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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 56: Not Knowing Where to Go
A good show and those who watch them.

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"Grandpa, do you want to eat an apple?"

Yayoi held an apple in one hand and a fruit knife in the other.

The old man sitting on the sofa curled his lips and said, "I won't eat it. You peel apples for me every day in the hospital. I'm tired of eating them."

Yayoi thought for a while, put the apple in her hand on the plate on the coffee table, picked up a pear, and started peeling the pear.

"Then let's eat pears." Yayoi first cut off the stem of the pear.

His red-haired granddaughter's IQ and EQ go up and down at irregular intervals. She was so stupid at this time that her air-reading skills were not activated for the time being.

Wasuke felt a lump in his throat and his heart was filled with congestion.

Yayoi held a pear in one hand and a fruit knife in the other. The yellow peel slid across the blade along the path of the knife, and the smooth knife surface was covered with a thin layer of juice.

Yayoi was addicted to peeling pears and couldn't help herself, which made the old man suffer from heart attack.

"Didn't you go on a date yesterday?" Wasuke asked tentatively.

He kept his ears open when his granddaughter called. Listening to the voice, the man opposite seemed to be the kind of gentle and caring type. His speech was also measured, and his invitation was polite but not too distant. Judging from the tone of voice, it seemed that the silly girl in his family knew each other.

"You mean Geto." Yayoi continued to peel the pears without raising her head. The peels were already clean, and the peeled pears were white, tender and translucent. "It's not a date, it's just a meeting."

Wasuke looked seriously at Yuji, who was holding a pillow and waiting for a pear to eat. After receiving the signal, the little tiger with high emotional intelligence understood it at the speed of light.

"Has he ever considered dating sister?" Yuji hugged the Shiba Inu pillow, his smile as bright and clear as the rising sun.

"He doesn't like me, so why would he want to date me?" Yayoi said as she peeled off the core of the pear, cut it in half, handed it to grandpa, and put half on the plate in front of grandpa.

And dating Suguru sounded so disgusting.

Yayoi shivered with goosebumps.

Wasuke stretched out his hand to take the pear, feeling suspicious in his heart. This red-haired girl of his family was stupid, but she didn't wait to admit it. She was a beauty. When she was still studying in Sugisawa High School, there were many people chasing her.

However, this stupid girl was dumbfounded. When someone came to her with a love letter, her face was still full of question marks. When she rejected someone, she simply said, "I don't hate you and I don't like you."

To put it bluntly, it meant 'I have no feelings for you'.

Heartbroken.

The brats in adolescence couldn't stand the setbacks. They didn't even know how to persevere after being rejected. They just walk away in disgrace. There were also a few who didn't give up. One of them simply writes his thoughts in front of the whole class, put it on the blackboard, but the result was still rejected.

Any of the brats at that time who were reliable would just accept rejection, but she was already twenty-four, and this red-haired girl in his family was a real beauty. She was a teacher by profession, which was regarded as the ideal career for men. How could she still single?

Occasionally, he heard a neighbor talking about his little red-haired girl, and accidentally learned that the ideal type of his little red-haired girl was actually a boy with white hair and blue eyes.

Damn it, what bastard took advantage of me when I wasn't paying attention and took advantage of my baby cabbage?

Wasuke was shocked at that time, and went back home to make some innuendo. Yayoi looked confused throughout the whole process, and made it clear that she only liked cats, and men would only affect her speed in rubbing cats.

At that time, Wasuke was resentful but at the same time he was helpless. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the big orange cat next to him who was being petted and purring. Seeing this situation, the little old man couldn't help but feel sad. He thought that unless a cat with white fur and blue eyes turned into a human, his little red-haired girl would not be dating.

Yuji reached out to grab the other half of the pear on the plate, but Yayoi slapped his hand away, "The pears can't be shared. I'll peel a new one for you."

"Oh." Yuji watched helplessly as Yayoi picked up another pear and began to peel it.

Had to say that his sister's knife skills were really good. A thin layer of skin was peeled off and fell in circles. After the peel was peeled off, the pear was tender and clear.

"He doesn't like you?" Wasuke asked.

"Yeah." Yayoi removed the core from the pear and handed the pear to her brother.

Yuji took the pear and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Eh, he don't like my sister."

His sister was a beauty, with a nice face and a good figure.

"He doesn't like women, he likes men."

He liked Satoru.

"Pfftー"

"Pfftー"

The grandfather and grandson spurted out the pears in their mouths at the same time.

