Chapter 108 He is less than 1.6 meters tall. What could he do wrong?

Chapter 108 He is less than 1.6 meters tall. What could he do wrong?

Late at night, Gojo Satoru was awakened by an unusual feeling.

The six eyes are not controllable, and the huge amount of information can only be filtered manually. Although he chose not to see it, he was no different when sleeping than when he had his eyes open.

Having six eyes means being unable to stop collecting information, means being able to see through things, and means that as long as he wants, everyone's privacy no longer exists.

When a huge amount of cursed energy exploded in Geto Suguru's room, it was like someone setting off fireworks right next to his face for Gojo Satoru. He was awakened by the shock for the first time in his life.

The huge amount of cursed energy accumulated layer by layer in a very short period of time, and he could see the intense light without the need for perspective. The moment he woke up, he focused his attention on Geto Suguru's room.

No malicious incidents occurred.

This time, the cursed power did not appear out of thin air like before, but was completely generated by himself and belonged to him.

Nightmare?

He knew that some people's cursed energy would fluctuate when they had nightmares, but with such a huge fluctuation, how terrifying would this nightmare be?

Some things must be clarified.

Knock on the window and carry the person downstairs. The young man, who looked pale but still had some energy during the day, now had all the remaining energy gone. He sat there anxiously, with his golden eyes drooping on the ground, not speaking, like a prisoner awaiting trial.

Is he that scary? It's like this day and night.

He's not that fierce, is he?

Gojo Satoru was a little annoyed. Many people looked at him with malicious fear or expectation and dependence, but he knew very well that Sengenmaku was not afraid of him at all, nor did he have any intentions towards him. He was simply avoiding him, which made him particularly unhappy.

Is he less reliable than Weird Bangs?

Gritting his teeth, Gojo Satoru lowered his head and looked for a while, analyzing Sengenmaku's body in detail. In addition to the surging cursed power, the vague sense of familiarity that had affected him throughout the day became more distinct under close contact.

Is he nervous?

But he didn't do anything to him, he thought.

I just felt that there seemed to be something familiar in this person's body, so I wanted to get closer.

Maybe his means were a little bit bad, but not really that bad. Why did he approach everyone else but avoid him?

He meant no harm.

Very rarely, he looked subtly depressed.

However, this frustration only lasted for a tiny moment. Instead of blaming himself, Gojo Satoru quickly adjusted his mentality by attacking others.

Damn dwarf, just wait for him!

He was not hated!

**

To Chiganmaku's surprise, although Gojo Satoru's attitude was cold and bad, his behavior was somewhat gentle.

He thought he was going to be beaten, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Gojo Satoru was taken away from the window and sat on a chair next to the vending machine. He was in a hurry and only wore gray pajamas without even slippers. He opened the door with no lower limit.

Chijianmu sat on a chair with his knees hugged, and saw Gojo Satoru looking at the vending machine for a while, then smashed the outer shell of the vending machine with a punch and took out two cans of iced sweet milk.

The milky white bottle waved in front of his eyes, and Qian Jianmu took it. His wet pajamas were cooled by the wind, and when he touched the icy milk, he couldn't help but get goose bumps. His eyes were still fixed on the broken vending machine.

"This one is too old. I'll have someone send a new one tomorrow."

With a click, the can opened and Gojo Satoru raised his head and drank it.

Oh my god, Gojo Satoru was actually explaining to him...

It was early morning, the darkest time. The street lights only illuminated the heads of the two people. One was standing, while the other was sitting. The atmosphere was tense and silent.

"What's wrong with you? Curse power."

At this time, Sengenmaku, who had not yet fully recovered from his shock, noticed his own cursed power.

His reason came back to him and he calmly analyzed his situation.

He has a body that is sensitive to cursed energy, very sensitive.

The increase in spell power will not make people feel physical discomfort, and the sorcerer will not see the dark world he sees. He was just too sensitive. All the added effects of the cursed energy were infinitely magnified on him, and the wind felt like a dull pain like a knife cutting his skin.

From the moment we are born, we are inevitably consumed by all kinds of emotions, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. Under the accumulation of great joy and sorrow, people will naturally develop resistance to the emotions themselves. The younger they are, the more uncontrollably they cry and make a fuss; the older they are, the harder it is for them to feel distinct joy and sorrow. In addition to the growth that comes with age, a very important part of human maturity is the development of resistance to emotions.

However, Qian Jianmu's calmness was not due to resistance, but because he had never experienced such intense emotions. Although his memory was incomplete, he instinctively thought that this was his innate trait, and he might not have experienced extreme joy or sorrow since he was a child.

