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II: Lily of the Valley
Chapter 125: Brush the Ground
Gojo the Cat: Ugh.

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When it came to beating someone up the first time, it's bound to happen a second time.

It didn't take long for Yaga to hear that the son of the Zenin family was beaten up by the red-haired woman from the Gojo family and then stuffed him into the trunk of the assistant director's car.

To be honest, Yaga felt that it was not surprising that this kind of thing happened to Yayoi.

After she entered the Tokyo Jujutsu Tech as an assistant to Satoru, he figured out that red-haired creatures most of the time acted based on intuition. He had also heard a little about how annoying the Zenin family's successor was, because Maki, he knew so much more about this successor than others.

That guy was a notoriously self-important and patriarchal man who classified sorcerers by blood and gender.

Yaga didn't like Naoya's behavior from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, Naoya didn't have too many interactions with him, and there was no direct conflict between Tokyo Jujutsu Tech and Naoya Zenin. We were both sorcerers, and we were both people who exist to exorcise cursed spirits and maintain the order of this world. Even if the ideas were different, it was not appropriate to become too rigid.

Things started to change in the first month when Yayoi entered Jujutsu High.

At first, the high school's judgment of Yayoi was that she was a reverse Heavenly Restrictions with absolutely zero curse power, and she had strong physical fitness and extraordinary physique.

Half a month after entering the Jujutsu High, based on Yaga's observation and attention to her, she was completely opposite to the unreliable Satoru. The humble and honest teaching assistant tried her best to teach the students. Although she still knew little about curse, her superior physical skills were enough to benefit the students.

At that time, Yaga was very pleased. Apart from the fact that she didn't look very smart, the little red-haired woman had a very upright outlook on life, was responsible for her students, and didn't look like someone who would cause trouble everywhere.

In the first month when Yayoi entered the Jujutsu Tech, Yaga saw a glimmer of light in the future of the Jujutsu Tech, called the light of teacher ethics.

Until the day she beat the son of the Zenin family until three-quarters of him died.

He was so stupid, really, what kind of normal person could Satoru recruit? What normal person would marry Satoru?

The son of the Zenin family didn't know why he was crazy. He was particularly concerned about people who got a strong body at the cost of completely zero cursed energy. During her time in the Zenin family, Maki was often targeted by him. When he came to Yayoi, he actually went to the mission site to block people.

It was enough for him to be beaten once, but he actually tried to block her a second time, with the same result, he was beaten again.

Even an honest person like Yaga deeply felt that the successor of the Zenin family had some serious illness.

After the news spread to the high school, when the son of the Zenin family was stuffed into the trunk of the car and brought back, Shoko had to work overtime during the vacation. During the vacation, Satoru came out to greet his wife who came home from a business trip and watched. After a good show, when Yaga hurried to the gate of the Jujutsu Tech, Satoru took out his mobile phone and took several photos, and made all kinds of heart-wrenching laughter at Naoya, who was lying half-dead in the trunk, until he was punished by Yaga with an armlock.

"Had he been attacked by a cursed spirit?" Yaga asked Yayoi with a sideways look on his face while holding Satoru on his back.
He planned to struggle again.

"I did it." Yayoi said the most honest words to Yaga with the most honest expression.

Yaga's hand that restrained Satoru froze, and he dreamed back to the days when two little bastards got into trouble outside and came back to the high school, where they were not afraid of being scalded by boiling water.

The expression on the little red-haired woman was innocent and harmless. Just looking at the confused face, no one would think that she was the one who beat the man half to death and stuffed him into the trunk.

One of the two little bastards in the teacher's armlock laughed even louder.

The veins on Yaga's forehead popped out, and the two arms that locked Satoru suddenly tightened, almost strangling the white cat who was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"He wanted to beat me." Yayoi said the reason concisely and honestly, "I just beat him up."
It's not the first time anyway, I'm just familiar with it.

