Chapter 75: Diverting Attention and Recognizing Your Inner Heart
Ieiri Naoko didn't get anything useful out of Miya Chiri. Miya Chiri only talked about farm work and the new home. Ieiri Naoko learned about the progress of the new home, the germination speed of seeds, and several methods of removing weeds... When she came to her senses, she had already talked with Chiri about whether to lay wooden floors in the new home or continue to use tatami mats. Ieiri Naoko quickly stopped talking, hung up the phone, and then thought about it, and found that she didn't ask any useful information.
She gave up this path and picked up the book again.
As she read the book, she wondered if she should talk to Geto about this. But she put the thought aside because it would be too much trouble to explain the whole thing.
After Gojo Satoru left the infirmary, his pace slowed down. He put his hands in his pockets, thinking about what to do next.
Asking acquaintances for advice would easily reveal the person he cared about, so he went out to find an Internet cafe, logged into 2ch, registered an account at random, and quickly figured out how to post.
[Post title: I have a friend. Lately, whenever she's near me, I feel like something's wrong with my body. My heart's beating too fast, and my ears are burning. This never happened before. It feels really wrong. Does anyone know what's going on?]
While waiting for a reply, he browsed other posts in the forum and was unknowingly attracted by the hot posts on the forum. He browsed the posts for half an hour before switching back to his own posts.
The user activity in 2ch is very high, and many people have replied right away.
1L: Rapid heartbeat + fever, even elementary school students know that they should go to the doctor instead of posting on 2ch.
2L: The person above discriminates against primary school students. By the way, how old are you, OP? Did you have a crush on any girl when you were in primary school?
3L: So you also think the OP is a primary school student, right?
4L: So this is a love story of elementary school students. By the way, how can an elementary school student be on 2ch? Isn’t it a bit strange?
5L: Are you still 2cher? He must be talking about his paper-thin wife. He's going to post pictures of her soon, right?
6L: This trend of relationship consultation has also spread to 2ch. After all, why do we have to show off our 2D wives in a casual tone?
7L: Any new wives appearing recently? (Peeking in)
8L: This post is going to turn into a wife war soon.
9L: I am not interested in his wife. I just want to tell him that this symptom is called autonomic nervous system disorder. I suggest he go to the neurology department of the hospital for a comprehensive examination.
10L: The people upstairs are also making things more complicated and adding fuel to the fire.
11L: Kill the competition with one sentence: Next time you see someone, just kiss them! If you get slapped or they call the police, you'll know the answer. Remember to come back and tell us the result!
12L: Young people have complicated thoughts. When you reach my age, your heartbeat and fever are all fake. Only a glass of wine after get off work can make you forget your worries.
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33L: If you're really troubled... then try staying away from her. Disappear for a while and see if you return to normal or become even more troubled. Then you'll know.
34L: The suggestions above are the safest and most practical. Please don’t make the mistake of becoming a stalker and end up in the news.
Gojo Satoru browsed through the answers and found that only one person's suggestion was worth trying.
As for other people's nonsense, any non-constructive opinions can be ignored.
As to whether it really didn't cause any ripples in his heart, no one knew.
It was easy to prevent herself from meeting Miya Chiri. After all, she had been busy with matters in the fields and her new home recently, and she wouldn't run around while staying there. Gojo Satoru went to the director's meeting and took on a bunch of tasks.
As the days passed, everyone was shocked by Gojo Satoru's efficiency. Many people were concerned about what happened to him, but Gojo Satoru simply brushed it off with the excuse of "polishing the technique."
In the phone, Miya Chiri's name had sunk to the bottom of the email list. He slid his finger over it several times, but didn't click on it, nor did he send a new email.
In the first few days, he seldom thought about Gong Zhili without having to deliberately forget, because he was always quick and efficient when clearing out the cursed spirits, and this refreshing feeling was something he was accustomed to.
But the peace did not last long, and an inexplicable feeling of stagnation slowly spread in his heart. In the intervals between tasks, when he saw a crepe shop, he would subconsciously buy one, but the feeling while eating was not right. He would always think of the crepe made by Gong Zhili. When he took a bite, he felt that the crust was not soft enough and the cream was not sweet enough.
He swallowed the last bite of his crepe and pulled out his phone. The [Jiri] email in his phone was as quiet as an unavailable number. What was she doing now? Was she tending her fields? Without his help, she might have been busy for two more days. Was that why she hadn't sent any emails?
This thought flashed through his mind uncontrollably, but he suppressed it again. It was none of his business.
He tried to find other things to do, like dragging Jie to the game hall to brush high scores in the game hall. Xia Yu tactfully expressed his dissatisfaction: "You haven't been to the village recently, you should at least let me go."
Gojo Satoru: "Don't go, she's very busy, don't cause trouble."
The game hall was noisy, but Geto Suguru heard these words clearly. He turned his head and found that Gojo was still staring at the shooting interface in front of him, as if such considerate words did not come from his mouth.
