160 Extra · Shijiu
So far, she has never forcibly interrupted a fight between cats.
Cats who get into fights are always fierce. Although they are usually reserved and lazy, they become fierce and cruel when they get into fights. Fighting between cats cannot tolerate the intervention of a third party, otherwise the two paws touching each other will be light.
After the fight, the kitten is a reserved and elegant cat again. Life is still good and her fur is still easy to stroke.
The above situation is only suitable for other people's cats. If her cat takes action, things will become serious.
So the question is, if two Gojo cats fight, will Tokyo be okay?
The floating clouds and mist in the sky are like white paint painted by a paintbrush. People queue up in front of the milk tea shop in a long queue. The windows sparkle in the sun, and the glass is so bright that it dazzles the eyes.
On an ordinary working day, in an ordinary shopping mall, black and white round hands hold a handful of balloons, floating like colorful bubbles in the clear yellow sunshine of autumn.
An ordinary day ends when another white cat lifts up its long legs and steps out of the low green vegetation, and walks over here with its long legs.
Sensing that another "self" was approaching, Satoru Gojo squinted his eyes and his pupils shrank, like a big cat that was subconsciously on guard. He silently took a step forward, taking advantage of his superior height. Cover Yayoi tightly.
Yayoi cautiously poked his head out from behind him, and before his eyes fell on another white cat walking slowly over, his own cat pressed his head back.
"Oh my, isn't this "Satoru Gojo"? "The white-haired cat strode over and raised the corners of his lips, his tone and tone carrying a nonchalant, frivolous tone.
Yayoi, who was forcibly held down by her husband, could smell the smell of gunpowder.
Yayoi raised her head subconsciously, and her eyes fell on the back of her husband's head. The soft hair was close to his neck, but there were always one or two strands of hair that couldn't be pressed down, and the ends of the hair were raised reluctantly.
"Why are you so nervous?" The footsteps stopped, and "Satoru Gojo" on the opposite side curled his lips, turned his body slightly to one side, and an elbow appeared in his sight.
"It's okay if you're not nervous." Satoru Gojo, who was over 30 years old, squinted his eyes and slightly curved the ends of his eyes. The white-haired man chuckled softly, "Such a big sneaky cat."
"Have you lost confidence in your own charm because of your old age?" 27-year-old Satoru Gojo sneered with a smile on his face.
"Oh, how could it be possible? I have a wife and daughter, so I'm much better off than someone who was born a single boy." Satoru Gojo, who is in his thirties, smiled.
The two adults, both older and older, had smiles on their lips, and the expressions on their faces were those of adults, calm and steady. If you ignore the fact that they bumped into each other in the air, their eyes would naturally burst out with fierce sparks, as well as the strong emotions behind their words. The smell of gunpowder.
Yayoi: "..."
There was a quarrel, there was a quarrel, the two cats had a quarrel.
At first, they greet each other with a calm growl, which is the way big cats always greet each other. If evenly matched warnings fail to deter the other party, then a fight is inevitable.
In addition, these two are still "Satoru Gojo", and there is a craziness and unruliness hidden in their hearts that others do not have. The reason he usually maintains his calmness and insouciance is because no one can match him evenly.
But it's different now. The person on the opposite side is himself. Even if there are parallel lines that should not intersect in the first place, once they intersect, there will inevitably be fierce sparks. The bellicose factor hidden in the bloodline will be exposed after high school. He became active after a long time, and desires were screaming crazily in his brain.
Panda, who was holding a handful of balloons in his hand, looked at this Satoru Gojo, then at that Satoru Gojo, and then at the red-haired man who was being pressed behind him by Satoru Gojo, who was in his thirties. He thought in his heart, "I am satisfied with this melon." , then took out his mobile phone, found Noctua Zhengdao's phone number on the contact page, and sent him a message.