Therefore, his resistance to negative emotions is probably not as good as that of a child.

These negative emotions accumulated in his brain and stimulated his body all the time. So under such intense stimulation, it was normal for him to recall past events in the form of dreams.

Then the cursed power exploded and directly filled up his deficit.

From this perspective, whether one's cursed power is rich or not is also related to one's emotional sensitivity to a certain extent.

A child can see the eyes of ghosts, perhaps because his emotional sensitivity fluctuates greatly and the cursed power generated in a short period of time allows him to see cursed spirits; hearing strange noises or seeing the figure of a family member after a family member dies may be due to excessive sadness. However, ordinary people's bodies cannot collect cursed energy, so this fear is fleeting.

A sorcerer's future strength can be seen from his youth, probably because his emotional resistance is not that high during youth, making it easiest for him to accumulate spell power. As people grow older and their resistance increases, the power of the spells casters has basically been finalized, and all that remains is to hone their combat prowess and physical skills.

However, this does not mean that he is strong enough to become a chosen sorcerer.

Qianjianmu observed the speed of the magic power replenishment. After waking up from the nightmare, his emotions returned to zero again. Even because the 'unaffiliated' magic power that interfered with him was diluted and assimilated, his magic power growth rate returned to the thickness of a hair.

...He probably really doesn't fit in with the world of sorcery.

In a world where fists are used for fighting, even if he fits in, he can't just rush over and fight someone in real life kombat. No matter where you put it, he doesn't quite fit in.

I really want to go back to Yokohama.

He secretly complained in his heart that he really wanted to go back to Yokohama.

He knew he was a little emotional, and the feeling was subtle and complicated, a little frustrated and a little sad.

He thought aggrievedly that Yokohama would never encounter such troubles. He had been away from Yokohama for a long time. When could he return to his daily life?

“…”

"Don't be in a daze, I'm asking."

Liuyan was not in a good mood. He took two sips, and the sugar soothed his tense nerves. He turned around and sat next to him.

The young man's body was very hot. Qian Jianmu could feel the heat from a distance. The aftermath of the nightmare had not yet dissipated, and this soothing warmth calmed him down a little.

"It was a nightmare."

"I didn't ask that."

Realizing that his tone was a bit aggressive, Gojo Satoru frowned, adjusted himself, opened his mouth, and blurted out the question he had prepared before:

"What happened yesterday? The sudden appearance of cursed energy?"

Tsk, that's not what he wanted to ask.

Gojo Satoru frowned secretly.

Qian Jianmu was silent for a moment.

Now that there were only two of them, he didn't see the point in hiding it from Gojo Satoru, but he didn't know how to be more straightforward.

Sure enough, it was too bad to meet them at this time, and he didn't have enough information yet.

He picked and chose what to say, but the excessively long silence made Gojo Satoru raise an eyebrow and sneer:

"Forget it."

Qian Jianmu raised his head and met those beautiful blue eyes.

So beautiful! These were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, as if they encompassed the boundless sky and sea, bright and deep, and penetrating the past and the future. Those eyes looked at him quietly, calmly, peacefully, and quietly.

"It's not that I'm not saying it, it's just that I'm choosing what to say." Qian Jianmu said.

"I won't force you. Instead of being picky and trying to deceive me, it's better to let me guess on my own." The young man's voice was clear, and no emotion could be heard from it.

"I am not from this world. The power of transformation is my ability. I did not lie to you about this." Qian Jianmu said.

However, Gojo Satoru just leaned back, looked at the sky, and spoke calmly.

"Oh, I know."

He had no intention of asking further. Gojo Satoru believed his own eyes more than other people's explanations.

In Gojo Satoru's system of understanding, face is not important. If you don't force yourself to filter and don't focus on the surface, to everyone, Gojo Satoru is just a walking human figure, similar to a human meridian map.

It's actually quite scary, because when Gojo Satoru sees a person, the first thing he sees is always the cursed energy in the body. Most of the time, he doesn't even notice ordinary people, because ordinary people have too little cursed energy, so he always turns a blind eye to them.

The entire process of Sengenmaku adjusting the cursed energy was eerily clear to Gojo Satoru. He was watching it the whole time. Gojo Satoru watched for as long as Sengenmaku adjusted his cursed energy.

Whether this was his first time using cursed power, Gojo Satoru only needed to watch for a while to figure it out. He didn't think that this person, who was completely unfamiliar with the use of cursed energy, could really prepare any conspiracy or tricks.

He and Geto Suguru agreed to bring the person back to the high school when they went to the convenience store.

Geto Suguru thought that it might not be prudent to just let the person go, so Gojo Satoru took the opportunity to suggest keeping the person, but his action basically determined the outcome.

