Chapter 47

"Ah, you're awake."

When Ieiri Shoko returned to her clinic after buying some nicotine lollipops to replace cigarettes, she found the black-haired young man who had undergone the reversal procedure sitting up and talking to Gojo Satoru.

She took a few more steps inside, and suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

Why did you take off your blindfold?

Without even trying to discern anything unusual, she noticed that Gojo Satoru was not in a fighting state at the moment, but instead appeared with his blindfold removed, completely revealing his [six eyes], which was quite illogical.

In addition, she had also vaguely heard that the black-haired young man who made Gojo Satoru urgently call her to get up and work overtime was the current head of the Kamo family, who dared to propose to Gojo Satoru during the New Year...

Ieiri Glass felt in her pocket, took out a lollipop, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

"Sigh, I understand."

Wearing a white coat, she put her hands in her pockets, turned around and walked towards the door.

"I'm going out for a couple more lollipops... no, I mean, a couple more cigarettes. You guys go ahead."

Gojo Satoru: “…………”

Gojo Satoru emphasized, "We didn't plan to do anything!"

Kazuma Hatake echoed with a straight face: "Yes, we don't plan to do anything."

Shoko Ieiri's gaze swept between the two of them, and she scoffed, neither confirming nor denying the sophistry.

"Now that you mention it, it makes it seem like we were actually planning something..."

Gojou raised his eyes, a mixture of amusement and helplessness in them.

However, he was clearly much more relaxed now than when he had just brought Kazuma back. As he put the blindfold back on, he could still catch a glimpse of the black-haired youth looking over with a hint of regret in his eyes.

This kid, I've let him touch me for so long, and now he still seems like he hasn't had enough of touching me.

He was so soft-hearted that he even went out of his way to undo the [no-holds-barred] thing—

Hey, isn't he being a little too nice to the head of the Kamo family?

Gojo Satoru was in a great mood, so great that he could hardly contain his smile. When he looked at the black-haired youth again, he found the other's reaction quite adorable; even the slightly lowered head, the look of both disappointment and satisfaction, was endearing.

So he retaliated by reaching out to grab the other person's hair and ruffling it several times.

Sitting on the bed, Kazuma Hatori didn't struggle, letting the beautiful Daigo ruffle his hair and then slowly smooth it down with his fingertips, making it neat again—except for a few tufts of hair sticking up stubbornly.

As Ieiri Shoko stood on the steps at the entrance and witnessed the whole thing, she suddenly felt that even the lollipop in her mouth had become bland.

She's a bit superfluous.

The atmosphere between the two of them was so sweet it almost made her teeth fall out.

She should have realized this as early as when Gojo turned him around... She had almost never seen him in such a hurry, and his explanation even concealed a suppressed anger.

Now what is the result? If she stays any longer, she'll start to feel like she's being ungrateful.

Shoko Ieiri sighed silently, and as the two looked at her, she immediately raised her hand and gestured for them to leave.

"I'm leaving now."

"Wait, Shoko," Gojo Satoru called out to her, "I said I wasn't planning on doing anything, come and help check on his recovery."

"I'm fine now."

Glancing at the already replenished stamina and curse power in the game, Kazuma Hatori spoke up.

But Gojo Satoru didn't believe him. He even got up from his chair, pressed the black-haired youth back down on the bed, and then beckoned for Ieiri Shoko to come over and give him a thorough check-up.

"…………"

Shoko Ieiri moved her lips, almost forcing a dry smile, but then gave up.

That sticky, ambiguous atmosphere, and I had to repeatedly emphasize to her that there was nothing going on... Ha, who would believe that?

That being said, with her excellent professionalism, she still responsibly examined Banba Tori Kazuma's body and made the professional judgment that "he is indeed completely fine."

Only now could Gojo Satoru truly relax.

"How long have I been asleep?" Kazuma Hato asked him.

"It's been almost a day, and now it's the latter half of the second night."

The fact that Kazuma Hatake was safe and sound made Satoru Gojo extremely happy, and his voice returned to its usual soft and gentle tone, with a rising note at the end.

"Shoko, thank you—I'll treat you to drinks another day!"

To Kazuma Hatori, who was thanking Shoko Mukai in this incredibly cute tone, it was absolutely adorable.

The feel of that white fur was absolutely amazing, not to mention that the beautiful Daigo even rubbed against his palm and winked at him with one eye...

Ah, I have no regrets about dying.

"You can't drink, it's super boring to drink with you."

Shoko Ieiri glanced at the two people's undisguised micro-expressions, waved her hand, and sighed melancholy.

"Then let's invite the songstress too."

Gojo Satoru didn't mind at all when the other person said he had a low alcohol tolerance—because it was true that he did.

"So, the songstress will be drinking with me. Are you just going to sit there drinking milk? Ugh, I'd rather go enjoy your private time with her."

With light blue circles under her eyes, Ieiri Shoko yawned, this time truly ready to go back to sleep.

As he watched Shoko leave, Gojo Satoru tilted his head, offering no rebuttal to the "two-person world" claim.

When he and Kazuma Hodori spent their days off in their apartment, it really was no different from a "two-person world."

