Of course, although it was called a discussion, he actually had no right to use the noose. Now Gojo Satoru's hand was on his head. If he didn't agree, he would die now.

A gloomy light flashed in Suosuo's eyes, and he said, "Okay, we can make a bet, but how do I know if you will cheat?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at him and immediately understood his hidden thoughts. He smiled and said, "In your spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, don't worry. If I really want to do something, what I should do now is not to stand here and negotiate with you, but to beat you half to a pulp. Tell me, isn't this more convenient for me?"

Nose was frightened by Gojo Satoru's tone. He had deeply experienced it during this period of time. Gojo Satoru was not crazy at all. He was not even mentally normal.

He took a deep breath and opened his spiritual consciousness: "Everything is win or lose."

"Everything is determined by him."

Gojo Satoru released the hand that was pinching his head, and pulled the noose into Kagome Jie's spiritual sea.

The cool rain fell on Gojo Satoru's face, not heavy, and it was a very comfortable spring rain falling on his body. Gojo Satoru opened his eyes.

In front of him was the familiar scene of the high school. He was sitting cross-legged in the place where he and Geto Kagome usually practiced spells. The ground was already wet with traces of rain, and it seemed that it had been raining for a while. Gojo Satoru stood up and wanted to go to Geto Kagome's dormitory.

Geto Summer Oil really doesn't like rainy days. This is what Gojo Satoru guessed from his experience of getting along with him for many years. Every time it rains, Geto Summer Oil will hide in the dormitory, turn on the air conditioner to a freezing temperature, roll up in a quilt, and play the new video game console until the sun goes down. He will not open the door of the dormitory until the rain stops.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't expect that he had only taken two steps when he saw Geto Suguru wearing a casual short-sleeved shirt and holding an umbrella, walking towards him slowly. His hair was tied into a bun out of trouble, and he was holding a white plastic bag in his left hand.

Gojo Satoru's steps suddenly stopped, and he stared at Geto Suguru who was walking towards him without blinking.

If it weren't for the raindrops falling on his cheeks and sliding down his brow bone, making his misty eyes a little stinging with the wet painting, he almost thought he was trapped in a dream called the past. In the first year after Geto Suguru left, Gojo Satoru, who lost his best friend, had this dream for years.

In his dreams, there were often gloomy rainy days, and it was raining very heavily. He and Geto Summer were playing games while grabbing blankets in the air-conditioned dormitory. They seemed like two ordinary high school students, and cursed spirits and monkeys were very far away from them.

Suddenly, someone flicked his forehead. The evil man withdrew his hand, glanced at Gojo Satoru strangely, took out a brand new white towel from the plastic bag and hung it on Gojo Satoru's hair. Not only did the umbrella naturally tilt towards Gojo Satoru, but the hand pressing on the white towel also naturally began to wipe Gojo Satoru.

Xia Yujie spoke naturally: "Didn't I tell you to go to the dormitory and wait for me? Why are you staying here in the rain?"

It's warm fingers.

Gojo Satoru looked at Geto. At this time, he was the same height as Geto, so he could easily look him in the eye. The familiar look in his eyes was full of youthful vigor, which made Gojo Satoru unconsciously think of himself as a 17-year-old. He complained naturally, "Who told you to run so far all of a sudden?"

Xia Yujie wiped Gojo Satoru's hair without complaint, and listened to his complaints and said obediently: "Yes, yes, even if you said that the dessert shop was too difficult to queue up and asked me to go, I shouldn't have suddenly gone to queue up."

"Ah." Gojo Satoru, who had no previous warning, had never thought of this. After being told this by Geto, he subconsciously scratched the back of his head and started to play dumb, "Well, Geto, you sound like you're complaining to me."

Xia Yujie snorted and glanced at Gojo Satoru: "Congratulations, you guessed right."

Gojo Satoru's hair was frizzy, but he didn't care. He said to Geto Kagome, "Don't you dislike rainy days? Why did you suddenly decide to help me go to the dessert shop?"

Seeing that the work was almost done, Xia Yujie wrapped the white towel around Gojo Satoru's neck and said lazily, "That's because on the way back from the mission yesterday, you insisted that you contributed the most to this mission and asked me to compensate you well, and I had to compensate you with the new edamame daifuku from the newly opened dessert shop."

After hearing what happened above, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face gradually grew. This was indeed something he was capable of doing in the past.

In the past, when going on missions, most of the students in Kaname had to stay at the technical high school as left-behind children, watching him and Geto Suguru wander around the various mission locations. At that time, the cursed spirits did not appear as frequently as they did later, and in most months, he and Geto Suguru only had to go on five or six missions.

