Chapter 31
128.
Gojo Satoru's hand holding the ice cream stopped in mid-air.
"I know~" He pinched Shiori's cheek, "So you're proposing to me now? Sure, go back and write about marriage."
"What kind of wedding ceremony would you like, Shiori?" He continued, his fingertips gently rubbing her cheek. "If it's Japanese, those old men at home will definitely nag about it. Western style is also good. The wedding dress will definitely look beautiful on you, right?"
Shiori blinked, looking bewildered: "...Propose?"
She just wanted to express her feelings, why did the topic suddenly jump to marriage?
Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, dragging out the last line of his voice with a hint of teasing, "Hmm? You're saying you like me so seriously, aren't you proposing to me?"
"No!" Shiori waved her hands hurriedly and explained, "I wanted to ask you to date me."
Gojo Satoru was suddenly stunned.
The hand pinching her cheek suddenly stopped, as if he had heard something incredible. His sunglasses slid down the tip of his nose. He stared at her for a long time before he uttered a word from his throat: "Huh?"
He leaned in closer, his tone full of confusion: "Haven't we always been dating?"
Shiori was also stunned, her eyes wide open: "When did this happen? How come I didn't know about it?"
"Didn't I answer you properly on the day of the fireworks festival?" Gojo Satoru pouted in grievance. "I even ran to tell Jie and Nazko right away."
"And what do you really think of me?" He frowned slightly. "All the things I did to you were only done because we were in a relationship."
Shiori lowered her eyes and muttered softly, "I thought it was just some flirtatious exchange between adults."
What the hell...
It turns out that when Gojo Satoru said "I like it too" under the fireworks that day, he wasn't referring to the fireworks, but to her?
"Ha, I'm really going to laugh out loud." Gojo Satoru tapped her forehead lightly with his fingers. "Then I'll say it again, please listen carefully—"
"You are also my favorite person."
Shiori stared at her reflection in his eyes, her heart beating like a drum in her chest. It turned out that a human heartbeat could really be that loud.
She was so happy that she wanted to tell the whole world loudly that the person she liked also liked her.
She clenched the melting ice cream in her hand, took off his sunglasses with her other hand, and tilted her head back to kiss him.
She rubbed his warm lips gently, her movements awkward and clumsy, and the melted ice cream dripped down the edge of the cone onto the back of his hand.
Blushing, she pulled away, her eyes falling on the stain on the back of his hand. She quickly tried to grab a tissue: "The ice cream has melted."
Gojo Satoru glanced down, raised his hand nonchalantly, threw two ice creams that were about to melt into the trash can next to him, and then pulled her into his arms.
"Satoru?" Shiori bumped into his strong chest, and when she raised her head, her nose just brushed against his chin.
Gojo Satoru looked down at her, his thumb gently brushing her lips, his tone a bit dissatisfied and coquettish: "What was that just now? Was it a kiss from a child?"
Before she could react, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.
It was no longer the superficial touch she had just had. He lowered his head and deepened the kiss. His tongue, with the sweetness of ice cream, gently pried open her lips and lingered between her lips and teeth.
Before the sweetness between his lips and teeth faded, Gojo Satoru loosened his grip. Shiori's cheeks flushed, her hair on her forehead trembled slightly under his breath, and her eyes were a little dazed.
"Wu," she raised her hand and pressed her burning lips, thinking of the misunderstanding just now, "It's still too early to get married."
Gojo Satoru stroked the corner of her lips with his fingertips: "I'm so disappointed. I thought it was a proposal."
At this moment, an apologetic voice interrupted: "Sorry to bother you."
They both turned around at the same time and saw a girl with a camera on her back. She was holding a Polaroid photo in her hand and said in English with a shy smile, "I just saw you guys... I thought the picture was so beautiful that I couldn't help but take a picture. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you."
The photo showed the moment he bent down to kiss her. The crowd and street scene in the background were blurred, leaving only the two of them as the clearest focus in the picture.
Gojo Satoru took the photo, smiled at the girl, and replied in English: "Nice photo, thank you."
"No, you're welcome!" The girl was dazzled by his smile and waved her hands quickly, "Then I won't disturb you anymore. I wish you happiness!" After that, she walked away quickly.
"I'll keep it." Gojo Satoru stuffed the photo into Shiori's pocket and took her hand. "Let's go buy some new ice cream."
Shiori turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru beside her as he took the sunglasses from her hand and put them on. Suddenly, she leaned over and kissed him on the side of his cheek.
Gojo Satoru tilted his head and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
Shiori pursed her lips: "It's okay."
I just think it looks pretty and want to kiss it.
129.
In the lounge of Doha Hamad International Airport, Shiori was looking out the window with her chin in her hand, Gojo Satoru was sitting with his legs crossed and browsing his phone, and Yuta Otsutsuki was kneading plasticine with his head down.
The day before, they drove for more than three hours to the tribe to look for the black rope.
Miguel squatted beside the old woman and listened patiently for a long time. When he stood up, he shook his head helplessly: "That kind of thing is no longer available."
