Chapter 175: A madman and a madman are the best match

This time when Gojo Satoru came to the dessert shop for dinner, he did not cause a big commotion like he did in the commercial street before. Perhaps it was because this small town was not as prosperous as the central city, and there were fewer people in the world of spellcasting.

Although this town is located below the Jujutsu High School, in reality, most sorcerers who come to the vicinity will not stay here - they either go directly up the mountain to the high school, or leave directly to their mission destination.

...Perhaps this is the truth that the most dangerous place is also the safest place. Jiang Lai's imagination ran wild for a moment.

Gojo Satoru had no awareness of being a wanted curser, and just like before in the commercial street, he chose a small round table facing the window.

After he sat down, he leaned back comfortably and waved to Jiang Lai: "Here~"

Jiang Lai walked forward, then stopped, and his eyes silently moved downward.

I saw her long legs stretched out in front of the small round table in a very casual and unrestrained posture.

"Oh, sorry." Noticing Jiang Lai's gaze, Gojo Satoru retracted his naturally stretched long legs, "I'm used to occupying the entire area under the table by myself."

Jiang Lai: ...showing off long legs, is it intentional or accidental? .jpg

The complaining emoticon flashed by, and Jiang Lai quickly collected his thoughts.

As the strongest, Gojo Satoru is used to living alone.

When he was a high school teacher, he would occasionally dine with his colleagues, friends, and students. After becoming a curser, he lived completely alone.

Jiang Lai knew clearly that Gojo Satoru had invited him this time just on impulse - or maybe it was his subconscious mind that was at work. Gojo Satoru himself might also be confused as to why he wanted to treat a stranger.

Thoughts were flowing in his mind, but Jiang Lai's face showed no special expression. He smoothed the hem of his navy blue kimono and sat down calmly.

Gojo Satoru held the menu in one hand and a ballpoint pen in the other, marking the small boxes behind the names of the desserts while saying, "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm fine with either." Jiang Lai didn't know much about desserts, and when he was with Gojo Satoru, he would always share the desserts with him.

So Jiang Lai simply said, "Same as you, but halve the quantity. Because the types you choose are usually too sweet, and I can't eat too much."

——It is a very familiar communication between friends.

After Jiang Lai finished speaking, he realized that he had accidentally and instinctively treated the other party with the same attitude as before.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Gojo Satoru, thinking that he would give him a false smile, make a few mocking remarks about "being too familiar and paranoid", or start to suspect that he had collected intelligence in advance and had bad intentions.

After all, they didn't know each other here.

However, Gojo Satoru did not show any special reaction. He calmly picked up the pen and drew a few lines on the paper, then nodded and said, "Okay, got it."

This normal attitude made Jiang Lai pause slightly, and he relaxed his tense mind that was just ready to face the sharp words.

The white-haired man waved to the waiter next to him and handed over the marked menu.

This dessert shop takes dessert orders very quickly. Before long, plates of exquisite and beautiful desserts were served on the small round table.

The ice cream cream fell on his lips and tongue and turned into a refreshing coolness. While eating the dessert, Jiang Lai glanced at Gojo Satoru opposite him with his peripheral vision.

The white-haired man seemed to be focusing on the dessert.

The pure black eye mask covered the beautiful six eyes that were unique in the two worlds. His slender fingers had distinct joints. Although he was clearly cutting cakes, he looked like he was playing a musical instrument, and the movements of his hands flipping were very beautiful.

Gojo Satoru did not speak on his own initiative, and Jiang Lai did not speak either.

The two of them sat quietly in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window of the dessert shop.

The air is filled with a delicate aroma, as if you are immersed in a sea of ​​candies. The dessert shop plays soothing light music, which makes people relax involuntarily.

...It's a rare peaceful moment for them. Jiang Lai lowered his eyelids. It was a little unexpected.

When we met in the shopping street not long ago, the other party's attitude was still a mixture of indifference and vigilance, and we almost came to blows in the end. Only half a day later, we were able to sit together and eat dessert?

The pace of this familiarization process is a bit too fast.

Gojo Satoru is a person who is warm on the outside but cold on the inside. He usually appears to be cheerful and aloof, but in fact, there are only a few names that he truly cares about.

The reflection of human beings is too small in those vast and blue eyes.

Logically speaking, the other party was not the kind of person who would invite a stranger to dinner. Therefore, when Jiang Lai agreed, he thought that the other party was trying to test his intelligence information.

However, during the time they sat there, they did not communicate at all.

Jiang Lai held the dessert fork, feeling a rare sense of confusion in his heart.

At this time, Gojo Satoru across from him finally stopped focusing on his dessert and tilted his head slightly, saying leisurely, "This time the avocado ice cream cake tastes a little different from last time. It doesn't seem to be particularly sweet."

"Isn't this sweet? It's so sweet that you want to drink water after taking a bite." Jiang Lai responded to his friend subconsciously. He also had this cake, and after taking two or three bites, he found it too sweet, so he put it aside.

"Is it that exaggerated? I was thinking of asking the waiter for more sugar." After saying this, Gojo Satoru turned sideways and waved with a smile, "Hey~ Miss waiter over there, please give me another can of self-refill sugar - the one here has been eaten by the gentleman opposite me, so there is not enough~"

Jiang Lai: “?”

Jiang Lai retreated tactically: "... Wait, who ate it all?!"

Gojo Satoru laughed, swinging his legs slightly, looking nonchalant.

