Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 113
Chapter 113: Lane West Home
"I'm raising a cat."
From the moment he entered the conference room, Utahime gaze fell on Yayoi from time to time.
The tea in the rough porcelain tea cup was steaming with steam, and a thin layer of water mist covered the smooth rim of the cup.
Yayoi turned her head, and the mist from the cup covered her face and eyebrows with a thin veil. Her eyelashes were lowered, and her eyes fell on the green tea.
Illusion?
Yayoi looked away and looked down at the cup in her hand. White water vapor overflowed from the small rim of the cup, and the green tea reflected her eyebrows.
Just now, Utahime's eyes fell on her again.
" Utahime-san."
The overflowing water mist was rising, and the eyebrows and eyes in the mist were hazy.
"Hai." Utahime's tone was calm as she stared at Yayoi, but his hand was so excited that he almost lost his grip on the tea cup and dropped it.
"What's the matter?" Yayoi put down the teacup in his hand.
Utahime was holding a teacup in one hand and scratching her face with the other. She really didn't know how to start, such as 'why did you fall in love with that scumbag Satoru Gojo?', such a question was very rude. Utahime didn't like gossiping behind other people's backs, so she and Shoko openly complain about those two scumbags. Although the other person was not Satoru himself, and the person she liked happened to be one of the scumbag duo, she still felt uncomfortable slandering her lover behind his back.
Utahime thought for a while and chose a more compromise beginning, "Are you and Gojo... serious?"
Yayoi: ???
"That's it..." Utahime grabbed two handfuls of hair and was speechless for a moment, "in love?"
Yayoi blinked and denied decisively, "No."
She was still a single redhead.
Now it was Utahime's turn to wonder, "What about you and Gojo...?"
Something was wrong, Shoko clearly said that the two of them had an affair.
"I'm raising a cat." Yayoi said seriously.
"...a cat?" Utahime's expression was dull for a moment.
"Big white cat." Yayoi said.
...so what did this have to do with Satoru?
Big white cat? Cat? Was it the little cute creature she knew that was small, soft, had soft flesh pads, and was furry all over?
Satoru's hair was indeed white and his skin was relatively fair, but no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't connect Satoru Gojo the 190+ cm tall idiot man with blindfold with a little soft and lovable cat. That's a complete scumbag.
Utahime didn't understand, Utahime was confused.
Why do some people mistake scums for cats?
Why was this young person so blind?
"Are you serious?" Utahime was shocked.
"Serious." Yayoi said very seriously, "It's good to inhale cat."
Cat sucker's joy.
In the past, he was an arrogant big cat who stuck out his tail and refused to let anyone get close to him. After losing the youthfulness and immaturity of a high school boys, the twenty-eight-year-old Satoru Gojo was well aware of his feline advantages and openly used his advantages to act coquettishly and cutely. If he had even half of the skills he had now when he was still a young boy, he could make the little redhead, a junior high school student, wholeheartedly become a poop shoveler.
After she finished speaking, Yayoi noticed that the expression on Utahime's face suddenly became indescribable. Her delicate brows were twisted into a knot, and her face was full of disgust and doubt about life.
Yayoi didn't understand where Utahime's dislike and suspicion of life came from, and her intuition told her that the object of Utahime's dislike was not her.
Utahime took a sip of tea, and the slightly astringent taste of the tea bloomed on the tip of his tongue. The over-30-year-old Kyoto High School teacher paused, and a thought passed through her mind silently.
Wait... wait...
Her eyes fell on Yayoi's bright red hair.
...little redhead... third grade... Shoko... Gojo...
Utahime's tea slid down the throat, bringing the warm water temperature into the abdominal cavity, and also brought out the memories from many years ago from the depths of the mind. The smoky corridors, the choking smell of tobacco, the students in front of the window.
`Ah, talking about his falling in love with a thirteen-year-old little red-haired girl.`
`Scumbag.`
`Little redhead is fourteen years old this year.`
Fourteen years old, that’s a junior high school student! Scum!!!
The fingers holding the rough porcelain teacup suddenly tightened, and the poor teacup made an overwhelming rattling sound. The expression on the face of the sorcerer dressed as a miko was no longer calm and steady, and her beautiful eyes stared at the redhead who looked to be only about twenty years old, as if they were burning in an instant.
