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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 26: Be Reasonable
What are you doing here dancing in the middle of the night without sleeping?

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"Take your clothes off."

Yayoi was completely stunned. Her amber eyes stared blankly at Satoru's blue eyes. He seemed to had no idea what he had said. Yayoi was stuck in the corner of the women's locker room.

The big white-haired boy put one hand on the wall next to Yayoi's face, and took advantage of his height advantage to block the little red-haired girl in the corner next to the locker. His pale blue eyes looked down at Yayoi from a very close distance. Both could smell each other's body wash and shampoo.

Satoru sniffed, and the smell of orange soda filled his nose. From this angle, he could see Yayoi's hair whorl. The red hair whorl spread around in circles. The red-haired girl looked at him in confusion. It was as if she were looking at some rare animal. She was so confused, confused and shocked, and shocked with disbelief.

Yayoi was still holding the yukata she had changed into, and with such a confused expression, she looked like a confused hamster holding melon seeds.

So small.

Satoru's thoughts unknowingly went astray. His arms trapped Yayoi in a small space in the corner. The space occupied by the girl was pitifully small. Looking at it this way, her body was really thin and her arms were also very slender, which was in sharp contrast to her amazing strength.

It looked very small and easy to bully.

Yayoi was completely dumbfounded, mainly because she didn't expect that this white-haired guy who always climbed on the wall of her house would have such a dirty hobby. Yayoi knew that he was shameless, but she didn't expect that this male creature could be so shameless and sneaky. Even if he entered the women's locker room, he could confidently corner her in a corner and ask her to take off her clothes.

To be fair, you just broke into the women's locker room, and you confidently blocked her in the corner and asked her to take off her clothes.

Sister said, be careful when going out.

So Yayoi decisively refused Satoru's hooligan request.

"I won't take it off." Yayoi had a tigerish face, and her amber eyes looked warily at Satoru who had blocked her in the corner, with eyes full of 'you were actually a pervert'.

Satoru, whose speech was rather lacking in art, saw Yayoi's wary eyes and felt that his good intentions were being treated like a donkey's liver and lungs, and he became very angry.

"Are you going to take it off or not?" Satoru bared his teeth.

Yayoi shook her head and refused decisively, "I won't take it off."

"Super pervert." Yayoi puffed out hee cheeks, widened her eyes, and looked at Satoru with a stern look on her face.

How could anyone ask someone to take off their clothes as soon as they come up? No one with red hair was as brave as her

Satoru: "..." ##

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On the other side, Shoko and Suguru had already come out of the hot springs pool. They opened the curtain hanging at the door and saw each other's faces.

"Hi, Shoko." Suguru greeted with a smile.

"Hi, scu- Geto." Shoko swallowed the 'scumbag' silently.

Suguru could guarantee that Shoko Ieiri, the only girl among the three, would like to say 'scumbag'.

"Where's Gojo?" Shoko didn't see Satoru. She remembered that they entered the hot springs pool together.

Suguru shrugged helplessly.

After being beaten by the girls in the women's bath with basins, ladles and towels, Satoru hurriedly ran out of the water, put on a yukata and ran out.

No need to think.

After spent time with Satoru for a long time, Suguru could also know where he had gone. He ran to find Yayoi.

He just didn't know what stupid things Satoru would do with his double smack again.

"Shoko, are you sure there is a incantation behind Yayoi-chan?" The two sat on the bench at the door, and Suguru handed over a bottle of drink.

Shoko pulled the ring of the can, "A layman might think it's some non-mainstream tattoo, but I'm a sorcerer."

"And do you think Yayoi is someone who would tattoo herself?" Shoko raised the can in her hand, shook it, then raised her head and took a sip.

Suguru thought for a while, and the silly face of the little red-haired girl flashed in his mind. This red-haired girl who looked a little silly was really not suitable to be a bad girl with tattoos on her body. At most, she was a mountain gorilla wore the skin of a girl.

Yayoi's mind was actually very easy to understand, and what was on her mind was often written on her face. However, this red-haired girl's clear thinking and straight-forward way of thinking made Suguru not used to it. After getting used to ordinary people, a strange little red-haired girl suddenly appeared. Suguru subconsciously didn't adapt. It was obvious that ordinary people's methods were not suitable for the girl.

Many times, Yayoi's body movements were even faster than her own brain. To put it bluntly, her fists were faster than her brain, her thoughts were too clear, and her actions were too fast.

If you put it on an ordinary person measurements, it would be a conspicuous anomaly.

"It would be nice if she had a jutsu." Suguru said from the bottom of his heart.

