Open the champagne

Fuuhachi's voice was light and fast when he pronounced the name. If Kagome hadn't seen the mockery in his eyes, he would have thought he had misheard.

"I will be there. After all, everyone has to go through that step in life sooner or later. I just got there earlier."

Xia Yujie glanced at him and answered with an angry and amused tone.

"Just wait for my notification when the time comes. Uh, the funeral will definitely not be a big deal. Probably only those who know about it within our school will be informed..." Feng Zaoche pressed his brows, "Anyway, the process has been entrusted to Wu to supervise."

"Haha." He laughed dryly. "There will be no problem with burying him. You can rest assured."

"Thank you. I feel uneasy when you say that." Xia Yujie replied unceremoniously.

"Since we're going to put on a show, let's do the whole thing. After all, our goal is to lure the other party into our trap." Feng Zaoche had already buried a sensor device next to the buried body in advance. As long as there was any unusual movement nearby, he would be able to understand the situation immediately.

The consideration is comprehensive enough.

Feng Hayateru inspected the cemetery on site, followed Gojo Satoru and argued with him for an hour, and finally got the approval to "further strengthen the layout."

——As for why Gojo Satoru’s approval is needed, it is of course because Feng Zaoche is going to throw this part of the work to him.

He really couldn't spare the time. He was so busy during this period that he couldn't even keep up his habit of saving at least five chapters for the future.

If the system ever develops the ability to create clones, he would definitely do anything to buy it, even if it meant losing everything he had.

Seeing everyone busying around, Xia Yujie was the only one who had a lot of free time because he had to prove his identity as a "dead man". He let out a long sigh - he has never been a quiet person, and he was so busy some time ago, so he felt a little uncomfortable when he suddenly calmed down.

If Feng had known what he was thinking earlier, he would have definitely beaten him up before leaving.

The purpose of his visit to the hospital was to wait for the results of Nanako and Mimiko's medical examination, and to give them a warning and make use of the paparazzi so that Takahashi Fumihiko would have fewer chances of being followed by this kind of pervert in his daily life.

When things are done, it's time to go home. After Feng Zaoche said goodbye, he received a strange text message from Gojo Satoru, asking him how to prepare for the self-service barbecue.

【From 風早澹】:

【money.】

Concise and thought-provoking.

【From 風早澹】:

[If you want to eat, I can recommend a few restaurants, but they are quite far away...]

Gojo Satoru looked as if he had just realized something: "Send me the address."

For some reason, Feng Zaoche and Gojo Satoru's brain waves were in sync: he could hardly get barbecue in high-end restaurants before, and he could cook himself. His biggest requirement for food was sweetness, which was probably not in Gojo Satoru's good zone.

Then the reason he suddenly mentioned barbecue must be because... it seemed that there were no important events recently, except for that day when he invited the victim to attend his funeral.

A 17-year-old boy, after being temporarily "accidentally killed", was invited by his friends to attend his funeral. In the end, he found his friends sitting at a table chatting and laughing, with skewers, beer and cola in front of them. What if everyone raised their glasses and had a "cheers"?

Feng Zaoche had already started thinking about whether there was any escape route.

Since I'm planning to run away, I might as well think about what else I can do. There is a prop for controlling enemies that has been frequently found in the mall in recent days, but this prop has the appearance of a speaker and relies on explosion sound effects to control the target.

Feng Zaoche had disliked the noise and had left it there without changing it. Now it seemed that it might be of some use.

The abacus was clacking as Fuzauteru said goodbye to Geto Suguru. He was very steady and as soon as he stepped out of the hospital gate, he moved the speaker to the system backpack.

Only trusted acquaintances are invited to the funeral, which does not include the spies of the Jujutsu Society, but it would be a good idea to let a few in when the time comes.

——Looking around the world, there are few good examples of people dancing on people’s graves and claiming that they have no malicious intentions.

"You, you mean, you're going to bring it to someone's funeral..." Another day when people were slacking off in the Jujutsu Club and chatting with the lucky onlookers around them, many were dumbfounded when they heard Feng Zaoche's plan.

Feng Zaoche patted his precious speaker with an extremely calm attitude.

"Yes, is there any problem?" Feng Zaoche asked back.

"Maybe it's to play funeral music..." someone guessed cautiously.

"No, let me sing a few first..." Feng Zaoche named three or four songs in succession. They were all popular songs. There was nothing unified in the content, but the style was consistent with one purpose - to be explosive and ear-catching, the kind that could burst the eardrum.

