Qintiansi Time 09
You capped your pen and filed away your mission report. Ever since you were promoted to Level 1, Mr. Yega has rarely assigned you to missions with Geta or Gojo. They don't need you, but others do.
Yesterday I had a rare opportunity to work together on a task with Gojo, and today as soon as the get out of class was over I was asked to write a report for him.
You feel miserable.
"I've also finished writing Gojo-san's copy."
"Are you trying to take credit for this by emphasizing it again?"
Gojo-san has always had an improper sitting and standing posture.
Before meeting Gojo-san at technical high school, you'd imagined him to be more aloof and reserved, more in keeping with the Gojo family's reputation as a "son of God." The only reason you'd never met him was because the Gojo and Zenin families were always at odds. Even Naoya was only brought to meet him once.
I haven't been back for a long time.
Do you miss that home?
Does Gojo miss that home?
The pain is real, and the beauty is real too.
Maybe the lucky beans I got this year really worked. After going through so much and pushing myself so hard, I haven't gotten sick yet.
How can we place our hopes on something that is illusory?
It's obviously the result of your family's care for you.
"I didn't. I was just letting Gojo-san know." Is Gojo-san the same as you, or different? Your every move has been shaped by the Zenin family, and changing it is too difficult. The best you can do is make your hair more manageable.
You only know a little.
No one can completely escape the past.
It is the environment in which one lives that shapes a person. A person's character is partly innate and partly formed gradually over time.
"Gojo-kun, Gojo-kun, I call you by your first name." Gojo-kun suddenly came very close to you, and by now you have become immune to his sudden attacks.
"Gojo-san, if you don't mind, I can call you 'Satoru'. But that wouldn't be nice."
"Why?"
"Because Ieiri was calling Gojo and Geto."
"That's better than 'Gojo-san'," he muttered, but you couldn't quite hear him.
There's another reason. In your opinion, names are only for family members. So you really don't like Gojo calling you by your first name, but he insists on it and there's nothing you can do to change his mind.
Humph, anyway, I wasn’t called this name in my previous life.
It's just... this name...
[Is Zenin classmate's name 'Chu'?]
[Hmm. It means the beginning.]
[Be an ordinary person and enjoy your life. This is your initial life trajectory, the beginning.]
[With Hikaru, my mother’s life really begins. ]
You clench your pen tightly in your hand; there has been no progress on the astral plasma matter.
Gojo-san, I...
What if it doesn’t work?
Would it be too presumptuous?
Should I try to get along well with Gojo-san?
"Gojo-san is so bored, why don't you go practice some more?"
"Me?" He pointed at himself. "Only the stupidest bird needs to fly first. Jie is a stupid bird~"
Takeru-san is indeed more hardworking than Gojo-san. And at some point, Takeru-san started accepting any cursed spirit. He used to be quite picky.
"It's you—go practice some more." Gojo snatched the pen away from you. He dragged a stool over and sat down in front of you, spinning the pen as he said, "I can't always be dragging you along. It'll be really troublesome if you can't catch up during the mission." His expression was serious and full of disdain.
You tilted your head up slightly, looking at him in confusion.
"Gojo-kun, why should I do something meaningless?"
"Huh? Don't you understand?" He poked your forehead. "Are you really an idiot?" Gojo muttered to himself, looking quite shocked.
"Gojo-kun, I'm not stupid. My IQ is at the normal level."
"Gojo, are you worried that I can't catch up to you? Don't worry. Gojo-kun can use "Blue" to achieve short-distance rapid movement, and I can also do the same with "Skimming Light."
"As far as the actual situation is concerned, I think Gojo-san's worries are completely unnecessary. I haven't been a drag on any of the missions we've carried out together since we enrolled."
"Long-winded speech~ I don't want to listen~"
Gojo stopped spinning his pen. He placed it on the tip of his nose, teetering on the edge like a penguin to prevent it from falling. You tried to take the pen back, but he grabbed your wrist.
