Chapter 123: You are so good at giving birth to children, why don’t you raise them?

Chapter 123 You are so good at giving birth to children, why don’t you raise them?

Gojo Satoru suddenly sat up.

In front of me was the ceiling of the technical college dormitory, and my brain began to ache for the first time in a long time. He gasped softly and covered his eyes.

This pain was familiar, having accompanied him throughout his childhood. It was like the pain of a burning soul, like the pain of seeing the world clearly, or like the brain being opened up to face the wind and snow of the world, freezing cold and causing a dull pain.

He didn't like to laugh when he was a child. No matter how outstanding and intelligent a person is, he can't help but feel irritated when he looks at this boring and smelly world too clearly, endures the discomfort brought by his body, and uses the best solution to interact with different people.

As he grew older, his headaches gradually lessened due to his improved physical condition. Unless they persisted for a long time or he used the techniques excessively, they would not recur easily. Even if it happens again, he can relieve it by eating sweets. He hasn't felt such pain for a long time.

He took a breath, rubbed his messy white hair, walked barefoot across the floor, opened the small refrigerator in the room, took out a Daifuku, and took a bite.

Not sweet enough, not tasty.

With this thought in his mind, the pain in his head became more intense. He held his head, frowned, and examined his body.

...Nothing unusual.

but……

The soft and sticky glutinous rice skin of the Daifuku is cool and slightly sweet, and the sweet and milky cream melts in your mouth. I liked the style very much yesterday, but after just a few hours, it became bland.

A breeze blew through the window, blowing the calendar hanging on the wall. Gojo Satoru didn't have the habit of tearing off calendars, but for some reason he stared at the calendar for a long time, with his mind rarely going blank.

The next moment, he turned around and quickly took his cell phone from the bedside table.

July 15, 2006

02:21

Today's weather: Cloudy to sunny

Temperature: 26°

July 15th, August…what happens in August?

With a headache, Gojo Satoru aimlessly clicked on his email to check the messages. He opened the refrigerator without even looking at it, took out the only three remaining Daifuku, peeled off the film, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and swallowed them.

The powder and cream stuck to his fingers, and he licked the cream clean with the tip of his tongue. The phone screen snapped shut.

I can't remember it just by thinking about it... Looking out the window, the cold eyes of the sky are glowing with a purely rational inorganic metallic luster.

August...the future?

He had no plans for the future. He was enjoying his life in the technical high school, and the summer vacation, the peak period for cursed spirits, was approaching. What he had to do in the future was... missions.

What tasks will be in August?

No impression, no impression at all… Pressing his fingers against his lips, Gojo Satoru hesitated for a while, and then stopped.

He decisively turned around and walked out of the dormitory, strolled to the door of another dormitory not far away, and broke in without hesitation with a bang.

"Jay! Next month...?!"

“…Satoru?!”

He was awakened by the sound of slamming the door. He jumped up from the bed and got into a fighting stance. He opened his eyes dazedly and looked at the door blankly. He saw the iconic white-haired man belonging to Gojo Satoru at the door. He was immediately relieved. He picked up the phone on the bedside table with a haggard face, turned it on, and rubbed his brows tiredly.

"Satoru! It's only half past two!"

“……” Gojo Satoru said nothing.

“…Satoru?”

“…”

The colleague who should have been showing off his strength suddenly lost his voice. A subtle abnormality grew from the bottom of his heart. Xia Youjie woke up and looked carefully, and met a pair of blue, heartbroken eyes that seemed to be shedding tears.

Those eyes were originally very beautiful, as if they carried the ocean and the sky. At this moment, he was just looking at him quietly, and the sky seemed to be about to rain, and the sea seemed to be stirring up waves.

His heart skipped a beat.

On the contrary, Gojo Satoru just looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly let out a short laugh.

"ha!"

"...What's wrong with you?" The boy with disheveled hair looked at him cautiously: "Did you watch a movie tonight? Did you cry accidentally?"

"It's indeed a good movie." said the boy strangely.

Xia Yujie heaved a sigh of relief and forgot about being angry. He said:

"You scared me to death. What kind of movie was it? A romance movie? A disaster movie? After you've made it like this, come back and push me and see?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment.

"…Probably, a special movie."

Geto Suguru, who was holding his hair, paused, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Gojo Satoru strangely.

"A movie to watch alone?"

"yes?"

"You watched it at night?"

"Um."

"Are there male and female protagonists?"

“…There don’t seem to be any women.”