People like Satoru Gojo have deep aggression and indelible stubbornness hidden in their bones. "Strongest" is a constraint on him. Because he is "the strongest", he knows full well the fact that no one can fight against him. Ming, now that we already know the result, there is no need to hold out hope anymore.
If the person opposite you is someone else, that's a different matter.
Just kidding, if Satoru Gojo fights here, big things will happen in Japan, not to mention Tokyo.
Before things develop, we need to find someone who can hold Satoru Gojo back.
Panda'er listened to all directions, and while calling his old father who could hold Satoru Gojo, he observed the situation of the two Satoru Gojos. The two big cats had already exploded, and they were grinning and grinding their teeth to suck blood. They were about to pounce. Go up and bite the other person.
The older cat has exposed its fangs, and its pupils have shrunk slightly. The coldness flowing out of the eyes of the sky is lingering in the autumn air, making people's hands and feet feel cold for no reason.
"do not fight."
A third voice interjected.
The five masters and disciples watched helplessly as the elder Satoru Gojo was hugged by Yayoi with his hands around his waist and his feet lifted off the ground. The red hair was extremely strong, even if he was holding an adult man who was 190+cm tall. , the movement is still as steady as an old dog, the lower body is stable, the waist is straight, and the hands do not shake.
"No fighting allowed."
Hongmao, who had a relatively poor vocabulary, hugged her husband's waist tightly, repeated it, and lifted him off the ground like a big mallet. At the same time, he looked at the other Satoru Gojo, with a tigerish face and serious eyes. Deadly.
"When you guys start fighting, the whole street will suffer," Yayoi said.
First grade group of four: "..."
Nothing wrong, nothing wrong.
"Okay, no fighting." Satoru Gojo on the opposite side said with a smile.
Twenty-seven-year-old Satoru Gojo has a bright smile. Satoru Gojo, who is in his thirties, has a terrible expression. His expression has not been so bad for a long time since high school. This is the first time I saw Satoru Gojo with such a bad expression. He is a first-year student. The other three people have become more knowledgeable.
The 27-year-old people's teacher touched his chin and sneered in his heart. Even for a person in his thirties, this "I" is obviously spoiled.
The next development of the matter was completely out of context, like a husky that was taken out without a leash, running wildly in an unpredictable direction without being careful, and being unable to catch up.
The five-person team of teachers and students sat on a table under the awning with Mr. and Mrs. Gojo who were out on a date. Looking around, none of the tables in front of the milk tea shop could seat seven people. Finally, Panda and Yuta Otomo moved over. He bought a table and put two tables together.
The open awnings cast large swathes of shadows, the autumn sky was clear and distant, and white clouds floated in the sky like torn cotton wool.
Zenin Maki looked at the two Satoru Gojo who were smiling but couldn't help but dig their toes on the ground. She forced herself to resist the urge to dig out a Tokyo Conjuration High School student.
Yayoi looked at the two cats that neither of them liked. After thinking for a while, she rummaged through the paper bag next to her and finally found a silk scarf that she had given her when she bought clothes at a street store. She held her husband's hand. With her hand, she wrapped the silk scarf around her and her husband's wrists, intertwined the two hands together under her husband's confused gaze, and finally tied a beautiful bow.
Satoru Gojo blinked, confused and innocent.
Yayoi tightened the bow a little, looked at her husband with amber eyes who might rush up to fight with the 27-year-old people's teacher across from him at any time, and said with a paralyzed face, "It's safer this way."
When walking with a husky, it is reasonable to wrap the leash around your hand several times to prevent the dog from losing its grip, well, although there is also the risk of being dragged away together.
Satoru Gojo curled his lips, and the boss said unhappily, "Are you so unsure of your lovely husband?"
Yayoi told him with a paralyzed face, "I have always had great confidence in you."
If you can't help it, you will rush forward and perform "I beat myself" with the other self.
"Mr. Gojo over there is left to you." Yayoi turned to look at the four children in the first grade.
The four first-year students were silent for a moment. Panda and Yigu Youta, who were sitting next to the 27-year-old people's teacher, each held their own teacher with one arm and silently cooperated with Yayoi's actions.