This didn't sound like a serious illness, and Yaga was not the kind of person who would order a student to be beaten without fighting back just because the other person was the son of the powerful Zenin family. It's just self-defense, and there was no serious illness.

Yaga: "..."
Damn it, were you being overly defensive? People who didn't know better think you were going there with the purpose of taking his life.

The person was sent to Shoko's infirmary quickly, and Shoko herself came by later. Outside of holidays, Shoko spent most of her time on standby in the infirmary of the high school, waiting for the wounded to be sent over, so that she could rescue the injured as soon as possible. It could be said that most of her time after high school was spent in this infirmary.

The female doctor with heavy dark circles really didn't want to work on her rare holiday, especially since the person who asked her to work overtime was the unpleasant Naoya Zenin.

Shoko crossed the threshold in high heels, with lingering tiredness on her beautiful face.

Shoko yawned, "Let's talk first, I drank some wine last night..."

Yaga was silent and then said, "...some?"

"Not much, just... two or three bottles?"
The wine bottles staggering on the table flashed through her mind, and Shoko reported a conservative number.

Yaga suddenly remembered that his female student also a shrewd person.

Shoko, who was a shrewd woman, yawned lazily. When her eyes focused on the person on the hospital bed, she paused and then slowly raised her eyebrows, "Why is it this guy again?"
Scored twice.

Yaga: "...I don't know why."
Who knew why this man deserved a beating so much? After being beaten once, this guy eagerly stepped forward to receive a second beating.

Shoko was silent for a moment, and she suddenly remembered the complaint Satoru made in her infirmary on the day Yayoi went out. He babbled endlessly about the rotten oranges from the top management that hindered his happy married life, and labor was bullshit. A total of eleven resentments of a woman who stay alone in their empty boudoir.

Suguru slipped out through the window before Satoru's feet could reach the threshold of the infirmary.

This look of the nasty cat amde even a fox disgusted.

In the process of complaining, Shoko could probably guess that the consequence of Yayoi and Satoru's marriage would be to attract the attention of senior officials and even the Big Three Sorcerer Families. Such consequences would inevitably lead to some troubles.

The wife of the head of the Gojo family was not only a status, but more importantly, it was a status that could contain Satoru.

During their high school days, Shoko and Suguru witnessed many scenes of the Gojo family and other sorcerer families inserting women to Satoru. This guy's nasty personality scared away many women, and the old men were also very patient. After scaring one away, two were sent to him. Suguru and Shoko were stunned for a while, and for the first time, they deeply experienced the feudal dross.

The devastated high schooler Satoru even wanted to bribe Shoko to pretend to be his girlfriend once and for all, but Shoko harshly refused. After rejecting Satoru's bribe, Shoko gave him a suggestion.

"You can ask Geto to pretend to be your boyfriend." The deceitful nature of this move frightened Suguru, who was playing with his mobile phone next to him, and he dropped his mobile phone to the ground with a 'thud'.

But Satoru thought it made perfect sense.

"Don't, I wonder if they will give you a man after this?" Suguru's voice began to tremble, and he struggled wildly. He never wanted to have an affair with a man.

Satoru paused after hearing this, grabbed two handfuls of his white hair irritably, gritted his teeth and scolded the rotten oranges at home and outside, "You old men who can't stop learning!"

This kind of thing didn't end until Satoru really took the Gojo family into his hands, and rumors of his disgusting personality and unpopularity in the jujutsu community spread throughout. However, when Yuta went to Kyoto to attend a sister school exchange event later, it was vaguely revealed that the type of the strongest in the jujutsu community was a woman with red hair and a small body.

Looking back at that time, it seemed that none of the women that stuffed by the Gojo family and the rotten oranges had red hair.

More than ten years later, this guy who had been single for twenty-eight years suddenly had a wife. The sudden emergence of a house lady in the Gojo family meant that there was a person who could contain Satoru Gojo to the maximum.