Every time, Gojo Satoru would naturally throw the task of setting up the account to Geto Suguru, and then happily choose this ugly and eccentric cursed spirit who could be subdued by Geto Suguru. Although this cursed spirit was not that scary, it was very powerful and could also be subdued by Geto Suguru.

It was just like selecting a concubine. Every time after conquering her, he would hand her over to Kagome Geto eagerly, waiting for Kagome Geto's praise.

Then when Xia Yujie returns, he will prepare a lot of desserts to please Gojo Satoru.

It was only when Geto put extra effort on the two new ones at the end that Gojo Satoru's eyes dimmed slightly. Under Geto's umbrella, he followed Geto's footsteps and walked back to the dormitory step by step. As he walked, he raised his head and said proudly, "Why? You don't like the cursed spirit I gave you this time?"

Xia Yujie laughed out loud, and said in disdain: "It's not a question of whether I like it or not, but why was the cursed spirit so ugly last time, why can it be even uglier this time?"

Gojo Satoru's eyes lingered on Kagome Jie's smiling face for three seconds, and then quickly withdrew: "Ah, what a pity, Jie's aesthetic taste is so poor."

Edamame Daifuku became popular five years after this timeline. The snack that 17-year-old Geto Suguru often bought to appease him was ice cream puffs. He would buy a bunch of them every time, and Gojo Satoru would finish half of them. For the remaining half, Gojo Satoru would use it all to harm Geto Suguru when playing games.

Later, when Gojo Satoru ate edamame daifuku for the first time, his first impression was that the taste of this dessert was very special, and his second impression was that perhaps this level of sweetness was also acceptable to Kayu Kei.

Unfortunately, this feeling has always been buried deep in Gojo Satoru's memory, and no one knows about it.

Gojo Satoru thought, it turns out that I wasn't the only one who felt regret during those ten years, right?

…

Shui Jiangyi had a rare good sleep, he didn't even have any dreams, and when he woke up he felt mentally relaxed.

Thinking about the fact that I will have to face Fushiguro Megumi and the others later, it surprisingly doesn't feel that difficult.

Shui Jiangyi thought, since I did something wrong, I might as well make up for it. Before leaving, I will make up for as much as I can.

Before he opened his eyes, he had prepared a lot of mental notes to read aloud and recite. However, after he opened his eyes, he found that the infirmary was empty, without even a single person.

Shui Jiangyi, who has a strong desire to express himself: …

Fortunately, there was a wheelchair nearby. Shui Jiangyi struggled to get himself into the wheelchair, then covered his thin legs with a thin blanket and slowly pushed the wheelchair towards where the noise was the loudest.

It must have rained heavily yesterday, as there were many fallen leaves on the ground downstairs. However, the weather today was very clear, like the dawn after a storm. The gloomy dark clouds were washed by the blue sky and turned soft and white, and the morning light emitted a faint golden glow.

The place with the noisiest voices was Gojo Satoru's teacher's office. Although this place had no special use and Gojo Satoru might not work there once a year, the inside was very clean and the door was wide open, so Mizue Yi could hear the sounds inside with almost no effort.

"Gojo-sama is missing!" This was Ijichi's voice. Ijichi looked at Ieiri Glass in panic, "Yesterday I sent a message to Gojo-sama about the mission, but Gojo-sama ignored me at that time. Then this morning when I called Gojo-sama to confirm whether the mission was carried out, he didn't answer the phone."

Ieiri Shoko, who had a bad premonition yesterday, only felt her head hurting even more. She glanced at Ijichi, signaling him not to panic, and then her eyes slowly swept over the three people standing quietly on the side, and finally fell on Fushiguro Megumi.

"Fushiguro, have you been in touch with Satoru recently?"

Fushiguro Megumi frowned and shook her head: "The last time we contacted was a week ago. He asked me if I had any troubles. I said no, and we haven't contacted each other since then."

"Tsk." Ieiri Nozomi rubbed her temples and muttered to herself that if Gojo Satoru appeared in front of her now, she would definitely cut him into pieces. All the talk about not having to worry about him just going on a mission was bullshit.

She took a deep breath, and before she could say the next word, Megumi Fushiguro spoke.

"Let's keep it a secret for now. If the news of the teacher's disappearance gets out, there will be a lot of trouble. As for the teacher's mission, I, Kugizaki, and Yoshino will complete it together."

This is not a bad idea. Let Fushiguro Megumi and the others delay for a while, and then hurry up and find Gojo Satoru.

Ieiri Naoko nodded.

"Can I go too?" Shui Jiangyi stood up with the help of the door and asked in a low voice, "Can I go with Huihui and the others on this mission?"

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