Such a person would look out of place in a crowd, but in the world of jujutsu, where there were more weirdos than dogs, a person like her was no exception.

And getting along with Yayoi was much easier than getting along with ordinary people.

As long as you abide by the laws, that's fine.

Well, obey the law.

"Geto." Shoko lit up a cigarette. She looked at her classmate sitting next to her with a half-smile. When the girl smiled, her eyebrows arched, "You are so arrogant."

Suguru smiled, his narrow eyes narrowed like a fox, "Maybe."

Shoko raised the can in her hand towards him, and looked at Suguru's narrow fox eyes through the can. Suguru's eyes were purple, with a deep tone, covered by a piece of black jade that had been washed away by time. At that time, the boy's eyes had not yet been dyed with color, and they were deep and pure.

This guy, like Satoru, was very confident in his own strength. While confident, he also liked to put too much responsibility on his shoulders.

Suguru was not like Satoru. The latter did whatever he wanted to the extreme. He could beat whoever he wanted and would never wrong himself. Suguru was the kind of person who liked to take responsibility for himself. In his philosophy, he was a sorcerer, so he should naturally shoulder the responsibility of a sorcerer to protect non-sorcerers, support the weak, suppress the strong, and the survival of the weak was the way society should exist.

He was confident that he was a strong person, so he took on the responsibility of protecting the weak. It was really stubborn.

Shoko couldn't help but smile.

Wasn't it? If this guy wasn't arrogant, could he be mixed up with Satoru, the guy who was about to write 'I am the best in the world' on his face?

"But, Geto." Shoko tilted her head and supported her chin, "If you are too arrogant, you will suffer a loss."

Suguru didn't say anything, he just smiled and raised the can in his hand, and bumped it with the can in Shoko's hand. When the metal cans touched together, they made a crisp sound.

"Go to Gojo quickly." Shoko said, "Lest he do anything to Yayoi that is worse than a pig or a dog. I'm going to change my clothes. I also want to know what the incantation behind of the redhead is. From the way Gojo sounded, it didn't sound like he had seen it before."

There are many sorcerer families in the world of jujutsu. The one with the longest history and the deepest family heritage was the Big Three Sorcerer Families. They existed for a long time. There were countless outstanding sorcerers who came from Big Three Families, and the records of the jutsus left by those outstanding sorcerers were incredibly huge.

The years were too long, human time was too short, the years went round and round, and human beings were constantly being updated. Even those ugly customs still refuse to be abandoned, and they could not change the profound heritage and stored knowledge of the Big Three Families.

Satoru, who was born in the Gojo family, one of the Big Three Families, had never seen something like that. It made Shoko couldn't help but become curious about.

Shoko walked slowly towards the women's locker room. The closer she got to his destination, the more clearly the sound of thumping in the locker room reached her ears.

Shoko subconsciously thought that the girls in the women's locker room were fighting, and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's so good to be young."

However her girlish heart had been destroyed by the secular world and the two b*tches of her classmates. When she got closer, she felt something was wrong.

You said, if the girls were fighting, why was there no laughter at all, but a banging sound? This sound was familiar, Shoko Ieiri, who had watched Satoru and Suguru fight countless times, thought.

Shoko opened the door to the women's locker room and was speechless.

The locker room was in a mess. The red hair and the white hair were in a mess. The red hair who pressed the white hair looked familiar, and the white hair who was pressed by the red hair also looked familiar.

Shoko Ieiri: "..."

Looked so familiar.

Shoko looked up and down at the white hair that was pressed by the red hair. She noticed that most of the yukata on his body had been torn off, and his shoulders were half exposed. Perhaps he had just gone through a fierce battle, his skin was still pink and tender, and his muscular chest was rising and falling. Yayoi stepped on the solid wood bench with one foot, put the knee of the other leg against Satoru's back, clasped the opponent's hands behind his back, and relied on her strange strength to suppress the person on the bench in the locker room.

Shoko couldn't help but look sideways.

Satoru was not wearing sunglasses, and his which already fair, looked more white. His facial features were exquisite, his pale blue eyes were shining brightly, and his beautiful face was filled with sullen color.

And this position, the man was on the bottom and the woman was on top.

That's a lot of criticism.

Looking at it this way, Satoru looked a bit like a loyal and good woman who was forced to die by gangsters and bullied. Ah, bah, what a good man.

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Shoko Ieiri: Hah.

It was a good trip.

Satoru: "..."

F*cking hell!

"What's going on?"

Mature elder sister Shoko Ieiri was leaning against the door frame, with an expression on her face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. Her eyes were looking at Satoru. Shoko's eyes were beautiful brown, and they would curve upward when she smiles. The corners of his beautiful eyes look at Satoru, who was pressed on the bench by Yayoi. The left eye says 'you had it too' and the right eye says 'today'.