Gojo Satoru immediately sighed, "This is just a wasted trip."
Yuta Otsutsuki could only laugh dryly to smooth things over: "There's nothing we can do about it. At least we have the exact information."
Shiori didn't pay much attention to it. Her eyes had long been drawn to the pink little thing on the old woman's lap. "Mr. Miguel, what is that?"
"It's a local amulet." Miguel translated the old woman's words.
When Gojo Satoru heard this, he immediately squatted down in front of the old woman and said, "Can I buy this? I can't go back empty-handed. It would be nice to bring some souvenirs for the students."
Miguel negotiated with the old woman using gestures for a long time, and finally Gojo Satoru smiled and put all the pink mummies into his bag.
After leaving the tribe, they went to a winery. Shiori looked around at the bottles of wine and picked out a few that she planned to take back as souvenirs.
On the way back to the city, Gojo Satoru said to Miguel who was driving, "By the way, I want to take Yuta back to Japan with me. I'll leave the finishing touches here to you."
Miguel responded readily, "No problem, Youtai has done almost everything he should do."
Yuta Otsutsukota looked at Miguel a little embarrassedly: "Thank you for your help."
Shiori took the opportunity to invite Miguel: "Mr. Miguel, would you consider coming to Japan to become a sorcerer? There aren't many places overseas where you can use your abilities."
Gojo Satoru smiled and continued, "That's right~ We have a good system now, with high salary and stability, so consider it~"
Yuta Otsutsuki also nodded, his eyes full of anticipation.
Miguel glanced at Gojo Satoru, who was smiling brightly in the rearview mirror. The corners of his mouth twitched as he squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "... Spare me."
So Yuta followed them out of Cape Town. At this moment, the three of them were sitting in the lounge in Doha, waiting for the flight to Tokyo.
Gojo Satoru handed his phone to Yuuta Otsutsukotsu. On the screen was the information sent by Mechamaru: "So what Yuuta has to do next is to wait in the Kiku."
Otsukotsu Yuta blinked and asked, "Do you want me to exorcise the invading cursed spirit?"
"No need." Gojo Satoru shook his finger.
Seeing the confusion on Yuta's face, Shiori explained, "Besides the special-grade cursed spirits and some incompetent curse casters, there's also an unidentified individual involved. Even Mechamaru doesn't know who he is."
Gojo Satoru added, "So I need Yuta to accidentally let the thieving cursed spirit go." He tapped his chin and said, "Well, beating it until three-quarters of it is dead is enough. I have to leave it enough breath to escape."
Otsutsukota frowned slightly. "Then Sukuna's finger and the Nine Phase Diagram... are you going to let him take them too?"
"There's only one Sukuna finger left." Gojo Satoru smiled even more cunningly. "You have to give some sweet things so that the person hiding behind will show up. Besides, there are still some things that need to be done by this cursed spirit."
Yuta Otsutsuki nodded: "I understand."
130.
The plane landed in Tokyo. As the three of them collected their luggage and prepared to head for the exit, Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and muttered, "I wonder if anyone will be watching us. Will they change their plans if they see Yuta?"
Shiori's eyes lit up, and she tugged at Gojo Satoru's sleeve: "How about we change Yuta's clothes and go our separate ways."
Yuta Otsutsukota looked embarrassed: "I only have uniforms in my luggage."
"Go to the corner over there, I'll try the magic." Shiori pulled him and walked to a secluded place. She flipped her wrist and a small flashlight appeared out of thin air.
——【Shrinking Flashlight】can shrink any object.
The moment the beam of light swept past, Yuta Okkotsu's figure shrank back little by little.
Shiori held the palm-sized little figure in her palm, her eyes sparkling: "Wow! So cute! Yuta looks like a moving figurine now!"
She cautiously leaned closer, "Can I touch Yuta's head? Just for a moment, okay?"
Yuta shrank his body and said softly, "Of course."
"Hey, hey! The ritual only takes five minutes." Gojo Satoru reached out and picked up the little figure, stuffing it into his shirt pocket. "We have to hurry to the car area to act separately. Yuta will go to the teacher's pocket first~"
"Wu! Please let me touch it first!" Shiori stamped her feet anxiously.
Gojo Satoru smiled and took her hand, dragging the luggage forward: "Okay, okay, business is more important."
Once they reached the boarding area, the three of them split up. Shiori and Gojo Satoru boarded a taxi first, while Otsutsukotsu would leave in half an hour. He wouldn't be heading back to the high school directly, but would be waiting at the foot of the mountain, not showing up until the exchange meeting began.
In the taxi, Gojo Satoru curled up his long legs, put his head on Shiori's legs, and said with a smile: "You can touch it now."
Shiori was stunned: "What are you touching?"
Gojo Satoru pointed to his head and said, "Head, don't you want to touch it? Come on, touch it."
Shiori looked at his face so close, then glanced at the driver in the front seat. The driver coughed softly, and the look he gave her in the rearview mirror was a bit mischievous. She sighed helplessly.
Can this be the same?
She raised her hand and ruffled his soft hair, but... he's also cute when he's jealous, Wu.
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