The summer belongs to the young people in technical colleges. A white-haired boy wearing black sunglasses jumped up and down on the spot.
The curse teacher sitting in front of him raised his head. His short brown hair, perhaps because of the color, always made people feel refreshed and clean, and as gentle as the sunlight outside the window.
At this moment, he was holding a crepe in his hand, which was bought by Kagome Jie for him when he came back while the cursed spirit teacher was staring out the window. At this moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi was biting the crepe with a howling sound. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at the meowing white cat.
"Because Jie's mission is in Tokyo," he said as a matter of course, shaking the chain on his foot nonchalantly, "With this thing, I can't leave Tokyo... Don't you know that, Wu?"
Gojo Satoru knew this a long time ago, but he still got mad because the teacher was unfair (?) and continued to jump up and down, making meowing and cursing sounds.
But he is just a young man, and the young master of a big family like Gojo, so no matter how he meows, he keeps saying words like "too much", "idiot", "a traitor", etc., which are actually a bit cute when put together with Zhang Yang's willful Gojo Son of God.
"And! Most importantly!"
He forcefully inserted himself between the Curse Spirit Teacher and the black-haired little boy, glaring at the teacher with eyes that seemed to be able to spit fire.
"The most important thing is that we eat crepes without you."
With a warm expression, Geto smiled at his childish classmate and said kindly, "Right, Satoru?"
Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly widened.
"Sure enough, you did it on purpose." He rolled up his sleeves and showed a serious look, "Do you want to fight, Jie?"
Seeing the teenagers with excessive energy in adolescence gathered together again.
The brown-haired humanoid cursed spirit held the crepe that he had not finished eating and silently moved a step to the side - here, stood another human.
“Is it starting again?”
The girl with short black hair scratched her hair and spoke speechlessly.
She had just woken up from a nap, and she exuded a relaxed and lazy aura.
Tsunayoshi Sawada greeted her happily, and like a magic trick, he took out a crepe and gave it to her.
"It's brought back by Jay's Curse Spirit." The seemingly well-behaved Mr. Curse Spirit didn't seem to notice that his other two students were fighting over this sinful crepe, and he easily handed the source of all evil to the girl.
Ieiri Naoko blinked her eyes. The teardrop mole under her eye made her look cold and cool, but the truth was, how could a girl who could study with two delinquents of the same grade be a well-behaved girl? So even though she knew very well how the two mentally retarded classmates started arguing, she still lifted the hem of her skirt and thanked Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Then, a human and a cursed spirit sat down in a row and began to comment.
"Jie! Hit him hard, Jie! You can't do it, Jie!"
"It seems like Wuwu has become a little stronger again."
"It's okay. Our Jay has become stronger! He ate several Pokémon last month."
"Jie - you can't do it, Jie -"
"Ah, no, Nitro, girls can't say no."
(Suguru:?)
The noisy and mumbling made the two teenagers who were being watched look at each other and tacitly stopped the fight temporarily.
"These two guys are really too much. Let's make peace, Jay." A white-haired man pinched his finger bones.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I meant." The other black-haired one smiled.
Looking back now, this was still the most relaxing and happiest time in Gojo Satoru's life.
He withdrew his thoughts from his memories, looked at the cursed spirit standing opposite him, whose face was exactly the same as in his memory, and curled the corners of his mouth.
Tsunayoshi Sawada felt that he was a little wronged.
What do you mean I have always favored Jie... He has always been a master at serving people one bowl of water, right?
To be honest, compared to the two DKs who are causing trouble for others, due to the gentlemanly habits he was taught since childhood, Sawada Tsunayoshi cares more about Ieiri Shoko.
As for the time when Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru had a disagreement...
Normally, Gojo Satoru is probably the only one fighting alone in the entire school.
He thought helplessly, took a step back and raised his hands.
"Although I don't know what you are talking about, but for the time being, Jay and I have not yet [conspired against each other]."
This word was just said by Gojo Satoru. Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his hands helplessly, feeling a little worried about the level of his former student's Chinese language proficiency - you know, even if he was an mediocre loser, he would not use the word "狼狽為奸" casually after graduating from high school.
However, although he looked mature, he still had not yet transformed into the strong and mature "Gojo Sensei" he later became.
So when he snorted, Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that this guy must be thinking "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen."
The brown-haired cursed spirit could only take half a step back.
