Chapter 118 Waiting for the tide
Light flows in through the gaps in the curtains, soft and quiet.
The world outside the window seems to have not yet fully awakened from sleep, and occasionally one or two chirping birds fall into the room.
She didn't know exactly what time it was now.
Most of the light was blocked by the heavy curtains. The light in the room was dim, but you could clearly see the mess on the ground. Clothes were thrown everywhere on the soft carpet, and her pants and coat were drooped. On the sofa, one leg of his pants was still hanging on the carpet, and Satoru Gojo's coat was thrown directly on the carpet.
The shirt he is wearing is the one Satoru Gojo wore last night.
The hands around the waist tightened, and the body almost sank into the other person's body and left. Except for the thin layer of shirt fabric, there is no other barrier. Each other's body temperature is clearly transmitted through the layer of fabric as thin as window paper.
Through the small gap in the curtains, she saw the leaves falling on the windowsill, golden yellow, flowing like gold in the sunlight.
Yayoi tried to squirm away from the confinement of his hands, but was trapped tighter by him.
"Good morning." Her waist was a little sore, perhaps because she was hugged too tightly.
"It's noon now." Satoru Gojo opened his eyes, his eyebrows were clear, and he didn't look like someone who had just woken up.
"..."
It's noon.
Satoru Gojo put his hand against her waist and started rubbing it slowly. It felt a bit like he was petting a cat. Yayoi was like a kitten being petted, and her tense expression had relaxed a lot.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Satoru Gojo whispered in her ear.
"...It's okay." Yayoi carefully chose a compromise.
The person in his arms is like a squirrel in winter, curling up smaller and smaller, wanting to curl up into a ball and hide.
Satoru Gojo found it funny.
Yayoi paused, "Where is this?"
Yayoi covered her face in pain. She only remembered that she and Maki were drinking. As they drank, the whole world became lighter, the bones and flesh became lighter, and the whole body seemed to be wrapped in fluffy and soft clouds. Even the consciousness became lighter. As hazy as clouds and mist.
Before this, she had no experience of being drunk. She was not very clear about her alcohol limit and how drunk she would be. She rarely drank, and she rarely met people who drank better than herself. The most she drank was when she was in college. A male member of the club came over to invite her to drink with a glass of wine. After drinking glass after glass of wine, the man had already fallen down, and she could still keep her face red and breathless. Keep drinking.
Everyone drank very heavily that day, and the next day when they got up to go to class, they were all exhausted. She was the only one who looked like a normal person. After waking up with a smile, she was still a good man. She should eat and study.
Maki has a special constitution. Alcohol has little effect on her paralysis. Drinking alcohol is like drinking juice. Drinking one bottle after another has no other meaning except increasing the number of trips to the toilet.
In the past, she was the one who drank over others, but today she finally met someone who could drink over her.
Is she drunk? Was there any damage to public property? Did it cause any serious financial losses? Satoru Gojo...he looks good...and not good...
She felt that she had done something terrible to Satoru Gojo last night, taking away something that had been with him for twenty-eight years.
Yayoi took a deep breath, the pain left by the hangover seemed to be awakened, and there was a dull pain in his temples.
It doesn't matter if you're drunk, but doing bad things when you're drunk is the worst thing.
Yayoi twisted her waist and wanted to get out of bed, but Satoru Gojo refused to let go. She simply moved her waist and wanted to turn over. She felt uncomfortable being held by Satoru Gojo like this.
Satoru Gojo rubbed the top of her hair, held Yayoi's waist and turned her over, "Roppongi hotel."
Last night she dragged him and walked around Roppongi for most of the night. She walked through all the streets, and finally she dragged him to stop in front of this hotel.
Yayoi paused and then said thoughtfully, "Where are Maki and the others?"
"Ijichi drove back last night." Yayoi's hair is soft and carries a sweet orange smell all year round. It is sour and sweet. Satoru Gojo, who likes sweets, likes this smell very much.
"Don't worry, young people at this age are very energetic." He added at the end.
