159 Extra: Picking up
That was after Satoru Gojo skipped work to eat sweets.
The cause of the incident was the mobile phone taken from Suguru Geto. The incident happened on an ordinary afternoon. It may be said to be ordinary, but there is always something special about it. If you really want to pay attention to it, it is special. The cake that day was given by "his" wife.
A thin layer of dust covered the glass windows, and fine fallen leaves filled the gaps in the window sills. The sunlight smeared on the glass windows was like bright yellow jam.
Golden sunlight filled the room, and fine dust danced in the soft light strips.
The cream spread on the cake is like melting snow in early spring. The transparent gift box and the ribbon tied on it are bright red.
The man's arms were supported on the armrests of the swivel chair, holding his chin, tilting his head, and his black square-framed sunglasses hung on the bridge of his nose.
Satoru Gojo sat on the swivel chair with his legs crossed. The mobile phone he took from Suguru Geto was placed on the table, casually placed among the white papers.
He is in a daze.
From time to time, his eyes would fall on the beautiful gift box tied with a red ribbon, but his thoughts would wander to other places.
The door panel was knocked at this time, and there was a clang.
The pale blue eyes moved, but Satoru Gojo did not look away.
"Come in." A hint of irritation came out of his words silently.
The person outside the door who heard the sound shrank, knowing instinctively that Satoru Gojo was in a bad mood today. He almost wanted to turn around and leave immediately, but if he just left like this, he would be remembered, = he could escape in the first year of junior high school But at the age of fifteen, even if you are lucky enough to escape this time, you will definitely be retaliated against in the future, and this revenge will last for a long time.
Believing that long-term pain was better than short-term pain, Ijichi pushed open the door and walked in.
"Arno, Mr. Gojo, this report..." Ijichi said cautiously.
There was no sound for a while, the air in the room was eerily quiet, and fine dust rose and fell on the windowsill.
Ijichi was stunned and did not dare to continue talking. In the past, when I heard the term "report", based on Satoru Gojo's nature, the right choice would be to fool around with him or throw it directly to him.
But the other party didn't start running the train or leave the matter to him.
This is not normal.
Ijichi felt bitter.
His eyes moved away from the transparent and delicate cake box. The gap between the man's lips became a straight line. His pale blue eyes were like two cold beads. After turning for a moment, his eyes fell on the cake box again. .
Ijichi felt even more miserable.
"Ijichi." Satoru Gojo held his chin and spoke slowly.
The cool autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves by the window, and an invisible shiver silently climbed up my spine.
"Hey, Ijichi." Ijichi stopped talking and said in his heart, here it comes, this is the correct daily operation of Satoru Gojo.
Harm all the people and things that can be harmed.
"This cake is very beautiful." Satoru Gojo stared at the red ribbon on the cake box and said calmly.
"Hey Yi." Sweat secreted out of the pores silently and soaked into the shirt on the back. The assistant supervisor's face had a heroic expression, which meant death. If he stretched his head, he would shrink his head and he would die early.
"It looks delicious too." The frost-like eyelashes drooped down, and the shadows fell into the pale blue eyes, which were dark and unclear.
"Hi Yi." Ijichi sweated.
Satoru Gojo tilted his head so that he could see the whole cake more clearly, "Maybe the taste will be very consistent with my preferences."
"Hi." Ijichi felt that his legs were out of control and he began to tremble like a Parkinson's attack.
Satoru Gojo was silent.
Ijichi's legs shook even more.
The yellow leaves outside the window curled in invisible tracks in the air, fell all the way to the table, and lay quietly on the white paper.
"Ijichi, are you a man who needs 'Hiyi' to survive?" Satoru Gojo curled his lips.
"S-I'm sorry..." Ijichi was about to cry.
At this age, it was really embarrassing to cry, but he still felt like tears were about to fall.
