Chapter 81 Continuous Jian
Satoru Gojo spent a working day like a rest day.
His sleep duration was always short.
The Six Eyes is a passive skill that cannot be turned off, nor can it absorb the appropriate amount of information according to the opinion of the Six Eyes holder. As long as Satoru Gojo is somewhere, the information within a certain range can be seen by the Six Eyes. All information flows will be ingested.
The eyes are mirrors that reflect visible objects and appear in the fundus of the eyes. The nerves that connect the brain and vision transmit the resulting image to the visual center of the brain for processing and discrimination, completing the process of 'seeing'.
The number of things that can be seen with the six eyes is so huge that others cannot imagine it. The brain can easily become tired when processing these 'images'. One of the conditions for the unlimited technique is to have a conscious brain. The brain spends most of its time processing the flow of information coming in through the six eyes.
His sleep time will be very short, and I don't like the confused feeling when I'm drunk.
After lying on the bed for a while, the big white cat got up from the bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face. After washing, he changed his clothes and quietly walked out of the door. He walked all the way to the training ground and watched the whole process of Yayoi beating the students. .
The lush green spreads out in sight, and the soft golden sunlight flows down along the tile ravines on the ancient roof.
The shadows of the sun dance under your feet, and the birds singing in front of the mountains are melodious and clear.
Satoru Gojo saw a bright red spot in the middle of the playground lawn. She tied her hair up specially. In the eyes of Liu Yan, in the dark collar, the exposed neck was slender and her skin was fair. The temperature in summer was a bit high. , inevitably stained with delicate sweat.
Big Maomao, who loves taking pictures, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and clicked several times at the red spot in the center of the playground. Unsurprisingly, he caught her attention.
The movement paused for a moment, and Yayoi turned around, his eyes catching a sneaky cat standing under the eaves.
"Too slow!" Nobara Kugisaki, who was knocked over by Yayoi on the lawn, found the lazy and unscrupulous teacher and immediately protested and condemned, "You are late! You are late!"
"Sorry, sorry." Satoru Gojo smiled and put his phone in his pocket. His frivolous attitude did not reveal any sincerity in admitting his mistake. "Anyway, you are all doing close combat training, so it doesn't matter if you are late for a while."
"How are you, Yayoi?" Satoru Gojo slowly walked out from under the eaves and looked at the three students lying stretched out on the lawn.
"The close range ability is too poor," Yayoi said.
"Did you teach Megumi's Taijutsu?" Yayoi looked sideways at Satoru Gojo.
"Yes." Satoru Gojo curled his lips, "Is there still a little bit of you?"
Megumi Fushiguro, who was thrown to the ground, paused, sat up from the ground, and turned his gaze to the two people with a puzzled face.
"When did you steal your teacher?" Yayoi looked at Satoru Gojo in surprise, "I never taught you."
"Self-taught." Satoru Gojo made a playful scissor hand gesture, "After all, I am the invincible Satoru Gojo. I have been fighting with you for three years. If I don't learn one and a half moves, I will be a failure."
Yayoi was silent for a moment. In theory, her taijutsu style was not suitable for Megumi Fushiguro. During the fight, she could feel that Megumi Fushiguro had many concerns. During the battle, the time left for both parties was short. Unfortunately, most of the time, you need to rely on intuition. Yayoi's intuition is so accurate that the physical skills are engraved in his muscles, and he can basically react without thinking too much.
Most of the time, Yayoi will choose to attack. Her physical fitness allows her to ignore defense. Satoru Gojo has unlimited techniques. For these two people, offense is the best defense. Based on the fighting styles of these two, they are used in other applications. When it comes to people, it’s just the wrong version of the product. With this in mind, Satoru Gojo also added some defensive methods to the route handed to Megumi Fushiguro in an attempt to make him more resistant to beatings.
Yayoi briefly explained to Megumi Fushiguro, and after listening, the sea urchin head fell into deep thought.
After a moment, Yayoi's eyes fell on Nobara Kugisaki.
"As for Nobara, the technique is within the range of long-range attacks, right?" Yayoi suddenly thought of the technique to pierce the cursed body. "The fighting style is useless. If someone gets close, the situation will become very bad."
Yayoi has already demonstrated this terrible scene to her. If the nail as a medium is driven into the cursed body, then the cursed power will flow into the cursed body along the medium, destroying the cursed body. It is very convenient. Technique, but if the user's movements cannot keep up with the opponent's, it is easy to be knocked down before the technique is cast. Even if the technique is cast, the nails may not be able to penetrate the opponent.