Yoshinoya recently moved to Tokyo. Before the celebration started, Yoshino Junpei said hello to everyone in advance. They have been busy moving in the past two days. Yuji Itadori has the address of Yoshinoya. The other three people in the first grade are probably getting out of bed now. I went to stay at Yoshino Junpei's house to help with the move.
Yayoi laid her head against the soft pillow. The pillow and the fabric were stained with some sweet and greasy scent, as well as some unique cold scent, the scent of Satoru Gojo.
The person lying on the pillow with his head tilted looked at her with his eyes open, his thick eyelashes raised, and his gorgeous pupils emitting a cold blue glow, like the eyes of a cat that comes out at night.
The slender white neck, the slightly sunken collarbone, the smooth muscle curves of the chest, the hands around her waist were a little harder, and most of Yayoi's face was buried directly into the other person's warm chest.
The warmth on her skin made her spine collapse. Goosebumps began to appear on the skin of her shoulders and neck one by one, and her fingertips were numb.
Death sooner or later is death, no matter what happens, Yayoi was heartbroken and said tremblingly, "Did I do something bad last night?"
"Yes." Gojo said softly, his voice was lingering, and his chest rose slightly as he spoke, "Yayoi did very, very bad things to me."
Yayoi: "..."
It must be a bad thing that requires her to commit seppuku to make up for the sin she committed, it must be, it must be.
"I didn't sleep for almost the whole night." Satoru Gojo said meaningfully.
"..."
"I was tortured by Yayoi all night."
"..."
"Can I get up first?" Yayoi swallowed and said cautiously.
"Huh?" The big cat lying on its side blinked, its blue eyes full of grievance and sadness, looking at her as if looking at a peerless scumbag, and said in a trembling voice, "You... ...Aren’t you going to take responsibility?”
Yayoi: "..."
We are all adults, and adults must shoulder their responsibilities.
Yayoi got up from the bed, with her hair messy from sleeping on her head. Satoru Gojo's shirt was too wide for her, which made her body even more petite and thin. The shirt had a few buttons randomly buttoned up, and the end of the collar was The buttons were not fastened, and the white neck was wide open in the air. The traces left on the neck were like faded red plums on a white scroll.
It's easy to be impulsive when you've just woken up.
Satoru Gojo's throat rolled.
Her red hair fell to her round and white knees. Yayoi was sitting among the quilts with a serious expression on her face.
"I will take responsibility." His expression was as serious as if he was ready to die.
Satoru Gojo stood up, raised his arms, held his chin and rubbed his chin a few times, "Really?"
"Really." Yayoi Maomao nodded.
"Okay, let's talk about the responsible matters later. Let's take a shower first." Satoru Gojo slowly sat up from the bed.
Yayoi watched the big white cat lift up the quilt and get out of the bed. Its upper body had full muscles and smooth curves, and its two long legs were wrapped in black trousers.
Yayoi watched him slowly walk into the bathroom.
"Don't you want to wash it together?" A white head of Satoru Gojo popped out from the bathroom door. His pale blue eyes were bent, looking straight at the person sitting on the bed wearing his shirt.
"No!" Yayoi was stunned for a moment, and then with lightning speed he opened the quilt on the bed, wrapped himself tightly, wrapped it into a white ball and stuck it on the bed.
The temperature climbed all the way up my neck, and my ears started to feel hot.
Yayoi wrapped herself into a ball and huddled in the quilt, but the quilt was filled with the smell of Satoru Gojo.
…
Worse.
…
When her mind was occupied with watching TV series, her grandfather knocked her on the head and told her not to go out for the night with a man foolishly. Otherwise, with her brain, she would not even know if someone took advantage of her. Men are very easy to have sex after drinking. biology.
Yayoi's head was dizzy. She was thinking that she was the one who had sex after drinking. In fact, that seemed to be the case.
The sound of running water in the bathroom became clearer. Yayoi, who was huddled in the quilt, heard the sound of the doorbell ringing. It kept ringing. Yayoi had to lift the quilt and go down to open the door.
There was a blanket on the floor, and when it landed, the plush touch made the soles of his feet itchy. Yayoi trotted all the way to open the door.