"Gojo wants to take off my clothes." Yayoi said seriously.

Shoko's hand holding the cigarette trembled, and her beautiful brown eyes looked at Satoru like a scumbag.

"He is a huge pervert." Yayoi added.

Shoko took a deep breath of cigarette to calm down, "...isn't it."

What a pervert.

Satoru frowned, "Who would be interested in this flat-chested dwarf melon?!"

He wanted to see the incantation on her back, the incantation!

Shoko glanced at him, "I heard Geto say that 200% the little red-haired girl will grow up to be a red-haired beauty with a great figure."

What Suguru said made sense. This guy was always on the border between animals and humans. The great roc spreads its wings and the white crane spreads its wings. You had to be on guard.

Satoru: "..."

"Didn't you say you like that kind of thing..." Shoko rubbed her temples, pretending to think, and finally looked at Yayoi and raised her chin towards him, "Anyway... isn't this your type?"

Shoko stared at her classmate with a serious look, "Maybe you have to start from scratch."

Yayoi: ???

Yayoi looked at Shoko standing at the door, and then at the super pervert under her hand. Her little face was puzzled, "What does it mean to start it from scratch?"

There was a strange silence in the locker room. After a while, Satoru held back a sentence, "I, did, not!"

Shoko: "...really?"

That's your reaction, what a rubbish.

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Yayoi thought that this matter was over, and ignored Satoru for the whole day. Seeing how far the white-haired man ran, even Suguru was alerted by it, but Yayoi was too naive. When Yayoi opened her eyes in the middle of the night, she met a pair of pale blue eyes.

Satoru's small sunglasses slid down, and the small space exposed above the sunglasses was just enough for his eyes to meet Yayoi's eyes without any hindrance. His pale blue eyes glowed with a faint blue in the dark night.

"What do you want to do?" Yayoi's eyes were unblinking and her expression was as steady as an old dog's.

"Take off your clothes." The white-haired man had a serious expression on his face and remained determined.

He didn't believe that there was nothing that he, Satoru Gojo, couldn't do!

"Super pervert." Yayoi slapped him without thinking, but Satoru grabbed her wrist.

Yayoi wanted to withdraw her hand, but her arm didn't move at all.

Yayoi's eyes widened, this dog actually used jutsu! Too much!

The successful traitor Satoru let out a lewd laugh and lifted up Yayoi's quilt with his other hand, "There is nothing I can't do."

He said that if he wanted to see it, he must see it. When was there anything that Master Gojo couldn't do? There was an incantation that was not even in the records of the Gojo family. If he was not curious, there would be nonsense.

Satoru was stunned as soon as he lifted the quilt. The white-haired high school who broke into the room of a female junior high school student in the middle of the night and blatantly asked her to take off her clothes was stunned. He turned around and glared at Yayoi with his beautiful blue eyes, "Why are you wearing one-piece pajamas?!"

It's still a Pikachu onesie!

Satoru scratched his hair, feeling irritated.

It would be difficult for him to do things like this.

And he felt that this kind of clothes was more suitable for Suguru to wear. After all, he was a Pokémon trainer.

Suguru: ???

Then Yayoi who was wearing Pikachu onesie twisted her waist, rotated her body, and directly wrapped her legs around Satoru's neck. He was caught off guard and was thrown down on the quilt by Yayoi.

In the middle of the night, everything was quiet. Suguru got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and rubbed his eyes. As he walked down the corridor, he heard a banging sound outside.

With most of his sleep gone, the black-haired boy followed the source of the sound and finally stopped in front of the old tree facing the window of the little red-haired girl's room.

A familiar-looking white-haired guy and a... wait, a Pikachu?

Suguru's eyes widened. He had been a sorcerer for a long time, and he subconsciously thought it was some new type of cursed spirit.

What to do? I really want it.

The Pokémon trainer's hand was ready to move. Although the smell of the cursed spirit was really unpleasant, like a rag that had been used to wipe vomit, but... he still wanted it so much!

Wait... why was there red color on top of the Pikachu's head?

The moonlight passed through the clouds, was filtered by the branches and leaves of the old trees, and cast mottled shadows on the grass.

Suguru saw clearly that it was not a cursed spirit or a Pokémon, but a little red-haired girl. The familiar white-haired man was his good brother Satoru Gojo.

Suguru: "..."

He just wanted to ask, what kind of flight did you two take without sleeping in the middle of the night?

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• Omake •

Brother Suguru: It turns out that there really are no Pokémon in this world.

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