Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 160
Chapter 160: Side Story · 19
But for your sake (Part 13)
So far, she had never forcibly interrupted the fight between cats.
Cats that fight were very fierce. The more reserved and lazy they were in normal times, the more fierce and shrill they were in a fight. Cats could not tolerate third-party interference in a fight, otherwise they would be hit by two claws.
After the fight, the kitten was a reserved and elegant cat again, and life wais still good, and the fur was still good to pet.
The above situation only applied to cats from other people's homes. When her cats fight, things would be serious.
So the question was, if two Gojo the Cats fight, could Tokyo be okay?
The floating clouds in the sky were like white paint under a brush, and the people queuing in front of the milk tea shop were connected into a long line. The windows were shining in the sun, and the glass was so bright that it dazzled the eyes.
An ordinary working day, an ordinary shopping mall, Panda holding a handful of balloons in his hand, floating in the clear yellow sunshine of autumn like colorful bubbles.
An ordinary day ended when another white cat lifted his long legs and stepped out of the low green vegetation, and walked towards this side with long legs.
Sensing that another "him" was approaching, Satoru narrowed his eyes and his pupils shrank. Like a large cat that subconsciously raised his guard, he took a step forward silently and covered Yayoi tightly with his superior height advantage.
Yayoi carefully poked her head out from behind him, and before her eyes fell on the other white cat that was walking slowly, she was pressed back by her own cat.
"Oh my, isn't this 'Satoru Gojo'?" The white-haired cat came over with big strides and raised the corner of his lips, with a tone and tone that was frivolous and unreconciled.
Yayoi, who was pressed behind her husband, could hear the smell of gunpowder.
Yayoi subconsciously raised her head and her eyes fell on the back of her husband's head. The soft hair was against his neck, but there were always one or two strands of hair that could not be pressed down, and the ends of the hair were sticking up.
"Why are you so nervous?" The footsteps stopped, and the "Satoru" opposite him curled the corner of his lips, slightly turned his body, and an elbow appeared in his sight.
"It's impossible not to be nervous." The 30+ years old Satoru narrowed his eyes, and the tail of his eyes was slightly curved. The white-haired man laughed softly, "Such a big, cheating cat."
"Have you lost confidence in your charm due to old age?" The 27-year-old Satoru smiled and sneered.
"Oh, how could that be? I have a wife and a daughter, which is much better than someone who has been single since birth." Satoru, who was in his thirties, smiled.
The two adults, who were not young, smiled with a smile on their faces. Their expressions were calm and steady, if you ignore the fierce sparks in their eyes when they collide in the air, and the strong smell of gunpowder in their words.
Yayoi: "..."
They quarreled, they quarreled, the two cats quarreled.
At first, they greeted each other with a calm growl, which was the usual way for large cats to greet each other. If the warning of equal strength could not deter the other party, then a fight was inevitable.
In addition, these two were "Satoru", and they have madness and rebelliousness hidden in their bones that others did not have. The calmness and indifference they usually maintain were just because no one could match him.
But now it was different. The person on the other side was himself. Even if they were parallel lines that were not supposed to intersect, once they intersected, they would inevitably rub against each other and produce fierce sparks. The warlike factor hidden in the blood became active again after the high school, and the desire was clamoring wildly in the brain.
Panda, holding a handful of balloons in his hand, looked at this Satoru, then at that Satoru, and then at the red-haired woman who was pressed behind the back by the thirty-year-old Satoru. He felt satisfied with this melon, and then took out his mobile phone and found Yaga's phone number in the contact page and sent him a message.
People like Satoru had a strong aggressiveness and unruly arrogance hidden in their bones. "The strongest" was actually a constraint on him. Because he was the "strongest", he knew the fact that no one would fight against him. Since he already knew the result, there was no need to hold on to hope.
If the person on the other side was another self, it would be another matter.
What a joke, if Satoru started fighting here, not only Tokyo, but also Japan would have a big event.
Before things get out of hand, we need to find someone who could hold Satoru.
Panda listened to all directions and kept an eye on all directions. While calling his old father who could hold Satoru, he was observing the situation of the two Satorus. The two big cats were already furious, baring their teeth and sucking blood, and were about to pounce on each other and bite each other.
The older big cat had already exposed its fangs, and its pupils were slightly contracted. The coldness of the pupils of the sky silently lingers in the autumn air, making people's hands and feet cold for no reason.
"Don't fight."
The third voice interrupted.
