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I: The Flowers Are Not Sleeping
Chapter 53: The Milky Way
Have you missed me? I miss you very much.

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◆ [Maiden]

After the spring break, it's the beginning of the school year at Sugisawa High School.

Miyagi Prefecture was located at a higher latitude and longitude than Saitama Prefecture. In comparison, the cherry blossoms bloom a little later.

The school officials of Sugisawa High School specially set the opening date when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. The river water under the bridge reflected the clear and distant sky and the ancient towers. The pink petals fell into the water and were carried by the flowing water in all directions.

The school season in Sendai was very clear, as clear as the river holding cherry blossoms.

Yayoi naturally enrolled in Sugisawa High School, the school closest to home.

On the first day of high school life, Yayoi was still sleeping in bed when Wasuke wielding a spatula lifted her out of bed.

"Why are young people sleeping so late? Be more energetic!" Grandpa looked at Yayoi, whose hair was messy while sleeping, with a hint of resentment in his tone.

After washing up, Yayoi sat drowsily at the dining table with her messy hair. Also the drowsy Yuji, her younger brother. The little guy was smacking his mouth, his eyes were half-opened, and he was obviously not awake.

"Sister, I'm so sleepy." The little guy was about to lie down.

"I'm so sleepy too." Yayoi said, "Grandpa is so energetic."

After running for morning exercise early in the morning, he came back and started cooking with a spatula full of energy.

Spring was a season when it was easy to feel sleepy. In the early morning, the birds chirp in the yard, and the sunshine flown like water on the window sill. The window frame cut it and fell on the dining table in the morning.

Yayoi suddenly thought of the fat sparrows in Saitama Prefecture. After Yayoi moved to Saitama Prefecture, every winter they couldn't find food, so they would go to the window sill of Yayoi's room, tap the window with their pointed beaks, and ask her for some food. As spring turned to autumn and the sun and moon change, the big sparrow would bring the little sparrows to her window. When they grow up, the little sparrows would bring other little sparrows to her window.

The day before leaving Saitama Prefecture, sparrows came to the window of her room and knocked on her window asking for food.

Yayoi spread the bread crumbs on the windowsill. The sparrows stood on tiptoes and jumped on the windowsill. Yayoi held her chin to watch them eat.

ーDon't come again, I'm leaving.

Yayoi told them before leaving.

Yayoi lowered her eyelashes, and grandpa suddenly said "breakfast is ready", like a pebble falling into a calm lake, waking up the sleepy birds on the branches.

Before going out, grandpa gave Yayoi a new mobile phone with a new calling card installed in it.

Yayoi stared blankly at the brand new mobile phone. It was more beautiful than her original one and kept up with the trend. The metal casing had a beautiful luster.

The original mobile phone was knocked into the soup pot by Tangerine who suddenly broke into the kitchen while cooking a few days ago. It fell into the soup with a 'plop'. The bubbling soup quickly submerged the mobile phone. Yayoi was panicked, she scooped it up with a soup ladle.

The mobile phone that Yayoi fished out of the soup pot lay pitifully in the soup spoon. The soup was stirred and the mobile phone was scrapped. For the first time in his life, Yayoi wanted to spank Tangerine.

"Meow~" Tangerine made a mistake and huddled pitifully, its emerald green eyes watering. It meowing aggrievedly, even the fur became much softer.

Yayoi still didn't spank Tangerine after all. What could she do? She couldn't stew her own cat, right?

After Yayoi turned off the gas stove, she hurriedly ran to a nearby mobile phone store to repair her mobile phone. She moved so fast that her grandpa didn't react until the door closed.

In order to punish Tangerine, Yayoi went out without the cat. Tangerine scratched the door aggrievedly and was picked up by her grandfather.

"Tangerine, if you make a mistake, you must admit it properly and don't scratch the door." Grandpa told Tangerine solemnly, and Yuji nodded in agreement.

"You have to admit your mistake, otherwise my sister won't love you anymore." The little guy said seriously.