Yayoi's body reaction ability is very fast. Even if the opponent gave her enough time to prepare for the battle, she was approached just moments after the battle started, and the joint bones of her hands that needed to be used to perform the technique were removed on the spot. .
"By the way, how did you do it?" The brown-haired girl sat on the lawn and said angrily.
It's obviously her own joint, but Yayoi's movements are so slippery when she disassembles it.
"Judgment." Yayoi said, "The structure of human bones is similar, but there will be subtle differences, such as height, fatness, and thinness. These differences will cause subtle differences in bones."
"But there are traces of it, the protruding joints and the sunken skin." Yayoi said, "Nobara is very slender, and the bones are obvious."
The beautiful girl who was praised for her slimness was completely unhappy.
"The last one is Yuji." Yayoi said, "As for Yuji, his physical skills are the best. His fighting instincts are very accurate and he can master skills. However, some of his movements are redundant. His strength should not be too big or too small. Just make sure he can defeat the enemy. Don’t go overboard and don’t hold back.”
"I know!" Yuji Itadori, a energetic young man, is full of fighting spirit.
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Time always goes very fast when there is something to do.
There will be no missions in the short period of time when they first enter the school. According to the teaching method of the Conjuring College, students are first familiar with all aspects of the school's infrastructure and related departments, such as the "Window" department that is responsible for conveying missions and providing mission intelligence, and then The purpose is to accumulate theoretical knowledge about spells, and finally be led by the grade leader to go on missions.
After the practical instruction class in the morning, there was the theoretical class. Since Yayoi also knew little about the magic world, Satoru Gojo thoughtfully added a set of tables and chairs in the classroom, with three children and a twenty-five-year-old adult sitting together. In the classroom, listen to another unreliable adult teach.
Satoru Gojo, who is twenty-eight years old and still likes to have fun, started to lecture enthusiastically under Megumi Fushiguro's disgusted eyes, and his eyes were on Yayoi who was sitting by the window from time to time.
The theory class still made Yayoi want to play cards with Zhou Gong. Satoru Gojo was unreliable in some places, but unexpectedly reliable in some places. He actually taught this theory class well.
The white-haired man with his hands in his pockets stood on the podium without holding a textbook. He picked and talked about some relatively important things, and from time to time he picked up a piece of chalk and made two strokes on the blackboard.
The chalk clicked on the blackboard one after another. Satoru Gojo was giving a lecture on the podium, but Yayoi was stunned underneath, holding his chin and trying not to let his chin fall on the table.
Click, click, click——
It felt like I was back in the summer when I was 12 or 13 years old. The cicadas chirped endlessly in midsummer, and their loud calls stretched into lines in the air heated by the sun.
The heat wave carried the sound of cicadas rolling in the air. The chalk on the podium was still creaking. After a while, it stopped again, and the sound of reading on the podium slowly came down.
Slowly, making people sleepy.
She is a teacher, ah, now she is a teaching assistant, but it does not mean that she will not be in a daze in class when she was a student. Every teacher grew up from the classroom when she was a student. When the students who were in a daze in class become teachers, they will see The children below were in a daze in their own classroom, going around and over again.
The afternoon sun is a soft golden color. The sun hangs lazily over the mountains and slowly falls towards the mountains in the west.
The gorgeous rays of sunlight smeared on the smooth glass windows, the red sun disc was burned black, and the world enveloped in it was as thick and colorful as an ukiyo-e, ancient and mysterious, but also full of charm that people can't take their eyes away from. Gorgeous.
His eyelids were so heavy that Yayoi finally couldn't help but lie down. The sound of cicadas in his dream was wrapped in the unhurried speech on the podium, like a dream, like spring water flowing into a mountain stream.
"Hey, I caught a naughty student who deserted~"
She saw Satoru Gojo, who had taken off his blindfold, sitting on the chair in front of her seat, which belonged to Yuji Itadori.
I don’t know what his idea was, insisting on adding an extra set of desks and chairs for her to attend class with.
Yayoi rubbed his eyes and got up from the desk. The red sun disk slowly became silent in the mountains. The dazzling sunset spread all over the ground. The six blue eyes were inlaid with the magnificent starry sky. They bent and squinted, looking careless. Lazy, but with the cunningness that only cats can show when they are mischievous.
"When is it?" Yayoi was a little drowsy in sleep.
"get out of class is over, Teacher Yayoi~" His hands were folded on the table, and the big cat in front of him put his chin on the back of his hands, his lips curved, and he looked at her with curved eyebrows.
Yayoi's heart thumped and she finally realized, "Am I asleep?"
