Spark of Life 04
12:00 AM
"Gojo, come to the office."
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"Master Wu..."
"Please tell me if you have something to say."
The old man's heart trembled with fear. He remembered that Gojo Satoru didn't speak like this. He stole a glance at Gojo Satoru, only to find that he wasn't even paying him any attention. He sat in his office chair, legs crossed, staring at something—what was he looking at? The old man's eyes stretched out, and then Gojo Satoru grabbed his face and threw him out.
"Gojo!"
Mr. Yega hadn't said a word since he entered the room, and the first thing he said was to scold Gojo Satoru. Gojo Satoru certainly couldn't tolerate this, and he flipped through the pages of his book.
"It's just a comic book. Manga, hua, shu." Gojo Satoru deliberately repeated the word "comic book". Sure enough, the old man, who had just gotten up from the ground with a bruised face and nose, immediately widened his eyes and shouted, "How can Master Satoru read this kind of thing!!!"
"Will comic books have any bad influence on me?" Gojo Satoru asked back in confusion, and stood up and poked the old man's nose again and again with a corner of the comic book.
"Tell me about it~"
The old man's face turned red with anger, and he screamed, "If the master knew that Master Wu was wasting his time playing with other people outside—"
"What can he do to me?" Gojo Satoru relaxed and fell back into his chair. Mr. Yega's chair was too ordinary. It wasn't comfortable to sit on, and it didn't reflect his domineering aura at all.
Gojo Satoru looked up at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering.
Glass has nowhere to go but to stay at the technical high school. Jie said he won't go home. There are still three of them in the technical high school!
There are three people!
Not excited at all.
But if he can't get excited, what's the point of this New Year.
Gojo Satoru's words left the entire office silent for a few seconds. The old man was so angry that he felt like he was about to explode like a balloon, but he didn't dare say anything. Gojo Satoru threw the comic book over, and the old man instinctively caught it.
Can just reading comics be considered a waste of time?
"Can't I have something to entertain myself?" Gojo Satoru asked calmly.
"This... Master Wu, but..."
But what but? If you can’t say it, then just shut up.
"I'll give you three seconds," Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, "3, 2——"
The old man gave up and said, "Didn't Master Wu say, 'Where Miss Chu is, you're there'?"
"Oh, then I'll go visit the Zenin family."
Shooting themselves in the foot? These idiots were just imagining things. Why did they think that if she returned to the Zenin family, he would return to the Gojo family, even if he had to—Gojo Satoru stopped his reverie. These old men were all the same, and the Zenin family was probably no different.
So why go back? Wouldn't it be nice to watch NHK's New Year's Eve show together on New Year's Eve? Jay loves cold buckwheat noodles, so why not have Toshikoshi soba together tonight? And... there are so many things you can't do at home that you can do outside. Wouldn't it be nice to experience these new things together?
"Absolutely not, absolutely not, Master Wu!"
"Why are you panicking? Will I bring shame to my family?" Gojo Satoru raised his middle finger. "I'm invincible." Speaking of which, Zenin Naoya was quite tough. So what if he refused to admit defeat? He was still defeated by Gojo Satoru.
To such a weak...
"I have a question for you."
Gojo Satoru picked up the old man and asked, "What is the relationship between Zenin Naoya and Hatsuchan?"
"What's the relationship?" The old man looked confused.
"If you don't want to die, just answer the questions I ask."
"Sister and brother..."
"Do you understand what I'm asking?" Gojo Satoru said impatiently. He was not satisfied with this answer at all.
"Cousin... they are cousins, Master Wu."
Seeing the old man couldn't come up with a more distant relationship, Gojo Satoru's expression softened slightly, but he still wasn't entirely satisfied. Wait, cousins... Gojo Satoru began brainstorming. He had a ton of relatives, but he usually wasn't bothered to tell who was who. He wasn't even close to his biological parents, let alone these people.
[Are you from the Zenin family?]
[I hope I'm not.]
It’s obviously not the case.
"After all this time, Hatsu-chan is not from the Zenin family at all." Gojo Satoru was overjoyed and loosened his hand that was strangling the old man's neck.
"Uncle San, do you know Yuki's surname?"
[You don't look like a Zen temple at all.]
I don't want to tell you about my past.
If you don’t tell me, can’t I figure it out myself?
"Zen..."
“That’s not right.”
The old man was frightened by Gojo Satoru and was speechless in fear. Gojo Satoru could still tell whether this man had any ideas or not. He cursed in frustration and sat back in his chair.
Mr. Ye Moth, who had been watching the show for a long time, finally spoke: "Gojo, this is my chair."
"Sen-sei, we should respect the elderly and love the young. If there is an elderly person at home who is weak and cannot take care of himself, shouldn't we give him the seat?"
