Chapter 3 The Hidden Scent
"We're here. This is the dormitory. There are five floors in total. The main dining hall is on the first floor, and there is a communal kitchen on the second floor where you can cook your own meals. The fourth and fifth floors are for girls, and the second and third floors are for boys."
"The rooms are all empty; you can choose one yourself."
Gojo Satoru said that he would let Yuya Koshiro choose for himself, but from the beginning he clearly led people to the empty room between him and Natsuyu Jie.
This was something they left behind on purpose.
We must keep people under our watchful eyes.
Although he spent less than half a day with his classmates, Yu felt that he had a little bit of understanding of them.
Whether it's the seemingly unruly young master Gojo Satoru or the seemingly gentle yet imposing Natsuyou Jie, they both possess an undeniable arrogance deep down.
The best way to deal with them is to avoid confrontation unless absolutely necessary.
It doesn't matter which room he gets; they just want him to stay in this one.
Yuya stood in the doorway, his smile polite but insincere: "Thank you for bringing me here. I'll rest for a bit and see you later."
Then he couldn't wait to close the door.
Gojo Satoru sighed, putting his hands behind his head: "I still want to roll around on Yuya's bed a couple of times." Even if we don't sleep together, it would be nice to get the room smelling like him.
"Yuya is being too wary of us. We're not going to do anything."
That's the biggest lie.
Xia Youjie was still staring at the closed door: "Wu, you're too impatient."
"Mingjie probably wants to as well, since we're close friends, we naturally share the same thoughts."
"This is a meeting after twenty years."
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Xiao Lu You also put his things on the table and looked around the dormitory.
It was much smaller than the room the Port Mafia had given him, about thirty square meters. Besides the necessities like a wardrobe, bed, and table, there was a very large bookshelf, and a bamboo recliner on the balcony.
There was a brand-new coffee machine on the table, which surprised and puzzled Yuya.
To his surprise, he had wanted to buy this model for a long time, but the price was too high and his salary wasn't enough.
What's puzzling is that a vocational college would actually provide this to its students; it seems a bit too generous to give one to everyone.
After looking around, he discovered that there was no bathroom in the dormitory.
In other words, you have to go outside to wash up in the morning and evening.
"The vocational college is supposed to be quite wealthy, so why can't they even afford a private bathroom?" Yuya muttered to himself.
Looking at the pristine white wall, Yuya reached out and touched it.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but the room seemed unusually new, as if it had just been renovated.
After examining the room, Yuya took out his phone and called Dazai.
"Moshi moshi, sweet and lovely Yuya-kun, this is the handsome and imposing Dazai-san. May I ask what you need? If it's a date, please press 1; if it's work, please hang up."
Yuya's face darkened: "Don't use random adjectives on me."
"Yuya~ We've only been apart for less than three hours, and you're already so cold to me. Oh—my heart hurts~"
"If you don't act seriously, I'm hanging up."
"Okay, how did things go at the vocational college?"
Dazai switched to a serious tone in a second.
"I haven't seen the homeroom teacher yet, but I have seen two classmates."
Dazai keenly sensed that Yuya's tone was off, and slightly raised his hand, silencing everyone around him. His subordinate covered the enemy's mouth, abandoned his gun, and directly stabbed the man in the heart with his dagger.
The entire process was completely silent.
"Is he difficult to get along with?"
Yuya thought for a moment and said, "They're too easy to get along with."
Dazai remained silent for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.
"I won't call Chief Mori. Please tell him for me that everything is going well."
"Don't cause any trouble in Yokohama. I have informants who will report on your situation. If you don't take care of yourself, I'll come back and deal with you."
"Yuya, what you're doing only makes me want to try even more." After all, that way I can see you.
"Dazai—" Yuya lowered his voice, his tone filled with a dangerous aura.
"Just kidding—no matter what, I always listen to Yuya the most. Isn't that right?"
Yuya's lips curled slightly: "That's true."
"By the way, Chuuya's birthday present will probably arrive the day after tomorrow. Could you please sign for it for me?"
"Ugh, if I get my hands on slug stuff, I'll become all sticky too, no way!"
"I promised, so you have to sign for it for me."
"Yes—" Dazai's tone was weak and listless, like an eggplant that had been hit by frost.
After hanging up the phone, Yuya started tidying up the room. He touched the tables and chairs and found they were spotless, but he still wiped them all down with a damp towel. He put his clothes in the closet and arranged his shoes in rows on the shoe rack.
After he finished tidying up, he checked the time.
11:38.
I guess the homeroom teacher hasn't returned yet.
Yu also hesitated.
Logically, it would be better to familiarize himself with the college at this time, but the thought of Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Jie's excessive enthusiasm made him reluctant to go out.
I patted my stomach; the bowl of ramen I ate earlier seemed to have been completely burned off because of the intense exercise I had just done.
How so?
Go out? Or stay home?
There was no time for Yuya to hesitate; a knock came at the door.
It was Gojo Satoru's voice: "Yuya~ Yuya~ Let's go get lunch~"
You didn't say anything either.
Gojo Satoru continued knocking on the door relentlessly, not at all worried that the person inside was resting and therefore ignoring him.
"Come on, come on, let's go together!"
There's absolutely nothing we can do about this person.