The five people of teacher and students watched the older Satoru being lifted by Yayoi with her hands around his waist and his feet off the ground. The red-haired woman was very strong. Even if she was holding an adult man with a height of more than 190 cm, her movements were still as steady as a veteran, her lower body was stable, her waist was straight, and her hands didn't shake.
"No fighting."
The red-haired woman, who lacked a vocabulary, hugged her husband's waist and repeated it, holding him off the ground like a large mallet, while looking at the other Satoru with a fierce face and a serious look.
"If you fight, the whole street will suffer." Yayoi said.
The four first-year students: "..."
There's nothing wrong with it.
"Okay, no fighting." The Satoru on the opposite side said with a smile.
The 27-year-old Satoru smiled brightly, and the 30-year-old Satoru had a stinky expression. His expression had not been so stinky for a long time since he went to the high school. It was the first time that the other three first-year students saw Satoru's expression so disgusting.
The 27-year-old teacher touched his chin and sneered in his heart. Even if he was in his 30s, this "him" was obviously spoiled.
The subsequent development of the matter was completely out of line, just like a husky that was taken out without a leash, running wildly in an unpredictable direction without paying attention, and it was impossible to catch up.
The teacher and students sat at the table under the awning with the Gojo couple who were out on a date. Looking around, none of the tables in front of the milk tea shop could accommodate seven people. Finally, Panda and Yuta moved a table and put two tables together.
The open awning cast large shadows. The autumn sky was clear and distant, and the white clouds floated in the sky like torn cotton.
Maki looked at the two Satorus who were smiling but not smiling. She couldn't help but dig her toes into the ground, and forced herself to resist the urge to dig out a Tokyo Jujutsu High School.
Yayoi looked at the two cats who didn't like each other. After thinking for a while, she searched in the paper bag next to her and finally found a silk scarf given when she bought clothes at a street shop. She took her husband's hand, wrapped the scarf around her and her husband's wrists, and wrapped the two hands together in her husband's confused eyes, and finally tied a beautiful bow.
Satoru blinked, confused and innocent.
Yayoi tightened the bow a little, and looked at her husband who might rush up and fight with the 27-year-old teacher across the street with her amber eyes, and said with a sluggish face, "It's safer this way."
It's the same as wrapping the leash a few times to prevent losing the dog when walking a husky. Well, there was also the risk of being dragged away.
Satoru curled his lips and said unhappily, "Do you have so little confidence in your lovely husband?"
Yayoi told him with a sluggish face, "I have always been very confident in you."
The confidence that if she couldn't keep an eye on him, he would rush up and perform "I fight myself" with another himself.
"Gojo-san over there is left to you." Yayoi turned her head and looked at the four first-grade children.
The four first-grade students were silent for a while. Panda and Yuta, who were sitting next to the 27-year-old teacher, each held their teacher with one arm, and cooperated with Yayoi's actions silently.
The 27-year-old Satoru pursed his lips, his expression was about to cry, "Do Panda and Yuta have so little confidence in sensei?"
As soon as the words fell, a familiar sneer came from the other side. The veins on the forehead of the 27-year-old teacher twitched, as if he could step on the table and wrestle with another self in the next moment. Panda and Yuta, who noticed their teacher's changing mood, silently tied Satoru's arms tighter.
"Sorry, Satoru." Panda used his two claws to hold one of Satoru's arms tightly.
"Sorry, sensei." Yuta was full of apology, but his hands did not loosen.
"We have always been confident in you." Maki sipped apple juice and took a look at her teacher, "In your ability to cause trouble."
Some people, on the surface, was an idiot blindfolded man, but in fact he was the head of the Gojo family and the strongest in the world of sorcery. Some people, on the surface, were a teacher who was responsible for teaching and educating people, but he never stopped harming students.
"Salmon." Toge pulled the wide collar.
The lady opposite seemed to be able to hold Satoru over there. Although it was not clear how much effect Yuta and Panda on their side could have, it was better than nothing.
On this side, the two Satorus could break out into a century war at any time. On the other side, Yaga received Panda's message that "Satoru and Satoru are going to fight", and was confused. At the end, a location was attached below.
Yaga paused. He remembered that Satoru and his students had tasks today. The assistant director had just reported the students' tasks to him, but Ijichi had not reported Satoru's tasks.
This time point and this location silently told him one thing: Satoru skipped work again.
Thinking of this, Yaga was silent. After a moment of silence, he decisively contacted Ijichi, who was looking for people everywhere like a headless fly, and rushed to the shopping place aggressively.
