Gojo-sensei has something to say Ch. 162
Chapter 162: Side Story · 21
Cherry blossoms are like crimson clouds, and the past events like ballads.
Yayoi received an invitation.
When she cleaned the mailbox in the morning, she found the invitation in the mailbox.
Satoru asked Ijichi to pay the water and electricity bills for the old house on time, so when she sorted the mailbox, she did not see the flood of water and electricity bills in the mailbox.
A thin invitation lay quietly in the rusty mailbox.
Yayoi paused and took the invitation out.
This was a wedding invitation from a good friend more than ten years ago, signed by Misako Aihara.
They have not been in touch for many years, and the memories left in their minds during their youth have become more and more outdated with the passage of time.
When they were teenagers, they were two very famous problem children in Urami East Junior High. Their ideas were so strange that they would cover their heads and have a headache once the teacher mentioned them.
Misako could dance. She was a little taller than Yayoi at the same age. Her legs were well-proportioned and flexible. She was the best dancer in the school dance team. There were many beautiful girls in the school dance team. Misako's appearance was outstanding among these beautiful girls. She was very popular among male classmates. Every Valentine's Day, her drawers and lockers were always filled with chocolates and love letters.
Being liked by boys with excessive hormones in adolescence did not mean that she would have a heart of love for these boys. Misako had never responded to any boy's confession. She refused straightforwardly and neatly. She never cared about the glass hearts of boys who were pierced to the bone, and the girls who feel sorry for the boys they like. Every Valentine's Day, she and Yayoi share the chocolates she receive.
The life of an adolescent girl was filled with all kinds of troubles, nagging parents, favorite boys, emerging acne, and jealousy from other girls.
Misako was born in a wealthy family. Her parents were very famous businessmen.
Born in a wealthy family, growing up in a bustling and dreamy metropolis, beautiful and good at dancing, such a girl is undoubtedly a standout in a place like Urami East, and it was not surprising that her peers would be jealous.
The hormones secreted during puberty as they age would make boys and girls of this age extremely impetuous, and occasionally do some impulsive things, such as confessing, dating, and even bullying their peers.
The best place to teach people a lesson was undoubtedly a place where teachers couldn't see, under the wall in the corner of the school, on the rooftop where few people visit, and in the women's toilet with better sound insulation.
She vaguely remembered that it was an afternoon, the white tiles held the thin sunlight, reflecting the red clouds outside, and the people on the playground under the teaching building had not yet dispersed, and people in groups of three or two wandered under the ball hoop, casting long shadows one after another.
The playground was quiet and soft at the witching hour, but the toilet was tit-for-tat.
Yayoi sat on the toilet, and the people outside started to quarrel. She planned to wait until they finished quarreling before going out.
Excluding her, there were four girls in the toilet, Misako and three other girls.
The girl who was confronting Misako was merciless when she mocked people. Her words were mean and sarcastic. She was jealous of Misako's wealthy family, Misako's pretty face, and most importantly, the boy she had crush with liked Misako.
Misako, who was alone, was not afraid at all. She spoke elegantly and steadily, and her tone was so gentle that it didn't seem like she was arguing. Her attitude was so calm that the girl opposite was angry and helpless.
Yayoi, who was not smart, didn't quite understand what Misako said. She sat on the toilet like a chicken and listened to the people outside the door arguing. She didn't understand, but she thought it was amazing.
The sharp voice tore through the air. Misako, who was counterattacked, lost her reason. The girl stretched out her sharp nails towards Misako's face with a distorted expression.
Yayoi frowned and carefully opened the door a crack. She had always fought with boys in the past, but this was the first time she watched a fight between girls at such a close distance. They pulled each other's hair, tore each other's scalps, and scratched each other's faces with nails.
The thin hair was as light as cotton wool falling on the ground, and the hem of her skirt was like a flower that had been torn.
Misako was not afraid at all when she was fighting three people alone. She grabbed the leader first and refused to let go of the other person's hair. Her hair was a little messy, and her face was still bleeding from the scratches. Her expression was fierce and happy, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. She didn't look like someone who was bullied at all.
The girl pushed out by Misako fell to the ground, got up in a rage, turned around and grabbed the mop in the corner, raised it high, and raised it high towards the back of Misako's head who was fighting with her companions, gritting her teeth and ready to hit it.
When Misako, who was obsessed with pulling hair with the other person, realized that something was wrong, she turned around and the cloth on the mop head smeared her face, and it almost hit her.
The wet touch smelled like a rag. Misako was silent for a while, and the mop was taken away.
The girl holding the mop stick found that the other person was surprisingly strong. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull the stick out of her hand.
The girl's face turned red, and she screamed with a red face, "Let go!"
Yes, Yayoi was a transfer student who had just transferred to Urami East Junior High not long ago. She was shorter than most girls of the same period, and she looked silly and stupid. Her natural red hair was famous inside and outside the school.
