bayedsolid Chapter 336: Hard Work, Not Hard Work
Chapter 336: Hard Work, Not Hard Work
Note: This chapter is two chapters in one (Sorry, I thought about it and felt that I was not very satisfied with the plot, so I modified some of the content. Please refer to this version. Thank you~)
After Fushiguro Shigeu left, I looked in the direction he left and felt unusually depressed.
This is very different from the ups and downs before.
It was as if I was going on a long journey, but I bought a standing ticket.
After waiting for a very long time, a seat finally became available in front of me. I finally lay down comfortably and relieved my futile fatigue.
But I don’t know if there will be new people getting on at the next stop, so I have to stand up again and continue waiting.
This is how I feel now.
On the one hand, I actually, really hope that someone will remember me.
It doesn't have to be someone. Even if it's just one day when we pass each other on the street corner, that person can stop and look back, then walk over to me and say, "Excuse me, are you Suzuki Yuri? I remember you."
That would be great, I would be very happy.
But when this day really seemed to be coming, I became scared.
I even ran away hesitantly, timidly, and cowardly, shrinking back into my original comfort zone. Because Jay's appearance and departure did leave a big psychological shadow on people.
Just ask Gojo Satoru about his action of blowing up the Pansei Cult, and you will know that the moment of falling from heaven to hell feels as long as five hundred years.
Perhaps Fushiguro Shigeki saw this point and set aside three days for me to adapt myself.
But he shouldn't have done that.
Because...if that guy shows up in front of me three days later, and is in the same "I don't remember anything, my brain is blank" state, I'm not sure if I will have the urge to kill all these people.
After all, uh...if everyone died, no one would dare to forget it.
Emmm...it seems like he is speeding down the dark path and may never come back, but it doesn't matter.
At worst, I can just ask everyone to go on the road with me.
After paying the bill, Geto Xiayou in the store did not choose to put his wallet away. Instead, he walked away with a thoughtful expression.
I think he looks a little familiar now, emmm... When I was in high school, I seemed to be in this state when I encountered strange and difficult geography questions.
No, what I mean is, how can there be an answer like "a certain flower is planted in large quantities because the locals find it festive"?
"What happened to you?" While I was distracted, Gojo Satoru had already pointed it out and laughed at Geto Suguru, "Could it be that Yushin-chan ate too much and drained Geto's wallet, so you're worried about the money?"
"What are you talking about?" Xia Youjie punched Gojo Satoru's shoulder without changing his expression, and retorted rudely, "Although I'm not as reckless as you are, but for the time being - let me do the math, even if ten more Youxins come out, I can still feed them."
"Huh?" Gojo Satoru said unconvinced, "If you are ten, then I am twenty."
"So what if there are twenty. Youxin-chan is not a unit of measurement."
Me: “............” Thank you for knowing that I am not a unit of measurement.
So what were you doing just now? You all echoed each other, almost belittling me to an ancient mythical beast that can eat more than Taotie, but the blame should obviously be put on Ryomen Sukuna!
Anyway, I was very upset: "Who asked you to feed me?"
We, the free, open, strong, straightforward, positive workers of the new era, never need to be supported by others.
Social animals will never be slaves!
"We're almost done eating." Glass took out his phone to check the time and asked, "As for me, I still have some things to do at school. Should I go back?"
"Glass, do you have anything else to do today?" Gojo Satoru asked in confusion, "Didn't Principal Ye Moth say that the frequency of cursed spirits appearing has decreased recently, so he gave you a rare day off to rest?"
"Yeah." She nodded, glanced back at me, and replied, "But--"
"The sorcerer, who had lost all vital signs and was in a dormant state of suspended animation, was discovered by me, who is wise, resourceful, wise and courageous. After treatment, he was able to 'come back to life'. Such reports are rare."
The moment the words came out of my mouth, I immediately understood what Glass meant.
Although she didn't understand what the entanglement between me and Fushiguro Shijiro was, and she didn't know what means that guy used to get me back, she decided to keep it secret for me.