Yayoi was shocked by her glare. The hand holding the teacup shook and she almost tipped the teacup over, "...Utahime-san?"
Ah, this, how was this?
"Are you three years younger than him?" The expression of the teacher, who was over 30 years old, was distorted, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
Yayoi hugged the tea cup and nodded honestly.
"When you were in junior high school, you met... Gojo?" The expression on the miko-san's face became even more distorted.
Yayoi was a little scared, hugged the tea cup tightly with both hands, and nodded honestly.
The conference room was quiet for a moment, and Utahime's expression went blank for a moment. What broke the heavy silence in the air was the sound of Satoru's footsteps. The big white cat opened the door of the conference room, striding with long legs, and made a thumping sound on the wooden floor with his leather shoes.
"Sorry to keep you waiting!" His eyes fell on the front row, and Satoru immediately saw his red-haired assistant teacher and Utahime, whom he had met a few days ago.
"Utahime is here too, that's great, that's great. I just have something to ask you." Satoru pulled out a chair and sat down next to Yayoi, but he was caught off guard and received a death stare from his senior.
Gojo the Cat: ???
Satoru felt wronged, and he didn't do anything or say anything.
"Utahime, the wrinkles on your face are showing~" He said the most unpronounceable words in the most innocent tone, and it just so happened that the person speaking was the most annoying scumbag in Utahme's mind.
The expression on Utahime's face turned ugly in an instant, but Satoru's mouth kept chattering. The enigmatic intuition of the Uzumaki clan went from the spine to the top of the skull, Yayoi flew over and covered the white cat's mouth.
"Huh?" Satoru caught off guard and his mouth was covered. What did the kitty did wrong? You didn't let the kitty speak?
"Yes, I'm sorry!" Yayoi covered his mouth tightly to prevent him from speaking.
Utahime looked at the man whose mouth was covered with a sinister look on her face, with veins popping out on her forehead, as if she was about to drag the cat out the next moment and sterilize it on the spot with a knife in hand.
Yayoi: !!!
"Wow, Utahime is so scary! I'm so scared!" Satoru, who was caught off guard and broke free, hugged Yayoi's waist, buried his nose into her soft belly filled with orange-flavored soda, and rubbed comfortably.
The cobwebs hanging on her sanity were snapped in an instant, and the restraint of more than thirty years collapsed in an instant. The furious miko stepped on the table with such force that it almost cracked the table, the cup in her hand was thrown out and almost hit Satoru's head.
Utahime almost rushed out of the conference room with an angry roar, "Satoru Gojo, you are an unscrupulous teacher without a teaching certificate! Scum!!!"
Yayoi instinctively reached out and grabbed the cup that was thrown at Satoru. The scalding tea was splashed over and stopped just short of Satoru's furry head. It splashed on the invisible barrier. The white cat, who was immersed in coquettishness, put down his Infinity. He held Yayoi's waist with his hand and continued to rubbed.
"Oh~ so scary~"
"Yes, I'm sorry!" QAQ
The twenty-eight-year-old Satoru Gojo had improved a lot compared to the high school boy Satoru Gojo in all aspects. Even his fire arching skills were getting better and better. Most people's impression score of this guy had always been negative, especially Utahime, who was Satoru's senior but had always been said to be 'very weak' by Satoru. The negative score of this guy's impression was as low as the Mariana Trench.
How could such a person have a girlfriend! God could not tolerate it!!
The first thing Utahime did after finally calming down was to persuade Yayoi to call the police.
Yayoi: ???
The older woman took a deep breath and calmed down her desire to torture the cat. When she spoke again, her tone was much calmer than before.
"What do you want from me?" She could still figure out the importance of the matter.
Utahime who calmed down pinched her eyebrows. This guy just used the word 'please'. Satoru would always ignore other people's opinions and force things on others when they were not necessary. Except for things like buying kikufuku, specifically referring to Megumi who was repeatedly fooled by Satoru, since it was serious enough to come to her for discussion, it would not be a trivial matter.
Although she didn't want to talk to this bastard at the moment.
Yayoi paused, "I might be rude, Utahime-san."
Utahime paused. She did not object to talking to Yayoi. As long as the other person was not Satoru, anyone would be fine. "Please continue."
"There are people in high school who are colluding with curse users and cursed spirits." Satoru's deep voice sounded in the conference room.
