Chapter 36 Picking up flowers in the morning and evening 6
So why not escape?
Geto Suguru gently stroked and wiped off the dust on the photo with his fingertips.
In the photo, Gojo Satoru tilted his head and hooked his shoulder. The collars of their high school uniforms were stained with cherry blossom debris. The sunlight stretched their shadows long, casting them on the stone road covered with petals.
The desk lamp cast a dim light on the pile of documents, and his eyes swept over the gold-plated words that were peeling off the cover.
Maybe it's greed.
The copper bells on the eaves suddenly shook rapidly, making a chaotic sound.
Xia Yujie put down the book in his hand and pricked up his ears.
The originally regular footsteps became more frequent, and the sound of footsteps landing was more blurred than before.
Outside the corridor, the maid took longer than usual to clean, and the sound of messy footsteps came from far away and came closer, back and forth several times.
Geto Xia Yu's fingertips rubbed unconsciously, and when he picked up the celadon teacup, his fingers suddenly tightened.
"Hua La--" The teacup made a crisp sound and fell onto the green bricks with the tea tray.
The hem of his skirt and the tatami mat he was sitting on were both stained with dark stains.
"lady!"
The maid's footsteps suddenly quickened, and one of her clogs fell off when she pushed the door open.
Most of the cursed weapon on his waist was exposed, and he didn't have time to cover it tightly before rushing directly to Geto Suguru.
"Are you okay? I'll take care of it..."
She knelt on the ground in panic, stretching out her fingers to push away the fragments and check if he was hurt.
"Don't bother, I was just annoyed by the noise and accidentally broke a tea bowl, it's nothing serious."
Geto Xiayou grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground.
Xia Yujie smiled faintly and said, "Go out and find some tools to clean up. It's easy to get hurt with bare hands."
The maid glanced at the broken teacup on the ground, turned around and hurriedly wanted to leave, but was afraid that he might get into trouble, so she hesitated for a few seconds before leaving.
After a while, the maid came back with a broom and dustpan.
Geto Xia Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the wet hem of his skirt, while casually wiping the hem with a handkerchief.
"Have you been busy lately? It's only been half the morning and there are already three different groups of visitors. Are they all here to see Wu?"
His smile made the maid let down her guard.
"Master Wu is not here, it's..."
The maid's movements suddenly froze, she bit her lips, her Adam's apple rolling up and down, like a chicken with its neck strangled, not daring to look back.
"Is it the general manager's department?" Geto Suguru's eyebrows moved slightly.
The maid lowered her head and bit her lip, saying, "Yes."
"Every time Satoru is out on a mission?"
"......Um."
The maid replied in a low voice, but her hand held the broom tightly.
Xia Yujie raised his eyebrows, "The adults in the general management department are really polite."
There was no emotion in his tone, but his smile widened a little, as if he found her words extremely amusing.
The lady’s smile was obviously very gentle and kind, so why did she always have hallucinations of Lord Wu?
She looked up quietly and met Geto Suguru's smiling eyes.
The gentle expression seems to be able to melt everything, but when you wipe away the ripples on the surface, the sharpness beneath the trickle is so cold and intimidating.
Unlike the inexplicable pressure that always comes from being analyzed by Lord Wu's six eyes, the lady's temperament is introverted, and her introversion is tinged with arrogance. She is the same kind of person as Lord Wu.
The maid didn't dare to look anymore and lowered her head.
Xia Yujie put down the handkerchief, stood up, and threw it into the basket. "It can't be wiped clean anymore. It should be thrown away."
Just like the tattered cloth that is the world of spellcasting.
Geto Suguru's smile gradually faded, and his eyes turned as cold as ice.
The wind swept through the corridor and lifted the corner of Gojo Satoru's clothes, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands to fix them.
Gojo Satoru leaned against the corridor pillar, his back no longer as straight as a knife against the pillar, as if he would slide down at any time.
The silver-white bangs fell in front of his forehead, barely hiding his ever-bright blue eyes. He seemed to be falling asleep in a trance.
The slender fingers pinched the half-melted sparkling water, and the melted water dripped down through the fingers, leaving dark water marks on the black uniform.
The black uniforms piled up with the loose sitting posture, like crumpled rice paper.
This is in stark contrast to the suits and ties worn by the three members of the general management department.
"Special mission schedule..."
Among them, the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was still flipping through folders, and the friction sound of the papers made my teeth ache.
Gojo Satoru suddenly laughed out loud, but the sound seemed to have lost all its energy, floating and aimless.
"Didn't we go through three revisions last week?"
He reached for the Kikufuku in his pocket, but found nothing. His fingertips froze in mid-air, like a butterfly with its wings pinched.
"The situation has changed." Another man with triangular eyes pushed up his glasses, and the metal frames dazzled in the sunlight, making it impossible to open your eyes.
"The adults asked..." Before he could finish his words, Gojo Satoru suddenly stood up and interrupted him.
"Alright, alright."
He waved, his movements a little slower than usual.
"Throw the document to Principal Yemo. Teacher Gojo will take a look at it when he's free. I'm not free right now."
He tilted his head back and took the last sip of the ice drink. The can made a crackling sound, just like his twisted good mood at the moment.
The moment the three people from the general management department looked at each other, Gojo Satoru had already opened the door and locked them outside.
"I say...this guy is getting more and more arrogant!" The man with gold-rimmed glasses couldn't help but complain.
"Forget it, forget it. They are the strongest and we can't afford to offend them."
Another middle-aged man shook his head. "Anyway, the Directorate has already given him the task. As long as he doesn't mess it up, he's fine."
"Too."
The fat man with three white eyes shrugged, picked up the folder, turned around and walked out.
"Tsk, those old guys are harder to chew than the pickled radishes at Kyoto School."
The boyish complaint echoed in the empty corridor, and the last word stopped abruptly like a cat with its neck strangled.
Standing at the intersection of shadows, Geto Suguru had two buttons undone on his white shirt collar and his cuffs casually rolled up to his elbows.
When he bent down to pick up the can, his falling black hair brushed against the back of Gojo Satoru's hand, bringing a hint of warmth.
"Throwing a childish tantrum again?"
With a smile and a minty voice, Xia Yujie shook the can in his hand and said, "Excessive sugar intake will make you stupid."
Gojo Satoru suddenly shot up, his originally droopy eyelids instantly lifted up, and his signature bright smile almost shattered the sunlight on the ground.
"Jie! You're finally here! My genius brain is going to get rusty if I keep listening to those old guys nagging!"
He hooked his friend's shoulder and deliberately bumped his head against the top of his head, "Jie, tell me, is that the new Japanese sweets you were talking about?"
Gojo Satoru didn't know what he was thinking about, his eyes lit up, and he reached out to grab it.
"I've been waiting for so many days, I can't sleep because I'm thinking about it so much, I'm almost going moldy!"
Geto Suguru let him hang on his body and reached out to touch his fluffy white hair.
"You...why are you still acting like a child?"
"Come into the house first. How can we start eating here?" Geto Xiayou grabbed Gojo Satoru's sleeve to stop him from making trouble.
He threw the can into the basket and pushed him back against the wall, "Don't move, or I'll throw it away."
"No, Gojo-sensei was just trying it. But whatever Jay says is what it is."
Gojo Satoru chuckled and pulled Geto Suguru into the house.
Along the way, it kept chirping, telling all kinds of interesting anecdotes like a little bird, which made Xia Yujie laugh out loud.
The laughter spread across the fields like a spring breeze.
Click.
The moment the door lock closed, darkness flooded into Geto Suguru's eyes like a tide.
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