After receiving my grateful look, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, put her hands back into her pockets, and asked, "So? Do you want to go back with me now?"
"Well, why don't you go first." I waved my hand quickly, "Since you have something to do."
"Yushin-chan, where are you going?" Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair in confusion and asked, "Yuhito and the others don't know that you are alive. Don't you want to go back and tell them?"
I rubbed my belly with a little embarrassment.
I don’t know if they can understand this feeling.
When I was eating and drinking to my heart's content just now, even if I stuffed myself with two boxes of biscuits, it was like a drop in the ocean, just a drop in the ocean for me.
But now, retribution seems to have come.
So supportive............
There is only one straight road from here to the technical high school, which is probably a few kilometers away. If you use Gojo Satoru's teleportation or Geto Suguru's cursed spirit, you can probably get there in the blink of an eye.
However, if you slow down and walk back slowly, you can spend about an hour.
My mind is a little confused right now, so I can take this time to sort out my emotions.
"So, can you guys go back first?" I said, "Anyway, the time difference between the two won't be too long, so you should go back and do your business first."
“Eh…” Gojo Satoru blinked, his tone slightly firm, “I told you that you couldn’t eat that much, but you refused to admit it.”
"Yes, yes, yes." I said perfunctorily, "Gojo Dai-sensei is very good at predicting things, so can you guys go now?"
"No need." He waved his hand, as if he had gotten me some great advantage, and said, "I don't have classes today anyway, so I'll mercifully accompany you."
I advise you not to send this porcelain cup, otherwise it will break.
"As for Jie, he has classes today, so let him go back with Nitro first." he said.
"Haha." Xia Yujie put his hand on Gojo Satoru's shoulder with a fake smile, "Buddhist man, you seem to have forgotten something."
Gojo Satoru: "?"
"The class I'm going to take today was originally for you. Now that you've returned from your business trip, you should go by yourself."
"Hey, since you promised to help me, how can you go back on your word?" Faced with a very legitimate reminder, Gojo Satoru said this without blushing, "You should go."
"You go."
"No, you go."
As we watched the two teachers of Jujutsu High School arguing and shirking each other, Naoko and I said, "..........."
To be honest, I feel sorry for the students who are kicked around like a ball by them.
"I say." Glass crossed her arms and said impatiently, "Are you two done yet? You'll be scolded by the principal for being late again. You haven't changed since you started school. Don't you think it's childish?"
Looking at their movements that are so smooth that there is no trace of performance, I don't think they feel it.
"Same old, rock, paper, scissors." The two guys looked so serious as if they were fighting a battle that would cost their lives and dignity.
"It has to be best of three games." Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and said it so carefully.
"Sure." Xia Youjie answered confidently, "You lose every time anyway."
Eh, that seems to be the case. It was Gojo Satoru who lost last time.
So I quietly approached Nitro and asked curiously, "Why does he play so hard when he can't win every time?"
"Tsk." Glass crossed his arms and sneered mercilessly with a look that showed he had seen through everything. "It's just that the guy looks calm and steady, and he can be very intimidating when he's pretending."
"It's actually the same, fifty-fifty." After a pause, she added, "Otherwise he wouldn't do it."
Me: "........." Such natural and vivid words, but he is still pretending. No wonder it is so hard to detect his lies every time. If Gojo Satoru had such a trick, even twenty horses would not be able to catch up with him.
Well, next time when Jay wants to learn bking, I have to pay extra attention, otherwise I won’t even notice him pretending to be him.
*
Rock-paper-scissors, in the end it was Geto Suguru who won the game.
Gojo Satoru was reluctantly ordered by Glass to return to the technical high school to teach second years.
"How old are you? You still play this kind of competition." At least one person was sent away. I sighed and looked at Gojo Satoru's restless hands still waving in the sky. I stretched out my hand helplessly and dealt with it perfunctorily.
"Puchi." Xia Youjie couldn't help but let out a laugh.
I turned around when I heard the voice and saw his thick black hair scattered on his chest and his hands covering his mouth.
