It was the weekend, and Lu Qi finally dug out the tablet he had bought long ago from some corner.

These things to assist supervision must have taken a lot of effort to buy.

After all, when he wanted to commemorate Geto's character, he ordered the assistant supervisor to go out and buy it, but it was just a hot-headed act, and he didn't realize how difficult this matter would be at that time.

But the assistant supervisor bought the things back anyway.

Although there is a high probability that I feel that I have noticed what he did, so I am venting my dissatisfaction or something - but buying a memorial tablet is still very strange, right?

So why did you agree to the auxiliary supervisor so easily and even bought it? !

Lu Qi flipped through the shopping bag with extremely complicated feelings. Inside was two boxes. The larger box was made of wood and contained a tablet of roughly designed shape. The material was most likely sandalwood.

The surrounding area is covered with sponge for cushioning and protection, and is also wrapped with dark red silk for decoration.

There was also a small paper bag with paper money and candles in it.

The small box contains a carving knife and other tools. It is a simple paper box, but it contains a complete range of tools.

The problem is... he doesn't know how to carve?!

Lu Qi has nothing to love in his life.

The brain heat is refreshing for a while, but it actually leads to the crematorium.

But since I've already bought it, I can't just throw it away, right?

Lu Qi gritted his teeth and grabbed the carving knife, trying to carve the first word on the wood.

...No, he gave up.

With a dead look in his eyes, he put the wooden tablet down again, and his whole body clung to the chair like a pool of liquid.

Ten minutes later, Lu Qi suddenly opened his eyes, struggled to stand up from the chair and took out his cell phone.

I’ve bought it all!

Lu Qi opened a search software and typed the question.

If you don’t know, just search it on the Internet. The Internet is omnipotent!

Fifteen minutes later, Lu Qi, who was dizzy from reading the information, staggered to put down his phone and slumped in the chair again.

He felt that he was not capable of it.

A few minutes later, Lu Qi once again sat up in shock from his dying illness and grabbed the carving knife.

No, I've already bought it!

——

It is now 6:30 in the afternoon. The sun is setting. The bloody residual sunlight shines through the non-shading glass and shines onto the black-haired young man who is struggling hard on a table and chair not far away.

The white skin was stained with some blood by the remaining sunlight, which inexplicably added a bit of evil to its owner.

Her black hair fell on the table and was tucked behind her ears by her owner. She leaned aggrievedly on the broad back of the black-haired young man.

The young man rubbed his head impatiently. His black hair, which was already unruly and messy, mixed with the sawdust on his hands, making it look even more fluffy and messy.

Lu Qi stared at the crooked words "夏油傑" in his hand and fell into deep thought.

To be honest, if he hadn't carved the tablet himself, he himself wouldn't be able to recognize what these words were originally supposed to mean.

Sorry, Jack!

Not only did I fail to build a monument for your personality, I also stepped on your personality and crushed it several times.

——After all, what he did that day and what Geto Suguru might do cannot be said to be exactly the same, but they are completely unrelated.

Damn it.

Lu Qi ruffled his hair into a ball in annoyance, looking at the hopelessly ugly words on the tablet. Finally, he sighed, picked up the carving knife and scratched out the words.

Brother Jie, you should rest forever in my heart. We don’t need memorial tablets anymore, it’s all superstition.

But you will always live in my heart, really.

Lu Qi threw the tablet and the carving knife into the trash can with an expressionless face.

How can there be something so difficult in the world? !

He looked at the calendar on the table. July was almost over, and there was a special day in August.

My thoughts drifted far away.

——

It was a few days ago. In the juvenile detention center incident, Gojo Satoru intervened and saved Yuji Itadori, who was supposed to die. Now he is reporting safety to Geto Suguru.

Gojo Satoru and his students had a fight.

"Because we all like Mr. Getsu."

After Fushiguro Megumi finished speaking on the phone, both parties fell into silence.

Nagisa Yamaguchi looked at Fushiguro Megumi with deathly eyes.

No way, no way, no way, it turns out that you, Fushiguro, are actually a straight shooter? !

Yuji Itadori looked at Fushiguro Megumi with sparkling eyes, and the words "Fushiguro is so awesome" were clearly written in his pupils.

Fushiguro Megumi felt her temples throbbing a few times, and the pink spots on her face from the rare straight shot also faded away.

Gojo Satoru was also stunned for a rare moment, and then he cheered in a strange tone, which seemed to have more weird elements in it than pure praise.

“Eh——??! Kei actually said it so bluntly?!” Gojo Satoru shouted exaggeratedly.

Fushiguro Megumi pursed her lips, and a small flower representing anger bloomed on her forehead again.

"Keiko is very brave." Gojo Satoru always seemed to be able to step on people's bottom line of anger (which he actually shouldn't do) and act like a troublemaker, so he quickly praised her in a serious manner.

Megumi Fushiguro: ...Thank you, I don't feel complimented.

There was no sound coming from the phone.

Yuji Itadori came over to take a look curiously and saw that the phone was still on the call, but no one on the other end was speaking.

Xia Yujie sat on the bed, his black eyes dark and unfocused.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were not drawn last night, so now as the sun slowly rose, the bright golden setting sunlight slowly but at a speed visible to the naked eye poured in.

Brought in a room full of beautiful gold pieces.

A beam of light seemed to have a direction and fell on the bridge of Geto's nose and the lower half of his face.

The morning sunlight was not glaring, nor was it very warm, but it was bright. It did not seem out of place when it fell on Geto Suguru, who was walking in the dead silence and darkness.

The teacher who walked with the darkness came here and was completely surrounded by the students and close friends who were as bright and warm as the sun.

The teacher, who had originally felt hopeless, suddenly felt a faint but bright ray of hope in the bottom of his heart.

Here is another possibility.

With this faint hope in mind, the teacher took the hand of his best friend and once again made the decision to change his mind.

This time seemed to be the same as countless times before, yet it seemed to be slightly different.

Xia Yujie narrowed his eyes and said softly, "I like you guys too."