Tangerine: Meowー

Tangerine waved it fat cat paws and wanted to rush out of the house and run towards it owner, who was running away, but grandpa hugged its waist.

There were emails from Satoru on her phone, many of which she hadn't had time to read yet. There were not only emails from Satoru, but also photos of her mother, Misako's contact information, and the contact information of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. The phone was very small. To Yayoi, it was like an invisible connection between her and certain people.

That phone hid three years of her life.

In an era when information exchange was inconvenient, she only saw her distant family members once in a long time. She didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't hear each other's voices. She couldn't write letters because she wasn't allowed. In the end, she didn't even meet again.

The vast sea seemed to had isolated her hometown and burned it in another world.

She was also burned to ashes in her isolated hometown.

Yayoi sat in the reception area of the repair shop, lowering her head sadly. A sour feeling arose in a corner of her heart, and she was so sad that she wanted to shed tears.

That tiny bond seemed to be broken.

"Little girl." The technician who repaired the mobile phone handed the phone to Yayoi. "The photos and some emails were recovered, but the phone book was lost. I am really sorry."

The mobile phone card was also damaged and could not be used.

Yayoi turned on the phone, and found that the phone's battery and some of the lines were damaged. The technician replaced it with a new battery, and it took a lot of effort to save the photos and some emails. The phone book was gone, and the phone was stuck. It could no longer be used and could only be replaced with a new one.

Yayoi blinked her eyes, and her eyes were filled with heat. She blinked hard and held back her tears.

"Thank you very much."

At least she still had photos and some emails.

The technician uncle felt that the little red-haired girl was sad and wanted to cry, but she stubbornly held back the tears. He tried to recommend other more beautiful and smart new mobile phones to her, but the little girl shook her head. Without saying anything, she carefully put the phone into the box after saying thank you, and then carefully stuffed the box into her backpack.

Car horns honked one after another, engines rumbled, and countless people passed by her, but no one could stay.

Traffic light jump transition, people on the other side of the zebra cross walked towards her and passed by her.

Yayoi didn't know how she walked home. When she went home, there were a big one, a small one, and a cat standing in front of the house. There was the sound of rustling leaves in the wind, and the sun cast mottled tree shadows on the ground.

"Sister!" Yuji wanted to rush over again, but his grandfather grabbed him by the collar of his back. The little guy's acceleration was so fast that his grandfather almost missed him and carried him forward for a while before stopping down.

Wasuke hit his grandson on the head and said, "You are just a little cannonball!"

After reacting, Yuji touched his head in frustration, picked up Tangerine, and ran to Yayoi.

Her brother held her cat and raised his head, his amber eyes shining like stars, "Sister, don't be angry, Tangerine knows he was wrong."

Yuji lifted Tangerine's paw and shook it.

Tangerine meowed pitifully.

Tangerine rarely knew that it had done something wrong and allowed Yuji to hold it, lift its cat paw to show its kindness to Yayoi. It looked at Yayoi with its emerald green eyes, and its beard twitched slightly.

The little boy's eyes were as bright as stars, and the cat nestled in his arms with its paws raised looked very cautious like a child who had made a mistake.

"I don't blame you anymore, Tangerine." Yayoi touched Tangerine's head. Tangerine purred and tilted its head to touch the palm of the owner's hand.

Yayoi was a little redhead who didn't hate other people.

The cherry blossoms fall from the branches, as delicate as a girl's skin, and the spring breeze of March carried the golden sunshine.

Wasuke also hung a cute bunny pendant on her mobile phone, with long ears, red eyes and a three-petal mouth. Yayoi then remembered that she had passed her fifteenth birthday, and now she could barely be said to be a teenage girl.

When people grow up, they were always accompanied by the departure of certain people and certain things in their memories.

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◆ [Valentine's Day]

On February 14th, Valentine's Day, Yayoi received a lot of chocolates. Her drawers and lockers were filled with gifts and love letters, filling the small space to the brim.