Your eyes widened and you immediately wanted to pull your hand back.
"Hatsuchan." Gojo-kun called your name affectionately, and he looked a little confused.
"Why are you afraid of me?"
You stopped struggling and Gojo-san let go of your hand.
You showed him your wrist, "It's already red, Gojo-san."
Gojo Satoru remained silent. A blush slowly appeared at the tips of his ears. He'd always just picked you up by the collar before. He wasn't like Jay, who always took advantage of girls.
Jay is right, Yuki is really fragile.
Never mind, Gojo-san didn't mean it, he was just messing around. But you're still upset that he asked you to write your mission report for him. "Gojo-san and Takeru-san go on missions together more often, right?" You express your confusion, "Will Takeru-san also write for Gojo-san?"
"Of course!" Gojo said with great enthusiasm, then secretly shifted his gaze.
"Then why does Gojo-san have to watch me write? Will you also watch Geto-san write your report?"
You feel extremely uncomfortable being stared at by Gojo-san.
"I'm afraid you'll turn my handsome and dashing father into a mindless gorilla."
What a weird idea!
"Not really, Gojo-kun. I wrote it according to the standard format. Date, location, executor, details of the incident..."
Gojo held his chin with one hand and began to daydream with a dull expression.
Gojo-san must have realized he was being a bore. You breathed a sigh of relief. You simply couldn't handle someone so energetic. You could argue with Naoya, a complete scumbag, without hesitation, but not with Gojo-san.
I'm so tired... I want to eat some Kyoto sweets. Gojo-kun's sweets are too sweet.
There has been no progress recently.
Can I really find my own answers?
Have confidence in yourself!
You stand up, leaning sideways to open the window for some fresh air. The setting sun leaves no trace of space in the sky, its golden light enveloping the entire world, including you.
The sky covers everyone equally.
Everyone is looking up at the same sky.
It's a mid-October evening, and the weather should be pleasant, even a little cool. But you feel an intense heat inside.
The face superimposed on the glass had loose black hair and his eyes flickered from time to time.
It will be windy.
The sea of daylight moves with the rhythm of your breathing, and your face is also coated with a warm and soft light.
What is she thinking?
Gojo Satoru remained motionless, letting the strange sensation course through him like an electric current, flowing through every pore. He hated the tingling sensation; he'd never been injured before, but he felt it was a kind of pain, causing him discomfort. His breathing quickened as he watched her smile grow more beautiful, genuine and untainted by any distractions.
He wanted to yell out a name, but he held it back.
Even so, his face turned red.
He bit his lip hard, he couldn't find a suitable reason to explain his current state.
He was attacked by an invisible force, a sinister force that even surpassed "no limit" and surged into his limbs and bones.
I went back home for a few days during the Lunar New Year holiday. I also looked up information on the "Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique." Back then, you didn't take Takeru seriously at all, but since you started school, Takeru has always taken care of you. You felt a little guilty.
"Smith Marseille, Gojo-san. Is it a little hot in here? I was just enjoying the fresh air." You closed the window with a snap and turned to face Gojo-san, who was as red as a shrimp.
"Gojo's face is so red." It's October now, it's not that hot anymore, right?
Shouldn't we say "Let's enjoy the breeze together." Gojo Satoru frowned miserably.
The atmosphere in the room is not appropriate, so you decide to sneak away.
"I'm going to file my mission report. Please help yourself, Gojo-san."
Your steps were so light that they disappeared in an instant.
Gojo Satoru was in a bad mood and decided to go fight Geto Suguru.
Naoko Ieiri was humming a tune in the infirmary.
[Adding some plants to the infirmary will improve people's mood.]
Chanyuan is quite knowledgeable about plants and is keen to find time to help Jia Ruxiaozi care for these delicate green lives. Chanyuan has a lot to do. She also has to visit relatives living in the city. She is always avoiding feelings, always responding to feelings.