With a sigh, Yuya opened the door.
Gojo Satoru's hand, which had been knocking on the door, naturally landed on Yuya's shoulder: "Yuya, why did it take you so long to open the door? Knocking on the door hurts your hand, it's all red."
He reached out and shoved his hand into Yuya's: "Look, my flawless hand has such an eye-catching red mark, it's heartbreaking."
Yuya's thoughts were diverted, and he subconsciously looked at Gojo Satoru's hand.
Gojo Satoru's skin was very fair, and so were his hands. His slender fingers had distinct knuckles, and his nails were neatly trimmed with a healthy pink hue. They seemed perfect for playing the piano; they were hands brimming with artistry, the kind that would be insured to the highest level.
But where did this become famous?
Yuya was lost in thought and didn't notice Gojo Satoru slowly approaching his neck, secretly sniffing his scent.
It's a familiar taste, a flavor that's ingrained in your bones.
Let the surging, restless blood gradually calm down.
Even though they are close friends, some people can't be so generous in sharing.
Seeing Gojo Satoru approach Yuya without him noticing, Natsumi Yujie smiled and said, "Satoru, stop teasing people. With your [unscrupulous] nature, how could you get hurt by the door?"
Gojo Satoru raised his head, his azure eyes behind his sunglasses meeting those of his best friend.
Neither side was willing to back down.
Yuya snapped out of his daze: "[No Limits] is Gojo's technique, right?"
Xia Youjie nodded: "To put it simply, Wu is surrounded by a defensive shield that can never be broken."
“[No limit] As long as Wu does not actively dispel it, it can exist indefinitely. Everything that gets close to Wu will slow down infinitely, remain in a relatively static state, and will never be able to touch him.”
Gojo Satoru was unhappy that Yuya's attention had been drawn away by Jai, so he suddenly grabbed Yuya's hand.
"Instead of explaining with words, why not experience it for yourself? How about it? Can you feel it?"
With their palms touching, Yuya's eyes slowly widened.
"I didn't touch you."
From the side, their hands were clearly touching, but Yuya was certain that he hadn't touched Gojo Satoru.
Between their palms, it was as if there was an infinitely transparent thin film separating them.
Gojo Satoru liked the way Yuya's emotions fluctuated because of him, and the corners of his mouth would unconsciously turn up like a peacock courting a mate.
"Now you need to feel it carefully."
[No Limits] was removed by Gojo Satoru. He exerted a little force, his fingers passing through Yuya's fingers, and then gripped them tightly.
The two held hands, exchanging body heat.
A comfortable sigh seemed to come from deep within my heart.
This is a move that Gojo Satoru is very familiar with.
He had held the other person's hand from behind countless times in bed, just like he was doing now.
Erotic images kept flashing through my mind, accompanied by sobs and helpless pleas for mercy.
An indescribable emotion welled up from the depths of his heart, causing Gojo Satoru to unconsciously tighten his grip.
A simple handshake wasn't enough for him; he had much more to do with the person in front of him.
The pain brought Yuya back to his senses.
Um?
Holding hands like that seems a bit too intimate, doesn't it? Seriously, if you're going to demonstrate, why are you gripping so tightly?
Yuya struggled to pull his hand back: "I see, it's a very powerful technique."
He offered a few words of praise.
The moment the warmth in his hand disappeared, a flash of violence crossed Gojo Satoru's mind.
But he quickly suppressed it, his voice slightly hoarse: "This is a technique that only the most powerful me possesses; it is unique in the world of sorcery."
"This... isn't this something that needs to be kept secret? Is it okay to just say it so openly?" Yuya was suddenly grabbed by the hand again.
Xia Youjie used a wet wipe that appeared out of nowhere to clean Youye's fingers one by one. The meticulousness of his actions made Youye feel like a clam washed ashore, having its shell pried open to extract the pearl inside.
Yuya tried to pull his hand back—but couldn't.
Compared to Gojo Satoru's hands, which seemed perfectly suited for playing the piano, Natsuyu Suke's hands were more "ordinary." They weren't as white, but they exuded an irresistible power.
Even though he had a smile on his face, Yuya's radar was frantically warning him of danger.
Ah! Just like Dazai!
— Dazai often shows this kind of smile when he is angry.
But Xia Youjie is angry?
Why?
Is it because he feels he is too close to Gojo Satoru, and that his only friend has been taken away, that he is unhappy?
Yuya felt that this was very likely.
After all, there were only two boys in the first grade before he came, and they might be very good friends, so it's normal for them to have a sense of territory.
It can only be said that his idea was half right.
Xia Youjie: "In the world of sorcery, there is a practice called 'revealing spell formulas,' which is a way to enhance one's strength by making spell formulas public. Many people use it, so it's not exactly a secret."
"Furthermore, with the strength of Wu and me, even if the techniques are known to others, it doesn't matter if they conduct targeted research."
"Strength can shatter any conspiracy."
Yuya noted down this [Technique Revealed].
"I knew I had to come to school. I've never heard of anything like this before." Although the timing is strange, coming here is definitely the right thing to do.
Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and waved it up and down in front of Yuya: "Alright, alright, let's go eat, I'm starving. There's plenty of time for classes later."
Yuya thought painfully.
Who wants to eat with you guys?
It's bad for your stomach.
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