The girl pulled the mop hard, trying to pull it back from Yayoi's hand. Yayoi let go of her hand, and the girl lost her balance, her center of gravity tilted, and she fell on the sink, hitting her elbow, and she cried in pain.
"Are you going to meddle in other people's business, transfer student?!" The girl who pulled Misako's arm screamed.
Yayoi had a sluggish face and did not answer her question. He pointed to the open toilet door and said, "I was just going to the toilet."
"You guys are yelling outside, I can't go out." Yayoi forced an explanation with a fierce face.
Hashirama said that his sea urchin headed friend was very sensitive on the back. He couldn't use the toilet when someone stood behind him. Then she, who had developed five senses, couldn't use the toilet when someone was outside the toilet door. There was nothing wrong with her.
Reasons make people have no slots.
"If you guys are quiet, I can continue to use the toilet." Yayoi said nonsense expressionlessly. While talking nonsense, she turned around and casually pressed the head of the girl who wanted to attack her from behind into the sink. "If you want to hit me, I will call the teacher."
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"..mmhhh..." The girl who was pushed into the sink by the red-haired man could not get rid of the hand pressing on her head no matter how hard she struggled. She was like a herbivore whose throat was strangled by a large carnivore. The trembling climbed up her spine to her brain. The water at the bottom of the sink wet her hair, and the broken sound of crying was fragmented.
Yayoi ignored her crying and did not release the hand that was pressing on her head, "But I don't think you will let me call the teacher."
Her wrist was slightly stinging, and Yayoi frowned and found that her skin was scratched. The other person had done nails, nail plates on the nails, painted nail polish, and there were cute rabbit patterns on the nails, but the cute nails were scratching her wrist, and the sharp nails were stuck in her flesh. The other person tried to make her let go.
Yayoi paused. With her physique, this kind of wound will heal in a short time, and it doesn't matter if she leaves it alone.
Yayoi looked at the girl, her eyes were so calm that it made people feel cold. After thinking for a while, she raised her other empty hand and removed the girl's shoulder joint neatly.
Her hands fell down softly, the girl's pupils contracted violently, her legs trembled like cramps, and her lips turned white.
The amber eyes were calm and peaceful, as if looking at a fish placed on a chopping board, calmly making people's hands and feet cold, and no sound was heard for a long time.
"Then what are you going to do?" With a smile on her face, she showed no fear at all. Misako, who had let go of the girl's hair, stood up, straightened her messy hair, and tidied her messy clothes.
"Just beat her until she can't stop me from going to the teacher." Yayoi's voice was calm, and her voice was as calm as her eyes, without pleasure, anger, joy or sadness.
"Are you going to beat me?" Yayoi tilted her head, and the red hair against her cheek slid down her soft skin.
This incident became a watershed. After that time passed, their interactions began to increase.
Misako was popular among boys, but not so popular among girls. In the mouths of girls of their peers, Misako was a "young lady from a wealthy Tokyo family who looked down on them, the country people."
The faces of the three girls who bullied Misako have long been blurred by time, but Misako's image had gradually become clearer in her mind. Her conversation was not as elegant as that day in the toilet, and her posture was not very calm and steady. She often dragged Yayoi to play outside, rode her bicycle with the momentum of a motorcycle, opened her mouth and laughs, shouted that homework and men were sh*t, and her voice echoed half of the town.
She was a crazy girl.
For a while, she often ran to her house to eat, with rice on the corners of her mouth, stuffing her mouth full, and vaguely praised her mother's good cooking skills. At the end, she also said, little redhead, you have to become such a virtuous and beautiful woman.
She still remembered that Misako once shouted "men are sh*t", which was similar to Kento's words, and vowed to never rely on men to live. The promise at that time was slapped in the face by her future self.
Apart from many advertisements, there was only this invitation in the mailbox. When Satoru came downstairs, he saw his wife sitting among a pile of messy mails, smiling with her eyes bent.
The big white cat narrowed his eyes, sat behind his wife with familiarity, and hugged her to his thighs.
"What are you looking at?" Satoru put his arm around his wife's waist, rested his chin on her hair, and gently stroked it.
"My friend is getting married and invited me to attend her wedding." Yayoi leaned her body in Satoru's arms and leaned her head on his shoulder.
Satoru glanced at the exquisite invitation casually, pouted his lips, and said unhappily, "Why didn't you tell me that you had a friend?"
"It's been too long, I didn't think about it for a while." Yayoi said, "I didn't expect she would get married."
Misako always said that men were made of sh*t.
Satoru paused, his eyes fell on the invitation again. The paper was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the small gold-plated characters shone like gold in the sun.
"Come to think of it, we don't seem to have a wedding." Satoru blinked.