Twenty-seven-year-old Satoru Gojo pursed his lips and looked like he was about to cry, "Are Panda and Yuta so unsure of the teacher?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar sneer came from the other side. The veins on the forehead of the 27-year-old people's teacher squirmed, as if he could step on the table the next moment and fight with his other self. He noticed the teacher's change in mood. Panda and Otoguyouta silently tied Satoru Gojo's arms tighter.
"Sorry, Satoru." Panda hugged one of Satoru Gojo's arms tightly with his two paws.
"Sorry, teacher." Yi Guyouta apologized, but his hands did not relax.
"We have always had great confidence in you." Zenyuan Maki sipped her apple juice and took a moment to look at her teacher, "In your ability to cause trouble."
Some people, who appear to be idiots with eye patches, are actually the head of the Gojo family and the strongest in the world of magic. Some people, who appear to be people's teachers whose mission is to teach and educate people, have never stopped harming students.
"Salmon." Dog Juanji pulled the wide collar.
The lady on the opposite side seems to be able to hold back Satoru Gojo over there. Although it is not clear how effective Otoko Yuta and Panda on their side can be, it is better than not.
On this side, the two Satoru Gojos may break out into a century war at any time. On the other side, Noctua Zhengdao received the message from Panda that "Satoru and Satoru are about to fight" and was confused. In the end, there are still A positioning is attached.
Noctua paused for a moment. He remembered that both Satoru Gojo and his students had tasks today. The assistant supervisor had just informed him about the students' tasks, but Ijichi had not yet come to report on Satoru Gojo's tasks.
This time and positioning all told him one thing silently: Satoru Gojo skipped work again.
Thinking of this, Noctua fell silent. After a moment of silence, he decisively contacted Ijichi, who was looking for people everywhere like a headless fly, and headed towards the shopping mall with great momentum.
After following Panda's position for a long time, Ye Mozhengdao saw the person he was looking for under the umbrella. Pangda and Otoko Youta held his arms one by one. Zenyuan Maki and Inu Makiji sat down. On the edge, there were two people with strange expressions, and there seemed to be two people sitting opposite. The lush landscape plants in the green belt blocked each other's faces.
The veins on his forehead squirmed like a small snake. Noctua became more righteous and hardened his fists.
"I remember you still have a mission today." Noctua said with an old face.
"That kind of mission can be carried out at any time." Satoru Gojo, who was being held crosswise by Panda and Otogu Yuta, pouted, and finally pouted at himself across from him, "You think so, right?"
Satoru Gojo thought for a while, then his eyes fell on the white-haired teacher opposite who was being held by Panda and Otoko Yuta, "That mission?"
The twenty-seven-year-old people's teacher curled his lips and acquiesced.
Satoru Gojo understood. At this time and place, although there was no such thing as his lovely wife in this world, he could roughly guess that the task that fell on him was actually a mess created by Rotten Orange himself. Let him go Just wiping your butt.
This kind of task eventually involved several high-level people in the magic world. In the end, you pushed it to me and I pushed it to you. You pointed at my nose and cursed me. I greeted your eighteenth generation ancestor.
Satoru Gojo couldn't help but clap when he heard such a rich vocabulary of swearing. If these old immortals put the energy of swearing into doing business, the magic world would not be like this.
Satoru Gojo sat in the conference room and watched the whole scene of a large-scale swearing scene by an elderly person. In the middle, he threatened Ijichi to buy a Coke and potato chips. The hysterical curse was accompanied by the crunching sound of him chewing potato chips, and it was nearing the end. At that time, it was almost dinner time, and he threatened Ijichi to buy a cake for dinner, so the dinner that day was settled in the conference room. This group of old immortals finally thought of him as the "strongest".
When a pair of old eyes with dim eyes looked over, Satoru Gojo licked the cream on his lips, shook the potato chip bag, and found that there was no real potato chip in it.