Satoru Gojo was not interested in watching the man cry, nor did he care about the man's cry. He tilted his head and stared at the cake on the table for a while, then began to untie the red ribbon on the cake box, and tied the ribbon in his hand. The bow tie in my mouth is not resting.
"Since you think it tastes good, I'll try it." Satoru Gojo mumbled, "If it doesn't taste good, I'll give you a slap in the face."
Ijichi: "..."
If the cake is delicious, you should go find the person who made it! He's not a cake maker! What's the use of slapping him? !
The bow on the cake box was untied in a short while. Satoru Gojo paused and his eyes fell on the bright red ribbon in his hand. He rubbed it twice with his fingertips. The ribbon felt very good, delicate and soft. After a while, He stuffed the ribbon into the drawer.
He took off the transparent box covering the cake and picked up the spoon in front of the assistant supervisor. Satoru Gojo scooped out a small spoonful of the cake and put it in his mouth.
The sweet cream flavor combined with the strawberry flavor explodes on the tip of the tongue, sweet and fragrant.
It was indeed delicious.
Satoru Gojo held his chin in one hand and held a spoon in the other. The spoon was covered with white cream. His eyes fell on the cake where a spoonful had been taken away, his eyes dim and unclear.
Do you understand "his" preferences so well after spending time together?
"How, how is it?" Ijichi said tremblingly.
Satoru Gojo paused, then reached out and took another spoonful from the cake and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's delicious."
It really suits his taste.
Ijichi let out a breath.
Satoru Gojo flattened his mouth, bit his spoon and spoke vaguely, "I will not share the cake with you."
Ijichi: "..."
Who wants to take your cake? What he wants is the report! Your mission report!
As if he had read through Ijichi's inner thoughts, Satoru Gojo bit his spoon and spoke slowly, "We can talk about things after I finish eating. I don't want to talk about writing reports or other disappointing things during the beautiful afternoon tea time."
Ijichi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Satoru Gojo blocked him back with his next words.
"Otherwise I will give you a slap." Satoru Gojo's voice reached his ears, and Ijichi almost burst into tears.
The assistant supervisor with black-rimmed glasses on his nose stretched his neck and raised his head. He gritted his teeth and tried hard to hold back the tears that were about to fall from his eyes. He was a man of his age and he really didn't want to do it in front of other people. Just cry it out.
Ijichi was trying his best to hold back his tears, while Satoru Gojo was digging into the cake with a spoon seriously. He was eating slowly and slowly, and the cake was covered with delicate cream. The other person couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and suddenly thought of something.
This cake was originally prepared for "me".
Satoru Gojo held his chin and poked the red cherries on the cake twice with a spoon, "Suddenly I feel a little envious."
Naturally, Satoru Gojo, who has excluded things like marriage, children and starting a family from his important life plans, has never experienced the feeling of having a wife, but he is not a monk with six pure roots, and monks these days are not really as pure as they seem. , specifically refer to the weird monk with bangs who founded the evil cult.
When I get home from a busy job, I still have a sweet-smelling and soft wife to hug. Please note, this wife is real, not a paper person or a two-dimensional beautiful girl who only lives on the screen. She is real.
Who hasn’t read a few pornographic books when they were young?
The older single dog who lives alone bit the spoon, and the resentment overflowing from the inside almost materialized.
——They are both Satoru Gojo, why does the other "me" have a wife?
Suddenly, another face of his with a sullen expression appeared in his mind. It was obviously a face exactly like his, but why did he feel so unhappy?
Ijichi's face was full of questions.
Satoru Gojo bit the spoon again.
"The "I" with a wife. "
Ijichi:? ? ?
Ijichi: "..."
Wake up, how can you have a wife?
Satoru Gojo, who was being complained about behind his back, raised his ears and slowly straightened his back, "Ijichi, are you slandering me in your heart?"
Ijichi: "...No."
That's not called slander, that's called telling the truth.
Satoru Gojo held the spoon in his mouth and sighed, "Actually, I am very annoying."
Ijichi: "..."
How did you know.