The person who rang the doorbell was the female waiter of the hotel. When the door opened, the person who opened the door saw the person who opened the door put the paper bag in Yayoi's hand without changing his expression, saying that it was what Mr. Gojo ordered. Yayoi politely thanked her, and the other person had a business smile on her face, politely said you're welcome, and finally closed the door for her considerately.
Yayoi flipped through the paper bag and found that it contained skirts and women's underwear. When she saw the sizes on them, she was stunned. The sizes were all suitable for her, exactly.
Yayoi wondered why Satoru Gojo was so familiar with her measurements.
She went through another bag, a change of shirts and coats, and...
Yayoi closed the paper bag without changing her expression, and was caught by Satoru Gojo walking out of the bathroom.
"Are you doing something bad?" The gentle water vapor and the cold smell surrounded her whole body.
"No." Yayoi felt guilty and grabbed the paper bag tightly.
"Do you like wearing my clothes so much?" Satoru Gojo's voice contained an irrepressible smile.
"No, no, no, no." Yayoi felt like she was about to cry.
Satoru Gojo put it away and stopped teasing her. He mercifully let Yayoi go to the bathroom to take a bath.
after all--
Business matters.
Yayoi finished the bath in a daze. The original clothes could no longer be worn. The clothes smelled of yesterday's alcohol. Satoru Gojo asked someone to buy new clothes. After taking a bath, she put on new clothes.
The new clothes were a skirt, neither too big nor too small, and they fit her perfectly. Satoru Gojo also bought a hair tie. After changing her clothes, he combed her hair and tied it into a fishbone braid. Her hair grew a lot longer. The braid has been beaten to the waist, and the bright red tail is like the beautiful tail of a red carp.
After changing her clothes, she was taken out of the hotel by Satoru Gojo in a daze. Before leaving, she saw the sign on the door of the hotel - LOVE HOTEL. The pink and romantic English letters made her legs tremble.
"What are we going to do?" Yayoi was led by Satoru Gojo, and people walked back and forth on the street.
"Be responsible." Satoru Gojo said with a smile.
The gentle sunshine splashes on the lampshade of the traffic light, the green light jumps, and the people walking across the zebra crossing are like flocks of birds flying across the sky.
Yayoi obediently put her hand into his and let him lead her forward. They were like two high school students.
Satoru Gojo's face does indeed look like a high school student. Just looking at his face, one would never guess that he is twenty-eight years old. He did not wear an eye patch today, but wore small sunglasses, not the square ones, but the small round sunglasses he often wore in high school. On the road, a female high school student in uniform mustered up the courage to run over and ask for her contact information. , the girl's blushing cheeks were like the sunset sky.
It seems like it's back to the days of high school. Satoru Gojo casually walking on the street is always the focus of girls' attention, but his strange personality can always scare them away.
Satoru Gojo smiled and raised the hand holding her hand and shook it, "I have someone I like."
The girl who ran over looked at Yayoi blankly. Under the sun, her red hair was as bright as red roses, "Red hair..."
Yayoi subconsciously put her hands on her hair.
"It's very beautiful, I like it very much." She heard Satoru Gojo say.
I heard the honking of cars in the distance, the traffic lights flashed green and green, and the shadows of trees reflected on the sidewalk swayed gently.
"Do you really like my hair?" Yayoi was led by him, and the other person's fingers slipped between his fingers and clasped downwards.
"I like it, why don't I like it?" Satoru Gojo slowed down his pace and took care of the red hair that was not as long as his legs. "When we first met, I thought your hair was very beautiful."
The red hair in the rain of falling pink flowers is flowing and bright, so beautiful that I want to touch it.
But when he was in high school, he probably wouldn't admit it even if he lived or died.
"Then why are you always stroking my hair?" Yayoi puffed up his cheeks. Satoru Gojo from the high school obviously always liked to strok her hair, but he would not hurt her or pull her hair out.
"Because I like it." Satoru Gojo blinked, "I like it very much."
Can't put it down.
When he was in high school, he always said what he said when he liked him, so he clumsily dealt with the little red hair he liked.