Geto Xiayou took a breath, was silent for a moment, wanted to say something, and finally remained silent again. He slowly covered half of his face, walked over and patted Gojo Satoru on the shoulder.

"I support you. Take care of yourself. Can I borrow one to talk?"

"…Hmm…Hmm? What are you talking about!" Gojo Satoru finally came back to his senses, staring at him with wide eyes, meowing in disbelief: "I just had a dream, like watching a movie! What are you talking about?"

"Sorry." Xia Youjie turned his head and changed the subject: "So what did you dream about?"

Gojo Satoru, who had been howling, became quiet again and looked at him for a while.

"You're dead."

"Oh, I'm dead." Xia Youjie nodded and responded with a hmm: "How did I die? Where did I die? How old was I?"

"have no idea……"

"That's normal, but your memory doesn't seem to be very good."

“…But I should have killed him.”

"......?" Xia Youjie looked at him with a new look: "So you are here to confess? At... 2:30 in the morning?"

"Oh, it's not this. I just found out that you were dead." Gojo Satoru slapped his head, and a question mark appeared above Geto Suguru's head.

"Wake up, I'm not dead yet."

Gojo Satoru ignored him and went to sit on the bed. He didn't know when the fragility of the broken ice shell in his eyes had completely disappeared. He looked at Xia Yujie solemnly:

"I came here to ask, what's going to happen next month?"

Xia Yujie pointed at himself, dumbfounded.

"You ask me? How do I know what will happen next month?"

Gojo Satoru said, "Take a guess."

Xia Youjie really thought about it: "Go to class, do the task?"

Gojo Satoru added: "Think about it again, what else will happen next month that is related to me."

Xia Yujie thought harder: "I don't know! How can I know what will happen in the future?"

Seeing that Geto Xiayou really couldn't remember, Gojo Satoru sneered:

"Useless guy!"

"Hey! Why are you suddenly attacking me? It's okay that you come to knock on the door in the middle of the night, but you come here specifically to scold me?" Xia Yujie clenched his fists as he realized the anger belatedly.

"You didn't sleep?"

Xia Youjie was incredulous: "I was asleep! I was woken up by you!"

"You didn't sleep with your bangs," Gojo Satoru pointed out.

"? How do you know if my bangs are asleep?"

Gojo Satoru gave a thumbs up:

"Because bangs won't sleep."

"...That's enough! Do you want to fight?" Geto Suguru was furious and was about to fight with his fists, but Gojo Satoru was not in the mood and sat firmly on the bed.

Gojo Satoru still felt that something was about to happen. He scratched his head, thinking.

"So, what's going to happen this year? Within this year?"

Seeing that he really cared about it and even started cheating without any limit, Xia Youjie stopped playing and thought with him.

"This year? ... This year's big event... Ah! I thought of it." Xia Youjie suddenly hit his palm with his fist. It was a little painful. He rubbed it with a grin and said, "This year it's that!"

"that?"

"That's it!"

"Which one?"

"Tianyuan assimilation! The assimilation of the star plasma happens once every five hundred years. This year is the five hundredth year. I told you before that maybe this year the school will have someone to protect the star plasma for assimilation. You totally forgot about it, right?"

The knowledge learned is not useless. After memorizing the books for more than a year, he felt excited when he saw the questions he had learned in the exam. Xia Yujie began to explain the things about astral plasma and Tengen with great interest. He talked for a while, but Gojo Satoru did not respond for a long time.

He looked carefully and saw Gojo Satoru pressing his eye sockets slightly, looking uncomfortable.

"That's right...it's astral plasma."

"...What is astral plasma?" Xia Youjie was bewildered: "That's not the case, are the high school students responsible for the assimilation of astral plasma?"

"It's us."

Gojo Satoru suddenly raised his head, his eyes were blazing, his blue eyes seemed to be flashing with fire:

"We will escort the astral plasma for assimilation."

"...Not surprising." Xia Youjie thought: "Kyujuku Yuki is not in the country, and there are only a few strong people in Japan..."

While he was thinking about this, Gojo Satoru on the other side was silent for a while, and then spoke in a serious tone.

"Jay."

"Eh? What?"

"The two of us!" Gojo Satoru pointed at himself and Geto Suguru, his pretty face full of seriousness: "The two of us, super strong!"

"Oh, I know you are the strongest." Xia Youjie nodded and spread his hands: "Then what?"

"It's not me, it's both of us!"

The white-haired boy said strangely and seriously:

"You are so strong too! We are the strongest. It's us, us!"

“…I see…that’s what you said.”

Inexplicably speechless, with a slightly hot face, Xia Yujie shifted his gaze:

"Then we need to prepare in advance. This is a huge task..."

