Chapter 47 Who do you choose?
In a place unseen by anyone, the head of the Gojo family, the leading family among the three great families of the sorcery world, confronts the new leader of the Yokohama Port Mafia.
Neither of them showed much emotion in their expressions, and the atmosphere seemed very tense.
However, if someone gets close, they can hear the two people talking.
Gojo Satoru reached out his hand: "Give Yuya back."
"Is Yuya yours? You just reach out and ask me for it."
Gojo Satoru: "We've kissed, tongue kisses. This kind of intimacy says a lot, doesn't it?"
Dazai Osamu: "I don't even need to guess to know that you forced that kiss on me with your thick skin, Yuya didn't know anything."
Gojo Satoru was speechless, while Dazai Osamu revealed a victorious smile: "If I wanted to, I would have a hundred ways to make Yuya kiss me willingly."
"I can't win an argument with you, so give me the person."
"No."
Gojo Satoru looked at Dazai Osamu, who yawned without any reaction.
They simply disliked each other.
But no matter how heated the argument got, no one dared to lay a hand on anyone.
That's something that Yuya Kojima absolutely cannot accept.
Dazai Osamu smiled, but his words were icy cold: "Even if you know about your past life and contact Yuya beforehand, it won't make a difference."
"In fact, having saved us from several years of slowly growing old together, Yuya's feelings for you are not as deep as they were in his previous life."
Dazai Osamu shook his hand: "Everything has two sides, don't you think?"
"Head of the Gojo family."
Gojo Satoru wasn't angry; instead, he suddenly laughed.
"You reminded me."
Even after being reborn, he couldn't catch up with the progress, allowing Dazai Osamu to take advantage, all because he and Jie couldn't get into Yokohama.
But now, that restriction has been lifted.
"The balance has been broken. Although we have memories of our past lives, we were unable to enter Yokohama; now I can enter Yokohama because you also know about our past lives."
They were included to maintain balance.
"You're right, everything has two sides."
"The leader of the Mafia."
In the past, if Yu had also been in Yokohama, neither he nor Jie could have gotten in. Now that Yu hasn't left either, they're helpless.
The story is different now.
No matter where Yuya goes, they will follow.
Having figured this out, Gojo was in a great mood.
He landed on the balcony and strode into the room as if it were his own home, ignoring the wary Nakahara Chuuya, and threw off the covers—going straight to bed.
Perhaps because the taste was familiar, Xiao Lu You also turned over and didn't react.
Chuuya Nakahara was worried about waking Yuya Kojima, so he kept giving Osamu Dazai meaningful glances.
What exactly is going on?!
Dazai Osamu stared at Gojo Satoru for a long time, but ultimately said nothing. He then turned over, got into bed, and went to sleep.
With a belly full of questions and nowhere to sleep for no reason, Chuuya Nakahara mustered his courage several times to suppress his temper and not kill Dazai before storming out of the room.
He went to sleep in the guest room.
Yuya Kojiro also talked about what happened at night.
He was completely unaware of what was happening, and his consciousness slowly returned the next morning.
He didn't open his eyes, and groggily touched a hand, then traced it upwards. His mind was still foggy, and his reaction was slow: "Chuuya? How come your hand suddenly grew longer?"
She stretched out her leg and rubbed against it, but the length was wrong: "How did you suddenly grow so much taller overnight?"
Given Chuuya's height, if the two of them were lying on the bed together, he wouldn't only be able to kick the other person's shin.
The familiar voice came and almost instantly washed away Yuya's drowsiness.
"Yuya, how do I resemble that short, orange-haired guy? My perfect skin is something that the Mafia, who braves wind and rain, can't compare to."
"Besides, the height difference between us is huge. Does he have a body as good-looking as mine, or muscles as perfect as mine?"
Yuya Kojiro woke up with a start, only to find Gojo Satoru's face magnified in front of him. He leaned back and got off the bed.
"Gojo Satoru?!"
Yuya looked completely bewildered.
What's going on?
Is he still asleep, dreaming?
How come I still saw Gojo Satoru when I returned to Yokohama? Wasn't he away on a business trip?
Furthermore, before going to sleep yesterday, the people on both sides were Dazai and Chuuya. Why did Chuuya suddenly become Gojo Satoru?
Yuya's mind was in a mess, and his speech was also incoherent: "Am I dreaming? Or did you...you ate Chuuya?"
"Hey! You white-haired bastard, I heard you just call me short, do you want to die?!"
Chuuya Nakahara was most concerned about Gojo's height, and he didn't kill Gojo on the spot only because of Yuya Oshika.
Gojo Satoru didn't hear her, covering himself with the blanket and looking shy: "I didn't expect Yuya to want to see me in his dreams, it's so embarrassing."
Yuya Oguri has also confirmed it.
That familiar, perverse flavor—that's Gojo Satoru himself.
So what's going on here?
Yuya instinctively looked for Dazai.
Dazai, who looked a bit more energetic than yesterday, peeked out from the doorway. He didn't seem to have anything to explain: "Yuya, Chuuya has made breakfast. Come and eat after you've washed up."
Fuheishen'er, that shameless fellow, had already found a seat and started eating.
Yuya, still half asleep, washed up and sat down. He glanced at the people at the dining table.
On the left are Dazai and Chuuya, and on the right are... Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Jinji.
Why does this combination seem so strange?
Of all things under the sun, eating is the most important thing, so Yuya focused on eating first. As soon as he took a bite, his eyes lit up, and he gave Chuuya a thumbs up: "Chuuya, your shrimp dumplings are getting better and better."
