Chapter 179: A ball of yarn in a high-curse situation? Let me play with it! ...
"Hello..." A lazy, sticky voice that seemed to have melted away with the weather.
Someone grabbed the end of her hair, and the careless force caused a slight tug, pulling it in his direction.
It didn't reach the point of pain, as if he was emphasizing his existence and expressing dissatisfaction with the players' lack of attention to him.
It is hard to imagine that DK could do such childish behavior.
The guy who claimed to be the strongest brought those hard-to-ignore eyes closer, and scanned his face carefully as if he were actually examining him. There was a clarity in his eyes that made him feel the urge to avoid looking away if he met her gaze.
"There's something wrong between you and Jay..." He realized belatedly that something was amiss.
Vague, unable to be simply summarized in words...
It's like facing a tangled ball of yarn that you don't know where to untie.
It was as if everyone was speaking a secret code that everyone understood, except him.
"Well... I'm quite unhappy!" After a brief thought, Gojo Satoru directly expressed his thoughts and feelings.
The other player was silent for a moment, then suddenly said something out of nowhere: "Huh?"
Did you miss a part of the prelude?
Gojo Satoru's reaction dispelled this possibility. He preemptively cut off the player's refusal to answer and, without a moment's hesitation, asked directly, "What secret are you hiding from Jie? We're all seniors, and treating one against the other is unacceptable."
The scumbag who deliberately acted like a senior and suppressed the freshmen unconsciously moved his face closer and asked the key point he was concerned about in an unnecessarily raised tone.
"Come and chat~"
The face, which had lost its youthful roundness and could now vaguely reveal the outline of an adult male, was getting closer and closer, and the psychological pressure that came with it was gradually increasing as the distance shortened.
"Don't disobey the orders of your seniors!"
The player... after a brief moment of reflection, he couldn't help but sigh, "So the senior-senior system at the technical college is so strict."
"That's right, that's right~" Gojo Satoru admitted without a trace of guilt. Taking advantage of the other party's absence, he urged the player with a half-hearted threat, "So... tell the truth. Don't try to wait until Jie comes back to rescue you."
"Looks like I've arrived at the right time?" Geto Suguru, who happened to have heard the last sentence, took over the conversation, his drooping eyelids concealing most of his expression, and naturally rescued the player from Gojo Satoru's clutches.
"Be gentler to girls." Geto Suguru almost wanted to sigh.
The first thing he noticed was that there were a few particularly unsightly strands of hair in the other person's hairstyle, so he casually tidied them up and received a heartfelt thank you.
Feeling the hand above his head that had not moved away, the player rubbed himself upwards.
I don't know who first brought it up, but the summer festival is almost here, and the idle young master immediately thought of related conjunctions: fireworks display, temple fair, yukata...
The player, whose regular clothes were simply the Black Organization staff uniform, was suddenly stared at by two pairs of eyes.
It was not difficult for Gojo House to find a few sets of women's yukata suitable for the summer festival. The maid also simply tied the player's medium-length hair behind his head.
That was a close call! My hairstyle was almost ruined by Gojo Satoru!
"Thank you! Geto-san!" After saying his thanks, the player was unsure and wanted to check with his hand again. "Is everything back to normal?"
Staring at his originally neat hairstyle that was becoming increasingly messy, with the top of his head raised up randomly by the calluses on his hands, Geto Suguru said "hmm" without changing his expression.
"Eh—what's up, Jay's playing nice again?" Gojo Satoru unceremoniously rested his arm on the player's shoulder, poking his subordinate's face in frustration. "It always seems like there's always some idiot who can't see this guy's true face and falls into his trap."
"Hey, let me tell you..." The arrogant Son of God lowered his gaze, his tone as if it was natural and superior, as if the sun would rise in the east and set in the west, "You clearly promised that you would always keep an eye on me."
"In return, I will protect you and prevent you from dying easily at the hands of the curse..." He paused, his tone full of confusion, "Why are you hanging around Jay like a little henchman now?"
Eeyore?
What is this ominous feeling of Shura Field?
The player widened his eyes slightly and asked the person in front of him for confirmation: "Senior Wu, could it be that you..."
"Huh?" Gojo Satoru looked at the player who stopped talking mid-sentence in surprise, confusion clearly in his eyes. "What's wrong with me?"
Um……
Haha, it must be an illusion!
Looking at Gojo Satoru who had a confused expression on his face, the player thought with relief.
"Since you are not respected by the younger generation, why don't you look for the reason in yourself first?" Even though he was suddenly mentioned and dragged into the center of the topic, Geto Suguru remained calm and spoke calmly at a steady pace.
"There's no senior in the world more considerate than me. I help the juniors with their training, buy them drinks at my own expense, and show them care after their missions are over..."
Gojo Satoru listed the things one by one, and felt a little aggrieved for himself.
Are you saying that forcing people down on the training ground and abusing them unilaterally, watching freshmen train while you hide in the shade and drink to show off, laughing at the younger generations who are covered in dirt... etc. are all signs of care from the seniors?
Geto Summer Oil tried to make Gojo Satoru realize the truth: "Just now, you pulled Fushimi's hair."
"I have control over my strength!" Gojo Satoru quickly turned his head and emphasized to the player, "I even grabbed a strand of hair specifically. I'm always careful."
"Yeah." The player looked at his face, which had become lively due to his eagerness to explain, and smiled with narrowed eyes, "I know."
Being stared at like that, my emotions couldn't help but calm down.
Gojo Satoru couldn't help but curl his eyes, then suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! What the hell? That's too funny!"
The messy hair on top of the head looks like a ball of golden yarn against the light.
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