"Aren't you noisy?" Satoru Gojo pouted, frowned sadly, and wiped the cream off his lips as if nothing had happened.
This kind of thing has to happen every few years, the change of power. This is the thing those old oranges attach most importance to, so much so that they will personally come forward to conduct so-called negotiations.
To put it bluntly, this group of old immortals are just occupying the latrine and not taking a shit. Their stubbornness towards power is like a hungry hyena’s desire and covetousness for raw meat. Those who occupy these powers do nothing, and those who do not have these powers do nothing. Coveting it, after pulling the other person down from the high position, he sat on it, and was pulled down by others again, over and over again.
Killing couldn't solve the problem. Even if he killed all these immortals, it would still make no difference, so he chose to wait patiently.
He couldn't remember how it ended in the end. He remembered that before leaving, he took away the empty bag of potato chips, the empty Coke bottle and the cake box. The next day, he was symbolized by Noctua Moth. He cursed a few words and continued to let himself go.
"It's okay to go later." Satoru Gojo, who was in his thirties, opened his mouth. Yayoi took a spoonful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth quickly.
Twenty-seven-year-old people's teacher: "..."
First grade group of four: "..."
"Remember to prepare Coke and potato chips when Rotten Orange comes looking for you." Satoru Gojo suggested sincerely.
With such a representative suggestion, Noctua Zhengdao's fist instinctively hardened.
Noctua turned his head slightly and saw another face. The square-framed sunglasses hung on the bridge of his nose, and his pale blue eyes glowed like fireflies in the shadows.
When his eyes touched the face opposite him, Noctua's pupils contracted, followed by pain similar to angina pectoris.
More than ten years of experience in being harmed have given him a strong heart, and not fainting on the spot is considered a strong will.
Satoru Gojo, who is in his thirties, raised his eyebrows and said with joy, "I stopped caring about this kind of thing a long time ago."
Twenty-seven-year-old Satoru Gojo paused and thought to himself, would the environment in another world be so good? How can we cultivate envy!
"My wife is in charge." Bai Maomao said energetically.
Several pairs of eyes fell on Yayoi.
Yayoi's hand holding the spoon paused, "I thought they were noisy, so I just beat them."
The first time I came into contact with this kind of thing, I was actually at a loss. Later, I saw it more and started to take advantage of it. There was no other reason than that she was familiar with it. The old people around her couldn't do anything to her. They took advantage of her age to do whatever they wanted. Those who cause harm to society are the ones who should be punished by the iron fist of justice.
Twenty-seven-year-old Satoru Gojo gritted his teeth.
Satoru Gojo, who was in his thirties, raised his brows energetically.
Noctua's hands and feet were cold and his eyes were trembling.
Two Satoru Gojo.
I'd rather die.
The author has something to say:
Noctua Masami: If I am guilty, please let the law punish me instead of letting me face the two Satoru Gojo.
After Xiao Hongmao came into contact with the senior management, Gojo Cat would not take the senior management seriously, but the senior management would scold her cat in front of Xiao Hongmao, and then , and then there is no more. Little Red Hair is an honest child. Even if the meeting is held through the barrier, Xiao Hongmao usually doesn't hold grudges, but she will hold grudges against cats that scold her. After she holds grudges, she will follow the network cable to find them and beat them.
Little Red Hair is not registered on the list of magicians. Strictly speaking, she is not a magician. She is just an ordinary teaching assistant. Strictly speaking, she does not belong to the jurisdiction of the magic world. She belongs to Satoru Gojo. (Top management: cursing)
ps: Gojo Maomao’s salary is stuck in Xiao Hongmao’s hands.
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution between 2022-06-26 23:49:22~2022-06-29 19:51:26~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Cecilia 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 12 bottles of Gojo cat’s leg pendant; 10 bottles of wooden penguin; 5 bottles of Feimengsha and Fengyuyiyi; 1 bottle of Xiaowu;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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