Adolescent boys and girls were as shy as flowers that had not yet fully bloomed. The air was filled with the sweet scent of hormones, and they subconsciously pursue the girl or boy they like.

Yayoi often found that there were a few eyes that always stick to her, but when she turned around, the owner of those eyes quickly looked away.

The empty-headed Yayoi had no idea what was going on until Takakura, a classmate from the next class, ran up to Yayoi so aggressively from the corridor outside the classroom on Valentine's Day that Yayoi thought he was here to fight with her.

"Y-Yayoi... I- I like you!"

The boys and girls in the corridor were attracted by the loud roar that contained the boy's shy thoughts, and they all stopped to watch the large confession scene.

At first, Yayoi didn't see Takakura's face because she was holding a stack of homework books higher than her head. When she heard a majestic roar in front of her, she slowly poked her red head out from behind the homework books.

"Why do you like me?"

'Like' was a strange yet familiar word. Mom said she liked her red hair, Satoru said he liked kikufuku, Suguru said he liked to eat some noodles, Shoko said she liked drinking, and Yayoi herself liked red bean daifuku and orange soda.

'Like' basically filled every corner of life. The 'like' that Yayoi understand needed no words or explanations, everything was taken for granted.

On Valentine's Day, countless boys and girls confess to each other. The green buds sprouting faintly from the treetops were as delicate as the girls' hearts, and the air was as sweet as the fragrance emanating from the hearts of flowers.

The big boy in front of her blushed like a ripe persimmon in autumn. He hesitated to speak in front of Yayoi.

"You, you are beautiful." Takakura said hesitantly.

ーMom, why did you marry 'dad'?

ーBecause I like your father very much. We stay together because I like him.

"But I don't like you." Yayoi blinked and added at the end, "I don't like you and I don't hate you either."

ーYou are still young, and you will know what it feels like when you meet someone you like.

The mother in her memory smiled very softly and tenderly.

Mom must like 'dad' very much, Yayoi thought.

There were gasps and murmurs from the crowd.

Takakura's face turned red and white, and he bit his lip, "I know, I'm taking the liberty to ask, what type do you like?"

He would work hard tomorrow!

Yayoi thought for a while and thought about it, and inexplicably thought of a big white cat squatting on the table and slowly eating cannele on a quiet night, wearing small sunglasses like a human, even drinking honey water looked so humane.

"White hair, blue eyes, very beautiful."

That kind of cat.

Inexplicably, she was reminded of Satoru again, maybe because he, like the cat, had blue eyes and white fur.

Takakura-kun from the next class was stunned for a while.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had someone you liked!" The big boy's expression was awkward and urgent, and there was uncontrollable frustration on his pale cheeks.

Yayoi looked at the person who was running away. She was confused for a while, and then she moved the homework book to the teacher's office as if nothing had happened.

Since that day, 'the aloof red-haired beauty from Class ○ of Grade 2' had been spread in the school inexplicably. She was a flower on the high mountain. She didn't like to laugh or talk. She had no feeling for all the males around her, but her heart belonged to someone else, and she like boys with white hair and blue eyes.

After she entered the third grade, her title became 'the aloof red-haired beauty of Class ○ of Grade 3'.

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◆ [Preferences]

Satoru Gojo was a teacher without a teaching certificate.

It didn't matter that he didn't have a teacher's qualification certificate. The school he worked in was not a normal school anyway.

There were two sorcerer colleges in Japan that specialize in training sorcerers, one in Tokyo, an international metropolis facing Tokyo Bay, and the other in Kyoto, a city with a long history.

Satoru was no stranger to Kyoto. He was a native of Kyoto.

Kyoto was known as the 'Holy Land of Curses' and had a long history. The capital of the Heian period, Heian-kyo, was now Kyoto. The heyday of sorcerers was in Heian-kyo more than a thousand years ago. At that time, most of the prestigious sorcerer families located their families in Kyoto.

