Chapter 74: Fingertips touch the heart

Gojo Satoru squatted on the edge of the field, his mind blank.

Whenever he comes to the village recently, Gong Zhili will ask him to do work.

At this moment, he was mechanically pulling out the weeds on the edge of the field. God knows why the weeds can grow so fast. Just one rain and one night, the weeds that were just cleared yesterday have grown wildly again. There is no trace of rapeseed seedlings, and the weeds are about to take over the field.

Gong Zhili responded, "Because weeds are also part of the life of the land, the same benefits are bestowed upon them... Okay, weeds are more resilient than crops, but if you pull them out, they'll transform into humus and return to the land."

So now Gong Zhili is cooking at home, and the whole family, including him who is here to eat for free, are weeding in the fields.

And because he was too big and didn't have suitable rubber shoes, the children assigned him to pull weeds by the fields. They trudged through the wet fields in their own rubber shoes, squatting in place and pulling out the weeds in a field. Then they had to carefully pull out their shoes that were stuck in the ground.

Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief and finally managed to continue working patiently - his patience had been honed when he was sowing rapeseed and potatoes. At that time, he could follow behind Gong Zhili and sow row by row. Now he was just pulling weeds, which was not difficult at all.

After weeding out these two plots, there were still plots of carrots and garland chrysanthemums. She had already planted so many kinds of vegetables at the beginning of spring. He also saw that she had placed several breeding trays in the basement, in which were grown seedlings of tomatoes, green peppers, eggplants and cucumbers. Gojo Satoru was wondering how many things she was going to plant.

But he also had some fun during the planting process. After planting the potatoes, Gong Zhili said to him, "Come dig up the potatoes when the time comes—that's really a super therapeutic thing. You like butter potatoes, right? I can make them!"

Gojo Satoru is looking forward to this, and can also experience the slight intoxication of accumulated happiness from sowing to harvesting.

He believed that he could taste all the crops planted by Gong Zhili. As long as he thought of this, he would pull the weeds a little faster.

Nanako watched Gojo Satoru clear the thickest weeds along the two terraced fields by himself, then looked at the small area left beside them and pursed her lips: "We lost..."

Mimiko and her sisters were in sync. Seeing Gojo Satoru standing up and heading back into the house after pulling out the weeds, she comforted Nanako: "Chiri said we are still young, and when we grow up we will definitely be good at work!"

Nanako felt better then.

Gong Zhili had one more thing left unsaid: "I just don't know if my grown-up children will still be willing to work in the fields."

She knows that there are several families in the village who are now focusing on educating their children and not letting them work.

Gong Zhili didn't care whether they could still work when they grew up, but she thought that the world of magic was not safe yet, so she had to train them to grow quickly.

After children go to school, they have to spend time on academic subjects. The training time will be reduced, but the quality must be improved. It is not enough to just weed like now.

The busy farming season is only during that time every year. At other times, should we take them to the mountains, swim, or run around the village?

Or mountain training -

"What are we having for lunch?" Gojo's voice suddenly came from behind her.

Gong Zhili is no longer scared by him now. After all, this guy is so childish that he uses the same method to scare people over and over again.

"French soup. I needed some onions in the basement so I threw some in."

Gojo Satoru looked into the pot and said, "Are there too many onions?"

Gong Zhili said calmly: "It's okay, onions are good for the body."

Gojo Satoru: "Don't make it sound so reasonable to process large quantities of expired food."

Gong Zhili poured the soup: "Would you like to drink it?"

Gojo Satoru took it and said, "Of course I have to drink it."

It turns out that even when a chef is handling expired food, her skills are still up to par.

It's still a bit cold like this, and it's really comfortable to drink hot French soup with lots of onions.

After lunch, Gong Zhili put on a safety helmet and went to the other side of the new house to help.

Gojo Satoru followed her and asked, "How long will it take for the new house to be built?"

Gong Zhili calculated the time: "The house can be delivered by the autumn harvest...Autumn harvest——"

She sighed and discussed with Gojo Satoru, "The autumn harvest and the house collection are colliding. Do you want to have a sprint training class?"

Gojo Satoru: "Most crops are harvested in August and September, which is also when the cursed spirits are most active. It's very difficult."

Gong Zhili sighed, "Cursed spirits and such are really annoying. Can't people just focus on developing agriculture in peace?"

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered: "Actually, there are also cursed spirits related to the land, which can control plants and turn wasteland into forests..."

He was still recalling Hua Yu's abilities - unfortunately, Hua Yu was not very strong and was afraid of fire, but he thought she was very suitable for farming.

Gong Zhili thought so too. She turned her head excitedly, and Gojo Satoru's chin was hit by the safety helmet that suddenly approached him. The force was not great, but the position was tricky. Gojo Satoru, who did not use any means, only felt an unexpected soreness and numbness that exploded in an instant. He subconsciously hissed and raised his head slightly.

Gong Zhili laughed embarrassedly twice: "Sorry, are you okay?"