At that time, he was too young, and he didn't think much about it before tricking her into going to the city hall. After signed up for marriage, he went out to perform tasks a few days later, and he didn't even spend his honeymoon properly.
His shoulders slumped down, Satoru's chin rested on Yayoi's shoulders, and his cheek rubbed Yayoi's face.
"Will you be unhappy?" Satoru said softly.
Yayoi thought about it. She really didn't think about this question seriously. At that time, she didn't even think that she would get married.
Yayoi thought about it seriously and said seriously, "I'm not happy, do you want to comfort me?"
Satoru kissed Yayoi on the lips, "Gentle and beautiful Mrs. Gojo, forgive your lovely husband."
The corners of her lips could not help but bend, Yayoi squinted her eyes, like a lazy cat, and the fine golden sun shone in her eyes.
She turned sideways, sat on Satoru's lap, turned to face him, held his cheek, raised her head and kissed his eyebrows.
"You and Mutsuki are a surprise." Yayoi said softly.
The warm breath fell on Satoru's forehead, and the wind carried a warm and tender breath, and the soul seemed to be immersed in a warm hot spring water.
She never thought that she would start a family with someone and give birth to a child.
The corners of the big white cat's lips were raised more wildly, and his white head was arched into Yayoi's neck. He rubbed his soft hair everywhere. While rubbing, he mumbled something, but the sound was too vague for Yayoi to hear clearly.
"What did you say?" Yayoi asked while holding his waist.
"Nothing." The pale blue eyes were full of the cunning of cats. The cunning big cat lowered his head and kissed his wife's lips, scraping the wrinkles on them with his teeth, lingering on them with his tongue meaningfully, and finally biting them lightly with his teeth.
Yayoi looked at this cat who had been kissing her in various ways since they got married with red cheeks. The hot heat steamed up to her forehead, and everything was thrown into the corner.
The spring sunshine soaked the gorgeous cherry blossoms, and the crimson flower rain fell from the branches, and the wind was full of a sleepy tipsy feeling.
Yayoi lay on Satoru's shoulder, and Satoru held her waist. The two people pressed together like two cats basking in the sun under the shade of a tree.
After being stuck together for a long time, Yayoi finally remembered Mutsuki, "Where's Mutsuki?"
The wife in his arms moved.
As soon as she finished speaking, a series of footsteps came from the hearing range, the sound of keys being inserted into the key ring, the paper partition door of the Japanese-style room was pulled open, and the little white-haired girl ran in excitedly, her amber eyes sparkling.
"Papa! Mama! I want to keep a cat!" After saying that, she raised the cat in her arms.
The little white-haired girl holding the cat saw her parents sticking together, blinked her eyes, and her cheeks were still slightly red due to the strenuous movements.
Satoru raised his eyelids and found that his wife in his arms was frozen for a moment.
Satoru paused, wondering what kind of cat could be liked by his daughter, and his daughter ran to him with a wild cat outside, and sat down next to him.
The soft call of the cat overflowed in the air, and the fragmented light spots were soft and warm.
Satoru turned around and saw a very familiar cat. Its orange fur glowed with fine golden light under the sun. Its eyes narrowed into two thin slits. The cat with a fierce face met Satoru's eyes.
The cat drooped its eyelids and yawned lazily.
Satoru: "...I don't agree. Throw it away."
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That's right. The little white-haired girl picked up a big orange cat, but it's different from her mother's big orange cat. The little white-haired girl's big orange cat was chased home by her.
Gojo the Cat: I don't agree. Throw it away.
Of course, her father was unwilling to let this orange cat into the house. It was an orange cat, and it looked so similar to the orange cat his wife had raised before. After her father made a fuss, he finally agreed. The father and daughter discussed it. Her father didn't want the big orange cat to come in, and she didn't want her father to be unhappy. Finally, they unanimously decided to foster the orange cat at Brother Suguru's house, and the little white-haired girl could go to Brother Suguru's house to play with the orange cat.
Brother Suguru: Do you and your daughter have any special feelings for such a fat orange cat? (thinking.jpg)
Orange cat: Meow. (It's none of my business)
Brother Suguru's house is close to Gojo's house, so the little white-haired girl would go to Brother Suguru's house to play whenever she had time. Sometimes she would just sleep at Brother Suguru's house instead of going home, and sleep with the big orange cat.
Gojo the Cat: ...Suguru, I want to duel with you.
Brother Suguru: Didn't you put the cat in my house? (What does your own evil have to do with me?)
Brother Suguru: If you have the guts, take this orange cat back with your daughter. (lifeless eyes.jpg.)
PS: This orange cat is a little thinner than the orange cat that the redhead had raised before. After raising it at Brother Suguru's house for a month, the food was really good, and it caught up with the big orange cat, which made Gojo the Cat even more unhappy.
Orange: Meow.
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