Satoru Gojo nodded, intending to tease her, "Teacher Yayoi, you deserted in class~"
Yayoi was dumbfounded, ah, it's so embarrassing. He's such a grown-up person, and he's still a teacher. He can still fall asleep in class, and he still falls asleep in Satoru Gojo's class.
This is even more embarrassing than falling asleep in class and being hit by the teacher's chalk when I was a student.
Satoru Gojo was still looking at her, and his naked gaze did not hide the bad taste inside. Yayoi was so embarrassed that she wanted to bury her head in the ground.
There was a thin red color on the skin of the ear, and when it was clustered in the red hair, it was even more attractive than her bright red hair.
Satoru Gojo smiled, reached out his hand, and touched her ear gently.
The temperature on his fingertips was frighteningly hot. Yayoi pulled his hand away and covered his ears with both hands, like a frightened squirrel, wanting to ball itself up into a ball.
"It's embarrassing, don't say it anymore." Satoru Gojo heard the person who lowered his head say this. His voice was small, like thin and soft feathers sweeping over the skin. If there was a crack in the ground now, she would probably not be able to do it at all. Dive in without hesitation.
"Hey, does Yayoi have someone you like?"
The sun sinks into the mountains, and the overwhelming ink pours out from the horizon. Those eyes are quiet and quiet, as if they are quiet and motionless, but they cannot hide their bright sapphires.
Satoru Gojo straightened his back slightly, cupped his chin, lowered his eyelashes, and his white eyelashes half covered his bright pupils.
"It's the kind that I like very much~"
White cat, he said softly.
…
"I like it so much~"
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Silence is something that is surprisingly disturbing.
The sound of the shadows of the trees, the chirping of birds returning to their nests at sunset, and the whistling of the wind all left her, like a flood that suddenly receded. After all the sounds were swept away, Yayoi heard her own ear-splitting A pounding heartbeat.
As the distance got closer, the warm breath sometimes fell and sometimes paused.
What came from her chest was a heartbeat like a beating drum. As for whose it was, she couldn't tell. The nerve center was messed up, and the brain couldn't function normally. Her brain was a mess, and she couldn't tell anything. , whose heartbeat, whose voice, and whose body temperature.
Can't tell, can't tell anything.
What was reflected in the sharply contracted pupils was someone's eyes, those magnificent eyes of the sky, and the breath falling on the skin was also that person's.
The temperature on her lips was frighteningly hot, but it was like ice water melting on them in spring.
The slender eyelashes are like the soft and delicate down feathers of birds. They tremble slightly with each breath of the human body, and sweep against the skin, making it tickle.
The moon in the night sky parted the layers of clouds, the clear moonlight splashed down from the treetops, and the sudden sound of night owls sounded in the night.
Just a kiss like a dragonfly had already made her stupid like this.
Cats themselves are cunning but unavoidable creatures. Cat owners will inevitably encounter mischief from their own cats one day.
Yayoi, who has been raising cats for more than ten years, thought that he had long been accustomed to cats’ coquettish sounds, their mischief, and their soft belly.
But now she feels like she was wrong.
She had never understood the cat's mind.
The eager cat stuck out its tongue, and the tip of its tongue was hot, gently tracing the wrinkles on its lips, as if its lips were immersed in the rippling lake water in spring.
It seemed as if sugar had melted on the lips, and it was so sweet that the person himself seemed to be made of sugar.
Yayoi had never thought that kissing could be such a frightening thing.
"Yayoi is sweet."
The cat licked its lips after finishing its prank.
The mottled tree shadows fell on the windowsill. The cat squinted its blue eyes and kept focusing on Yayoi. Yayoi felt like a little white rabbit that he was eyeing.
Yayoi felt like every cell in his body was trembling.
Satoru Gojo looked at the silly red hair in front of him. His hair was red, his cheeks were red, and his lips were red.
He couldn't help but laugh.
——That’s it for now.
Yayoi opened her mouth. She felt that her lips were trembling, and every syllable in her words was trembling, "You...don't you...like Geto?"
Do you like Geto? What do you do when you kiss me? QAQ
Satoru Gojo: "..."
what?
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The author has something to say:
Gojo Cat: I can't wait any longer, I'm going up, wait...? Do you have any misunderstanding about me? !
Geto Fox, who was out for a walk and passed by the classroom: What is that? ! ! 【Pupillary earthquake jpg.】
#Someday in the future:
Red Hair: Geto, I'm sorry for you, you offended me.
Brother Jie: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense! I'm straight! !
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