She was taken to an unknown place by him in a daze, and she signed some document in a daze. The staff stamped the document and said congratulations with a smile on her face.
"I've been thinking about it for a long time."
Satoru Gojo kissed her hair with a smile, leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "In this way, you and your red hair are mine."
Yayoi allowed him to fiddle with her hair in a daze, all she could think about was how Satoru Gojo said she liked her red hair.
…
Tokyo Conjuration College
Masamichi Yaga received a letter in his mailbox. At the exchange meeting, he asked Satoru Gojo to write a 25,000-word self-reflection letter.
To be honest, he was shocked. After Suguru Geto defected, Satoru Gojo never wrote a letter of apology, and he never punished Satoru Gojo to write a letter of apology. Even if he punished Satoru Gojo, I would probably let Ijichi write it.
Masamichi Yaga, who is well aware of the bad behavior of students, is thinking about it. Because of the communication problems with the upper management during the exchange meeting, and the extra trouble Satoru Gojo brought to him, Ijichi has been too busy spinning around like a spinning top recently and has no time to give Satoru. Gojo writes a review.
Is it the little red-haired one?
Masamichi Yaga frowned, opened the email, and started reading line by line. The more he read, the more he felt something was wrong.
How come this review made Jerry so angry? If he hadn't been sure that Suguru Geto was dead and his account had been stolen, he would have doubted whether Satoru Gojo had gone to Panxing Cult to threaten Suguru Geto to write a letter of apology. After all, there was such a thing as writing a letter of apology for Satoru Gojo. Suguru Geto did this a lot during his high school days.
As his mind wandered, he thought of the gray fox that appeared in Shoko Ieiri's infirmary today. The gray fox's eyes were too similar to those of Suguru Geto, and even some of the aura it exuded was mysteriously similar to that of his unscrupulous student. There is a sense of similarity, and in addition, my female student seems to have developed some weird fun recently. She caught the gray fox and started to play dress-up. Last time it was a maid outfit, this time it is a sailor outfit, and next time it is expected to be a sailor outfit. It's Lolita, the fox covered in girlish clothes, with a face full of life and death.
Masamichi Yaga picked up the coffee at hand and took a sip. The child had grown up and he couldn't control it anymore.
Masamichi Yaga slid open the screensaver on his phone and clicked on the screen a few times.
"puff--"
Masamichi Yaga spit out the coffee in his mouth.
The middle-aged principal of a high school took off his glasses, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, staring at the updates from Satoru Gojo on the screen of his mobile phone.
……WTF? !
Masamichi Yaga stared at the message posted by Satoru Gojo with a fierce look on his face. What was the phone number of the Metropolitan Police Department?
Shoko Ieiri fished for the fox and opened the door of the office. What he saw was an empty classroom, the sun was falling slanting from the window, and their teacher was staring at the mobile phone screen with a ferocious look on his face.
So the people staring at the phone screen with ferocious faces became two people and one fox.
Masamichi Yaga took a deep breath, "Shoko, what do you think?"
Shoko Ieiri frowned and wanted to smoke, "What do you think? Call the police."
The fox in the sailor uniform lay on her arm and let out a 'ouch' in approval.
Masamichi Yaga glanced at the dynamic photos sent on his phone, including Satoru Gojo's smiling face and the reddish face of the little red-haired boy. He slid open another photo, in which the marriage was clearly captured.
Masamichi Yaga: "..."
grass
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The author has something to say:
Gojo Cat: I am single.
Yaga: Poof——
Geto Fox: Ooooooooooooooooo-(Shoko! Shoko, call the police Shoko!)
Shoko: Already calling the police.
Little Tiger:! ! !
Little Tiger: I regard you as my teacher, but you actually want to kidnap my sister? ! ! !
Nana Ming: I want to report it to the Women and Children’s Protection Association.
ps: On the subway back from Soma's house, Maomao was plotting.
Little Red Hair: You are Satoru Gojo, which is really great.
Gojo Cat: So cute... Marriage, Marriage, Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage Marriage, Marriage, Marriage, Marriage —— (Seeking During Period Big White Cat JPG.)
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