Shrimp dumplings are a type of Chinese delicacy.
Yuya Ogawa loves to eat shrimp, and after Chuuya Nakahara learned that this food existed in China, he specially flew there to learn how to make it.
He doesn't usually have any tasks, so he does this for Yuya whenever he has free time.
Xiao Lu You really loves these shrimp dumplings with transparent skins that reveal the pink shrimp meat inside.
He eats one, smiles, and squints his eyes in satisfaction.
Chuuya Nakahara rolled up his sleeves, revealing his toned forearms. His hair had grown a bit long recently, so he tied it up with a hair tie: "If you like, you can have this for breakfast tomorrow too."
Gojo Satoru snorted coldly: "I don't need you. It's just shrimp dumplings, I can make them too. I can make fist-sized ones and put ten shrimp in them so Yuya can eat his fill in one bite."
Chuuya Nakahara's smile vanished instantly: "So what if it's only the size of a fist? I can wrap a volleyball-sized container and put fifty shrimp in it."
Gojo Satoru: "Then I can pack a hundred shrimp the size of a child!"
Chuuya Nakahara: "I..."
"Stop, stop, that's enough," Yuya shouted with a dark expression. "I have a normal human body, I can't eat your giant shrimp dumplings."
"Are you trying to wipe out the shrimp population?"
Gojo Satoru and Nakahara Chuu also fell silent.
Yuya Kojima looked at Satoru Gojo, somewhat hesitantly: "What do you want to do here?"
He didn't even ask how he got there or how he got into his bed last night.
I only asked Wu Tiao Wu about his purpose in coming.
Gojo Satoru said in a lighthearted tone, "I heard from Yagami that Yu is also dropping out of school, so as a good friend, I'll drop out too."
"I don't have to go to class, so I came to play with Yuya."
While Masamichi Yagami was processing documents at a high school in Tokyo, he received a call from the principal.
The principal's anxious voice, even over the phone, seemed to burn the very core of the Night Moth's Righteous Path.
"Night Moth! Why is Gojo Satoru suddenly refusing all tasks assigned by the Curse Control Council?!"
Night Moth Zhengdao frowned. He had been extremely annoyed lately, and he spoke bluntly: "How would I know what Wu is thinking? It's not the first time he's refused a mission assigned by the Curse Supervision Council. Too tired to rest, missions are boring, the celestial signs are not auspicious for going out... Don't he have enough excuses for refusing missions?"
The principal was speechless at the words of Moth Zhengdao.
Indeed, this wasn't the first time Gojo Satoru had done this.
“But, but he only said he would take a break for a while, he never said definitively that he would not do any more missions in the future,” the principal tried to regain his composure. “He is your student, you are responsible for handling him.”
After issuing the ultimatum, the principal hung up the phone immediately.
He didn't want to hear Moth's righteous words; not a single word he wanted to hear was pleasing to him.
Night Moth was staring at his phone when, less than three minutes later, the principal called again, his voice urgent and filled with despair: "Why isn't Xia Youjie doing any more tasks? Are the two of them in cahoots? What requests from the school haven't they been given lately?!"
"Dormitory renovation? Classroom renovation? No classes or homework? What is going on, and why all of this so suddenly?!"
The principal is about to have a breakdown.
In terms of strength, he is actually no match for the Night Moth Righteous Path. His greatest advantage is his complete obedience to the Curse Supervision Council, which allows him to maintain his position as principal even though he is weaker.
—Provided that he can handle everything the Curse Control Council needs.
Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suke are the most efficient at completing tasks among all sorcerers. Even if the Spell Control Council secretly dislikes these two, their existence cannot be denied, as it makes Tokyo safer.
Now, the safety lock has run away.
Night Moth was at his wit's end, so he simply hung up the phone.
There were four students in the first grade. One wanted to drop out, and two skipped class and ran away.
All that's left is glass.
Moth pressed his brow, pondering a solution.
Yuya Kojiro was unaware that his departure would trigger a series of chain reactions. After hearing Gojo Satoru say he was dropping out of school, he paused for a moment but didn't say anything.
Gojo Satoru isn't a child; he knows what he's doing. He doesn't need to be persuaded.
Besides, he couldn't persuade him otherwise.
Yuya Kojima only asked one question: "Where's Megumi?"
Before coming to Yokohama, Fushiguro Jinji said he had left the person with Gojo Satoru.
Gojo Satoru blinked: "Megumi is at the Gojo family's house."
"Someone will take good care of him."
Xiao Luyou couldn't help but ask, "Isn't he from the Zen-in family? Is it alright for him to stay in your house?"
Gojo Satoru reacted quickly: "Then let's change the name to Gojo Megumi, so we can count her as a member of the Gojo family."
"You don't have any objections, do you?" he asked Fuheshen'er perfunctorily, then muttered to himself before the answer could come, "It's none of my business if you do have any objections, since the person was sold to me anyway."
He took out his phone and made a call: "Go and get Hui's paperwork done... um, change her name... from now on, she'll take my surname, Gotiao."
Yuya was stunned.
During breakfast, Dazai remained quite quiet.
He didn't eat much, and after finishing, he wiped his mouth clean with a tissue: "Yuya, let's go."
Yuya Koshino instinctively stood up, and then suddenly someone grabbed his hand.
"Yuya, come with me."
It is the fifth insight.
He was quite strong, and Xiao Luyou couldn't break free.
Dazai looked at Yuya with a smile.
"Yuya, who do you choose?!"
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