"Until then... lend me your phone." Gojo Satoru reached out his hand, took the phone from Geto Suguru, and dialed a number: "If nothing goes wrong..."

"…Who are you calling?"

The call was connected, and it made a beeping sound. Xia Yujie watched Gojo Satoru's eyes suddenly light up, and he put a finger to his mouth and turned on the speakerphone.

After a long time, just when both of them thought the other party would not pick up the call, the call suddenly went through.

"Five?"

"......!!!" Xia Youjie opened his eyes wide, looking stunned: "Qian..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a voice coming from the other side.

"Sorry, brother, what is the STart Club?"

It was a child's voice. They heard their dear classmate Qian Jian was silent for a moment, and then said in a gentle tone:

“It’s a shop for making friends.”

Gojo Satoru's eyes lit up and he quickly ran back to get his phone. After typing on Google, he pinched the page showing the details of the gigolo club and looked at it with wide eyes at Geto Suguru.

As Xia Youjie watched, his eyes widened as well.

The two of them gestured wildly into the phone, their gestures were vigorous and their eyes were frighteningly bright, and then they looked at the phone together, as if they wanted to eat it alive.

"...making friends?" The child was skeptical: "Then...can you take me with you?"

Qian Jianmu saw the black-haired hedgehog-headed boy turn his head awkwardly and said:

"...If it's convenient for you...I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Looking at the boy, Qian Jianmu took a deep breath silently, picked up the phone, and did it in one go.

"I'm back. I'll be back at the technical college in a while. I'll explain later. Wait for my call."

Click, the phone hung up.

There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone. Gojo Satoru and Geto Xia Yu looked at their phones, stared at each other, slowly opened their mouths, and said in unison:

"Xiao Qianjian has a child?"

"Xiao Qianjian dropped out of school and became a gigolo?"

After speaking in unison, the two looked at each other and began to refute each other.

"No, no, the kid said he was my brother before."

"Does Xiao Qianjian really have a brother?"

"Adoptive parents?"

"Parents like this can't be adopted, right?"

"So Chikan-chan disappeared for a year to start a family?" Gojo Satoru said outrageously, "Work hard for a year and get a family with full payment?"

"...That's not how you start a family... Should that work?" Xia Youjie was silent for a moment, then hesitated and said, "I think it would be more reliable for him to become a gigolo..."

“……” Gojo Satoru suddenly fell silent.

Xia Youjie had a bad feeling. He looked at Gojo Satoru and said, "What are you saying?"

The white-haired boy touched his chin:

"Although I've heard it a few times, I've wanted to ask for a long time, what is a cowherd?"

"?"

"Isn't that a waiter?"

"???"

"OVO?"

Xia Youjie slapped his face and groaned in regret:

"…I'm sorry, I'm sorry for questioning what movie you watched just now. How could I say this in front of you? I didn't expect you to…"

His eyes were complicated:

"She's still a child..."

“…Huh?”

**

Faced with a real child, Qian Jianmu was rarely at a loss.

This was the first hour he went back in time.

After staying at the last point in time for about a week, he had almost grasped the truth of the future. After hesitating, he chose to approach Fushiguro Shige first.

After being in contact with Zenin Maki for a period of time, Sengenmaku has personally experienced the horror of the strengthening of the Heaven and Jutsu-bind □□. If he can win over Fushiguro Jhin, that would be the best. If not, at least he should see if he can solve the trouble that this guy will bring in advance.

For this purpose, Sengenmaku, at the recommendation of Gojo Satoru, went to find the 14-year-old Megumi Fushiguro, who had not yet enrolled in technical high school.

"...My father?" Fushiguro Megumi was surprised at the time: "But...I have even..."

Fushiguro Megumi can't even remember what Fushiguro Jūrō looks like.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't reminded him, he wouldn't even know his father's name, nor would he have known where his father was buried.

He had a very difficult childhood. Fushiguro Shigeki married Fushiguro's mother when Fushiguro Megumi was just over three years old. After that, he rarely appeared in front of Fushiguro Megumi. His memories before the age of three were so vague that even if Fushiguro Megumi was smart, he couldn't remember them so clearly.

However, before his death, Fushiguro Shinobu entrusted him to Gojo Satoru.

Although fatherly love is less, it may still remain.

"How about giving me a strand of your hair?"

Can a father escape now that he has a son? Thousands of thoughts.

