fooled by naive men. ”
White birds flapped their wings across the school sky. The girl below had a smile as bright as a flower, and the delicate hairpin in her hair reflected the clear sunlight.
Satoru Gojo is no longer a boy. The tall and tall 28-year-old people's teacher is an adult man who still retains the childish nature of a boy.
Satoru Gojo stopped playing with Yayoi's hair, pouted, stood up straight, and said confidently, "I'm not disliked."
"Who hates me?" Satoru Gojo raised his head slightly, like a proud big cat, "How can I be hated when I am the strongest?"
Stand up and tell him, and promise not to beat him to death.
Yayoi: "..."
Does being the strongest have anything to do with being hated? These are two different things.
Yayoi's red hair was messed up by Satoru Gojo, and he simply pulled off the hair tie that bound his hair. The unbound hair seemed to spill down, and it fell down along his shoulders to his waist.
Satoru Gojo paused, turned around, and smoothed Yayoi's hair into a mess.
Yayoi stood on the steps holding herself against the mess, with a confused look on her face. Fragments of light and shadow flowed on the delicate veins of the green leaves, reflecting a thin layer of gold. Her amber eyes reflected the thin sunlight. As dumb as a cat.
The red hair sticks neatly to the fair skin on the face, complementing each other, making Yayoi's skin whiter and softer, and the color of her hair more gorgeous.
Yayoi holds the hair tie in one hand and pulls up the hair that falls on the back of the neck with the other hand. The skin at the nape of the neck looks very white and soft, with tiny pores that are invisible. The hand holding the hair tie opens its fingers and pulls it up. The elastic hair tie holds it open.
Her hair is red, and so are her lips. The red hair falls close to her cheeks, her white mandible has a graceful arc, and the tail of her hair is swaying gently.
Satoru Gojo paused, feeling not good.
He raised his hand, rubbed the skin of his fingertips against the smooth red hair, hooked his fingers, and pulled the hair tie in Yayoi's hand.
Yayoi, who was robbed of his hair tie, looked up and blinked, "What did you do with my hair tie?"
Satoru Gojo raised his hand and gave her a gentle blow, "You really have no sense of crisis at all."
Obviously his five senses are so well developed and his intuition for predicting danger is comparable to that of a wild beast, but he is unexpectedly slow in some aspects.
"Why don't I have a sense of crisis?" Yayoi put down the hand holding her hair and let her red hair fall to her waist. "Give me the hair tie quickly."
The delicate hair band twirled several times on his fingertips. Satoru Gojo waved to Yayoi and motioned for her to come closer. Yayoi looked suspicious, but after thinking about it, she still raised her steps and walked over.
Satoru Gojo is already taller than Yayoi. He is still standing on the stone steps one step higher. He can see the curls on Yayoi's head when he lowers his head.
"Turn around." Satoru Gojo said again.
Yayoi:? ? ?
Yayoi tilted his head, and a strand of red hair fell against his cheek and fell to his shoulder, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Turn around~" Satoru Gojo said with a long tail tone, as if he was being coquettish.
Yayoi turned around obediently.
Satoru Gojo stretched out his hand and ran his fingers through the beautiful hair. The red hair fell from between the fingers. After all the hair was pulled up, the exposed neck had a graceful arc and fair skin.
Satoru Gojo paused, feeling even worse.
His fingers flexibly moved through the hair, and he used the hair tie in his hand to wrap a few loops around her hair. After tying her hair into a low ponytail to cover her white neck, Satoru Gojo held onto Yayoi's shoulders. Turn people back.
"I'm hungry." Satoru Gojo suddenly stretched out his hands, held her cheeks, and rubbed the skin on her face a few times, "Go back and eat quickly."
"The dining hall is in that direction." Yayoi said, "You're going the wrong way."
"It doesn't matter." Satoru Gojo rubbed her face again, "You cook it for me."
Yayoi:? ? ?
I have never seen a cat that orders people to work so confidently.
After the big white cat had finished purring on her face, he finally let go of her face and ran across the steps in two or three steps. The distance was suddenly widened.
"Hurry up, I'm very hungry~ I'm super hungry~"
Hula la——
The layers of leaves were tumbling in the wind, and the sunlight was pouring from the top of the head, filling the space between the vermilion torii gates. Standing on the steps, Satoru Gojo waved to her from a distance, and his shouts were picked up by the wind and sent to his ears. .
Yayoi blinked, picked up his steps, stepped on the steps, and ran towards the big cat standing on the steps.