The Big Three Sorcerer Families was an ancient family that had lasted for more than a thousand years. Many things could change in more than a thousand years, but the Big Three Families had never moved the family to other places and had always kept the family in Kyoto.

After graduating from high school, he rarely went back to his hometown. He spent most of his time at Tokyo Jujutsu High School, or went out on missions, and occasionally went back to visit somewhere.

Gojo family was Satoru's main family, but he didn't have a good impression of the old oranges in his family. He wished he could stay as far away from those rotten oranges as possible, but he was the only one who had inherited Six Eyes and Limitless in hundreds of years. It aas the Six Eyes that the Gojo family had been waiting for for many years to be born. At the same time, this also showed that even if the head of the Gojo family was killed, they would not give up the son of Six Eyes.

The ancient feudal families attach great importance to the inheritance of bloodline and the inheritance of cursed techniques in the bloodline. What's more, the chance of drawing a card that inherited Six Eyes and Limitless at the same time was more difficult than winning the jackpot by buying a lottery ticket.

The stronger the Six Eyes of this generation were, the stronger the Gojo family's voice would be.

Unfortunately, Six Eyes of this generation was extremely rebellious, but his bloodline and his skills were unparalleled in the world.

Their attempts to tame him only made him more deviant.

As time went by, smart phones have begun to be gradually promoted, but his mobile phone number had never been changed.

Satoru lowered his head and played with his mobile phone as his fingers slid on the screen. Compared with outdated button machines, smartphones were much more convenient and fun games could also be played on mobile phones.

It's a pity that no one could play games with him now.

Shoko worked overtime for a week in a row, relying on the Reverse Cursed Technique to refresh her brain until yesterday afternoon. After yesterday afternoon, she locked the door and fell asleep in the room. Before falling asleep, she posted a note of 'Satoru Gojo and idiots are not allowed inside' in front of the door.

Satoru pouted, feeling very aggrieved. Cat was so cute, but you don't play games with him.

Shoko spat. Staying up all night for a week in a row made the school doctor with thick dark circles extremely grumpy, and she told him to get out of here.

After sleeping for a whole day and night, Shoko ushered in the exchange meeting between Tokyo and Kyoto sister-schools. Tokyo school lost to the Kyoto school in the last exchange meeting. The number of participants from the Tokyo school this time was obviously not enough, so Yuta Okkotsu being dragged over to collect heads... ah, no, it was to made up the number.

The boy carried a long sword was a little uneasy. Among the contestants, he was only a first-year student, and the others were all seniors. Besides, he felt that he was a half-baked sorcerer who had not yet become a prodigy.

"Don't be nervous, Yuta." Satoru put his hand on Yuta's head, "Believe in yourself, believe in Rika."

"Failure is not scary." Satoru said, "You have to see your weaknesses in failure and become stronger after that."

"Whether it's for yourself or for Rika."

Yuta tightly grasped the shoulder strap of the case that wrapped the katana, pursed his lips, and nodded.

When he went to Kyoto School to participate in a sister-school goodwill event, he would inevitably meet the seniors. So the teachers and students walking around the school naturally met a gorilla. No, it was a man who looked like a gorilla. Also with him was Noritoshi Kamo, the heir to the Kamo family.

The two people across from him recognized the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu society at a glance. It was obvious that the other person was coming for Satoru.

The four people met in a narrow road. Even though the two people on the opposite side knew that even if they were put together, their strength was quite different, they were not afraid at all. The heir of the Kamo family greeted Satoru, his teacher, in a normal manner, but the gorilla did not. The gorilla immediately took off his shirt, revealing his curvy muscles, and roared at the teacher and student, "What type of woman do you like?"

The majestic roar stunned the teacher and student for a while, and a question mark slowly appeared on their heads.

"By the way, I like tall woman with big butts!" The gorilla yelled excitedly with his hands on his hips.

Noritoshi covered his face and pretended that he didn't know this gorilla.