"Cough cough coughー"

"Cough cough coughー"

The coughs in the living room rose and fell violently, and the coughs of the grandfather and grandson became louder than the other, which made Yayoi have to give the two living treasures some relief.

"Why are you so surprised?" Yayoi opened the upside-down teacup on the coffee table and found two glasses of water. "Love has no gender distinction."

Although Japan did not allow men to marry, they could immigrate.

Satoru and Suguru, who were in two different places, feel the same cold at the same time.

Wasuke finally calmed down. After hearing Yayoi's shocking speech, his throat felt itchy again and he wanted to cough.

"Then why did he ask you out?" Wasuke was shocked that a gay man was actually next to me!

"Two days ago I smashed an abandoned school building." Yayoi answered honestly. "It happened to hit the load-bearing pillars and the school building collapsed. I fished out his two daughters before it collapsed."

"Probably to thank me for not burying his daughter." Yayoi felt she had realized something.

Wasuke: "..."

Yuji: "...don't he like men?"

Where did a man get his daughter? Could both men have children these days?

The little tiger couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Wasuke thought there was something wrong with his grandson's focus, but it seemed to be okay.

"Yeah." Yayoi bit into the pear, and the sweet juice soaked her taste buds, "He ruined the other person."

Not only did he scummed Gojo, but he also gave birth to a child behind Gojo's back!

Yuji: "..."

Wasuke: "..."

Scumbag, you look like a dog with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but I didn't expect you to be a scumbag!

•

Star Religious Group Headquarters

"Ahchooー"

Suguru sneezed hard.

Since just now, his nose has been itching and his desire to sneeze has been rising. It felt like someone was talking bad things about him behind his back.

"Geto-sama?" Nanako, who was playing with her mobile phone, raised her head.

"Are you cold?" asked Mimiko, who was holding the doll.

Spring was the season when influenza was prevalent, and it was easy to catch the germs in crowded places.

"No." Suguru touched his nose and smiled, "I'm not that weak yet. Maybe someone is talking bad about me."

"By the way, what do you want to do?" Suguru said with a smile.

He has raised the two children since they were young. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were his two daughters. A wise daughter was like a father, and he knew what the two children were thinking as soon as they pout their tails.

Nanako was stunned for a moment, and then asked in a nonchalant manner, "What I want to ask is the red-haired woman."

Mimiko nodded, "Geto-sama, is she also a sorcerer?"

Suguru touched his chin, "No, she is not a sorcerer, but she should have cursed technique."

Although it was still unclear what kind of technique it was.

"At that time in the abandoned school building, the power of her curse, even if it was short-lived, made me feel very much like Satoru's. It was huge and very oppressive." Suguru smiled, "So I judge that her curse strength shouldn't be much worse than Satoru's."

Although this was the case, the control of the curses, the meticulous manipulation of the cursed energy, and the overall strength were not yet on an equal footing with Satoru.

"Huh," Nanako stopped playing with her cell phone, "but in the amusement park, I didn't feel any curse on her."

"It should be because of her special physique." As if he thought of something extremely interesting, the smile on Suguru's face deepened, "Her physique, coupled with the fact that she is infinitely close to a body that has been strengthened by Heavenly Restriction, in appearance she's just bound by Heavenly Restriction with zero cursed energy."

"For a special reason, the mantra is stored inside the body," Suguru said. "It's like water in an opaque glass."

"With such a physique, even it can be hidden it from Satoru's eyes." Suguru touched the hair of the two girls, "It's normal that you can't tell."

Possessing cursed technique, zero cursed energy, and a body as strong as a Heavenly Restriction sorcerers, there was probably only Yayoi at the moment.

Suguru rubbed his chin a few times, becoming more curious about Yayoi's physique. If nothing else, it might have something to do with the incantation engraved on her back more than ten years ago.

Hissー

However, the incantation was engraved on her back, so he wouldn't be so embarrassed if its in another places.

It's all Satoru's fault.

Suguru touched the face that had been beaten by the redhead and felt a pain in his face.

"Since she is a sorcerer, shall we take her over?" The black-haired girl holding the doll raised her head with expectant eyes, like a newborn deer.

"Mimiko likes her very much." Suguru smiled, "But I'm afraid she won't be able to fulfill our wishes."

"She and Satoru are similar in some aspects." Suguru said softly, "It's just that she doesn't look like Satoru."