As for Kazuma Hato, he was still secretly thinking about the new information that "[the handsome Daigo is not good at drinking]".

"How are Hisahito and Megumi doing?"

Once again, only the two of them remained in the clinic. Kazuma Hatori sat up again and straightened his rolled-up sleeves.

"Megumi has also received glass therapy, and she's probably fast asleep right now."

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, "As for Yujin, he insists on coming over to check on your safety in person, so we'll just arrange for him to stay in the college dormitory for now. There are empty rooms everywhere anyway."

"Wow... Even though he's not a sorcerer, his physical abilities are really strong, even a bit stronger than Maki's. I almost thought he also had [Heaven and Curse] on him."

"Hiruhito is really strong."

Remembering that he could actually have a tug-of-war with him while he was using the "Crimson Blood Technique: Crimson Scale Leap" technique, Kazuma Hatori nodded silently.

"What is '[Heaven and Curse]'?"

Another new setting for the game?

This game has so many strange and unusual features.

“[Heaven and Curse], let me think how to explain it to you,” Gojo Satoru stroked his chin. “We sorcerers have a kind of contract called [Binding] that requires us to abide by. It can be signed between people or between people and a spell. It uses an equal price that must be paid to obtain a certain result that one wants.”

"For example, the [tent] that Hui put down that night is a manifestation of [restraint]."

He raised both index fingers and playfully shook them at Kazuma Hatori.

"Then, [Heaven and Curse] means that people are forcibly bound at birth, sacrificing some of their physical attributes in exchange for strengthening other attributes. For example, Maki lost most of her curse power in exchange for her physical strength being far beyond that of ordinary people."

"Of course, there is a counterexample at Kyoto High School, where the sacrifice of physical health was exchanged for a wider range of spells and a stronger output of magical power than ordinary sorcerers."

"I see."

Kazuma Hatake roughly understood; it was the principle of equivalent exchange.

In the context of Warcraft, it would be a line like, "But Gul'dan, what is the price?"

"However, I've also heard Hisahito and the others talk about Itadori Kaori."

Gojo Satoru felt a little sleepy, so he got up and gestured to Hatori Kazuma if he wanted to go back to the college dormitory to rest—the latter naturally agreed, got off the bed, and walked alongside him.

He used to be very good at staying up late, and pulling all-nighters to meet deadlines was commonplace for him; but now, with the increasing number of vacations, his schedule has gradually become more stable.

The college was extremely quiet at night, with only the soft, overlapping footsteps of two people echoing in the winding corridor; the bright moon shone obliquely in, bathing the corridor and the gravel courtyard in a soft, silvery glow.

Occasionally, he could see the silvery, clear moonlight quietly slipping onto Gojo Satoru. As a result, the latter's pure white hair seemed to spread out in the night, light and soft, as beautiful as fine snow falling into the palm of his hand.

"Is Wu planning to help with the investigation?"

Kazuma Hato originally only wanted to say one sentence to Satoru Gojo, but once his gaze turned to the other person, he couldn't look away.

When Gojo Satoru answered Hatake Kazuma's question with a smile, he had his hands in his shirt pockets and pretended not to notice.

"Yes, we still need to investigate. Considering Yujin's unusual physical condition, something seems a bit off... Hmm, maybe it's because there have been too many 'strange' events lately, making me reflexively feel that something is wrong."

"If Wu senses something is wrong, then something is definitely wrong."

"Oh my, you're so supportive! Here's a pat on the head as a reward—wait, wait, it's me who's patting you!"

"oh."

“…”

In the end, the two of them ruffled each other's hair, completely satisfied.

After crossing the courtyard, they finally arrived at the dormitory building. Gojo Satoru opened his room door and was about to turn around to say goodnight to Hato Kazuma when he saw the other man walk past him very naturally and go through the open door.

Gojo Satoru, gripping the doorknob, froze: "Huh?"

After taking only two steps, Kazuma Hatori realized he was treating his dorm room like an apartment: "Ah."

He was used to living in apartments and had hardly ever stayed in college dormitories, so he subconsciously ended up in Wu's dorm...

There probably aren't two rooms or two beds in the dorm, right?

No matter what, it's impossible for them to sleep together right away; their feelings for each other certainly haven't reached that level yet...

Just as Kazuma Hato was about to leave nonchalantly, pretending nothing had happened, he saw Satoru Gojo walk in and close the door behind him just as casually.

Kazuma Hagoromo subconsciously uttered a "Hmm?"

There are new bath towels in the closet.

The other person's tone was extremely casual, as if they were just reminding someone of a very ordinary, everyday matter.

After saying this, Gojo Satoru went to open the refrigerator to get some water, clearly intending to wait for Hatori Kazuma to finish his shower before going.

Even though this teacher's dormitory is a private room belonging to Gojo Satoru, it cannot hide the fact that there is only one bed in this one-bedroom, one-kitchen, one-bathroom dormitory.

Is this true?

Kazuma Hatori felt that he could even clearly feel his heart beating in his chest, just like the tail of a deer leaping among the mountain streams.

He finally remembered to open the game's floating window.

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