This guy usually provoked too many people outside. Once a weakness appeared, even a fairly vague one, people would rush to test him.

The two of them had a headache. None of this idiot couple made anyone worry. They were both idiots who would cause trouble for no reason.

Shoko rolled up her sleeves, planning to finish things early and return to her vacation as soon as possible. She didn't have much vacation to begin with, and she didn't want to waste more time on people like Naoya.

Just when Shoko was about to get down to business, Satoru kicked open the door of the infirmary, and the door panel hit the wall with such force that the windows trembled.

Yaga: "..."##

"Shoko, Shoko, I'm here to play with you! Oh, the principal is here too!" The cheerful white cat didn't hide the fact that he came to watch the fun.

"Be quiet!" Veins popped up on Yaga's forehead, and he hit his forehead with his fist.

Satoru was as smooth as a loach and dodged away, making Yaga so angry that he wanted to punch him again.

"Where's the little redhead?" Shoko glanced at Satoru with a faint expression.

"Go and hand in the mission report." The tall white cat said aggrievedly, "Obviously she can leave this kind of matter to the assistant director, but she can't spend time with her dear husband when she have so much time. "

Shoko and Yaga felt chills.

"What about this guy?"

"What else? He was beaten by your redhead." Shoko rolled her eyes, knowing full well that Satoru came to see the fun.

While the two were bickering, Yaga's cell phone rang in his pocket. After ending the call, Yaga's face darkened, "You two, please calm down and get rid of this person quickly."

"No problem, I will send his ashes back to Zenin's house." The white cat was obedient.

Yaga felt his fist harden, "...the person who needs to be calmed down the most is you!"

Yaga left the infirmary angrily. The tall man looked like a cadre who was about to go out to implement the gang's traditional rule. It didn't look like he was going to receive the head of the Zenin family. It's more like rushing to the scene to engage in a mid-range sniper attack with the opponent.

The two people who stayed in the infirmary watched the teacher's back gradually go away. They looked like children whose parents were not at home. They started to tear down the house openly. No, they were trying to fish.

"By the way, what's wrong with this guy?" Shoko frowned, "I've heard some rumors before, and this guy has been trying to make things difficult for Maki."

Thanks to this guy and the Zenin family, Maki was still only a fourth-grade sorcerer, despite being able to defeat grade 2 cursed spirits effortlessly.

Now he came here to block the little redhead, what's wrong?

"I don't know the specific reason, but it's probably because of Toji." Satoru shrugged with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was movement in the person lying on the hospital bed, and there were people chatting in his ears as if watching the excitement. From the sounds, it seemed that there was a capable woman among them. The environment was so noisy that Naoya subconsciously wanted to scold them.

His consciousness gradually returned, and his hearing caught Toji's name.

The bright white curtain spread out in sight, and the ceiling of the infirmary came into view.

Naoya subconsciously wanted to yell, but the bones in his body felt like they had been crushed. Even if he moved his arms, his body would scream in pain.

"Toji?" Shoko paused, "Fushiguro-kun's..."

"Shh." Satoru raised a finger to his lips. The smile on the white-haired man wearing a blindfolf remained unchanged, as cunning as a cat playing a prank, "Keep it mysterious, Shoko."

Shoko rolled her eyes, "This is almost going to cause trouble for the little redhead. What does it matter to Toji?"
He was someone who had been dead for more than ten years.

"Yayoi's physical quality was infinitely close to Toji's Heavenly Restriction." Satoru's smile did not change, "It's even closer than Maki."

"It's rare for you to have such a high opinion of a person." Shoko said, recalling in her mind the scene of the twelve-year-old little redhead trying to fight the cursed spirit. "But if it's the little redhead, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Although the physical quality is infinitely close to that of Toji, there is still a gap between her and Toji." Satoru raised his hand and demonstrated the infinite distance between his thumb and index finger, "It is somewhat similar to the infinite distance."

