Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Thank you for your guidance. ...

Yuta Otsutsuki was bailed out by Gojo Satoru.

He was even taken to Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

Tokyo, Jujutsu, Technical High School.

....College?

Polytechnic College.

Fine, this person's grades are obviously good, and his learning ability is quite strong. To some extent, he has also been promoted from a bachelor's degree to a junior college.

Qi Ben Eri looked at the phone in her hand expressionlessly, and a silly face appeared on the lit phone screen.

Wearing a white uniform, Yuta Otsutsukota smiled shyly at the camera. Behind him was his new school. The big words engraved on the stone were "Tokyo Metropolitan College of Jutsu".

Could it be that Gojo Satoru took the photo of him?

Eri Kimoto clicked her tongue, put away her phone, and silently turned her gaze to the new school in front of her.

...Yes, a new school.

She was also sent to a new school.

Urami Higashi Junior High School in Saitama Prefecture.

“…”

When asked why she transferred schools, she was furious! Sure enough, the source was that man named Gojo Satoru!!

Although he seems to be very sophisticated and handsome and no one can deny it, but is his behavior really that of a normal teacher? Asshole, he doesn't look serious at all!

It was true that Eri Kimoto was beaten by him that day, but she would never admit it because she was very angry that he treated her like a child when they were fighting!

I won't admit that this guy's strength is so strong that it makes people want to give him the middle finger. It's really annoying! If I can't beat him——

She tutted her tongue even more angrily, then suppressed the anger in her heart and walked into her new school, recalling the man's appearance at that time.

"You're also the type that makes me worry, Eri-chan~"

"But you haven't finished junior high school yet and you're not old enough to go to school... Hmm... Let me think..."

The silver-haired man's expression at that time also appeared in his mind. With his legs crossed and his chin supported by one hand, he looked lazy. He didn't look like he was thinking seriously at all.

"I figured it out!"

"How about I take you to a place where I can look after you together? There's someone I can trust there!"

"Oh no? That won't work. Gojo-sensei will get worried."

"After all, you will become my student, Mr. Gojo, in the future, right?"

"What! You don't want to be a student of such a reliable teacher like Gojo?!!"

"But you must have hurt someone just now. If you don't want to become Gojo-sensei's student, you can only choose to go to jail."

"Choose between jail and school!!"

"Eh?! Don't hit the teacher! That's not very gentle, Eri-chan!"

"Haha ...

“…”

Eri Kimoto's face was extremely grumpy. She rubbed her head which had finally recovered from the swelling in the past two days and thought to herself, how dare that damn Gojo Satoru!

Sooner or later, I'll use my magic to make him strip naked and run naked on the street! Naked!

The bastard actually transferred her academic record and everything, and even arranged her accommodation and everything.

...Damn it!

Even so, she doesn't have to go to Tokyo Jujutsu High School after her final junior high school years, okay?!

Damn the curse world!

Are they all rotten people like Gojo Satoru, bastard!

The sullen girl didn't realize that her unrestrained aura had turned her background into a terrifying black. In short, when she went upstairs to find the classroom in a menacing manner, not many people dared to approach her or even talk to her.

Eri Kimoto quickly found the teacher's office, and after the homeroom teacher confirmed everything, she followed her and waited quietly outside the Grade 3-A classroom for her opportunity to enter.

Soon she heard the teacher's voice saying "Come in". She adjusted the hem of her school uniform, took a deep breath and put on a smile.

Eri Kimoto opened the classroom door.

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Megumi Fushiguro sat in his seat and looked at the girl standing on the podium.

The girl with black hair and red eyes was wearing a uniform and standing quietly in front of the podium. After writing her name on the blackboard, she turned around and bowed before standing up straight. The soft sunlight almost enveloped her and cast a halo on her pure black hair.

Her thin and soft bangs hung down at her temples, her skin was fair and translucent, so white that it would turn red if pinched lightly, her long eyelashes were thick and curled like crow feathers, and even more eye-catching was her pair of translucent red eyes, like the finest and priceless pigeon blood rubies.

"My name is Eri Kimoto,"

"Please give me your guidance for the remaining half semester and next semester."

Even the wind knew that this was the best time to blow in. While Eri Kimoto reached out to tuck the hair that had fallen from her ear behind her ear, Megumi Fushiguro clearly heard several gasps from the students around her.

This wasn't the ordinary companion he expected... He felt as troublesome as that person had described, and Megumi Fushiguro sighed in his heart.

"So, Qiben, where do you want to sit?" asked the head teacher.

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Where should I sit?

Eri Kimoto kept a faint smile on her face as she stood on the podium and glanced down, passing by all the men and women who were looking expectantly, and finally met the calm gaze of the young man sitting in the last row by the window.

Sea urchin... looks like a sea urchin head.

