Chapter 33 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 3
Gojo Satoru slumped carelessly on the sofa, picked up the scattered game console handles, and flipped them flexibly between his fingertips.
He raised his eyebrows at Geto Suguru who was standing beside him and shook the handle of the machine.
"Jay, want a game? If you lose, you get Kikufuku!"
The ending tone was deliberately drawn out long and curved, like a cat waiting to be fed.
Geto Suguru paused flipping through the comics, looked up and glanced at the game screen that had been on since last night, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
"Wu, give me a break. If this screen doesn't explode, I'm going to explode."
"He's fed up with me. Jay is really fed up with me. He's even willing to play games with me.
"Woo..., Unfaithful Jay!"
Wu Tiaopianzui threw the game console in his hand aside.
She sobbed without any result and stared at Geto Suguru with full of resentment.
Geto Suguru was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He put down the comic book in his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Okay, stop playing pathetic. I know all your tricks. Just one round, and then we're off to bed?"
Gojo blinked twice, stopped sobbing, sat back down, and crossed his legs.
"Go on."
Outside the room, the sun turned over lazily, leaving behind a half-red glow and a warm atmosphere.
The two people in the room had their eyes fixed on the screen, and no one noticed that the sun outside the window had begun to pack up.
Gojo Satoru skillfully controls the game character and nimbly moves through the hail of bullets.
In the game screen, the two characters are colliding fiercely.
"Ding-ling-ling..."
The sudden ring of the phone swept away the bag of potato chips that was pressing on the phone, and pierced straight into Gojo Satoru's thoughts immersed in the game.
He was stunned at first, his fingers on the keyboard stopped moving for a moment, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
However, the battle situation in the game did not allow him to be distracted.
He gritted his teeth, tried to draw his attention back to the screen, and continued to control the character to fight.
However, the phone ringing did not seem to give up.
One sound after another, rang out persistently, and each sound was like a tight hoop, mercilessly pulling at Gojo Satoru's nerves.
His brows were furrowed tightly, and impatience was evident on his face.
Gojo Satoru's eyes quickly glanced between the screen and the phone several times, and finally, he took advantage of the brief gap when the game character hid in a bunker.
I grabbed the phone without even looking at who was calling, bored.
Said: "Moshi Moshi, this is the spicy teacher Wu Tiao
“Hai…, Hai.”
The game console emitted a harsh failure sound, but Gojo Satoru slammed the straw mat hard, causing the crumbs in the potato chip bag to fly everywhere.
Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, picked up the remote control, turned off the power, closed the phone and threw it aside.
"These old guys are just like the villains in the game. All they do all day is issue incomprehensible commands!"
He deliberately lowered his voice, imitating the tone of a senior executive in the directorate, and repeated the person on the other end of the phone in an exaggerated tone.
Geto Suguru's thumb paused on the game button, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the controller.
"Hasn't the Directorate always been like this?"
Being decadent and aging, they treat the younger generation of sorcerers as consumables, being wary of them and constantly trying to find fault with them.
They always exploit the potential of the younger generation under various excuses, even disregarding the safety of young people's lives.
Forcing the younger generation to be constantly devoured by cursed spirits like moths, becoming the nourishment that illuminates the power of the Directorate.
After all these years, it really hasn't changed at all.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his lips, and there was a vicious gleam in his eyes.
"Jay also thinks that those rotten oranges in the general office are too vicious. They made Gojo-sensei not even have time to play games. But there's nothing we can do about it. Who can blame Gojo-sensei for being so kind?"
Gojo Satoru suddenly came closer, his sunglasses slipped down to reveal his deep blue eyes. His eyeballs rolled around and he sighed in a feigned deep manner.
He lay on his back on the sofa, picked up the comic book that Geto Suguru had put aside, covered half of his face with it, and looked bitter and resentful.
Looking at his childish appearance, Geto Xiayou raised the corners of his lips slightly, couldn't help laughing, and a smile appeared in his eyes.
Gojo Satoru took in Geto Suguru's smile, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.
"Let's not talk about this anymore, Jie. Let's bless the brave Gojo-sensei. Gojo-sensei is going to the General Affairs Office to defeat the devil and save the lost princess."
Gojo Satoru immediately regained his energy, his eyes filled with excitement, his fists clenched against his chin, his face eager to try.
Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru speechlessly.
He knew that Gojo Satoru must have come up with some trick to play a prank on people again.
A bitter feeling welled up in my heart and I couldn't help but sigh.
"Wu, thank you for your hard work."
He reached out and wanted to rub Gojo Satoru's furry head, but he nimbly avoided it.
"Mala Gojo teacher is gone, don't miss me."
As Gojo Satoru spoke, he cast a coquettish glance at Geto Suguru and smiled widely, then he disappeared from sight.
He ran away, but Geto Suguru still kept his hand outstretched.
Looking at the suddenly empty room, the corners of his lips slowly drooped with a hint of sadness.
The moment the paper sliding door was pushed open, Geto Suguru's cursed power ripples suddenly tightened.
The servant holding the medicine bowl shuddered, and the steaming vapor swayed in the air.
The servant knelt tremblingly on the edge of the tatami, the celadon bowl feeling slightly hot in his palm.
"Ma'am, the medicine is ready."
A clear and gentle voice reached Geto Suguru's eardrums. He slowly relaxed his tense nerves, calmed down his emotions, and returned to his usual calm state.
"Well, put it down."
Upon hearing this, the servant responded hastily as if he had been pardoned. He carefully carried the medicine bowl into the bedroom and placed it on the coffee table.
Geto Suguru's gaze fell on the small wooden box on the tatami, and his eyes gradually became deeper.
Geto Suguru lowered his eyes, which were a deep and dark vortex.
How can I, who relies on drugs and enlightenment to support myself, have the qualifications to stand by his side?
Xia Yujie raised his hand and picked up the medicine bowl, a miserable smile appeared on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes.
The strong smell of medicine hit his nose, choking him and making him cough a few times.
A drop of crystal tear slid down his tightly pursed thin lips and dripped into his white neck, leaving a small water mark.
Xia Yujie's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hands curled up quietly and clenched into fists.
The medicine in his throat tasted bitter, but he couldn't tell whether it was gastric reflux or heart palpitations.
Geto Suguru touched his chest, feeling the heartbeat that now resonated with him.
This almost parasitic sense of dependence made him feel more sick than the medicine in the bowl.
The stomach seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, and then suddenly twisted, and a strong feeling of nausea surged up from deep in the abdomen like a tide.
It felt like countless slippery, disgusting worms were wriggling freely in the stomach, desperately crawling towards the throat, trying to break through the fragile line of defense.
My abdomen also felt very heavy and swollen, as if there was a heavy lead block inside.
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