"Infinitely close, but never reached." Satoru touched his chin, "Coupled with the chain that can bind Sukuna, apart from me, the only person who has hope of winning against her among modern sorcerers is Yuta."

"So..."

Shoko turned to look at the hospital bed and found that the person lying on it was already awake. Maybe it was because of the wound. The other person was so painful that he bared his teeth. It seemed that he had thought of something. Naoya's expression froze, and then his whole face was filled with tears. When it became distorted, the face that originally looked like a pig's head became even more incomprehensible, and the eyes that were swollen into panda eyes were almost spitting out fire.

Excluding the fight with Satoru when he was young, the adult little red-haired girl would either not beat someone or beat him to death. Without the ability to Reverse Cursed Technique, even a sorcerer could only choose to lie down for a few months.

Shoko narrowed her eyes. Generally speaking, when a sorcerer fights, there would be the opponent's residue on his body. For example, if you were hit by Satoru's cursed technique, regardless of whether the opponent would survive, there would definitely be the residue of Satoru's curse on the opponent, but Naoya didn't have the residue of Yayoi's curse.

If she guessed it right, this guy's cursed technique inherited the "Projection Sorcery" of the head of the Zenin family. It speeded up through the continuous superposition of the cursed technique. The height reached by Naoya's "Projection Sorcery" was not as high as that of his father, Naobito Zenin. He thought very highly of himself. Although he had been beaten once, he seemed to be unable to learn to value women, otherwise he wouldn't be knocked down without even activating the technique by Yayoi.

Shoko glanced at him indifferently and then looked away.

She didn't have much interest in such people.

"Of course he is a representative from the Rotten Orange Party!" Satoru completely ignored this person and smiled like a girl in love with spring. The background board was filled with small flowers. "After all, they have always wanted to find my weaknesses. Yayoi is my wife. She will indeed become my weakness, but there is no need to worry because she is very strong!"

On the hospital bed, the muscles on Naoya's face twitched, and he showed a hideous smile, "Satoru-kun, it seems that you have a soft spot for women who can't figure out their own position."

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Shoko next to him. It was rare for the female school doctor to miss work.

Satoru remained silent, putting his hands in his pockets, waiting for Naoya's next words.

It could also be said to be an attitude of complete contempt.

Naoya was stunned for a moment, and then he twitched the corner of his mouth without giving up, showing a very disdainful smile, "You understand, right? How can a mere woman compare with Toji-kun? Women should honestly position themselves in front of men and understand their responsibilities clearly. This kind of woman who doesn't care about a man's face can just play around."
The value of women only lay in the continuation of their bloodlines and techniques, and in giving birth to excellent offspring. It was their responsibility to obey orders.

"Wow." Satoru the little seal puffed up, "What you said makes sense~"

Anyone who was familiar with Satoru would know that this was a prelude to his anger. Satoru was a guy who could change his face as fast as Sichuan opera's actor.

Shoko drooped her eyelids and watched as Satoru began to look through the drawers with an expressionless face. Under Naoya's puzzled gaze, the tall white cat took out a pair of medical gloves and put them on his hands.

"Don't you have Infinity?" Shoko asked.

"It can't overcome my psychological barrier." Satoru looked solemn, pulled the gloves on his hands, turned to look at Naoya and spoke sincerely, "This thing is more disgusting than a cursed spirit."

Ten minutes later, Satoru hummed a tune, took off the medical gloves on his hands, threw them into the trash can, and crossed the threshold of the infirmary with his long legs.

"I'll leave this scumbag to you. I'll ask the old man from the Zenin family to take his son back quickly." Satoru said as he walked, "It's so disgusting~"

Shoko looked at the person who was knocked unconscious by Satoru with dull eyes. His face still looked like a pig's head. If you look closely, you would know that the other person's face was swollen again.

Shoko sighed and thought that just treating it would be fine.

She was tired.

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Gojo the Cat: It’s so disgusting, uueergghhh—


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