However, as soon as he moved, the other party's eyes were fixed on him.
"What is your purpose in collecting Ryomen Sukuna's fingers?" Gojo Satoru asked bluntly.
That's a good question.
Sawada Tsunayoshi thought to himself, I can't just say this, even if you may not believe it, I am actually the other half of this shameful guy whose fingers were sealed by someone else. Collecting his fingers is like collecting my fingers... Wait, if I say this, then those twenty scattered fingers still include half of his?
As he thought about it, the curse spirit's expression became strange.
"Well," he said vaguely, "maybe to conquer the world."
Behind them came the voice of the assistant supervisor.
Sawada Tsunayoshi took this opportunity to slip away from Gojo Satoru's sight and watched from afar the white-haired young man and the assistant supervisor with short black hair talking about something. They looked mature and reliable, like sorcerers who could stand on their own. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart that they had really grown up.
Clearly in his memory, both Wu and Jie were still the young boys they were before.
When he thought about the current state of the two people, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but reflect on whether there was something wrong with his own parenting methods.
Both Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru's current appearance is very different from what he had imagined the two young men to look like back then.
Thinking of this, the former teacher couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, deeply feeling the difficulty of educating teenagers.
I don't know what Reborn was thinking or how he taught him.
As a disciple, he only knew that he was indeed changed by his teacher, from a good-for-nothing to a brave man who could fight to protect important things - even though in the end, he almost failed to protect anything.
But no matter what, Reborn is definitely the best teacher.
Therefore, the Godfather stroked his chin, thinking about the difference between his own education method and the way his tutor educated him.
Although Reborn had given him one-on-one instruction at first, and the technical high school was a group setting... but there were only three students, so there didn't seem to be much of a difference.
The biggest difference is that his methods are not as tough and Spartan as Reborn's... Wait, is this the reason?!
In his mind, Tsunayoshi Sawada imagined himself standing in a high school lecture hall, installing bombs under the seats of three weak, pitiful and helpless humans, and then telling them that if they couldn't answer the questions within 30 seconds, he felt that his DNA was jumping around everywhere.
He sat languidly on the swing, his long legs slightly bent, swaying himself intermittently, looking depressed and listless.
For him, one of the things he least wanted to see was probably seeing his once close friends go their separate ways.
Sawada Tsunayoshi judged others by his own experience and thought about the possibility that he and his partners would one day come into conflict with each other, and he found it unacceptable.
But what can he do?
The former high school duo is like a beautiful crystal glass that was smashed hard onto the ground, so there are cracks. No matter how hard they try to repair it, it seems to be useless.
"What should I do?"
He murmured unconsciously, and like the first ten years of his life, he naturally made a sound for help.
After a moment, the fingers in his arms flashed light uncontrollably.
——I almost forgot, since this thing can be devoured by the cursed spirit and used for its own purposes, it means that the seal has been loosened.
What, what should I do?
——This was Yuta Otsutsukoshi’s first reaction when he received the text message from his brother.
If he received a text message on a weekday saying that the other person would pick him up after school, Okkotsu Yuta would definitely be very happy.
Not to mention him, even the small black flowers behind the incense will bloom, indicating the joy of the cursed spirit.
But the problem now is that he might seem a little... a little inconvenient.
Okkotsu covered his forehead helplessly.
As soon as the bell rang, a large number of airplane heads quickly gathered at the door of Yuta Okkotsu's class.
I don't know who told him that he liked airplane head tattoos, but when Okkotsu Yuta was looking for his brother two days ago, the airplane head tattoo virus became popular among the small groups in the school.
Even though it is a trend, good kids who study hard in class would not get involved in such outrageous things.
But God knows what his red-haired little brother did, Okkotsuki thought too much and looked expressionlessly at the group of plane heads who had occupied the corridor in front of him again.
Behind him, Okkotsu Yuta's classmates watched "Okkotsu Brother" and his younger brothers from three meters away.
After all, they are classmates, and everyone basically knows what kind of personality Otsukino Yuta has.
Although some of the guys who had bullied Okkotsu Yuta in the past had trembling legs when seeing this scene, the others thought of the usually silent and reserved boy, and for some reason they were less afraid of "Okkotsu-kun" as others called him.
Go ahead, Okkotsu-kun! Take these airplane heads away!
For a moment, Okkotsu Yuta became the hope of the whole class (?).