She reached out and touched his jaw.

Gojo Satoru's body suddenly tensed up at that moment.

Those slender, close, and warm fingers were like an invisible electric current, completely breaking through the safe distance between them that had stood like friends for some time.

Perhaps this distance only existed in his mind, consciously placed there by him, but the distance now was... too close! So close that he could see her slightly worried pupils, so close that he could almost smell her scent coming through the air from her fingertips.

His heart began to beat violently without any warning. He suspected that with Gong Zhili's ability, she might have heard his disordered heartbeat. When this thought came to his mind, his breath was suffocated for a moment, and an unprecedented confusion gripped him. The feeling came too abruptly and violently, making him forget the insignificant pain on his chin. It was almost an instinctive defense, with a hint of indescribable embarrassment. He turned his head slightly in a hurry, restraining himself from showing any abnormal expression, just avoiding Gong Zhili's fingers.

"It's no big deal, it doesn't hurt at all." He said this, but rubbed his chin to increase the heart-pounding distance. The small piece of skin under his fingertips that was hit was faintly hot, reminding him that the moment when something went wrong was real.

Gong Zhili withdrew her hand and tilted her head to look at him: "You are still not used to others touching you."

Gojo Satoru really wanted to refute, but he thought that if he refuted, he might really be caught by her and beaten up. Then he really wouldn't be able to hide his abnormality, which would be too bad, so he could only vaguely agree with her.

He simply took a step forward, walked to her side, and signaled that it was time to set off.

Gong Zhili adjusted his helmet and said, "Your chin is quite strong."

Gojo Satoru just hummed in an ambiguous manner and didn't respond.

The lake breeze blew in with a chill, but it couldn't dispel the slight numbness that remained on his jaw, nor could it dispel the chaotic ripples lingering in his heart.

The warm current quietly flowing under the lake's surface was stirred up by this unexpected collision, making him realize more clearly than ever before that some boundaries seemed to be becoming blurred.

He subconsciously pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolling silently. This wasn't the proper reaction between friends. A blurred line loomed behind the cracks created by the collision, carrying a warm current that made him want to explore yet instinctively retreat. His gaze drifted to the shimmering yet somewhat dazzling lake in the distance, and he felt a faint heat behind his ears, along with the spot where he had been struck.

Really...

Gojo Satoru's usually clear mind began to accumulate disorganized thoughts, which resulted in him not being able to see anything in the new house. He just forced himself to memorize Gong Zhili's introduction, ready to take it out and recall it when he was in the mood. Later, he even left in a hurry without eating dinner or asking to stay overnight.

He returned to school and found Jia Ruzhongzi.

Ieiri Shoko was drinking coffee and reading a book in the infirmary that the school had opened for her. After Gojo Satoru entered the infirmary, he sat on the examination chair by himself, his long legs crossed, his fingertips tapping the armrest occasionally, but his eyes were unfocused, wandering in the void.

After waiting for about ten minutes without him speaking, Ieiri Naoko finally looked up from her book—perhaps because she had finished her coffee—and asked, "What's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru cleared his throat and began his consultation: "Today, no, recently, I've been feeling a little strange."

Finally, Glass's eyes fell on his face with interest: "Tell me in detail?"

Gojo Satoru chose his words carefully: "It's like your heartbeat is slowing down and your body temperature is rising inexplicably, especially when you're near a certain kind of being."

"Specific existence?" Glass raised an eyebrow, his tone calm, "For example?"

Gojo Satoru paused. He couldn't say the name "Miya Chiri" directly. His eyes flickered behind his sunglasses for a moment, and he finally said vaguely, "It's just that, at a very close distance, there is a strange feeling."

He thought of the fingertips that almost touched his chin, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly again.

Ieiri Shoko looked at him. This "strongest" recognized by everyone in the world of sorcery always acted flamboyantly and without scruples. How could there be such an awkward moment?

She was almost immediately certain that his mood was related to Miya Chiri, but what had Chiri done to make him so tense and irritated? Gojo Satoru tilted his head slightly, and the hint of irritation and confusion hidden beneath his feigned composure was far more obvious than his usual mood.

And looking at the current situation, there is one thing that is certain. She gave Geto Suguru a fist bump in her heart: Gojo is really stupid!

She put down the coffee can, her voice still flat. "Would you feel aggressive towards that 'specific being'? Or would your intuition tell you to stay away?"

She didn't remind Gojo Satoru that she wasn't a psychiatrist—she could totally become one now!

Gojo Satoru retorted almost immediately, "Of course not!" He then realized his tone was too hasty. Realizing his state wasn't right, he unilaterally decided to end the conversation. He stood up and said, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."

The door was opened and closed.

Ieiri Naoko waited for a while, and after confirming that he had really gone far away, she immediately took out her cell phone and started sending emails to Gong Zhili to inquire about the situation!

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The author has something to say: Gojo Satoru with super low magic defense. PS: Because I have to work overtime tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the update may be updated every two days.