Chapter 33 Buckwheat Noodles with Caramel Pudding (Nearly Expired Edition) Evil...
"Ah, since it's a task that I can't handle by myself, I had to come back first." Gojo Satoru stood up, his conspicuous white hair fluttering with his movements. He raised his head, and the shameless look covered his whole body again.
"Is it a task that even Wu can't solve?" Panda said. It was hard to imagine what kind of task even the strongest couldn't solve.
Gojo Satoru touched the back of his head. Because he was wearing an eye patch, the hair near the nape of his neck had been trimmed, leaving only a prickly layer of stubble. He hummed and looked at Suzuki Kawa. "It's not that there's no solution, but that mission is more suitable for Ogawa."
Suzuki Chuan was puzzled for a moment, then immediately remembered the strangeness of his psychic eyes. He frowned and said, "Yes, I sensed some unusual movement from the vengeful spirits, but it was a bit far away, so I couldn't feel it clearly."
"It happened outside of Tokyo. Someone reported a paranormal activity in an abandoned building. 'Window' noticed a strong curse aura while passing by, so he reported it," Gojo Satoru said, pausing before continuing. "The cursed spirits haven't yet appeared, but there are quite a few vengeful spirits. Originally, I had planned to leave the second-level cursed spirits to Kei."
"Now it seems that it would be more appropriate for you two to go together."
He pulled out his phone and reconfirmed the mission level. "Yes, it's a level one mission or higher."
Suzuki Chuan's pupils shrank: "But isn't Hui only level two?"
"Of course, a sorcerer can't always be 100% confident in his missions," Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of dazzling six eyes that reflected a strange light in the sunlight. As Suzuki Kawa looked up, his pupils were still stained with inorganic colors. "Besides, aren't there two of us?"
He smiled and patted Suzuki Kawa's shoulder so hard that he almost knocked him under the chair. "Don't worry, I'll be there to watch it too."
Suzuki Kawa stumbled and raised his head to protest: "Gojo-sensei, your grip is too strong!"
After receiving the teacher's insincere apology, Suzuki Kawa remembered that his good friend Fushiguro Megumi seemed to be often treated like this. If he had known, he would not have laughed at Megumi. It turns out it was so painful.
Speaking of Huihui, I seem to have forgotten to tell him about Tsumiki's sister.
Suzuki Kawa looked at Megumi Fushiguro who was practicing seriously over there. His friend's movements were neat and nimble, and it was obvious that he was not a novice. He often used cursed tools when doing missions.
The temperature was already very high at this time of year. The sun was hanging overhead, scorching the surface of the skin. The runway began to emit a familiar smell, mixed with the light green grass scent on the lawn. Compared to the world outside where curses could be seen everywhere, here was as clean as a second world.
School is a wonderful place no matter what time it is.
Gojo Satoru sat not far above the Suzuki River, watching his students sparring. Possessing six eyes, his brain, which was constantly performing precise calculations, had become accustomed to absorbing information from the surroundings, crowding it in his head, and then extracting the information he needed in an instant.
He is not a person who is sentimental about the past. As the strongest, he will not be sad like others. The world in his eyes is different from that of everyone else.
Just under this brilliant sky, white clouds hung gently in the azure blue, and one of the eyes behind the sunglasses changed color slightly. In a trance, on the green field that had been renovated countless times, I saw my own figure many years ago.
A trace of the remnant of the human soul began to replay the scene of that year.
The strongest looked down steadily for a moment, then sighed, almost imperceptibly, "Everything will be fine."
"Teacher Gojo!" Suzuki Kawa turned his head and shouted at him.
Gojo Satoru lowered his head and looked at him: "What's wrong?"
The blond boy walked up the stairs next to him and stopped beside Gojo Satoru. He said seriously, "The restraints you told me about yesterday, are they restraints? I seem to have forgotten everything."
Immediately, he received a blow to the head, neither light nor heavy. Gojo Satoru looked at the student who was holding his head with his hands and smiled wryly: "It seems that what Ogawa said went in one ear and out the other?"
"I don't think you can blame me. I couldn't understand what I was saying, and I haven't learned it." Suzuki Kawa tried to defend himself.
Gojo Satoru looked at this troublesome student and stood up. He remembered that he had been thinking about giving Ogawa a beating not long ago, so he cast a pressured gaze on Suzuki Kawa and said, "Ogawa, how about I teach you the speedrunning curse tool tutorial?"
"Really? There is such a good thing!" Suzuki Kawa's eyes lit up.
Three minutes later, Panda sat on a chair and watched Suzukigawa being dragged away by Gojo Satoru. Goumaki Satoru, who had just finished sparring, returned and looked at the receding figure, uttering a puzzled syllable. Panda shook his head, "Poor Suzukigawa."
It was not until noon that Megumi Fushiguro finished her training and walked towards the dormitory. She lowered her head to send a message to Suzuki Kawa, but received no reply. Her phone vibrated, and it was a task notification sent by the assistant supervisor.
The mission was similar to usual. When Megumi Fushiguro saw the last line of mission rating, he looked hesitant: Above level one?
There were dragging footsteps. Fushiguro Megumi looked up and found that it was Suzuki Kawa coming from the other end. The boy had a pale face. When he saw Fushiguro Megumi, he let out an "Ao" and rushed over.
"I'm so tired! Hui, please drag me back to the dormitory. I don't want to move anymore!"
Fushiguro Megumi:?
What was this guy doing? When I asked the pandas, they all looked mysterious.
Megumi Fushiguro has gotten used to her friends often clinging to her like an octopus. The two of them moved slowly towards the dormitory, and then found Yuji Itadori with a bruised face and nose on the first floor.