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Yayoi's interview was successful.
But good news is always followed by bad news. On the first day he officially became Satoru Gojo's assistant coach, Yayoi owed a huge debt.
Except for the student dormitories that have been renovated in recent years, the other buildings in the high school are ancient buildings with a long history. If placed anywhere, they can be classified as historical buildings. The materials used and construction methods are all It is a traditional craft, and it does not make much difference to say it is a historical protected cultural relic.
Usually things like cultural relics are older and more valuable, and the repair costs are also astonishingly expensive. When Yayoi saw a bunch of zeros on the bill, his whole red hair was dumbfounded, and he stood there blankly like weathered and cracked plaster. .
"Oh~" Satoru Gojo, the cat, looked over and sighed softly when he saw the large string of zeros.
Spellcasters are a high-risk profession, and they are also high-paying professions. Most spellcasters are not short of money. Because it is a high-risk profession, there is a risk of death anytime and anywhere during the work, so the salary for exorcising curse spirits is also very high. It's impressive that this long string of zeros is really nothing to him, but it's a different story to Yayoi, who hasn't officially accepted the mission yet.
The salary of a high school teacher is no better than that of a conjurer, and even selling three Yayois can't make up the money.
"What a big string of zeros, Yayoi." Gojo cat blinked, leaned over, and drawled a long tail.
Hongmao's hand holding the bill trembled slightly. It was a big bunch of zeros. She couldn't afford to pay for it if she sold it QAQ
Satoru Gojo stretched out his hand with a smile and took the bill from her hand, "So you have to slowly work for others to pay off the debt~"
"The kind that's always available~" Satoru Gojo gave Yayoi a wink.
Yayoi：QAQ
"Why do I work for you to pay off my debt?"
After reacting, Yayoi felt that these words were inappropriate. What I destroyed was Mr. Yaga’s house where he kept his wool felt dolls, not your house where he kept his wool felt dolls.
Is the debt owed to the wrong person? Yayoi thought.
Could it be——
You actually opened the Conjuration College? !
"Is the house yours?" Hongmao was shocked jpg.
It turns out that you are a very rich cat.
Yayoi looked at Satoru Gojo in shock.
"What are you thinking about?" Satoru Gojo put the bill in his pocket and gave Yayoi a headache. He also stroked Yayoi's red hair twice, making her hair a mess and sticking up everywhere. "I am your and Yuji's guarantor. Of course I will be responsible for the aftermath of the trouble you caused~"
The corner of Satoru Gojo's mouth raised in a super happy arc, and the big white cat bent down, his eyes were level with Yayoi's, and the distance was shortened to the point where each other's breath fell on each other's skin.
"So, Yayoi, you owe me money~ There's a lot of zeros on the bill~" Satoru Gojo said cheerfully, "From now on, you have to work for me."
Yayoi: "..."
The cat I always wanted to fuck has become a creditor OO
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The overall layout of the teachers' dormitory is similar to that of the student dormitory, with smooth wooden floors, clean interior, beds, tables, floors, wardrobes, air conditioners, all the necessary things, as well as independent bathrooms and kitchens, and the door faces the floor-to-ceiling window.
The pale golden sunlight flows on the smooth floor. Outside the window is the lush vegetation. Looking into the distance, you can see the ancient eight-story pagoda and the black roof hidden in the lush green.
Satoru Gojo lives next door to Yayoi's dormitory, and they can get together by opening the floor-to-ceiling windows of their rooms.
Furniture is available, but daily necessities still need to be purchased, and kitchen utensils are naturally not available.
"It doesn't matter, I have everything I should have in my room, and I have everything I shouldn't have in my room~" Satoru Gojo said with a soft ending, "You can use mine for shampoo, and you can also use mine for shower gel~ At night If you are afraid of the dark, we can sleep together~"
Yayoi: "..."
Was she being tricked?
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The author has something to say:
#Gojomi feeding daily routine:
Gojo Mi: Yayoi, I’m hungry~
Red Hair: Okay, I’m going to make cat food.
Gojo Mi: Yayoi, I’m so tired~
Hongmao: Okay, lie down and let me jerk you off.
Gojo Mi: Yayoi, I’m so sleepy, come and sleep~
Red Hair: Okay... You are a mature cat. You have to learn to sleep as a cat by yourself.
Gojo Mi: I don’t want it, I’m afraid of the dark, I don’t want to sleep alone 嘤嘤嘤~
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