Chapter 60 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 30

"Mr. Geto has a good temper." Her eyes swept over the red marks on Geto's palm that had not faded, but she suddenly changed the subject and put her hand on the bag of cursed tools behind her.

"It's just that some people's 'consideration' sounds more like a warning."

The temperature in the air seemed to drop instantly. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she obviously had no intention of continuing with what Geto Suguru said.

Before the sound of the wooden screen breaking reached the ground, the chain around Miguel's waist had already shot out like a snake and "clicked" to catch the cursed spear that Zenin Maki was stabbing at him.

The sharp sound of metal clashing pierced the clamor. Maki swung her high ponytail, her abdominal muscles tensing beneath her tracksuit. "Let go!"

"Did the curser make the first move?" Kugisaki Nobara swept the curse hammer across, and the wooden screen instantly shattered into sawdust all over the sky.

Her short hair, dyed with orange-gold highlights, was covered with wood chips, like a burning flame. "Do you really think our college is easy to bully?"

In the chaos, Yuji Itadori wanted to step forward to pull the two apart, but he tripped and bumped into the low table next to them.

There was a hot pot that had just been boiled on the table, with hot white steam coming out of the edge of the clay pot.

"Oh!"

The red chili oil suddenly burst out like a dam of magma and splashed towards Geto!

The pungent spicy smell spread instantly. Nanako screamed and rushed over to block it, but was pulled away by an even faster force.

"It's really worrying."

A white shadow flashed by like lightning, and the hem of Gojo Satoru's high school uniform drew a neat arc, and the next second he appeared in front of Geto Suguru.

He stretched out his arm and accurately grasped Xia Yujie's slender waist, and floated him back several meters, landing steadily in a safe area away from the red chili oil.

Before Geto Xiayou could turn around, he heard a teasing voice coming from behind him. Although it was directed at the frightened student over there, the tone was full of deliberately fierce teasing.

"Hey—what are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his six eyes gleaming a clear blue light in the sunlight. "This will burn my precious wife. Can you afford to pay for even a hair being damaged?"

As he spoke, he deliberately tightened his hand around Xia Yujie's waist, and his fingertips even rubbed the fabric of the other's waist in an unruly manner, causing Xia Yujie to turn around and glare at him helplessly, but his ears turned slightly red.

"Teacher Gojo?!" Yuji Itadori's cherry-pink hedgehog head suddenly raised up, and the hood of his sweatshirt slid behind his head. He opened his mouth in shock as he saw his teacher suddenly hugging Geto Suguru's waist.

Gojo Satoru ignored him, but lowered his head and moved closer to Geto Suguru, his nose almost touching the side of his neck. He lowered his voice and smiled in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"You didn't get burned, did you? The flame of that cursed spirit just now was quite hot."

Xia Yujie felt an itch on the side of his neck from his breath getting close to him. Just as he was about to turn his head away, the hand on his waist tightened again.

He raised his eyes to meet Gojo Satoru's six eyes that reflected his own figure, and sighed helplessly, but there was no real anger in his tone.

"Let go, Satoru, the students are still watching."

"Just watch."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, but instead of letting it go, he leaned even closer to him and spoke deliberately in a voice that everyone could hear.

"If my Jie gets hurt, I will be heartbroken."

As soon as these words were spoken, not only did Yuji Itadori's eyes widen like bells, but even Megumi Fushiguro next to him frowned rarely and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Kugisaki Nobara even said "tsk", crossed her arms and turned her head away: "Can't you show affection according to the occasion?..."

Xia Youjie's cheeks were burning with anger because of his actions. He reached out and pushed his shoulder: "Stop it."

As soon as her fingertips touched Gojo Satoru's shoulder, he grabbed her with his backhand.

Gojo Satoru's palms were warm, and his fingertips had thin calluses from years of holding spell tools. He gently stroked the back of his hand, and the playfulness in his eyes faded a little, and there was a little more genuine concern.

"Are you really not burned?" He shook his clasped hands deliberately, as if he was acting coquettishly.

"That was pretty dangerous just now. My heart was beating faster than usual."

Xia Youjie was taken aback by his sudden seriousness. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the familiar cunning arc at the corner of his eyes. "Of course, it's mainly because I'm worried that my Jie will get hurt. I will be distressed."

Just as Geto Suguru's heart skipped a beat at the word "heartache", he saw Gojo Satoru suddenly raise his hand and gently scratch his cheek with his fingertips, as if confirming something.

"Look," he said briskly, a bit trying to take credit for it, "luckily I reacted quickly, otherwise this pretty face would have been splattered with oil, it wouldn't have looked good."

Xia Youjie slapped his troublesome hand away, his face still showing the warmth that had not faded, but he complained: "You are so old, and you still act so unruly in front of students."

Having said that, there was no real displeasure in his eyes, but rather a hint of indulgence that he himself was not even aware of.

Gojo Satoru wasn't annoyed when his hand was slapped away. Instead, he rubbed the place where he was slapped with his fingertips and chuckled like a cat whose fur had been stroked.

When he raised his eyes, the teasing in Liu's eyes faded a little, and there was a bit more real concern. His fingertips gently touched the corner of Geto Suguru's clothes.

"Then let's go to a place where there's no one next time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Geto Suguru hit him in the side of the waist with his elbow, neither too hard nor too light.

Gojo Satoru then slowly let go of his hand, but still seemed to unintentionally take half a step closer to Geto Suguru, turned around and raised his chin to the stunned students.

"What are you standing there for? Take care of the remaining scraps. Today's practical class ends early. I want to go buy some dessert with my baby to make up for it."

"Huh?!" Yuji Itadori finally found his voice, "But teacher, we haven't..."

Before he could finish his words, Gojo Satoru interrupted him with a "hush" gesture: "Students should know their limits, Hisahito."

He winked at Geto Suguru, "Leaving, Geto?"

Geto Xia Yu turned his head to look at his family and followers behind him with different expressions, and then glanced at the high school students who were on the verge of a fight not far away, frowning slightly.

He cleared his throat, his voice calm but with unquestionable authority: "Let's end today's dinner here. Leave the rest to me. Everyone go back and rest early."

Although the believers were reluctant, they still obeyed and stood up and left one after another.

He turned to Gojo Satoru and spoke in a slower tone. The solemnity he used when facing the disciples faded from his brows and eyes, and a hint of helplessness appeared in his eyes. "Don't stand here anymore. Let's go."

While speaking, his fingertips unconsciously touched the other person's cuffs, as if urging him, but also with a little subtle dependence.

Gojo Satoru immediately followed like a large dog, and before leaving, he did not forget to turn around and wave to the three students. The hand that was around Geto Suguru's waist deliberately waved in the air.

Only the petrified trio were left there. Itadori poked Fushiguro: "Fushiguro, was I seeing things right? Gojo-sensei..."

Fushiguro Megumi was silent for a while, then uttered, "...Maybe he's crazy."