Yaga Masamichi will not bring just anyone back to the high school. Gojo Satoru's decision is, to some extent, the decision of everyone.

Therefore, Gojo Satoru's attention to a person who was already considered to be not dangerous was purely out of an inexplicable sense of intimacy. That sense of intimacy was very strange, as if he had encountered a ray of oxygen in a suffocating world and found a trace of resonance.

He didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

Hearing him say this, Qian Jianmu didn't know what to say. He raised his head and said jokingly:

"In fact, I have seen you thirteen years later."

“…No wonder you seemed to know me. Thirteen years later…28 years old?” Gojo Satoru perked up a little.

"yes."

"So what is he doing? Did he crush Old Orange?"

"It's a high school teacher. He's a little embarrassed, but he's going to crush Old Orange soon."

"Tsk, that's lame."

He didn't understand and didn't think it was fake, but he didn't take it too seriously either. It was like he was watching another life of his own.

It’s like the 28-year-old Gojo Satoru doesn’t think that the person he is after time goes back is himself.

No matter who he was in the last second or who he is in the next second, no matter who he is young or old, for Gojo Satoru, the most important thing is always the present moment.

This is Gojo Satoru.

Infected by his confidence and pride, Qian Jianmu felt a little relieved, and he even looked up at the sky. Tokyo Jujutsu High School is located in the suburbs. There are many stars and the night sky is bright.

The wind was a little cold, but Gojo Satoru was sitting in the wind and felt very hot.

This is actually a very beautiful world, he thought.

He forgot how he fell asleep.

Nightmares cannot be called sleep. He woke up exhausted before, and after the pressing nightmare, he suddenly realized that he was in a world where he could relax and rest. The accumulated sleepiness invaded his mind, and even his vigilance stopped working a little. He didn't know how he was brought back to Gojo Satoru's room.

All I know is that when I woke up the next day, it was bright outside.

He heard a knock at the door.

The young man next to him shouted "Who is it?" in annoyance and went to open the door. When the door was opened, Qian Jianmu sensed a strange atmosphere.

...Ah, wait...

He heard a sneer.

"Good morning, Gojo-san?"

Wearing black plaid pajamas, Geto Xia Yu leaned against the door with a fake smile, looking at the confused Chijianmaku. For some reason, his eyes were filled with a subtle sense of disappointment, and he once again pointed his spearhead at Gojo Satoru:

"Reliable Gojo-san, can you explain why Chima-san is in your room?"

"…Isn't this weird? He was sleepy and you fell asleep!" Gojo Satoru didn't quite understand.

"If he is sleepy and I fall asleep, can you take him away?" Xia Yujie's smile became even colder, and his condemning eyes fell on Gojo Satoru, as if he was looking at a scumbag.

Gojo Satoru couldn't believe it.

"He fell asleep on his own! I was kind enough to bring him back!"

"Did he go to find you on his own?" Xia Yujie asked with a smile.

“…It was indeed me who went to find him.” Gojo Satoru thought for a moment and stated.

"Sneak into someone else's room and steal the sleeping person." Xia Youjie's eyes were hard to describe: "Are you a pervert?"

"Ah? Who went to your room?" Gojo Satoru still didn't get it.

"Why would he leave if you didn't come?"

"It was indeed me who found him, and it was indeed me who brought him back when he was asleep, but I felt something was not right. I just brought the sleeping classmate back because I was afraid of disturbing you."

Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru with a new perspective.

"Don't you really think you're a pervert?"

"No! I went out to chat with him, so is there a problem if I brought him back after he fell asleep?" Gojo Satoru was questioned and meowed loudly in grievance.

"First of all, you actually bullied new students at night." Xia Youjie said with great sorrow: "Secondly, taking a step back, even if he took the initiative to go with you, don't you think your behavior is no different from going to someone else's room and stealing a sleeping person back home?"

He pointed at the thousand curtains:

"He's so weak! What could he do wrong? He can't beat you!"

The white-haired boy in pajamas scratched his head. He was not fully awake, and he did not argue with Geto Suguru too seriously. His white hair stood up, and he muttered impatiently:

"You make it sound like I really stole the person back."

"Haha." Xia Youjie made a sarcastic sound.

"It's not what you think anyway!"

"abnormal."

"Hey! Can you please be reasonable?!"

"Scum."

"Want to fight? Come on!"

"Go out and fight?"

"Go out and fight!"