[Without my supervision, Jiaru would even forget to eat three meals a day.]
Without me, you would forget to take medicine and supplements on time and not know how to take care of your body.
We are the same, fellow Zen temple students.
The night had grown darker without my knowing.
Naoko Ieiri hates starless nights.
There is not a trace of light.
"Jiaru——"
"Teacher Ye Moth, is there anyone injured?"
If the night were starless, evil would be even more sticky.
I'm used to all this. Just as Ieiri Shoko was thinking this, a large group of people appeared behind Mr. Yega.
Ieiri Naoko felt like laughing.
"Just go to bed, you can't help."
"I have good news to tell Glass." Gojo said passionately first.
"What?"
"We plan to break the rules and take Nozomi out." Xia Yu added.
"us?"
"Yes! It was Gojo-san who suggested it. Gojo-san got the better of him several times today. Ieiri really should have seen his frustrated yet unyielding expression. Gojo-san kept saying, 'It's so boring, so boring. When did Satoru become so weak?' I never thought Gojo-san would be so funny." This is Zenin.
The Zen temple is always full of hope and perseverance.
In fact, he is not very compatible with Ieiri Nozomi.
"Is it right to say these things in front of the teacher?" Teacher Ye Moth had a smile on his face.
"Sense clearly agreed!" The one who shouted loudly was Gojo.
"No one was injured today, family." Teacher Ye Moth said in a gentle voice.
"I see."
"Nice smile, Ieiri."
"Let's go back to the dormitory, Zenyuan."
"When will Ieiri return?"
"Right away. I need to pack up." Afraid that you would stay and wait for her, Jia Ru had to emphasize, "Go back first. You haven't had a good rest these past few days!"
"I'll listen to you, Ieiri."
"See you tomorrow, Ieiri."
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow" is really the best attack on a night full of demons.
The happiest moment is when we say "good morning" to each other. The day has just begun, and we have a day to spend together. It's also blissful when we say "see you tomorrow." We can fall asleep with longing in our hearts.
I can see who I want to see every day.
It turns out that as long as you love someone deeply, you can keep going no matter how bumpy the road is.
"The seniors didn't do anything to you, did they?"
"Getsu-san is overthinking it."
"I'm just worried."
"Thank you for your concern. By the way, Geto-san, are you also going to help Gojo-san with the mission report?"
"Ah..." Geto touched his head with one hand and walked further and further away with Zenin. From his exaggerated movements, it can be seen that he has long been resentful of Gojo.
"Gojo, aren't you leaving yet?" Gojo sat down on Ieru Nozomi's chair without any courtesy.
"Thinking about something."
"Mr. Nightmoth is gone too. I don't care about you."
"Glass, what does she think of me?"
Should we say that Gojo is actually smarter than Geto?
"Why are you asking me? Why don't you ask her yourself?" Ieiri Shoko stopped smoking for someone's health, otherwise she would have lit a cigarette at this moment.
"Thanks, Glass."
"You're welcome."
"Ieiri, I'm serious about studying the reversal technique. Don't just give me a perfunctory answer." You suddenly ran back.
"Ha, I see. Where's Getsu?"
"Here." Xia Yu was leaning against the door and raised his hand helplessly.
"I'm sorry. I made Takeru follow me for nothing." Zenin looked at Takeru apologetically.
"You don't have to say sorry to me." Geto felt even more helpless.
"Who can blame Jie for doing this?" Gojo made faces at the other two with his hands. Ieiri Shoko and the other two laughed. Getsu scoffed, Zenin smiled faintly, and Ieiri Shoko pursed her lips in a smile. Finally, Gojo gave up the face and, laughing, swung his fist at Getsu, who had no choice but to take it.
Your eyes meet Jia Ru's.
Ieiri Nishiko closed the door of the infirmary.
Our future will surely be bright.
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