Chapter 28
116.
As soon as the whistle for the second match blew, the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers. The junior high school team, with their well-coordinated teamwork, had secured victory thanks to their superb tactics.
The defeated team punched the beach in frustration. When they stood up, something fell out of their pocket. A hotel voucher drew an arc in the air and flew straight towards the surging sea.
“Oh no!”
Yuji Itadori was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed the accommodation voucher firmly at the last second before it was about to fall into the sea.
He staggered to his feet and turned to see three middle school boys stamping their feet anxiously. He smiled and handed them the tickets: "Is this yours?"
The boys' hands were still shaking as they took the tickets: "Thank you! This is the accommodation voucher that Senior Aaron finally got from a relative!"
Seeing this, a strange uncle standing by shouted at the counter, "Everything for this table is free today! Just consider it a thank you gift!"
Yuji Itadori scratched his head and laughed foolishly, while Nobara Kugisaki was already excitedly studying how to add to the order.
Shiori turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru beside her. He was slowly digging into the strawberry ice in the bowl with a spoon. "Satoru, do you feel..."
"Hmm." Gojo Satoru took a sip of his smoothie and replied vaguely, "Let's go digest this plate of fried noodles after we finish it."
The students obviously realized that something was wrong, and the noise gradually subsided.
Yoshino Junpei scratched his face and asked uncertainly, "Is it a cursed spirit?"
"It's a special-grade cursed spirit." Gojo Satoru scraped the strawberry jam out of the smoothie with a spoon, looking nonchalant.
Suddenly, a shrill scream came from the distance, torn into pieces by the waves and shattered in the wind.
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow and stuffed the last bite of smoothie into his mouth: "Looks like I can't wait to eat fried noodles."
When everyone arrived at the reef area, a huge figure wrapped in white cloth was hiding behind the reef, looking at them with its head tilted.
Shizhi stared at the figure and twitched her lips: "It doesn't block anything at all, does it?"
Yuji Itadori leaned forward and said, "Is this also special grade? It's completely different from the one Junpei and I encountered."
"It's special grade," Shiori put her fingertips on her chin, "but it's still just a cursed fetus."
"It's so weak." Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, "Leave it to you guys. This is a great opportunity to practice!"
Zenin Maki rolled her eyes. "I knew it. There's no such thing as a simple seaside training camp."
"Exorcism is part of the training, isn't it?" Gojo Satoru said with a smile, shaking his finger. "Don't complain, special-grade items are very rare."
Megumi Fushiguro squatted down, took out the cursed tools of Zenin Maki and Kugisaki Nobara from the shadows, and handed them to each of them.
"Don't move." Goujuanji shouted at the cursed fetus, and the figure under the white cloth suddenly stopped in place.
Panda switched to gorilla form, and his furry giant paws slapped towards the cursed fetus with the wind.
"Niwa Fist!" Yuji Itadori's fist wrapped in cursed power smashed forward.
A series of intensive attacks came down, and the cursed fetus was actually beaten to the point of vomiting something.
"Damn it!" Zenin Maki's eyes grew colder. "How many people has this cursed child eaten? The bones it vomited out could form a small mountain!"
117.
Gojo Satoru set up his tent before they could start fighting, then turned around, grabbed Shiori's wrist and led her out: "Let's go, there's nothing fun about children fighting."
Shiori looked back at the people who were about to take action, then turned to look at the person who was pulling her in front of her: "Is it really okay? After all, it's a special grade."
Gojo Satoru waved his hand and said, "That's absolutely fine. If something really happens, I'll take action."
The sun was shining outside the tent, and the waves were hitting the beach, splashing up fine white foam.
Shiori was sitting on a recliner applying sunscreen. She couldn't reach her back, and with her coat on, it was even harder, and she couldn't apply it evenly.
"Can't wipe it?" Gojo Satoru's voice came from above, "Let me help you."
"Then please." Shiori handed over the sunscreen, took off her coat, and lay down on the lounge chair, resting her chin in her arms.
The touch of her fingertips brushing against her back was incredibly clear, like a tiny electric current running through her. She buried her face deeper, her ear resting against her burning skin, and muttered, "I feel like a rich woman."
Gojo Satoru chuckled, "Then Shiori has to pay me."
Shiori tilted her head and asked, "What's the reward?"
He gently brushed aside the loose hair on the back of her neck, and his scent gradually approached.
"Satoru?!" Shiori wanted to turn around, but he held her shoulders.
His voice was right beside my ear, whispering, "I'm unhappy. What happened to those little brats just now? They stared at you for so long. Where's the Japanese sense of propriety? Where's their sense of boundaries?"
His breath swept across the side of her neck again, burning her so much that she winced. "As a reward, let me leave a mark here," he paused. "If Shiori wants to refuse, say so now, or I won't stop."
Shizhi reached out and grasped his shirt hem: "I didn't refuse..."
The moment his lips touched hers, her whole body went numb.
His kisses were light, one after another, landing on the most sensitive part of the neck. His breath sprayed on the skin, and it was surprisingly hot.
Finally, he stood up, his fingertips still gently stroking the pink skin, as if to confirm something: "I accept the reward."
Time seemed to stretch out endlessly. Shiori lay there, feeling as if she were being dragged into his boundless space. The sounds of the waves and wind around her became blurred, leaving only a buzzing and dizzy feeling in her head.
When she came to her senses, Gojo Satoru had already helped her put on her coat and was squatting beside the recliner with his chin propped up, staring at her.