Geto Xia Yu was sure that he had not heard wrong.
"Is this the reason why you haven't been to the village recently? But I thought you would take the initiative to help." Xia Yujie teased.
Gojo Satoru stopped what he was doing, turned around, and asked surprisingly seriously, "Do you think I should go?"
Geto Summer Oil: ...
"That depends on your idea." Xia Yujie became cautious and quickly changed the subject, "What are we eating later?"
Gojo Satoru remained silent and did not talk about the village anymore. He continued, "Jie, you seem to have a good appetite lately."
Geto Suguru: "After all, there are so many foods I want to try."
Originally, Gojo Satoru was a little absent-minded, and when he came out of the game hall, Geto Suguru also started to slack off.
Wu, not really... No, no, no, judging by his experience in love, he might still be at the kindergarten level. He looks troubled now, so he must be still unsure of his feelings for Zhili, right?
Geto Suguru thought again that Gojo Satoru had never approached them for a relationship consultation when he encountered this kind of problem. He thought about it silently by himself, and it seemed... strange that he hadn't taken any action.
This made Geto Suguru feel very fresh. No matter how difficult the task was, it had never received such attention from Wu. Can we think of it this way, that in Wu's mind, the difficulty of Miya Chiri has reached the point where he needs to "think carefully"?
Geto Suguru showed a knowing smile: No matter when Wu realized his feelings, when he treated the matter with a different attitude, it already said a lot.
Gojo Satoru's usual perceptiveness failed him at this moment, and he didn't notice the meaningful expression on his friend's face. He finished his dessert, filling his stomach, but as he walked through the school, that empty, restless feeling returned. The joy he'd gained from other things faded, leaving only a deeper sense of boredom.
The most annoying thing was that he knew clearly that everything was calm over there with Gong Zhili. Glass would occasionally mention it to him, saying that Gong Zhili's life in the village was busy and fulfilling, and she had five children to look after. He was also very annoyed that she didn't seem to be affected at all.
When he thought of this, his irritability increased. Okay, very good, he was the only one who was not right here. He deliberately kept his distance and argued like a fool, but the other party was completely unaware and continued to do what he was doing.
Of course he knew that this idea was illogical and baseless, and saying it out loud would make his former self laugh.
He stood in front of the school's vending machine, his fingers hovering in the air, and finally he clenched his fist and smashed it. The machine made a "beep" sound, and the drink that he had casually hit fell "clang". It was a can of ice-cold black coffee. He held the can, and the coolness passed through his palms, but it couldn't suppress the nameless anger in his heart. He pulled the pull ring and took a big gulp of black coffee. The bitter liquid not only did not sober him up, but instead made his stomach churn.
The setting sun stretched the shadows of trees and houses, the last rays of the setting sun turning blood-red across the horizon. Gojo Satoru crushed the empty can and threw it into the trash. For the first time, he clearly realized: his attempt to avoid her was the worst possible outcome. If he didn't address the "wrongness" spreading from Miya Chiri, his deliberate distance would be like covering a wound, allowing it to fester and ulcerate, and would only breed something even more terrifying.
Gojo Satoru jumped to a high place and narrowed his eyes: This kind of scary thing... he actually knew it very well.
He remembered the topic he had discussed with Gong Zhili before: there is no difference between love and curses between sorcerers.
The moment he understood, the curse power in his body surged and his Adam's apple rolled. He could hear his suppressed breathing, short and hot, and every breath was like breathing in boiling fire.
He stood on a high place, motionless, and the trees under his feet vibrated at a subtle frequency. The reptiles, birds, and animals around him felt the cold curse power riot, and quietly and quickly left the land.
His phone vibrated, and he opened it and scanned the email sent by Senior Sister Mingming. Senior Sister had obtained new information and shared it with him - the price was not cheap, mainly about those people and organizations in the magic world who coveted information about Gong Zhili.
"I can only say that you're unlucky." Gojo Satoru said in a calm voice, "Let me calm down."
His murderous intent had a target, and something hotter and more unfamiliar began to tear at his heart.
That was definitely not a desire to protect, it was something more primitive, more exclusive, and more inviolable. Like a beast guarding its own territory, he smelled the scent of the intruder, his nerves trembled with rage, and the sewer rat's coveting of Gong Zhili made him want to destroy everything they had.
He saw this madness clearly. It was not out of control, but something deep in his heart, with a terrifying fanaticism.
He closed his cracked phone and smiled: "After I clean you up, I can go find her."
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The author has something to say: Spellcasters are almost always crazy, and the strongest are the craziest. This was really hard to write. I originally wanted to go for a gentle approach, but because of my precarious mental state, I didn't want to write about Gojo Satoru wearing a gentle shell. I wrote and deleted it, so after two days of delaying, this is all I have. I just can't write this kind of thing... I tried my best...
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