This morning, he just tied his hair into a half-bun because he wanted to take me out to eat.
The fox eyes were curved, and the thick black eyelashes trembled because of the smile, like the thin willows drooping slightly from the branches, which added a sense of laziness and bewitching than the usual meticulous appearance.
"Sorry." He waved his hands with a smile and explained, "Because Youxin-chan, you are obviously not very old, and it looks very inappropriate to act like an old man."
"What do you know?" I glanced at Xia Youjie's face and said in a flat tone, "Don't look at my age, I am more than qualified to be your teacher."
"Okay." He shrugged helplessly, spread his hands and put them behind him, making an invitation, "Then please ask Mr. Yuji and your disappointing student to go for a walk together to digest the food."
"Ahem. No need to add the word Tiger Stick, just call me teacher."
As I said that, I raised my head and strode unceremoniously in the direction he pointed out: "Since you ask me so, I will reluctantly accompany you for a while."
Although we have entered summer, judging from the time in June, it is still the plum rain season.
Although it didn't rain in the morning, the sun only shone a little before being covered by the continuous dark clouds.
I had only walked for less than ten minutes when fine and dense raindrops began to fall on my face, blowing away the remaining heat on the ground. It was much cooler than before.
I didn't bring an umbrella, and neither did Geto Suguru.
In theory, you can actually ride on the Curse Spirit and fly back directly.
But I didn't want to go back so early, and he seemed to think so too. There was a pavilion of medium size on the side of the road, so he suggested that we could go in to hide from the rain and go out again after it stopped.
I glanced.
It was very similar to the pavilion where I took shelter from the rain with Geto Suguru after the mission. The path was muddy and damp, and the air was filled with the fragrance of grass, trees and soil.
It’s not early spring, it’s already early summer.
"Do you feel cold?" He stood under the eaves and looked up not far away. The rain fell on the green leaves at a very fast speed, and the dots formed into lines, as if the sky and the earth were connecting through this point to open up a passage.
If the rainwater gathered more, was finer, and denser, perhaps it could really follow this path and run to the sky...
I was so absorbed in imagining the strange passage that I didn't answer Xia Yujie's question in time.
So, he seemed to really think that I was a little cold, so he simply took off his coat and slowly put it over my shoulders.
A light woody scent instantly fills your whole body.
Almost in an instant, it reminded me of a certain point in time that was long and distant. Those things that had gradually become dim and blurred, yet seemed to be extremely clear, slowly emerged before my eyes.
I heard that a familiar smell can trigger people's memories. I stared at the profile and the identical movements in a trance, and laughed inexplicably.
Turns out...it's true.
Now I really think about it, they are actually the same person.
"Yushin-chan?"
"Yeah." I came back to my senses and looked at him, "What?"
"Are you... too tired?" he asked helplessly, "It feels like you're not listening to me."
"If I'm too tired, will you let me rest my head on your knees?" I blinked and asked in a mysterious way.
He paused and looked back at me.
"Guomea. I just said that. Don't take it seriously."
"Okay."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
I opened my eyes slightly and stared at him blankly.
"You look really tired." A soft voice slowly reached my ears. Xia Yujie had already leaned forward and sat down, with his long legs together. He said in a helpless tone, "You can only lie down for a while."
I thought about it for a moment.
Well, anyway, this was agreed by Geto Suguru himself, and he was not forced to do so by any coercion or inducement from me... Anyway, it’s not my fault.
So I lay down with my coat as a cushion, feeling at ease, and uttered a low, gentle sigh: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He reached out his hand and tapped my shoulder gently. "It's been hard for you to hold on for so long."
From his point of view, it should refer to the fact that I was trapped in Ryomen Sukuna's mental space after being separated from my soul, but I was able to fight back.
Well...from this perspective, I am indeed super awesome.
“It’s not hard.” But when I opened my mouth, I answered him with my heart, “I don’t feel it’s hard at all anymore.”
For such a moment of peace, the long wait in the past seems to be worth it.