The former could only be regarded as the arrogance of missing a string in the head, while the latter was the arrogance of people and even dogs.

Mimiko was confused and didn't quite understand the meaning of Suguru's disjointed words.

"She is obviously a sorcerer, why does she want to hang out with monkeys?" Nanako was very puzzled and a little angry.

"Geto-sama, have you known her for a long time?" Mimiko asked carefully.

Compared to Nanako, Mimiko, who liked to hold her dolls quietly, was more sensitive and delicate in some aspects. Her intuition told her that Yayoi and Suguru were acquaintances.

"Yes, we have known each other for more than ten years." Suguru smiled, "We were still young at that time, and she was still a little red-haired girl with no chest height."

The lush shadows of the trees outside the shoji door were swaying, and the golden sunlight fell into the room and was cut by the door frame.

Suguru put his hands in the wide sleeves of his monk's robe and looked down at the clear spring sun outside the window. The thin paper on the wind chime was rising and falling in the wind.

The years have mottled the young man, and he once again recalled his youth, and various flavors bloom on the tip of his tongue.

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Curse Technical School in the suburbs of Tokyo,

The cherry blossoms on both sides of the high school approach were in bloom.

The flowers were delicate and thin, curling and falling in the soft spring light. In just one night, the shrine was covered with cherry blossoms. At first glance, it looked like a long river paved with flowers, extending to the interior of the college.

In the early morning, Yuta and two other first-grade students and one panda went on duty. Several people took long brooms to sweep away the fallen cherry blossoms on the ground.

After sweeping away the fallen cherry blossoms on the ground, there was green moss in the gaps between the exposed bluestone slabs.

The high school was located in the suburbs of Tokyo. The advantage of being surrounded by mountains was that you could see the original cherry blossom feast in spring.

Cherry blossoms all over the mountain cover the entire mountain like clouds, and the spring sun was soft and slightly drunk.

Satoru's hands were clasped in his large jacket pockets, and his white-bandaged eyes were gradually tranced as he watched the mist-like cherry blossoms, as if a bright red would suddenly emerge from the hazy pink clouds at the next moment. .

"Spring is here." Satoru said as if talking to himself.

He suddenly remembered that the little redhead's birthday seemed to be in early March, which happened to be when the cherry blossoms in Saitama Prefecture first bloomed.

After cleaning the shrine, Satoru wanted to fulfill his rare responsibility as a teacher and instruct the students in taijutsu, but this person's instruction only resulted in beating up the four students.

"Maki." Satoru squatted on the ground and held his chin, looking at the girl with a ponytail and glasses who had just gotten up from the ground, "Your advantage lies in your body that is stronger than ordinary people. Don't be focused on using the cursed weapon."

"Huh?" Maki felt that he was talking stupidly, and she suddenly felt angry. A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, "What do you think I should use to remove the cursed spirit without using any cursed tools?"

"The cursed tools only play a supporting role." Satoru said, "The human body has too many limitations, so most of the curse users rely on cursed technique to exorcise the curse spirits. Instead, they gradually forget about their body strength. If your body cannot keep up with the technique, it will be difficult to withstand the increasingly powerful technique."

"But you are different, Maki." Satoru said, "Your cursed energy is not equal to your physical body. Your cursed energy is low, not even as good as ordinary people, but your physical body is much better than most sorcerer, if it were a duel between sorcerers, you might not be the winner."

Maki didn't understand what he was talking about.

Satoru was talking to her, but vaguely, Maki felt like he was talking to himself or someone.

"Please explain it clearly to me."

Maki didn't really want to pay attention to this idiot bandage man, but what he said made her have to care.

Satoru smiled softly, "A strong body can not only make up for the lack of cursed techniques, but also overwhelmingly defeat the enemy. It's just that there are no cursed techniques. It's not like I haven't seen a red-haired girl with zero cursed energy broke the legs of four curse users at once."

Maki was stunned.

"Her taijutsu skills are based on her strong physique, she is fast enough, her strikes are ruthless, her reactions are sensitive enough, she strikes decisively, without confusion, and she is familiar with the weaknesses of the human body." Satoru recalled, " My physical strength is far inferior to hers, and her taijutsu almost perfectly takes advantage of her physical strength, so I will be beaten to the ground without using any taijutsu."

"If the cursed energy is only low, so we might as well develop it in another direction." Satoru said.

Maki pursed her lips and lowered her eyelids thoughtfully.

"Don't be confused, Maki." Satoru added, "Just beat up those who question you."