Following the location sent by Panda for a long time, Yaga saw the person he was looking for under the parasol. Panda and Yuta each held his arm. Maki and Toge sat on the side with strange expressions. There seemed to be two more people sitting opposite, and the lush landscape plants in the green belt blocked each other's faces.
The blue veins on the corners of his forehead wriggled like a little snake, and Yaga hardened his fists.
"I remember you have a mission today." Yaga had a dark face.
"That kind of mission can be carried out at any time." Satoru, who was being pinned by Panda and Yuta, curled his lips and pouted at himself at the end, "You said so?"
Satoru thought for a while, and his eyes fell on the white-haired teacher who was pinned by Panda and Yuta, "The mission?"
The 27-year-old teacher curled his lips and agreed.
Satoru understood. At this time and place, although this world he did not have his lovely wife, he could roughly guess that the mission that fell on him was actually a mess that rotten oranges had messed up himself, and he was just going to clean up the mess.
This kind of mission finally involved several high-level people in the sorcery world. In the end, they pushed each other, pointed at each other, and cursed each other.
Such a rich vocabulary of cursing, Satoru couldn't help but applaud. If these old men put their energy in cursing into doing real work, the sorcery world would not be in such a mess.
Satoru sat in the conference room and watched the whole scene of a large-scale street cursing by the elderly. In the middle of the show, he threatened Ijichi to buy Coke and potato chips. The hysterical cursing was accompanied by the crunching sound of his potato chips. When it was almost time for dinner, he threatened Ijichi to buy a cake as dinner. Therefore, the dinner of the day was solved in the conference room. This group of old people finally thought of him as the "strongest".
When a pair of old eyes looked over, Satoru licked the cream on his lips, shook the bag of potato chips, and found that there was really no potato chip in it.
"You guys are not quarreling anymore?" Satoru pouted, frowned sadly, and wiped the cream off his lips as if nothing had happened.
This kind of thing had to happen every few years. The change of power was the most important thing for those old oranges. They value it so much that they would personally come forward for the so-called negotiations.
To put it bluntly, these old men were just occupying the toilet without taking a sh*t. Their obsession with power was like a hungry hyena's desire and covetousness for raw meat. Those who occupied these powers did nothing, and those who do not have these powers covet them. After pulling the other party down from the high position, they sit on it, and then were pulled down by others, over and over again.
Killing could not solve the problem. Even if all these old men were killed, it would still be useless, so he chose to wait patiently.
He couldn't remember how things ended in the end. He remembered that before leaving, he took away the empty bag of potato chips, the empty bottle of Coke and the cake box. The next day, Yaga symbolically scolded him and continued to let himself go.
"It's okay to go later." Satoru, who was in his thirties, opened his mouth, and Yayoi scooped a spoonful of cake and stuffed it into his mouth with nimble hands and feet.
Twenty-seven-year-old teacher: "..."
First-grade four people: "..."
"Remember to prepare Coke and potato chips when rotten oranges comes to see you." Satoru made a sincere suggestion.
Such a representative suggestion made Yaga's fist harden instinctively.
Yaga turned his head slightly and saw another face. The square-framed sunglasses were hanging on the bridge of his nose, and the pale blue eyes exuded a firefly-like light in the shadows.
When his eyes touched the face opposite, Yaga's pupils contracted, accompanied by a pain similar to angina pectoris.
More than ten years of experience of being bullied had made him a strong heart. Not fainting on the spot was a sign of determination.
Satoru, who was in his thirties, raised his eyebrows and said with great joy, "I stopped caring about this kind of thing a long time ago."
Satoru, who was 27 years old, paused and thought, was the environment in another world so good? How could he be envious!
"My wife is in charge." The older white-haired man said energetically.
Several pairs of eyes fell on Yayoi.
Yayoi paused with the spoon in her hand, "I don't like their noise, so I just beat them up."
When she first encountered this kind of thing, she was actually at a loss. Later, she saw it more and got involved. The reason was that she was familiar with it. Anyway, these old people couldn't do anything to her. They relied on their age to do whatever they wanted and bullied the society. They should the one who should be punished by the iron fist of justice.
Satoru, who was 27 years old, gritted his teeth.
Satoru, who was in his thirties, raised his eyebrows energetically.
Yaga's hands and feet were cold, and his eyes were trembling.
Two Satoru Gojos.
I'd rather die.
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Yaga: If I'm guilty, please let the law punish me, instead of letting me face two Satorus.
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