The students over there also successfully exorcised the special-grade cursed spirit, and when they came back they were holding three pairs of swimming trunks.
Shiori sat up, unable to resist avoiding Gojo Satoru's overly direct gaze, and pointed at the swimming trunks and laughed: "Is this your trophy?"
Yuji Itadori scratched his head: "I found it on the beach when I came out of the tent."
Kugisaki Nobara slapped him on the back: "Don't pick up random things!"
"Excuse me." An orange-haired girl ran over, clutching a lifebuoy, and bowed cautiously to them. "These swimming trunks belong to my classmate. Can you give them back to me?"
Yuji Itadori quickly handed over the swimming trunks: "Oh! Here you go."
Shiori recognized her as the girl who had been riding a tandem bicycle on the street before. The bicycle was later bought by Gojo Satoru and was still parked in the parking lot of the technical high school.
"Thank you very much!" Sakura Chiyo thanked him repeatedly, turned around and rushed into the sea with her swimming trunks and lifebuoy in her arms, shouting as she ran: "Nozaki-kun! I'm here to save you!" As soon as she finished speaking, a wave hit her hard and rolled her further away.
Shiori looked at the orange head flopping in the sea and couldn't help but hold her forehead. This child clearly couldn't swim, so was it really okay to give her this job?
118.
In the evening after returning from the beach.
Shiori changed back into her casual clothes and turned half a circle in front of the mirror. The person in the mirror still had a light pink tint around his ears. She raised her hand and pressed the back of his neck. The skin beneath her fingertips seemed to still retain the warmth of his breath.
"What the hell is this..." She muttered to herself in the mirror.
She liked him, for sure, but wasn't that a little too much? She didn't refuse at the time, but looking back, that was clearly a sign that the relationship had taken a big step forward, right? But what step, exactly?
She wanted to ask someone.
The only couple in the high school, Kinji Hyō and Kirara Hoshi?
No way. It was too strange for a teacher to chase after a student to ask such a question. Besides, from what she knew about those two, they probably didn't understand the ambiguous relationship between adults.
Looking for a moth principal who has had marriage experience?
Even worse. Just imagining the principal holding Zhu Hai and listening to her confusion made her so ashamed that she wanted to pack up and run away from the high school immediately.
The sister you've been dating for six years?
Absolutely not. If her sister knew she was so close to Gojo Satoru, she would definitely ask when they were getting married. Just thinking about the barrage of questions from her family was enough to make her headache.
She lay on the table and flipped through the address book, her fingers sliding across the names, and suddenly stopped - Kashima Yu.
It is obvious that Kashima Yu is popular. Both boys and girls have a good relationship with her. It is obvious that she is someone with rich experience in relationships and understands the twists and turns of life.
Yes, it’s her!
Shiori sat up straight, tapping her fingers on the screen, deleting and revising several times before finally sending the message:
"Kashima-san, I'm sorry to bother you, but I have a question I'd like to ask you. I think you're quite popular, so you should know a lot about these things."
Less than two minutes after the message was sent, Kashima Yu replied: "Please go ahead, you're welcome~"
Shiori took a deep breath, her finger hovering over the screen. She couldn't just say, "I got kissed on the back of the neck by a white-haired guy, and now I'm not sure if it counts as a relationship." That would be too blunt. She thought for a moment, then decided to try a different angle, putting herself in Gojo Satoru's shoes.
"Well, let's say someone gets worried when they're not together and texts a lot asking questions. But when they meet, they can't stop staring at each other, finding it intriguing. They also constantly want to hold hands and walk together. What kind of relationship do you think that is?"
send.
Shiori slammed her phone down on the table, her heart pounding. She figured Kashima Yu would probably say something like, "You obviously like her," "This is definitely a sign of love," or "Go confess."
The phone vibrated.
She quickly picked up her phone, and a reply from Kashima Yu popped up on the screen. It contained only three words: "Motherly love."
"Okay, thank you Kashima-san."
She stared at the three words for a full half minute, wondering if the other party had typed them wrongly.
maternal love?
What mother would stare at her child in amusement? What mother would want to hold her child's hand for a walk? What mother would kiss her child on the back of the neck?
Huh? Wait!
It seems... there really are mothers who do these things? But Gojo Satoru is a boy. So... is that fatherly love?
She walked out of the room holding her cell phone. Everyone in the living room was busy preparing dinner.
As soon as she walked out of the room, Gojo Satoru came towards her and stuffed a can of strawberry milk into her hand.
Shiori took the milk and looked up at him: "Satoru."
Gojo Satoru reached out and poked her cheek: "What's wrong? You look so serious."
"Do you want to be my daddy?"
Gojo Satoru was stunned, his sunglasses sliding down to the tip of his nose, his eyes filled with surprise: "Huh?"
Shiori looked at his face so close to her and suddenly felt that it didn't matter what kind of feelings he had.
At least now, she was sure she wanted to hold his hand.
Shizhi reached out and took his hand as they walked towards the living room: "Go and help. You're a teacher, so you can't be lazy."
Gojo Satoru was pulled away by her, and he turned his head to look at her, muttering non-stop:
"I don't have this kind of hobby. What weird things are you thinking about all day long?"
"Possessed? Who's occupying your head now? Are you really Shiori?"
"You're really brave, you bastard!"
Shizhi listened to him rambling beside her, the corners of her mouth curled up quietly, and she said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, I am Shizhi, and I have not been possessed."
Like a cat with its fur standing on end, so cute.
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