The honest man, Yuta Okkotsu, was thinking seriously about how to answer his questions while comforting Rika who was about to make a move.

Satoru next to him rubbed his chin a few times, thought for a moment, and said in a calm tone, "I like red-haired girl, tiny little one."

Noritoshi: "..."

Yuta: "..."

"However, she should have a good figure when she grows up." Satoru added at the end after recalling the feeling of the time.

Yuta: !!!

Sensei, sensei, what were you doing, sensei?! You were committing a crime, sensei!

Noritoshi: !!!

As the head of the Gojo family, he was actually like this...!

The gorilla's eyes shed two lines of clear tears representing regret and sympathy, "I didn't expect that the strongest man's quirks and fetishes are so bad. This world of sorcerers is hopeless."

Yuta: "..."

Noritoshi: "..."

You're not much better!

The world of sorcerers was full of people like you, so it's already hopeless, right?! Sooner or later, the jujutsu society would be over!

"Hey, don't underestimate the little red-haired girl, she is a beauty." Satoru curled his lips and argued, "Beautiful red-haired beauty."

Recalling the red-haired beauty he had seen in the birth domain of the special-grade cursed spirit, the little red-haired woman was not short among women, with eye-catching hair, a beautiful face, and graceful curves that could not be concealed by a miko uniform. That was definitely a rare red-haired beauty.

The gorilla on the opposite side seemed to refuse to communicate because of inconsistent idiosyncrasies.

Yuta: "..."

Noritoshi: "..."

The jujutsu society would be over soon.

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◆ [The so-called close friends]

Mimiko and Nanako remember asking Suguru who his best friend was.

If he was a close friend of Geto-sama, then he was a very good person.

But Suguru said: "He is a cat that only likes to fool the red-haired cat who is always on the verge of committing a crime."

"Very childish." Suguru said.

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◆ [Sick]

Grandpa didn't like to go to the hospital or see a doctor. He always thoughts that when he was sick, he could just buy some medicine and take it. There was no need to waste resources with his old bones.

Both Yayoi and Yuji disagree.

Grandpa was sick that day and was still unwilling to see a doctor.

Yayoi picked up her grandfather and rushed out of the house at a speed of three seconds and fifty meters to the hospital. Yuji picked up the prepared documents and rushed out of the house at a speed of three seconds and fifty meters to catch up with his sister who was carried his grandfather.

"Sister, run slower, I won't be able to catch up!"

"You two unfilial grandchildren, I don't want to go to the hospital! I don't want to go to the hospital!"

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◆ [Cats]

Yayoi had been dreaming about the white furry cat she raised more than ten years ago. In fact, he was not her cat, but someone else's cat. However, she stubbornly believed that since she had raised him, he was her cat.

The white furball had not changed from more than ten years ago. The fur was soft and fluffy. The blue eyes were like the lake water on the plateau, reflected the ancient clear sky. There were small black sunglasses on the nose.

"Miiー" The furry and fluffy tail swayed, and he lifted up the little paws, walked slowly to Yayoi, and rubbed his cheek on the back of her hand.

Yayoi blinked and went to touch his fur.

"Did you miss me?" Yayoi said, "I miss you very much."

But she hadn't seen him for a long time.

"I miss you too." The white furry said softly.

The low voice lengthened the tone of each word, and the tone was a bit coquettish. The long white eyelashes were like slender red plum branches covered with fine snow, and the broken stars seemed to fall into those blue eyes. He looked at her with lingering eyes.

"Yayoi, I miss you so much."

In the dream, Satoru rubbed his cheek against the back of her hand. His beautiful eyes were curved like a cunning cat. His soft and moist lips brushed against her skin from time to time, causing waves of strange numbness to appear on her skin.

Yayoi: !!!

Furball... the furball turned into Gojo!!!

Nightmare!!!

The red-haired girl was so frightened that she woke up and did not dare to sleep for the rest of the night.

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• Omake

#Someday in the future:

Yayoi: The nightmare has come true.


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