"Ijichi, why don't you speak?" Boss Satoru Gojo pouted unhappily, "I have decided, you can slap yourself later."
Ijichi: "..."
This day is really unbearable.
Noctua Masamichi, who came in from outside the teacher's office, watched Ijichi come out crying. Ijichi, who was filled with social fatigue and tired of being a social animal, ran into the headmaster who had a sullen face. The two adults who made eye contact paused at the same time. .
Noctua was silent for a moment, and looked at the half-closed office door. The person sitting inside was looming, and he recognized him by looking at the white hair on his back. He could roughly guess that Satoru Gojo was doing it again. What a good thing.
After a while, Noctua said thoughtfully, "Thank you for your hard work."
Ijichi left crying.
Noctua Zhengdao felt that his fist became hard.
The mission report was finally written by Ijichi, the mission report was Satoru Gojo's, and the writing motivation was forced by Satoru Gojo. In the evening of that day, Ijichi printed out the mission report he had written and gave it to Otoko Yuta, who was more talkative.
He really didn't want to see Satoru Gojo anymore today, he was afraid that he would burst into tears.
Yuta Otoko, who was asked to pass the mission report to Satoru Gojo, happened to be on the playground with two other first-year students and a panda after finishing training. Panda, who had nothing to do and liked the fun, accompanied Yuta Otoko to the teacher's office. , the office is empty, the number of spellcasters is very small, and the spellcasters who are responsible for teaching the younger generation of curses are even rarer. The entire college is full of calculations, and the number of teachers can only be counted on the palm of a hand. There are 365 days in a year, and spells are high. More than half of the dedicated offices are unoccupied.
Yiguyouta thought for a while and put the file on the desktop.
The fire clouds outside the window are as gorgeous as a dazzling tapestry, and the golden glow exuding from the gaps in the clouds is like delicate golden threads.
The wind broke in through the window, and the rolled up paper tumbled like white snow flakes.
With a 'click' sound, something was picked up by the turned-up paper, hit Panda's instep, and finally hit the ground.
Black and white Yuangun picked up the thing that fell on the instep and found that it was a mobile phone. His feet acted as a buffer and the screen was not damaged.
Snow-white documents fell all over the floor. After Yiguyouta hurriedly grabbed the flying papers, he squatted down, picked up the fallen papers one by one, and folded them carefully. , a thick pile of paper made a dull sound on the table.
Otoko Yutai measured the thickness of the stacked papers and sighed inwardly at Teacher Gojo's huge workload. Then he put down the paper, looked around the table, and finally locked on the pen holder on the table.
"Okay, let's go back, Pangda-san." After pressing the pen holder onto the paper, Yiguyouta spoke.
Yiguyoutai, who hadn't heard Panda's voice for a while, turned around in confusion and found the black and white Yuangun staring at the phone, his expression full of shock, and his big mouth could fit a pineapple.
Yiguyouta paused, "...Classmate Panda?"
"Ah?" Black and white Yuanyuan kept his mouth wide open and turned around.
Yigu Youta: "...Tuck your chin."
Otoko Yuta helped him close his chin.
"What's wrong? Did you break your phone?" Yigu Youtai frowned and cautiously approached. He lowered his head and looked at the screen of the phone. He then breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not broken."
"It's not the phone's problem." Panda's expression was extremely serious, "It's the screensaver's problem."
The boy with thick dark circles had confused eyes. His eyes fell on the screen again. The boy paused and asked, "Who is this?"
They seemed to be a family of three, and he didn't recognize any of them. The only male in the photo made him feel familiar, but for a while he couldn't think of where he had seen them before.
"This is Wu." Panda pointed at the white-haired man above with his furry paws.
Satoru Gojo would cover his eyes with a bandage most of the time. It can be said that the other three people in the first grade have never seen Satoru Gojo's face, but they have known Panda, who has known Satoru Gojo since childhood.
Yiguyouta paused and his eyes widened a little, "Huh? Is the teacher a family man?"