Jiang Lai's eyes were half-mooned, and he put down the dessert fork and picked it up again.

This mode of interaction seemed familiar, and Jiang Lai realized belatedly that it was like the interaction between good friends.

——It won’t be awkward to accompany each other quietly, it won’t be boring to chat about daily topics, and it won’t really get mad at each other. And so on.

Could it be that Gojo Satoru has remembered...? !

This thought popped up in an instant, making Jiang Lai happy, but then he quickly calmed down.

No, that doesn't seem right.

If the other party really remembered the past, they would not still be trapped in this forked world of Zhuang Zhou Xiaomeng - the existence of this world is the result of Gojo Satoru's firm belief that this place is real.

...Then why does the other party have such an attitude?

Jiang Lai's eyes fell on the white-haired man in front of him who was waving to the waiter. He still looked as leisurely as usual, but from the side view at this moment, the smile at the corner of his lips seemed a little fleeting.

Jiang Lai stared at each other silently.

As a six-eyed person, Gojo Satoru could naturally notice Jiang Lai's sight. He did not turn his head and said in a raised tone: "What's wrong, do you mind the joke just now?"

Jiang Lai paused for a second and did not reply. Instead, he asked abruptly, "Why did you treat me to dessert?"

"Well, didn't you ask me to treat you?" Gojo Satoru held his chin with one hand and placed his index finger on the side of his lips.

"I mean, why would you agree?" Jiang Lai asked.

"Like I said before, of course I'm in a good mood~" Gojo Satoru replied with a smile, shrugging his shoulders, and said, "You think it's unreasonable? I never care about being reasonable when doing things."

Jiang Lai's brown eyes were as calm as water. He looked silently at the white-haired man in front of him without answering.

For a moment, the only sound in the air was the melodious pure music from the dessert shop, and none of them spoke.

After a moment of silence, Gojo Satoru put down his hand from his lips and said, "Okay."

He had an inexplicable smile on his lips, and spread his hands, "You are delusional, and I am crazy. Don't you think it's suitable for us to have a meal together?"

Being called delusional again, Jiang Lai's attention was not here. He was concerned about the second half of the sentence - the other party actually called himself "delusional"? ?

Although these words are wrapped in a certain kind of sarcasm and joke, there is some weird and real madness in them.

Jiang Lai's expression froze.

This... does Gojo Satoru mean to invite me to destroy Kyoto together?

Jiang Lai's hand holding the dessert fork tightened slightly. He had not yet figured out how to deal with the upcoming Kyoto incident on Sunday.

However, Gojo Satoru did not extend the invitation. He just leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly, and looked out the window.

Jiang Lai followed the other person's gaze and looked into the distance - in the distance were overlapping mountain shadows and forests.

But beyond the shadow of the mountain and the trees, there stands the Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

It was at this moment that Jiang Lai seemed to realize the real reason why Gojo Satoru invited them to dinner.

It wasn't because I was in a good mood, nor was it to invite Jiang Lai to join me. It was just a simple, literal "meal together".

The Kyoto incident, which has not yet happened, can be foreseen to be grand and tragic no matter what the outcome is, because of the existence of the strongest curser Gojo Satoru and the high probability that the two-faced Sukuna will be brought out by the higher-ups.

Jiang Lai's eyelashes fluttered gently.

Ieiri Shoko's voice seemed to echo in my ears: "If madness has no end, it will devour even the self."

Before such a battle, Gojo Satoru came to the small town below the familiar school, found the dessert shop that he loved the most during the high school period, and even treated Jiang Lai, who he was not familiar with, and just now he treated him like a friend -

Maybe, probably... the other party wanted to recall the past one last time before going crazy.

At the current situation of the Forked Road Tower, Gojo Satoru can no longer invite the symbols of youth, such as Geto Kagome and Naoko Ieiri, nor can he invite his former friends and students. This will bring trouble to them.

Jiang Lai, this delusional, strange, and powerful "friend", is undoubtedly a suitable candidate.

Because he suffers from paranoia, he will cooperate with these friends. Because they are strangers, he does not have to worry about revealing hesitation and weakness in expressing his true feelings. Because he is powerful, he will not be controlled and retaliated against by the higher-ups.

So we can be the last companions - having a peaceful meal together before the mad storm hits.

In front of us, the dessert meal has come to an end.

Gojo Satoru wiped his hands with a wet towel, and having already gathered his emotions, he returned to his distant attitude with a layer of ice between them, and his every move was casual and nonchalant.

He had already paid in advance and was planning to just get up and leave.

Jiang Lai called out to him at this moment: "Wait for me."

Gojo Satoru paused for a moment, turned slightly to the side, and looked at Jiang Lai.

The black-haired young man in a navy blue kimono also stood up, holding a thin book in his hand. He raised his brown eyes and said, "I know you are going to Kyoto next."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows under his eye mask. He didn't ask Jiang Lai how he knew. He just raised his tone slightly and said slowly: "So you want to stop me?"

"No." Jiang Lai said.

He added in his mind: At least not now.

Jiang Lai stared at the white-haired man in front of him with a bright smile on his face: "I am delusional, and you are crazy - in this case, not only are we suitable to have a meal together, but we are also suitable to travel together."

He took the initiative to suggest a partnership.

Jiang Lai frowned, holding the book to his lips: "After all... madmen and madmen are the best match, aren't they?"