Fushiguro Megumi blinked. What was wrong with these two people? They both looked like they had suffered a great deal of damage.
Suzuki Chuan, still lying on top of him, said weakly, "Hurry up and buy me a can of Coke. Hui, you're definitely not going to refuse me having lunch in your dorm, right?"
"We only prepared soba noodles for lunch today. It's enough if you want to eat." Fushiguro Megumi half-carried Suzuki Kawa to the self-service vending machine. She met Yuji Itadori's expectant eyes and said silently, "Would you like to come too?"
"May I!"
Megumi Fushiguro looked at Yuji Itadori, who looked really miserable, and nodded helplessly. She operated the vending machine with her hand. With a "bang", two cans of cold Coke fell out from the bottom.
He patted Suzuki Chuan and said, "Can you please let go first?"
"Ah, okay." Suzuki Kawa got off Fushiguro Megumi and immediately leaned against the vending machine smoothly. "Ah, this is so cold."
After getting the Coke, Megumi Fushiguro grabbed Suzuki Kawa by the back of his collar and dragged him away. He took two steps and looked at the stunned Itadori Yuji, feeling a little uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment, but gave up explaining and asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"
"Ah? Oh, okay!" Yuji Itadori followed them.
The dormitory was not high. After dragging the exhausted Suzuki Kawa to the door of his dormitory with great difficulty, Fushiguro Megumi breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, threw him in, and walked into her own dormitory while stretching her sore wrists.
Yuji Itadori, who was following behind them, heard the sound of "bang" - this must be landing!
At the junction of the ground and the dormitory, a hand reached out and grabbed the door frame. Suzuki Kawa poked his head out and looked up at Itadori Yuji: "By the way, Yuji, remember to go back and apply the medicine first. Hui still needs to prepare the materials."
Under Yuji Itadori's hesitant gaze, the golden-haired head moved back horizontally.
Is it really not going to get dirty if it's placed close to the ground? ...
Yuji Itadori returned to the dormitory in a daze. The technical high school dormitory was equipped with a small medical kit. He applied medicine to himself with a grimace. The bruises on his face looked scary, but in fact he was not seriously injured. They were all caused by the beating from the Curse Corpse.
Ten minutes later, Yuji Itadori, with several band-aids on his face, knocked on Fushiguro Megumi's dormitory door, but found that Fushiguro Megumi hadn't closed the door at all, "I'm coming in!"
"Come in."
Megumi Fushiguro's dormitory was very meticulous, with everything neatly arranged. Even the bed was made cleanly, and there were no messy stickers. Instead, the dining table - or maybe it was the dining table - was covered with a printed tablecloth.
The college dormitories are equipped with small kitchens. As long as there is constant electricity and water supply, and there is no canteen on campus, students can buy ingredients and cook their own meals when they are on missions.
Megumi Fushiguro just prepared some quick-cooking soba noodles in the refrigerator. The topping was a simple fried egg sprinkled with some shredded seaweed and sesame seeds. The dormitory was filled with a fragrant aroma.
"Let's make do with this for now. You can go out to buy food in the afternoon. I'll be out in the afternoon and you can help bring some things." Megumi Fushiguro stirred the noodles floating in the pot and said to Yuji Itadori without turning her head.
"It's no problem to ask auxiliary supervisors for help. They won't refuse."
The boy with the sea urchin hair looked up, remembered something, and turned back: "Where's Xiaochuan?"
Just as he finished speaking, the half-closed dormitory door was kicked open, making a sound of battle damage. Suzuki Chuan came in with a bunch of messy packaging bags. "Fortunately, my refrigerator is stocked. I'm almost fainting from hunger."
Putting the pile of things on the table, Suzuki Chuan looked up and met the gazes of his two classmates, wondering: "What's wrong with you?"
"Can you explain why there is half an uneaten matcha cake in here?" Fushiguro Megumi clenched the spoon, and had the urge to smash it on Suzuki Kawa's head.
"There are also frozen marshmallows." Yuji Itadori picked up a hard packaging bag and looked at the product picture on it.
Suzuki Chuan smiled sheepishly: "You know, I don't have the habit of wasting."
He looked around, trying to change the subject: "By the way, where's Xiaobai?"
Fushiguro Megumi turned around and turned off the fire. Hearing this, he said in surprise, "Xiaobai disappeared this morning. I thought you summoned him back."
"Disappeared?!" Suzuki Kawa widened his eyes.
"Then, what about Sukuna's finger?" Yuji Itadori thought of the finger that Shiro swallowed.
The system's voice sounded: [Xiaobai's validity period has expired. Do customers need to purchase the product again? There is no guarantee that you will get Xiaobai.]
The blond boy swallowed his saliva and began to feel conflicted. Xiaobai actually had an expiration date. He was really careless. However, it wasn't impossible to draw another one to extend the time. As for his fingers...
He looked at Itadori Yuji with a smile on his face: "Yuji, you are definitely not in a hurry to eat that finger, it tastes so bad."
Yuji Itadori nodded: "I'm not in a hurry, it should be fine, there are still more than a dozen."
After reaching a consensus, Suzuki Chuan happily put Xiaobai's matter aside and began to promote his own inventory: "There are still many delicious things. This is my treasured pudding, and there are also strawberries I bought the day before yesterday, and this!"
Fushiguro Megumi distributed the noodles, turned to Suzuki Kawa and said, "Okay, try pouring your broken pudding into the noodles later."
Suzuki Kawa: ...
"And that half-eaten matcha cake."
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