Like that little redhead.

Maki rubbed her arms, "Did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Damn it, why did this piece of shit look so serious and reliable today?

"Indeed." The chubby Panda lay on the ground and nodded in agreement, "Satoru, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"Salmon." This was Toge talking about rice ball fillings.

Yuta nodded while holding the katana.

"Eh?" Satoru pouted, "Gojo-sensei has always been reliable, right? I'm Gojo, the spicy teacher."

Why did you think highly of yourself?

The four people were full of complaints.

•

After the instruction, the three of them entered the school infirmary without any surprise. When they opened the door, Shoko still had a cigarette in her mouth.

The woman in a white coat looked at the limping trio, then at the culprit, and rolled her eyes, "Are you giving instructions?"

You were just beating the students!

Satoru blinked innocently. His eyes were tightly wrapped in bandages, so Shoko didn't see his big eyes. Even if she did, Shoko wouldn't change her heart.

This girl was such a scumbag.

After sending the students to the infirmary, Satoru was called away by a phone call, leaving several students to face Shoko. Shoko took out iodine and disinfectant cotton, briefly disinfected the wounds on several people, and then used reverse technique to perform simple treatments.

Maki sat on the hospital bed covered with white sheets, pursed her lips.

"Maki-san..." Yuta said cautiously, "Does it still hurt somewhere?"

"No." The girl answered decisively, without any hesitation, "I'm very fine."

The sunshine was warm and soft, and the branches outside the window were covered with cherry blossoms. The girl's eyelids droop, creating a shallow silhouette under her eyes.

"Shoko-san." Maki suddenly said.

"Huh?" Shoko raised her eyes and smiled softly when she saw the little girl's hesitant look, "That guy, Gojo, did he say something to you?"

Maki was stunned for a long time before letting out a confused 'ha'.

Shoko smiled and lit a cigarette for herself. She didn't care that this was an infirmary. "Honestly, I'm not surprised at all that Gojo recruit you to come to the Jujutsu High."

Maki became even more confused, "...I don't quite understand, Shoko-san, please explain it clearly."

Although she didn't want to admit it, what's worth exploring about a Heavenly Restriction whose cursed energy was so low that it's not even as good as ordinary people?

"That guy is the strongest." Shoko began to reveal the dark history of her former classmate without hesitation, "But before he became the strongest, he was beaten by two people. Those two were Heavenly Restriction with zero cursed energy who exchanged all their cursed energy for a strong body."

One was Toji Fushiguro, and the other... was the little redhead.

"One of them is a little red-haired girl who is a little smaller than you at this time." Shoko's smile deepened, "It's a cute red-haired girl."

The face felt particularly good to touch.

"It's so possible..." Maki's pupils shrank.

"Nothing is impossible," Shoko said. "The methods he uses to beat you now are partly the same as the methods the little redhead used to beat him back then."

"He has been fighting with that little red-haired girl for three years." Shoko slowly blew out a smoke ring, "I guess he has figured out her ways a little bit."

"But her skills are based on her powerful body." Shoko continued, "With her absolute speed and that strange strength, the two of them are just looking to fight her in physical skills, so Gojo has never beat her in physical skills."

"Gojo has figured out a little bit of her physical skills, but he can't use them on himself." Shoko said, "The physiques of the two people are very different. The redhead's skills are tailor-made for herself, not suitable for Gojo."

"Just like little redhead can't learn Gojo's technique no matter how hard she learns." After the tobacco rolled in her throat a few times, Shoko blew out a puff of smoke.

"Maki, your physical strength is somewhat close to that of the little red-haired girl back then. That little guy smashed a wall violently and smashed the head of a curse users. By the way, at that time, she just used an ordinary fire extinguisher."

"Ano..." Yuta suddenly raised his hand, carefully interrupting the conversation between the two women, "I remember that sensei said that his ideal type is a little girl with red hair..."

There was a strange silence in the infirmary.

The cigarette in Shoko's mouth was tilted, and her eyes were dull as she looked at Yuta who spoke in horror.

After a long time, the female school nurse with long brown hair and dark circles around her eyes smoothed her hair up and muttered to herself, "That scumbag really had some evil intentions against the underage little red-haired girl at that time."

Maki: "..."

Scumbag teacher.

Yuta: "..."

The little redhead that Satoru Gojo liked.

Chikuso, what should we do if we're even more curious?

The three first-year students scratched their heads and wished they could rush to the front line.

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