Can't tell at all.
His eyes accidentally fell on the little white hair on the screen saver. Yuta Otoko's eyes were softer and he said, "The teacher's daughter is so cute."
Hearing this, the spell power of Rika Kimoto, who had been quiet for a long time, began to roll silently.
"Speaking of which, Rika and I also met at this age."
Yigu Youta's eyes became gentle unconsciously.
Rika Kimoto, who had not yet completely exploded, suddenly became quiet, like a misfiring car engine.
Panda: "..."
I ate two servings of dog food in one meal today.
Male classmates bring their own girlfriends, so they get used to this dog food after eating it, but today is different.
——Satoru Gojo, he is probably married behind everyone’s back and has children!
The shocked Pangda rushed out of the teacher's office with his cell phone in his pocket, completely forgetting about Otoko Youta and his question "Isn't it good to just take the teacher's cell phone?"
…
Things return to the present.
The first-year team of four performs tasks as usual on working days. There is a shopping mall near the task location. The Conjuring High School is located in the suburbs of Tokyo. Not to mention shops, there are very few people nearby. Emergency daily necessities are all provided by canteens. Since There is a shopping mall nearby, so you can stop by to buy daily necessities and relax after the mission is over.
Panda looked around and listened in all directions, his eyes fixed on a little red in the crowd.
This red hair looks familiar.
The other three people took a look at it and said, "Hey guys, isn't this the person in the photo who looks like Satoru Gojo's wife?"
The nature of human beings is to eat melons.
After gossiping for several days, the gossip reached Satoru Gojo himself, but they were finally fooled and their cellphones were taken away. The first-year quartet held it in for several days and finally found the source of the gossip among the crowd.
Taking advantage of his convenient appearance, Panda disguised himself as a doll and took the lead.
"Did Li Xiang and You Tai quarrel?" The red-haired man opposite Pang Da blinked.
Panda: "...Do you know You Tai?"
Good guy, even Mrs. You knows him, this special code is really effective.
Yayoi nodded, worried about another thing, "Why did Yuta and Rika fight?"
"Youta looks at other girls." Panda said seriously, and at the end he sincerely asked Yayoi for his advice.
Outsiders almost took this statement seriously. Zenyuan Maki and Inugaki Tsutomu, who were hiding in the green vegetation, moved their eyes in unison on Otoko Yuta.
Yi Guyou shook his head crazily, "It's not me, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
Yayoi understands that when she looks at other cats, her cat will meow anxiously and cover her eyes to prevent her from seeing.
"Youta need to be gentle and considerate." Yayoi replied sincerely.
Panda: "That's right."
Zenyuan Maki: "..."
Yigu Youtai: "..."
Dog Juanji: "..."
Gentle.
The last four children set their sights on Hongmao opposite, with deep eyes, a good figure and a beautiful face.
——It turns out that Satoru Gojo likes this type.
"Urika has to believe in Yuta." Yayoi frowned unconsciously, "Yota is a very gentle person."
Panda's body trembled, and he looked in the direction of the green plants on the roadside from the corner of his eyes. The eyes of Zenyuan Maki and Gomakiji who were hiding inside once again fell on Otoko Yuta.
Three pairs of eyes with six eyes are all expressing the same question - do you really not know this red-haired person?
"Do you really not know her?" Zenyuan Maki's brows knitted into a knot and she lowered her voice.
Yiguyoutai shook his head crazily. He really didn't recognize it. Really, diamonds are not that real.
"Then why does she look so familiar with you?" Zenyuan Maki's eyes were blazing, and her face was filled with frankness and leniency but resistance to severity.
Dog Juanji nodded, "Salmon."
"Yeah, then why does she look so familiar with you?" A fourth voice interrupted, his voice so familiar and natural.
"Maybe it's because of Mr. Gojo?" Yuta Otoko said subconsciously.
"That's right." The three people's eyes returned to the direction of Panda and Yayoi.