“…”

Chikanmaku, who had already sat up, said: …

Witnessing the whole process, the two passionate teenagers ignored him and started quarreling. They watched two boys in pajamas, one in black and one in white, fighting outside early in the morning. Chibamu watched the outrageous fighting effects outside the window with a blank and numb expression for a while. After a long time, he slowly lay back.

He closed his eyes amid the rumbling sound of explosions.

It seems like I'm still dreaming.

Sleep a little longer.

**

"…Eat the Cursed Jade?"

Holding the sandwich, Ieiri Nozomi opened her eyes wide:

"He ate the Curse Spirit Jade last night? He is also a Curse Spirit Manipulator?"

After a fierce fight in the morning and a punch from Yaga Masamichi, Geto Suguru was still arguing with Gojo Satoru. It was not a big deal, but the two of them were arguing more and more and more confused. In the end, Chigenmaku didn't even know what they were arguing about.

Hearing the voice of Ieori Nishiko, Xia Yujie took a look and said hesitantly:

"In fact, I vomited it out before I ate it."

It seemed that Chigenmaku just wanted to taste it, and after putting it in his mouth, he spit it out with a "whoosh".

"But then I completely lost consciousness..."

Then her expression went blank. She looked at him for a while and said she was going to sleep, with an expression as if she was shocked to the point of losing her mind.

Xia Youjie felt that he should take a great responsibility for Chijianmaku's reaction, so he took the initiative to give up his bed. As a result, when he opened his eyes in the morning, oh my god, where is my child? It must have been stolen by the white-haired guy next door. Let’s go over and settle the score.

After listening to the whole process last night, and seeing that Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru were talking about custody (? ) again, Ieiri Shoko felt that she understood. She held back her laughter, made a small bite in the sandwich, and nudged Chimamu with her elbow.

"What does the Curse Jade smell like?"

"...It's better for you to finish eating." Qian Jianmu said kindly.

Jiaru Nitrozi listened to the advice and stopped asking questions, and started to chew on it seriously.

Eating the Cursed Jade was just a sudden idea that came to Qian Jianmu's mind. At that time, he had not yet clearly realized how sensitive he was.

His body can also produce spiritual power. Even though his talent is a little weaker than that of Geto Suguru, the same spiritual power-based physique will bring them similar side effects. Even though he may be in pain, he will not die. It will be enough for him to collect information about taste. Unfortunately, he did not have Geto Suguru's incredible Shikigami-like talent. After eating the Curse Jade, he did not subdue it but digested it.

In fact, Chiganmaku is very patient. His tolerance threshold for pain, taste and smell is very high. He can eat Dazai Osamu's food without changing his expression, so he doesn't think there will be any problem.

How bad can it be?

Of course, at this moment, he didn't realize how sensitive he really was (emphasis added).

The moment he ate it, his mouth was filled with a sour and rancid stench that was a hundred times more unpalatable than anything Xia Yujie had ever tasted. Combined with the non-solid, slippery, and soft surface of the Cursed Spirit Jade, it gave him the visual sensation of a tongue kiss with a monster. It was like a dump truck rumbling through his mind, turning into the most severe mental attack that Qian Jianmu had ever suffered in his life, and piercing directly into his brain. (in one breath)

Then his brain short-circuited.

After that, he relied entirely on his reason and body to act independently, but in fact he had lost consciousness.

To be honest, even if he tried to recall it now, his brain's self-protection mechanism would prevent him from remembering what had happened. But based on the impression he had from before, he felt that this was not a topic that should be discussed during dinner.

The cook in the cafeteria of the technical high school is also a sorcerer, but his spells are of little use. They are probably used to keep ingredients fresh and make the food taste better. On the battlefield, the best he can do is to make his own corpse fresher. Although his magic skills were completely incapable of being used in battle, he did not give up completely. Instead, he practiced cooking and lived peacefully in the technical high school, serving this group of sorcerers diligently 24 hours a day. He was one of the neglected behind-the-scenes workers.

There are many people like this who work silently because their techniques are not lethal enough. They are very reliable logistics workers. Even Gojo Satoru wouldn't say anything to him. After all, if Gojo Satoru wanted to eat cake, the chef would really make it for him.

Recently the chef is even trying to learn how to make milk tea, starting with cake milk tea, which Gojo Satoru is very much looking forward to.

The sandwiches made by Ieiri Nozomi are also freshly made by the chef in the morning. Young boys have big appetites, and girls cannot eat greasy food, so her sandwiches contain a lot of vegetables and fruits. The tender green leaves are dotted with water droplets, and the tomatoes are peeled and sandwiched between the soft bread, bright red.

Chijianmu had just arrived and wasn't very familiar with the taste, so we gave him the normal version, but also gave him an extra packet of milk for him to drink during class.

