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Chapter 20

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Hearing Satoru's glorious deeds, Megumi, who was almost choked to death, began to regret drinking water at such a time. He was not surprised that he could do such a thing. That stupid teacher!

Nobara covered her stomach and laughed in the back seat, tears of joy shot out of her eyes, "Hahahaha, Detective Gojo hahahahaha!"

Sukuna's mouth corners also rose slightly, and she didn't care that Nobara accidentally invaded the space where her soul was while laughing.

Satoru was worthy of her recognition of the strongest, whether it was to become a teacher or a famous detective, he could also stand out from the crowd!

Yuji also stood on the same front with Sukuna, and her shining eyes were full of admiration for Gojo-sensei, "It's worthy of Gojo-sensei! So what happened in the end? Did Gojo-sensei become the ultimate strong man behind the scenes of the detective world!?"

Ijichi was embarrassed to say that because Mr. Gojo skipped work for a week, he was scolded by the top management as a middleman.

Mr. Gojo didn't try to understand his dilemma at all. He ignored his sincere pleas and went to the horse racing field with Detective Mori. In the end, the higher-ups ordered him to commit seppuku if he didn't bring Satoru back.

So, in desperation, he knocked on the door of Principal Yaga before the deadline, risking being beaten by Mr. Gojo.

Then a series of conversations such as the following took place:
"Yaga, taking away the youth of young people is an act that cannot be tolerated by heaven!"
"Satoru, you are almost thirty! You are not worthy of being compared with youth!"
"No! No! I want to be friends with the god of death~"
"If you keep talking nonsense, I will send you to hell to find the god of death!"

Ijichi even remembered how many punches Principal Yaga punched Satoru. After all, such scenes of Satoru being defeated were a good way to relieve his work pressure.

But because Sukuna was still there, after thinking about it, Ijichi simplified the process of Satoru being pressed to the floor by the furious Principal Yaga and the subsequent process of him being pressed to the floor by Satoru, "Because the affairs of the jujutsu world are so numerous, Principal Yaga came to convince people with 'reason', so Mr. Gojo (was forced) to give up his dream of becoming a famous detective."

Finally, Ijichi returned to the starting point of the topic and concluded, "Therefore, there is no problem with the Mori family. The biggest possibility is that the family may be the reincarnation of the real god of death..."

Then, Ijichi heard Sukuna in the back seat say, "Itadori, check the address of the Mori Detective Agency."

Whether it was the supernatural power similar to the god of death or Satoru's highly positive evaluation of it, it had ignited Sukuna's interest to a certain extent.

"Itadori, let's go check it out some other day."

Yuji, who also loved to watch the fun, supported Miss Sukuna's decision with both hands and feet, and even enthusiastically checked the food near Beika, hoping to bring Miss Sukuna a perfect experience.

The successful completion of the task, coupled with the joint excavation of Satoru's "glorious" history, made Ijichi's car full of joy.

Listening to the topic of several young people gradually turning to the sharing of the bonus for this task, Sukuna used Yuji's hand to swipe his phone.

She had no idea about yen, but it was normal for the sect to pay for tasks, and the Demon Sect was no exception. A certain interest drive could lead to cooperation.

But her eyes did not stay on the mobile phone interface for long, and she heard Yuji pat Ijichi's car seat and shouted, "Can you please wait in the supermarket parking lot here, I want to buy some dinner ingredients."

At first, he wanted to make some ice cream for Miss Sukuna. It was early summer now, and the food channel that Sukuna often watched recently taught people how to make some ice cream with less common flavors. Miss Sukuna watched it very seriously and it was obvious that she wanted to eat it.

However, thinking that it was still a long way to go to the technical college, the dinner in the cafeteria would probably be cold. So, Yuji made up his mind– tonight, he, Yuji Itadori, would cook a big meal to reward himself and everyone!

This was Sukuna's first time shopping in a large supermarket. Looking at the dazzling array of shelves, she gradually matched some well-known products with the advertisements on TV, but there were many more that she had never seen at all, having practiced in the Demon Sect for many years.

In order to prevent being treated as a psychopath, Yuji lowered his voice slightly, but his words were still full of youthful vigor, "Miss Sukuna, you can tell me what you want to eat!"

Whether it was Miss Sukuna's demeanor or the clothes in her soul form, it could be seen that she didn't suffer much a thousand years ago. Like Gojo-sensei, she was the type that looked expensive at first glance.

In the past, just buying expensive desserts for Miss Sukuna made his wallet cry like crazy, and in the end it was Gojo-sensei who lent a hand.

But this time was different.

A big yen symbol appeared in Yuji's eyes-he had learned from the assistant director that he could get a lot of bonuses this time. The wallet that was about to expand rapidly gave Yuji some confidence and confidence.

Even without Gojo-sensei's occasional supply, he could still support Miss Sukuna!