Zenyuan Maki: "..."
Yigu Youtai: "..."
Dog Juanji: "..."
The three children moved in unison, turning their heads in a tacit understanding. Three pairs of eyes and six eyeballs looked at the person behind them. A taller-than-average shadow reflected on the mottled tree shadows on the ground, and noisy human voices lingered. All around, stretched car horns echoed over the city.
"Satoru?"
"Teacher Gojo?"
"Big mustard?"
The three children trembled and looked at the man who was bending down to look at them with his hands in his pockets as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. The other man showed his big white teeth and smiled brightly.
"Ah, our master and apprentice are really destined to be together." Satoru Gojo said.
Zenyuan Maki: "..."
Yigu Youtai: "..."
Dog Juanji: "..."
There is a fate.
Wait?
The three people turned around and looked back again. After repeating the same action for the third time, Yuta Otoko spoke in a trembling voice, "Are you Mr. Gojo?"
"Yes." Satoru Gojo made a playful scissor hand gesture.
"Then tell me, who is that?" Zenyuan Maki grasped the naginata in her hand.
Satoru Gojo raised his head and his eyes fell on the white-haired man standing with Yayoi. The boss said unhappily, "That's also "Satoru Gojo". "
Zenyuan Maki: "..."
Yigu Youtai: "..."
Dog Juanji: "..."
Can you speak human language?
The author has something to say:
Gojo Cat: The cat that steals fish.
This Ijichi is miserable. The Ijichi next door has a wife because his inhumane boss has a wife. Most of the mission reports that Satoru Gojo doesn't want to write are written by his wife. Yayoi is writing the mission reports for her. Gojo the cat sits on her lap and rubs her. Come on, when he is tired of it, the mission report will be finished.
I've been so busy lately that I feel dizzy. I went back to the dormitory to finish my homework and fell asleep so tired. Last night I dreamed about the brave warrior Satoru and the evil dragon Little Red Hair.
Sister Niazi is a princess who is born with the ability to heal. People come to her for medical treatment every day. She is so tired that she feels dizzy and the dark circles under her eyes are several degrees worse. The most important thing is that the two bastards she knows are still dogs. One day At night, I met the evil dragon Little Red Hair who was out for a walk.
Sister Glass: Hurry up and take me away quickly. (Labor is shit)
Evil Dragon Little Red Hair: Silly and obediently took the person away.
Brother Jie is the prince of the neighboring country next door. He abides by justice and is fooled by the rotten orange next door to save the princess. Gojo the cat is purely there to watch the fun.
After many hardships, the two finally arrived at the door of the evil dragon's lair. Jie Ge, who wanted to slay the evil dragon, was pushed into the river by Satoru Gojo as soon as he raised his sword.
Gojo Cat: What's your name? (I owe a flat face jpg.)
Evil Dragon Little Red Hair:? ? ?
Brother Jie climbed out of the river:? ? ?
Brother Jie felt that something was wrong with this chicken and cat. The normal operation of a chicken and cat would be to beat him without asking his name.
The Evil Dragon Little Red Hair: Honest Baby Jpg.
Gojo Cat: I fell in love with you at first sight, and you will return to China with me immediately to register.
Brother Jie:? ? ?
Brother Jie found that this evil dragon was a bit silly, and he could fool her into obscurity with just a few words, so he stupidly let them into the lair. Then they saw that life was very nourishing, and they didn't have to stay up late or work overtime. , sleep eight hours a day, have meat and fruit for three meals a day, and have exquisite afternoon tea.
Brother Jie:? ? ?
Then the hero and the dragon lived a happy life, and the princess lived a happy life without having to work overtime and could sleep eight hours a day.
Then, there was no more.
The last person injured was Brother Jie.
The dreams I have when I am too tired are all weird. (slip away)
Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution during the period from 2022-06-23 23:45:33 to 2022-06-26 23:49:22~
Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Crystal and 1 Gugu spirit;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Hanxinyue;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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