Feeling the burning gaze coming from behind, Okkotsu Yuta's back stiffened for a moment.
Sensing his uneasiness, Satoka also poked her head out, trying to find the source of what was making Yuta uneasy.
[Yoota - Protect - Yoota -]
He was still mumbling something in a tune.
Otsukotsu Yuta, who had already known from Sawada Tsunayoshi that the current Satoshi is not exactly the original Satoshi and can only treat her as a three or four-year-old child, felt a torment of exploiting child laborers - the kind that makes child laborers generate power with love.
Okkotsu waved his hand imperceptibly, and when Riko squatted beside him, he reached out and touched Riko, comforting her. Then he looked up with a subtle expression at the pilot boy who was standing almost across the corridor.
The leader was Red Hair, and he didn't know why the other party was so devoted to him...ah, maybe it was because he saved Red Hair from the fists of another group of thugs two days ago?
Knowing the other party's motives for doing these things, Okkotsu Yuta actually relaxed.
After all, if the red-haired guy kept running around for him for no reason, people would be alert. Although the current situation makes people wonder if the red-haired guy has seen too many of the hot O high schools, it makes him feel a lot more at ease.
"Otsutsukoshi-san!"
Seeing him withdraw his gaze, Red Hair took a step forward happily.
Okkotsu Yuta nodded with a distant look.
"What are you doing blocking our classroom door?" he asked.
The pilots were startled and quickly retreated to both sides of the corridor, leaving space for people to walk.
The red-haired boy nodded with satisfaction, and when he looked at Okkotsu Yuta, he became a little servile.
"Otsutsuki, please!"
The pilots bent over and shouted.
Okkotsu Yuta almost retracted his outstretched leg.
"Go, Okkotsu-kun!" He could even hear a girl's whispered shout from behind him, "If you go, we can go to the cafeteria to eat!"
"That's right." There was also a boy who helped out, but his voice was very low. Yuta remembered that it was the class's sports committee member. "A man can't say no in a place like this, Yuta!"
——Wait, don't act like you know him very well, okay? !
Okkotsu Yuta pinched the bag of his schoolbag, trying his best to imitate the look of his brother Tsuna when he was intimidating. He had a cold expression, his jaw slightly retracted, and looked subtly arrogant.
Okkotsu Yuta feels that he can never achieve the level of natural talent that his brother Tsuna has.
However, even this slight resemblance is enough to make naive middle school students exclaim "Wow".
There is bound to be another post about the rumor about "Okkotsu-kun" on the forum!
Okkotsu Yuta maintained his cold expression and couldn't help but sniffling in his heart.
No, it doesn't matter. He tried to recall a friend that his brother Gang had mentioned casually before. It was said that he was also a super senior with a group of airplane heads, and was a senior that Gang Gang admired!
Since Brother Gang said so, if he moves closer to the senior whom Brother Gang admires... in other words, he will be liked more by Brother Gang!
Thinking of this, Okkotsu Yuta's steps forward suddenly became much lighter, and he was truly looking forward to his brother picking him up after school.
——When school is over, I will definitely let Brother Tsuna see the plane heads.
This is probably called... reliving your childhood?
And Sawada Tsunayoshi sneezed.
He rubbed his arms and sat up dazedly.
He entered into his "memory" again, and Tsunayoshi Sawada knew this clearly.
However, he was not very clear about what time it was. He looked down at his hands, but could not tell in the darkness.
But this feeling... well...
"What are you doing?"
Just as Sawada Tsunayoshi was trying to feel himself, a voice came from behind him.
The deep voice sounded familiar from the soul. Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head slightly and said tentatively, "It seems... a little cold?"
The other party was silent for a moment, and then made a disgusted "tsk" sound.
Then, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt two arms wrapping around him, pulling him to the other side like a child, and bumping into a hot and hard chest.
Sawada Tsuneyoshi, who had not expected this development, suddenly widened his eyes. In the darkness, the touch of the collision was even more obvious.
He suddenly stuttered: "Sususususu..."
"What do you mean by stay?" A bad-tempered voice came from above, and one of the two extra claws covered Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes - because this guy was said to be unable to sleep if there was only a little light, and the other one pulled a thin quilt from somewhere.
His hoarse voice from sleep echoed in Sawada Tsunayoshi's ears, leaving behind a heavy sentence.
"sleep."
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