Utahime paused, and the remaining anger dissipated little by little. After the lip line was straightened, the scarred face was expressionless and somewhat cold.
"Then what?"
The relevant personnel of the Jujutsu Tech include not only the teaching staff, but also her students.
"Ah, what are you angry about?" Satoru said innocently, "I didn't do anything..."
Before the last syllable came out, Yayoi stretched out her hand and pushed his furry white head into her abdomen, barely blocking his mouth.
White Cat: Huh?
"I'm sorry for doubting your student, Utahime-san." Yayoi pressed Satoru's head to prevent her from continuing to be angry.
"I know." Utahime lowered her eyelashes, "You continue."
"Well."
"Say it." Utahime saw Satoru's mouth that couldn't spit out ivory and opened his mouth again, her face expressionless, and she immediately added, "I don't want to listen to scum."
Knowing that they were in the wrong, Yayoi pressed the white-haired cat's head firmly, "...okay."
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Utahime found it unbelievable that the collusion between the high school and the curse users or the cursed spirit. Never mind with the curse users, were there really any humans willing to ally with such existence as the cursed spirit?
If it's a cursed spirit of the same level as Satoru, that's a different matter. It was not impossible to reach a consensus of interests and form a temporary alliance when they could communicate and understand simple languages, form cliques, and carry out planned actions. When the difference between cursed spirits and curse users was confused, it was not impossible.
It's easy for Satoru of the Tokyo School to investigate, but the Kyoto School, which had the closest relationship with the higher-ups, had to trouble Utahime, who was a teacher at the Kyoto School.
The woman in miko clothes sat upright with her hands folded on her knees, listening to Yayoi's words quietly, her thoughts slowly sinking.
If possible, she didn't want to doubt the students. They were all children, and the Jujutsu Tech was full of problem students. But as a teacher, she liked her students very much. Teacher did their best to teach and guide. It was a very happy thing for students to follow the right path. Every teacher hoped that students would have a bright future and the right path.
Utahime closed her eyes. If this matter was not groundless, then the person who colluded with the cursed spirit and the curse users was most likely at the Kyoto School, among her students.
The most painful thing for a teacher was to watch their students fall into the bottomless abyss.
Utahime loosened her pursed lips and spoke slowly, "What will you do if I am thr traitor?"
"No, no, no." Satoru, who had been dishonest throughout the whole process, was dishonest again. Yayoi didn't have time to cover his mouth, but instead she pushed him on her chest.
Satoru, who had surpassed Yayoi in all aspects, was no match for Yayoi, who was born with strange power, so he used a technique. Yayoi was pinned on him and struggled several times but could not get out. Her nose was full of sweetness. It had a greasy sugary taste and a masculine coldness.
Utahime: "..."
In this situation, she felt a little overwhelmed for no reason.
#Cold dog food was slapped on the face coldly#
Saying no so decisively made Utahime feel a little better, and she felt a little bit of trust between her companions, but the next words made her furious.
"Utahime is so weak and doesn't have the courage." Satoru said happily.
The miko, who was furious again, picked up the teacup on the ground and threw it at Satoru. The moment it hit Satoru's head, it was caught by a hand.
Yayoi put down the tea cup in her hand and looked at Satoru with a heavy expression, "Shut up."
You would be crushed to death, although no one could crush you to death.
Satoru continued to fire without changing his color, "It's so scary, hysterical and unpopular."
Utahime's expression was sad, looking at Yayoi like a girl who had lost her footing.
#Get rid of the trust between your sister's companions, don't even bother with that trust#
#Die, Satoru Gojo! Get into the police station, you scum!#
"That's enough, I am the senior! You are an unscrupulous teacher who attacks junior high school students! Bastard! Scumbag! Go to hell!!!"
At the door of the conference room, Yaga, who had just put his hand on the door handle, froze strangely at the door. The corridor was eerily quiet for a while.
"This is no longer just misbehavior, Yaga, take care of Gojo." The old man with a cane said hoarsely.
Mei Mei, who came to the conference room together, smiled. Her white braids covering most of her face, and her red lips curled up, "I didn't hear anything."
Finally, she added, "As long as you have money."
Yaga: "..."
This was no longer a question of money, the problem was that he really wanted to clean up the gateway.
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