Now even self-deception was impossible, but the disagreement between Feng Zaoche and his classmates was hotter knowledge than magma in the Jujutsu Society. Those who were chatting with him fell silent. At last, someone seemed unable to accept the unbearable atmosphere and finally squeaked:

"Kazehaya-kun, do you have any leverage over Gojo..." The tone of this sentence was torn into many parts by this person.

Feng Zaoche glanced over and said with a smile: "Who knows."

It is no exaggeration to say that it takes years to complete a comic book. It seems that a lot of time has passed, and Mochizuki in the comic book has just managed to connect with new forces and is still moving among many people to hone himself.

So far, he has witnessed many monsters that Feng Zaoche has personally fought against, and both their mentality and strength have reached unprecedented levels.

——Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

The defeat of an enemy powerful enough to crush everything often begins from within.

He had laid the groundwork many times and was not worried about how this scene would end satisfactorily. Rather than something that was only within the scope of the plan and would take some time to come, he might as well focus more on... the funeral that was coming soon.

As Feng Zaoche's "criminal record" gradually accumulated, a new rumor had quietly arisen within the Jujutsu Society - Gojo Satoru was probably crazy, so he allowed such a rotten man to "rebellion" in his own territory.

It is better for the person concerned not to know this, lest when he goes out to submit a manuscript someday this guy again asks him to take a detour to bring back desserts.

Of course, with Gojo Satoru's speed, this kind of situation usually only occurs when he is concentrating on something and cannot pull himself away.

…

It seems to be a consensus among everyone that the dead should be buried as soon as possible.

But it is rare to see someone as efficient as Gojo Satoru, who took people to check and buried the body on the same day the accident happened. He even insisted on not making any special treatment on the body and buried his good classmate as he was.

After all, it is not a good idea to let others do it, so he can only stay here personally for a while and clear out all the cursed spirits nearby. It is a very depressing time.

When Feng Zaoche came over carrying his precious speaker, he quietly met his eyes.

Then one person took out a colored ball and another showed off his speaker.

The two guys, who were full of anger, high-fived each other in mid-air, celebrating the fact that they had no prior knowledge of each other but still had the same brain waves.

Gojo Satoru still had too much strength left, and Feng Zaoche took a half step back before he stabilized his body, and was then carried aside with the box.

"Barbecuing?" Feng Zaochetsu asked.

"It's in the backpack, and the grill is on the way." Gojo Satoru answered.

In the event that there is a high probability that action is necessary, the place Gojo Satoru chooses is not a proper cemetery. There will not be a scene of tombstones sitting in rows, but a place with "emptiness" as the main theme.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s been around Feng for so long that making excuses has become something he’s used to. When asked about it, he said in all seriousness: “If you want to buy a cemetery, buy one like this. This way, you won’t have to listen to the neighbors arguing every day. It’s a headache.”

Feng Hayateru had no idea where he had found this person. There was no other thing that looked like a tombstone within his sight. The only seedling that might be broken into soon had the name of Geto Suguru signed on it.

"Come to think of it, how long has Jie been buried there?" Feng Zaoche asked suddenly.

"One week." Gojo Satoru certainly couldn't have been unaware of how long he would be staying here. "You can go back after the funeral."

The two looked at each other.

After expressing their grief, relatives and friends can usually let go of their worries temporarily. From a normal person's perspective, no one would go to someone's grave all day long for no reason.

The next time the party gets lively again might be next year’s anniversary.

So the bigger the event, the better. However, inviting too many people would look weird and there would be a risk of exposure.

Oh, now although this method can spread the news that "Kayu Ken is dead and buried, and even the funeral has been completed" in a very weird and easy to be ridiculed form...

Feng Zaoche saw that after just a few words, the professional team brought by Gojo Satoru using his money ability had decorated the place as if a party was about to take place.

I don’t know if the people below were over-interpreting something, but one truck even brought a champagne tower.

"Are you going to perform a scene of popping champagne at the deceased's funeral in front of him?" Feng Zaoche thought to himself, I've learned this, I'll use this trick in my comics next time.

"No, my original words should be 'There is a relatively important ceremony that needs to be held. Please help me manage the process and make it as big as possible.'" Gojo Satoru repeated.

Although there was a deviation in the method of solving the problem, fortunately the final answer matched the standard answer, and they were just filling in the blanks. As long as the result was correct, the process did not matter at all.

Feng had already been relieved and was ready to ask the staff there how to open a bottle of champagne.

While he was studying, two first-year students arrived in the auxiliary supervision car.

They knew that their senior was probably not dead, but they dressed up obediently when they learned that they had to attend the funeral. Feng Hayateru noticed that Huihara Yu even changed the umbrella in his bag from beige to black.

The two juniors, who tried their best to look gloomy, met the eyes of their senior.

Oh, and there's a half-opened bottle of champagne in my hand.

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