Miss Sukuna saved him, and she was not like the terrifying existence that drank human blood and ate human flesh as the legend said, so of course he wanted her to have fun and eat comfortably in the modern city!

Of course, he did not forget the other friends who were still in the car, "And Fushiguro, Kugisaki, and Mr. Ijichi, tell me what you want to eat, I will cook tonight."

"Well, I didn't expect you to be quite sensible." Nobara, who knew Yuji's cooking ability, ran to the most expensive sashimi area without hesitation.

"Fushiguro? What do you want to eat?" Seeing Megumi standing behind him without moving, Yuji asked this cool classmate enthusiastically.

Megumi, who had been acting basically on instinct, came back to his senses from his thoughts.

He actually didn't like sweets, and he had his own preferences.

But recalling that Sukuna and Satoru both like sweetness, he still didn't say his true preferences, "I don't have any taboos, and I don't like anything, just follow your preferences."

Yuji thought about it, and soon a small light bulb popped up in his head.

Anyway, so many people gathered together to eat, so he could cook a few more dishes with different flavors. By the way, just observe what Fushiguro ate the most.

On the other side, Sukuna was not polite. She picked a shopping cart of snacks based on the advertisements on TV and her own aesthetic taste for packaging, and then walked into the seafood area.

There was no sea near the Demon Sect, and she had never eaten seafood. Compared with the furry creatures she liked, the guys in the sea were uglier than those feathered creatures, and she didn't know how to cook them.

Sukuna didn't have much appetite for such things with poor appearance, but after seeing the price tags next to some seafood, she pointed to the seafood in the transparent glass tank.

At the same time, her eyes looking at the seafood also turned into possessiveness and expectation of "this was my thing". Cheap things were directly ignored by her. Only those with a string of zeros hanging behind them may barely meet her identity and taste, making her want to try.

When choosing other staple foods, Sukuna also adhered to the basic principle of only buying expensive ones, not buying the right ones, so the counter salesperson who could only see Yuji behind her can't help but label Yuji, who was responsible for purchasing, as a "rich person".

In addition, Nobara, who was also not very knowledgeable but willing to fall into the glitz of Tokyo, and when the bill came, Yuji's face turned greener than pig liver.

Yuji, who depended on his grandfather for life and could be very happy with a bowl of ramen, seriously doubted whether there was something wrong with his eyes.

Why!!!
It's so expensive!!!

But facing the cashier's smiling face, Yuji still took out his card without hesitation.

In the end, he walked out with two huge plastic bags in each hand, like a paper man who was only breathing his last breath and could be blown away by a gust of wind.

If it weren't for the fact that the college provided food and accommodation, he would have the courage to spend all the change on his body. Yuji felt that he would probably have to work in this supermarket to pay off his debts for a while. He thought to himself, 'I don't know if asking Gojo-sensei can make the college pay the bonus earlier.'

But the optimistic boy quickly shook his head and tried to comfort himself, 'Since I bought so many expensive ingredients, I have to work hard tonight! Don't let these lovely yen go to waste!'

He raised his head.

Not far away, Megumi slowed down his pace and whispered to him, "I'll treat you next time."

He got help from Gojo-sensei very early, so the time when he was embarrassed by money in his early years was almost forgotten. But since his classmates were in trouble, he could help them out as he had a lot of spare money.

Behind Ijichi's car, Nobara was stuffing the carefully selected ingredients into the trunk, then he put his hands on his waist and urged loudly, "You guys! Are you an old man? Come here! I'm almost starving!"
"I feel terrible when I'm hungry!!"

Even Mr. Ijichi seemed to remember the joy of not having to work overtime tonight and hummed a happy little song.

Just then, Yuji noticed that Miss Sukuna, who was walking in front, also looked back at him. She didn't say anything, but seemed to be urging the two boys to walk faster like Nobara.

He also found that Miss Sukuna's face was visibly happy, with a small arc at the corner of her lips, and her eyes seemed to hide the sunset flowing in the sky, gorgeous and beautiful.

Everyone seemed very happy...

The setting sun hanging in the west was like the bright light after opening the door of the house.

In this bright light, everyone under the same roof was arguing around the same table.

Everything was what Yuji, who didn't have many memories of his parents' company, once envied.

Grandpa, even if I die now, there should be a lot of people at my grave.
However, it was precisely because of this that he wanted to live well and correctly.

"Are you happy?" Sukuna noticed the rapid change of Yuji's mood. She found it difficult to understand. After spending so much money, what was he happy about?

"Yeah!" Yuji took a step forward and got close to Megumi. Fearing that he would not be able to eat the next big meal, he shouted excitedly, "Fushiguro! It's a deal!!!"

In an instant, Megumi, who was still a little worried about Yuji, wanted to regret it.

