Because the commotion was so huge, it directly alarmed Principal Yegae, who was in seclusion to practice Curse Corpse. Yegae Zhengdao, feeling both disgusted and worried, took people to rescue the three of them.

Ye Ying rubbed his temples, looked at the injuries on the three of them, and said with a headache: "It's not enough that Yuujin is on the top management's blacklist, do you two want to try it too?"

Yoshino Junpei, who was only slightly injured, murmured, "No, it's just..."

He just wanted to kill the real person. A sharp look flashed in his lowered eyes.

Yega Masamichi sighed with a headache. Without looking at Yoshino Junpei's hesitant expression, he turned his head to look at Nanami Kento who was sitting next to him.

The suit on Nanami Kento was completely damaged, but he didn't particularly care. He just lowered his head gently, his glasses slipped down a little and rested loosely on the bridge of his nose, making his eyes look indescribably soft.

Yuji Itadori lay in his arms and closed his eyes.

Yega Masamichi walked towards Nanami Kento, squatted down in front of him, looked at Itadori Yuji, sighed softly, and whispered: "This child seems to have never been calm since he came to the technical high school."

Nanami Kento didn't look up. He just said, "It shouldn't be like this."

After these words came out, both of them fell silent.

Nanami Kento knew that what he said was too harsh and a bit rude, so he closed his eyes tiredly.

But even with his eyes closed, the blood-red color still spread in front of him. He walked in a pool of blood, with nowhere to hide, and familiar faces were everywhere around him.

He looked at the face of his former friend, Huihara Yu, who was so close to him.

So many years have passed, they have all grown from teenagers into mature adults, but Haibara Yuu has remained in that summer forever, still looking like a teenager.

All of Nanami Kento's focus on the past was concentrated on that short and sultry summer.

It was hard for him not to dwell on that past.

It is also hard not to wonder when this sea of ​​fire and swords will no longer need young boys to use their bodies to pave the way?

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When Shui Jiangyi woke up, he found himself lying gloriously in the infirmary again.

The light from the ceiling was very dazzling, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to block it. However, he didn't expect that there was something tied on his hand, and his movement made a sound. Shui Jiangyi looked in the direction of his sight and found that it was a small silver bell hanging on his wrist.

He stretched out his hand out of curiosity to touch it, but just as he did so, he felt the pain of life. His right shoulder hurt as if he had suffered a thousand-pound injury.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss." Shui Jiangyi curled up in pain, "It hurts!"

"You still feel pain?" Ieiri Naoko, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and walked to the pink-haired boy's bed with a cold look, muttering, "Youjin, tell me, how long will I be out? One night? No, less than three hours, how can you be so capable of hurting me again?"

It was actually faster and more serious than the injury suffered by Gojo Satoru.

When she first witnessed Gojo Satoru's teenage years, Ieiri Shoko felt that Gojo Satoru was already a tough guy and was a little angry at him for not fighting back.

They are all so young, why don’t they take their lives seriously?

The pink-haired boy raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, but he howled in pain when he didn't touch it. He looked at Jialiu Naoko with innocent eyes and begged for mercy: "I didn't mean it."

At that time, he really just thought that Yoshino Junpei was still in the process of pulling with the real person. He was going to teach Junpei a lesson after he came back, and scare him once so that he would not do that in the future. He never thought that Junpei's way was so wild, and he directly dragged Nanami Kento along...

Kill the real person.

Shui Jiangyi found it hard not to sigh, this guy was still more wild than the original character, he only thought about how to save people, but after the real person died, he did feel relieved.

The real person is the number one killer in his memory. Now that Shui Jiangyi has realized it, he wants to light some firecrackers to celebrate.

Speaking of which, the pink-haired boy asked with concern: "Is Nanami okay?"

Jialiu Naoko knocked his forehead in annoyance and said, "Your injury is the most serious. Your legs and feet are obviously inconvenient, but you still force yourself to move. Before your injury is healed, I tell you, you can't go anywhere except the infirmary!"

The pink-haired boy covered his head and complained pitifully, "Can't I even go out?"

"No, can, oh."

The one who answered him was not Ieiri Shoko, but Gojo Satoru who had just returned from outside.

Gojo Satoru leaned against the door, a dangerous smile on his face: "If Hisahito gets hurt again, he won't just be locked up in the infirmary. I will have to take care of him myself."

His tone was soft and sweet, as gentle as if he was coaxing someone, but the murderous aura within frightened the pink-haired boy so much that he shrank back. He said angrily, "I know, I know. I will definitely listen to Gojo-sensei and will never do that again!"

"I hope so." Gojo Satoru walked in slowly with a lunch box, placed it on the bedside table, and laid out the food one by one. "This is what Junpei asked me to bring to you."

smooth.

The pink-haired boy pursed his lips. He looked at the tempting eel in front of him and recalled with a sense of sadness the tears that fell on his shoulders and almost burned him under the flickering light last night: "Shunping, doesn't he do it himself?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged and said with a joking smile, “Yeah, he went on a mission with Huihui.”

"Ah." Shui Jiangyi nodded. It was true that he didn't want to see him. He probably got scared by showing his temper too much yesterday. It was normal.

Previously, he had always been very gentle with Junpei, almost coaxing him when he spoke to him, but the next time they met...

"Well, why do you have such a sad expression?" Gojo Satoru was amused by the pink-haired boy's sad expression. He touched his chin and said with emotion, "Are all 15 or 16-year-old children so easily hurt?"

Shui Jiangyi was stunned by the laughter. He looked at Gojo Satoru's teasing cheeks, and the tips of his ears turned red. He felt a little embarrassed by what he said, but he forced himself to ask: "What's wrong? Wasn't the teacher like this before?"

Gojo Satoru looked at them with disdain and said proudly, "I was never like you in the past."

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru rarely talked about his past, Shui Jiangyi curiously asked, "So, Mr. Gojo, what were you like in the past?"

Before, Mizue Yi had occasionally heard about Ichigojo Satoru's past from Ieyu Nozomi.

He is very willful and shameless, always relying on his power to do whatever he wants. Every time he does that, Principal Noctua gets so angry that his hair falls off.

Ieiri Naoko sneered: "Him? He's just about to tear down the roof, if not..."

Her voice suddenly stopped. Mizue Yi looked at Ieiri Naoko curiously, hoping that Ieiri Naoko would say something more. Gojo Satoru directly pinched Mizue Yi's nose.

Gently, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Shui Jiangyi heard Gojo Satoru say with a smile: "In the past, I was a very lucky person."

The person who shares a bond with him is a very gentle person.

Gojo Satoru had never had any conflicts with him. Every time, he would hug Gojo Satoru and stroke his fur as soon as Gojo Satoru started to talk.

Perhaps it was because his love life was so smooth that he was able to endure many things afterwards and bear heavy responsibilities.

Watching the people around me die one by one, standing at the forefront as the strongest, working myself to death to protect others, facing the cursed spirits as soon as I open my eyes every day, and unable to relax for a moment during the mission, it doesn't matter.

He was a very lucky man, because at that time, there was someone by his side who allowed him to stop and rest for a while, which was his eternal confidence.

That guy would always smile at him nonchalantly, holding a bottle of orange soda, and when he walked in front of him, he would cool his cheek with the soda, raise his eyebrows and smile in a way that made him want a beating: "Today, the strongest Lord Gojo Satoru, where are you going to rescue someone again? Can you take me with you?"

Gojo Satoru still remembers the brown afterglow of the sun falling on the corners of his lips.

That was a view he had never seen again since he missed it at the age of seventeen.