Tsk, Otsutsukoshi Yu is much more handsome than that smaller sea urchin-headed one.

Eri Qimoto's gaze fell on him, and she felt that this man seemed...how to put it?

Are you inexplicably attracted to me?

He has handsome features, a well-proportioned body, and an exceptionally refined temperament. Although he is wearing the same uniform as everyone else, his clean and serious appearance is indeed very eye-catching. In short, he is very outstanding.

Their eyes met and no one looked away.

Qi Ben Eri suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken. Just when she was wondering what this strange feeling that suddenly came to her heart was,

"Qi Ben-san?"

The homeroom teacher followed her gaze and said, "Ah, do you want to sit at the same table with Fushiguro-san?"

"Of course, because there's an odd number of students in the class, Fushiguro-san hasn't had a desk mate in his third year of junior high," the homeroom teacher continued with a cheerful smile, "so we can just make up a table."

...Please don't say such things as if you are being isolated, class teacher.

Besides, can't the seats be rotated every week? This makes the classmate named Fushiguro sound very lonely. He can only wait for a transfer student to come and find a deskmate.

etc.

Fushiguro?!

Fushiguro...it can't be him.

Having walked briskly to the seat next to the boy and put down her bag, Eri Kimoto narrowed her eyes for a moment: "Fushiguro? Fushiguro Megumi?"

Fushiguro Megumi: "Hello."

Eri Kimoto: “……”

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After the bell rang, the head teacher also left the classroom.

"Are you the Fushiguro that bastard mentioned?"

Eri Kimoto didn't hesitate for a second. She stared at the boy beside her, her tone not very good: "Are you Megumi Fushiguro?"

Who is the dog?

Oh.... Fushiguro Megumi guessed the correct answer in just a second: "Gojo-sensei probably wouldn't like someone calling him a piece of shit."

"..." Qi Ben Eri's face darkened: "This is not the point at all!"

That unreliable person must have done something to her. Megumi Fushiguro looked at her and thought that her expression was gentle when she walked over just now, and the smile on her lips seemed very sincere. She seemed to be in a good mood when she looked at her with her bright eyes.

Why is it that when it comes to JD.com - no, it's Gojo Sensei.

When Gojo-sensei is mentioned, his expression changes like a book, and he even becomes hostile towards me... Hey, it's hard to tell whether this is hostility or murderous intent.

Definitely got pissed off...

Thinking of the phone call she received two days ago, Fushiguro Megumi could clearly imagine the expression of the silver-haired idiot man on the other end of the phone.

"Her name is Eri. She's the same age as you, Megumin. I think you two would have a lot to talk about!"

"He's just the type that's a bit worrying, so please keep an eye on him."

"You two can come to the high school together again later. I'm in Sendai now, and I'll pack her up and send her to Saitama."

"Gojo-sensei is very busy and doesn't have time to raise another child besides Hui. Please help me raise her!"

"Oh, by the way! She's not as weak as she looks. Her technique is quite interesting. You'll find out later!"

"Thank you for your hard work~ Aaaaa! I want the edamame flavor, thank you! Can you give me two extra boxes, sis? I came all the way from Tokyo to Sendai to buy them—"

Looking at the hung up phone, the sensible Megumi Fushiguro had a blank expression on her face, wondering whether this person was really busy or just pretending to be busy, and the edamame flavored thing... It must be Kikufuku, that bastard.

It was hard to tell whether they were arranging people in Sendai or buying Kikufuku. Fushiguro Megumi, who had withdrawn her attention, sighed. After the girl had cleaned up the table, she extended her hand to her and formally greeted her, "Hello, Eri Kimoto."

"I am Megumi Fushiguro, please give me your guidance in the future."

“…”

“…”

"...Please give me your guidance?" Eri Kimoto repeated softly, her gaze slowly drifting from the boy's calm face to the hand he was extending to her.

It was a very beautiful hand, with long, bony fingers and round, clean fingertips.

The two looked at each other, which made Eri Kimoto suddenly realize that the boy's eyes were also very beautiful. They were the kind of blue-green color that made people feel calm and peaceful. Even if there was no emotional fluctuation at this moment, it made people want to keep looking at them.

"..OK!"

Qi Ben Eri smiled brightly and shook hands with him.

He only felt that her ruby-like clear eyes were stained with a hint of obscurity, and like a whirlpool, they had a huge attraction that made it impossible to look away. Fushiguro Megumi was stunned for a moment, and soon noticed her little movement.

The clasped hands have separated.

Just now when she pulled her hand away, it seemed as if her palm was scratched by her fingertips, neither lightly nor heavily, and the itchy feeling was like the gentle stroke of a feather.

Looking at the cunning in her eyes and the smile that could be called naughty, Fushiguro Megumi sighed inwardly, and a very troublesome and strange feeling emerged.

....It's difficult.

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