When Satoru heard about today's situation and returned to the high school dormitory to see how his students were doing, he saw that everyone had gathered in Yuji's dormitory.

"Good Looking Guy Gojo-sensei is here!" Satoru opened the door with a bang, holding Ijichi, who had a head full of lumps, with one hand, and making a cute "yeah" gesture on his cheek with the other hand, ready to welcome the warm welcome from the students.

Satoru was very sure. Facing the siege of a large number of second-level and third-level curses, and running, chasing and fighting in the forest, young people today must need the comfort of reliable adults.
So after beating up old oranges to vent his anger, as an excellent teacher, he had no choice but to rush here.

Afterwards, Gojo-sensei, who deliberately lifted his fluffy hair and posed, suffered unprecedented cold reception.

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Not long ago.

After Nobara's deafening roar of "Times have changed, and the old concept of women doing housework should be updated", the two boys were kicked into the kitchen to prepare dinner tonight.

"Itadori, is this how you cut it?" Although Megumi had depended on his sister before, he only helped with housework, so he could only help Yuji.

After returning to the technical college, he first made two flavors of ice cream, and then started to cook. Yuji, who was in a state of "wishing to have two more arms", checked and nodded. Hearing Gojo-sensei's voice, he rushed to the door.

Satoru, who was treated coldly, met Yuji's timely help. He almost cried with his heart covered, "Yuji, you are the good student who cares about senseu the most~"

Then, he met the warm care from the "good student", "Gojo-sensei, can you cook?"

After experiencing the pain of being shocked to the point of losing color and breaking his heart, Satoru, who just wanted to be lazy and eat by the way, decisively picked up Ijichi, who was curled up as a background board, and handed over the mature assistant director to cook, which was considered to be paying for tonight's meal through human trafficking.

Then, he tried to join the slacking duo not far away.

Unfortunately, Sukuna and Nobara took the only remaining slacking position, collapsed into two pancakes, and didn't know whether they were watching TV or taking a nap.

Satoru turned his eyes and sneaked to the refrigerator in the kitchen.

The freezer of the refrigerator was filled with some ingredients bought today. But relying on the good vision of the six eyes, Satoru keenly noticed two boxes of ice cream in it.

One box was green and the other was red.

According to Satoru's professional experience in eating sweets for many years, it must be a box of matcha and a box of strawberry! It must be prepared for the best Gojo-sensei in the world!

Because the other house cooked in the kitchen were really busy, no one noticed Satoru's little action.

Satoru, who worked hard to eat sweets, used the gravity of "Blue" and quietly took a spoon.

Then, the happy white-haired big cat quickly scooped a full spoonful and put it in his mouth.

Just as Satoru was about to skillfully make a satisfied and comfortable sigh, an indescribable taste exploded on his taste buds. At this moment, Satoru seemed like a strange cat head emoticon with increased knowledge.

"Woo—" Satoru, who tasted what it tasted like, wished he hadn't tasted it at all.

At first, it tasted like soap from coriander, and when it melted, it tasted like wasabi. The strange taste made Satoru, who loved desserts, almost cry on the spot, and he threw the green ice cream directly into the trash can.

Not sweet at all!
It's definitely the invention of the devil!!
It's bullying to Teacher Satoru Gojo!!
He's going to complain to the lovely and respectable Principal Yaga!!!

"Gojo-sensei?" Yuji heard the noise and glanced at the only red ice cream left in Satoru's hand, "That's for Miss Sukuna, you can't eat it!!!"

Satoru, who was originally in a hurry to find water to drink, quickly completed the reasoning after hearing it: for Sukuna – Gojo-sensei's sweet accomplice could eat it – Gojo-sensei could eat it – it's for Gojo-sensei to eat!

So, before Yuji could stop him, Satoru quickly stuffed the ice cream into his mouth.

The next second, Satoru seemed to be hit by his own "Unlimited Void", and his mind flashed with the screams of groundhogs, volcanic eruptions, nuclear bomb explosions, the origin of the universe...

This time Satoru was not almost in tears, and the unprecedented stimulation made his eyes wet.

Why was there pepper-flavored ice cream!
Why was this kind of thing not humanely destroyed!!!

The whole big white cat, who had never been so wronged, exploded its white fur and was about to meow majestically.

But before he could open his mouth to accuse, there was a translucent figure at the door.

Yuji had made a total of four boxes of ice cream before, and Sukuna used the cursed power on the spot to complete the freezing step that was originally at least four hours.

Sukuna liked these exciting flavors very much, ate two boxes directly, and put the remaining two boxes in the refrigerator, intending to eat them after dinner. Who would have known...

Looking at the ice cream that had been bitten and the other ice cream that was thrown into the trash can, Sukuna, who was holding the door frame, had no expression and did not speak.

Only, the murderous intent spread...

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