When Chijianmu bit the straw and drank up the milk, Ieiri Nozomi also finished eating. Gojo Satoru drank Geto Suguru's breakfast, which was a huge portion, and they were arguing the whole time, so he ate very slowly.

"So, what does it smell like?"

Seeing him fold the milk cartons, Ieichiro Nishiko asked impatiently.

"After eating it, the brain is empty." Chimamu thought for a moment and said, "My metaphor is not very clean. Xiayou Jie may find a polite metaphor."

While listening to the two people talking, Xia Youjie was cueed and looked sideways. Xia Youjie was subtly in a dilemma.

“It’s not particularly bad, is it?”

"Then describe it." Ieiri Naoko looked at Suguru Geto with sparkling eyes.

At this moment, Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru, the two guys with big appetites, hadn't finished eating yet, but it didn't matter since the girls had finished eating anyway, and they were still arguing.

With a subtle bad mentality and a strange sense of relief, Xia Yujie described it as follows:

"It smells like a vomit-wiping rag."

And because of the characteristics of the Curse Jade, when you eat it, the surface is smooth and soft, but you can't bite it, and your throat won't be scratched. But I always feel that this taste makes the Curse Jade more disgusting.

In the background, Gojo Satoru silently put down his chopsticks, and Geto Suguru pretended not to see it.

Qianjianmakumu chuckled with a frown on his face:

"I think you're used to it."

"Oh?" Ieiri Shoko turned her head and looked at Chimamu again. Her expression was very strange, probably the embodiment of something disgusting yet exciting.

"Then what do you think it tastes like?" Xia Yujie was also a little curious.

"It smells like the stinky rag that was used to wipe the vomit of a drunken middle-aged man with bad breath, then covered with rotten kitchen waste and dried in the shade for more than ten days and then fermented. It's still wet."

“……”There is no need to be so detailed.

Xia Yujie couldn't eat anymore. He covered his forehead with one hand and put the chopsticks back silently.

This sentence made everyone lose their smiles at the same time. Gojo Satoru's mind was already blank. The four of them stared at each other in silence for a while, and finally Ieiri Shoko said:

"Go to class."

"good."

"Um."

"I've been waiting for a long time!"

His attitude in class is more positive than ever before, and Geto Suguru is really a tough guy.

Today's class is a cultural class.

Technical colleges also have cultural courses. No matter what, if they really don't teach any high school knowledge, the cultural level of these people is only that of a junior high school student, which is not right.

However, there are not many teachers in the school, and Yega Zhengdao, as the class teacher, also has to go on missions. When he is free, he teaches students important knowledge himself. When he is not free, teachers from other grades take his place.

But the substitute teachers are actually all sorcerers as well. Most of the teachers at the technical high school are civilian sorcerers discovered by the technical high school. They belong to the civilian technical high school faction, and eighty to ninety percent of them are originally students of the technical high school.

There is a paradox here, that is, most of the teachers in technical colleges are also students of technical colleges, and they did not receive proper high school education. The cultural level of the entire sorcery world has collapsed into a black hole generation after generation.

When Qian Jianmu was sitting in the classroom, facing the substitute teacher who was a little cautious and reserved because of the Six-Eyed God Child, and who tried hard but taught high school knowledge very superficially, Qian Jianmu, who had never received such low-quality teaching, fell into deep thought.

The extremely strict education he received since childhood made it completely impossible for him to imagine how this kind of teaching could help people learn anything.

He respected the teaching habits of different places. When Akutagawa Ryunosuke went to study, he actually studied his class schedule and even bought a copy of the textbook to read. It was actually okay as basic education. After all, ordinary people didn't need to build spaceships.

However, he couldn't understand the course progress of the technical college.

What kind of people do technical colleges want to cultivate?

A muscled gorilla with a mental disorder?

After finishing the day's classes, when he received his identity certificate and student status certificate, and even his student ID card as a second-level sorcerer in the afternoon, Qian Jianmu was once again shocked.

Even if Gojo Satoru could help him avoid most of the troubles, he didn't think he could obtain the identity so easily.

What about the directorate’s investigation? What about the government’s observation? What about the troubles of the Gojo family?

It was only the second day, and the entire process took less than 36 hours, and his identity was confirmed?

Gojo Satoru is just a 15-year-old boy. How could he possibly block all outside investigations? So is there no one investigating him at all?

Qian Jianmu was shocked and dazed.

Anyone with a little bit of reasoning ability wouldn't just ignore him, right? Even if he is incredibly weak, you can't just let him go like that, right?

At least someone ask him!

turn out to be……

It's not the college's fault?

Is this the same level across the world?

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