Teacher Ye Mo stared at Gojo Satoru without moving his eyes, as if asking: Why don’t you come down yet?
Gojo Satoru replied directly: "Respect the old and love the young. I am the young one after all."
Ye Mo Zhengdao felt a headache and was speechless.
Gojo Satoru waved his hand, smiling broadly: "Useless Third Uncle can be kicked out now."
Is this how you are supposed to use "Sweep Out"?
"Master Wu..."
"I already said I'm not going back. Not going back!" Gojo Satoru's childish demeanor made the old man feel even more disgusted. In his eyes, Gojo Satoru's words were like, "I'm in a good mood now, so I won't kill you."
"How am I going to explain this to the head of the family..." Of course, he didn't dare to complain in front of Gojo Satoru, and only complained in a low voice. But who can blame Gojo Satoru for his good hearing?
"What did Third Uncle say have to do with me?"
Uncle San was almost angry to death again.
How could the Gojo family have such a deadly killer? Even more deadly, the Gojo family's honor and disgrace all depended on this killer.
The old man had some self-awareness. Gojo Satoru told him he was useless, so he just accepted it. If the other old men were here, there would probably be another argument. Disrespecting the elders would be the first thing to be slammed, and then a huge argument would escalate. That would be really embarrassing. This wasn't his own home. No one would know what he was doing behind closed doors.
This is the Spell High School.
Tsk, how can the magicians at the technical college be compared to the magicians at my family? Why do they all like to go to the technical college? Master Wu is like this, and so is Miss Chu. But is Miss Chu really not interested in Master Wu? If she doesn't have that feeling, why...
The old man asked a suicidal question: "What does Master Wu think of Miss Chu?"
"Why haven't you left yet?"
"Hehe." The old man thought he understood the young man's thoughts. If he didn't refuse, there was a chance. "I saw Miss Chu from afar today at Senbon Toiri. Miss Chu has a beautiful figure and appearance. It's normal for Master Wu to like her."
Gojo Satoru was enduring, truly enduring. He even wanted to boast to himself about how respectful he was to his elders. He watched the old man's face gradually flush, a stark contrast to the sullen orange-red color he'd turned when he'd been so angry. Gojo Satoru could actually see a hint of joy and radiance in this face.
You have to understand that Gojo Satoru didn't mean to praise this disgusting, hypocritical elder, but his face was indeed filled with the aforementioned sentiment: "If I were a few years younger, I..."
The old man's words came to an abrupt halt. He was like a dead duck, being held by Gojo Satoru by the neck. He kept opening his mouth, sticking out his tongue, and mumbling something.
The old guy with all his teeth falling out was actually still dreaming about that kind of thing - Gojo Satoru felt so disgusted that he almost vomited when he thought about how he looked at her with obscene eyes today as if he was examining an exquisite object.
What is there to remember about these dirty, ugly creatures?
Let's run away together——
"If you don't let go, he's really going to die."
"せんせい?"
"I forgot that Yuki is here too."
Gojo Satoru let go and ignored the old man who was unconscious on the ground.
"What are you going to do?"
"What should we do?" Gojo Satoru pretended to be dumbfounded.
"In fact, the Gojo family has never stopped putting pressure on the school, but the Zenin family is mediating. As soon as Zenin left..."
Gojo Satoru interrupted Mr. Yaga: "Sense, these uncles of mine are extremely cowardly and stupid. They don't dare to come to me directly, so they only dare to go to the school and ask the school to force me to leave. If I don't leave, there's nothing they can do."
Ultimately, the most important thing is that he is strong enough.
"I don't know what kind of stupidity they have committed to take what I said seriously." Gojo Satoru sneered.
Gojo Satoru and you both have your own ideas. How could one of you just follow the other?"
This will become my weakness.
But はつちゃん is not a weakness.
Want to be together forever.
But this was just Gojo Satoru's idea. He couldn't say "I do" for her.
"Since they want me to go back, then I'll go back." Let them face the facts. As for how? To show who's more determined, of course, we have to compare fists.
"Gojowazenin..."
"Of course I'll come back. It's too early for you to get rid of us now." Gojo Satoru glanced at Teacher Yaga.
There are very few protagonists in the "Jump" comics who fight alone.
The four of us are the strongest group.
"I'll be back with Yuki."
The serious topic could be ended, and Ye Moth Zhengdao turned to another matter. He picked up the comics on the ground.
"Where did you get this comic?" Ye Mo Zheng Dao flipped through a few pages and raised his fist as big as a clay pot. "Is this something minors can read?!"
"I borrowed this from Yuki!"
"Don't you draft your lies?"
"I don't bother to lie!"
After a whole chapter of C, Gojo finally lost his temper. He spoke incoherently and frantically: "Teacher Yemo, you can ask as many questions as you want!"
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