Sengenmaku originally wanted to use Fushiguro Shinobu's ashes as an anchor, but Fushiguro Shinobu's grave was dug up. Gojo Satoru seriously suspected that it was the group that dug up Geto Suguru who did it. No one expected that ashes could be used to cause trouble. Fushiguro Jyouji had too few anchors in this world, and in the end, only Fushiguro Megumi was left.

Fushiguro Megumi gave it to him with a complicated expression.

This is how Chigenmaku landed in Fushiguro Megumi's bedroom at two in the morning.

Megumi Fushiguro is a good boy. No one knows what Fushiguro Shinobu did to him. Even when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw another person in the room, Fushiguro Megumi did not panic. After talking with Senmaku for a day, he was skeptical but very calm. Senmaku always felt that he was worried that he would hurt other people in the family.

In short, Megumi Fushiguro, four years old, is a reliable kid.

It's true that I have seen it from childhood to old age.

After temporarily appeasing Fushiguro Megumi, Sengenmaku called Fushiguro Shier's intelligence dealer Kong Shiyu in front of Fushiguro Megumi.

Kong Shiyu's phone number was easy to find. As an intermediary, Gojo Satoru had checked the person who had transferred the task after the astral plasma incident. Although his phone number had changed several times and was no longer in use, with Gojo Satoru's memory and identity, it was not difficult to get his contact information during this period of time.

Sengenmaku bought the place where Fushiguro Shinobu often appeared from Kong Shigure for one million.

Then, there was the scene before.

At this moment, facing the child's lost but strong expression, and his tender and cute face, Qian Jianmu couldn't say anything like "your father is a gigolo."

Megumi Fushiguro was a very well-behaved child. Even though she was obviously very disappointed, she tried hard to hide it in order to avoid burdening him. Although she was very young, she was already very considerate and sensible.

As if aware of his embarrassment, Fushiguro Megumi shook her head.

"If it's troublesome, forget it."

After looking at him for a while, Qian Jianmu sighed.

"I can't get into this place either... But if I find your father, I'll bring him back to see you, how about that?"

Fushiguro Megumi's eyes lit up slightly, but she still pursed her lips, refusing to show any lively expression.

Little Fushiguro Megumi and the future boy Fushiguro Megumi overlap in front of Senjianmaku's eyes at this moment. Senjianmaku suddenly remembered what the boy Fushiguro Megumi said when he got Fushiguro Megumi's hair.

He said, "If you see him, could you..."

Having said that, Fushiguro Megumi suddenly stopped talking, pursed her lips, and handed him the hair.

"never mind."

He was very similar to himself a dozen years later, even his little movements were exactly the same, his slightly tilted face, his lowered eyes, his emotional fluctuations that were forcibly concealed.

And when you clearly want to say something, or desire something, but because of reality or an overly sensible soul, you stop and remain silent.

Qian Jianmu sighed softly, put down his phone, and touched the child's head with one hand.

His hair is curled up, but feels soft to the touch, just like his personality.

Both he and Ranpo have green eyes, but his eyes are deeper than Ranpo's, and have an indescribable calmness and stability.

"I'll let him come back to see you." He said, "I'll try to keep him by your side, okay?"

However, after a long silence, Megumi Fushiguro shook his head.

"Don't work too hard, just see him once."

"I just..."

The child bit his lips, blinked his beautiful green eyes, and whispered:

"I just miss him a little bit..."

“…”

**

The phone rings.

The man opened his eyes. There was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes. His green eyes were frighteningly awake. He tossed around on the messy bed, turned on his cell phone, his tone lazy and calm.

"If you have something to say, please tell me now."

"Tsk, it's 2:30 in the morning. I got a call from someone checking your number. Just a friendly reminder," said the man on the other end of the phone.

Or perhaps it could be said that it was a revenge of evil taste for having one's sweet sleep disturbed in the middle of the night.

The man sneered, moving the scar on his mouth.

“How much did you sell?”

"… Just information about the places he frequents, one million yen."

"So cheap?" He showed a bit of disdain: "Order more next time and give me half. Hang up."

Click, the phone was hung up.

Since he was woken up, he couldn't go back to sleep. He got out of bed barefoot and opened the pull ring of a can of beer.

Alcohol will be completely broken down within one minute after drinking it, and one can only pursue that moment of pleasure of less than a minute throughout his life.

The empty bottle was crushed into a ball in his hands, with only the thin pull ring flattened by his fingers.

Then he snapped his fingers and the iron piece flew out like a bullet and sank into the wall.

Half of the man's body was immersed in shadow, leaving only a faint ray of light on the bridge of his nose, forming a cold and deep angle.

"boring."

He said.

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