flstandardbreds Chapter 185 Please allow me...
Chapter 185 Please allow me...
Yuji and the others were only away for about forty minutes and returned before eleven o'clock.
Thank God, they only bought the amount that a normal person could finish, and did not carry back huge bags like Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru did before.
But when I think about it, I know that I am worrying too much. After all, there are only a few such abnormal humans on the earth.
Fushiguro Megumi held the food in her left hand and two bags of desserts for Gojo Satoru in her right hand.
He stuffed the things into Gojo Satoru's arms very unhappily, and said reluctantly: "Gojo teacher, here are the crepes you asked for, and a bunch of other things."
"Wow, there's matcha flavor." Gojo Satoru poked his head into the bag and said happily after it came out, "Lucky."
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Originally, I was supposed to prepare the ingredients, but the three active and lively first graders (crossed out), correction, it's two people.
The lively and active Tiger Stick and Wild Rose pulled Upuhei and volunteered to go to the kitchen on the second floor to prepare the ingredients.
But I think heading straight to Megumi Fushiguro’s childhood bedroom was the main goal.
So, in the living room downstairs, there were only the four of us, all of whom were elderly and had once held opposing positions.
It seems that after Fushiguro Shigeu came back to life, he has been living here ever since.
It's amazing that he still remembers the address.
This guy has been dead for many years, and not many people have seen him in Shibuya, let alone recognized him.
The only person who knew him, Zhibi from the Zen temple, had no intention of revealing his identity for some unknown reason.
He even concealed this fact on purpose, and told the general directorate personnel who came to investigate that he was just one of the gangsters of the Zenin family and that he had followed him here.
The world of sorcery has recently been dominated by the sealing of Gojo Satoru and the sudden appearance of Gojo Kiri.
All kinds of messy conspiracy theories are flying around.
There are also many different opinions on a certain anonymous general forum for sorcerers. As long as you add the tag [五条] and say something related, it will quickly be pushed to the front row.
The most popular guess is that I am a clone of Gojo Satoru, a secret killer hidden in the Gojo family for many years. I will only come out to protect the family when Gojo Satoru encounters a major crisis.
I think the person who proposed this conjecture should have something in common with Shen Er.
The consequence of this series of events was that the resurrection of the tyrant Fushiguro Shigeo did not cause any waves at all.
If you ask me, it seems that not many people even know about it.
Most people only know that a person from the Zenin family was rescued in the Shibuya incident. What is slightly more noteworthy is that he seems to be the father of Megumi Fushiguro.
That's right, he has even fallen to the point where he needs to ride on his son's popularity in order to make his presence felt in the world of sorcery where such a person does not exist.
"Fushiguro Shinobu, what are you going to do in the future?" Gojo Satoru took out a big fuku from his bag, not caring at all that it was before lunch, and took a bite of it cheerfully, "Are you going to run off and become a magician killer again, and go back to your old ways?"
"By the way, if you continue to do evil, I will kill you again."
"Tsk." Fushiguro Shino let out a sneer, knocked on the fragments of the Amagaki Hoko on the table, and asked, "That's all you're saying now. Don't you want to come out?"
Gojo Satoru ignored his threat, wiped the cream from his mouth, and said, "You have nowhere to go anyway."
He casually said, "How about coming to the technical college to be a teacher?"
Fushiguro Shiji: “…Huh?”
He suddenly turned around, stared at me and said, "Hey, are you the guy from that parallel world?"
"Yeah, that's about right."
I happened to be feeling a little hungry, so I simply pulled a crepe from Gojo Satoru's bag and asked, not knowing what was going on: "What's wrong?"
"You're almost there," Fukuguro said, "but please go check if his brain is broken."
"Ah, Fushiguro-sensei." Gojo Satoru took a small piece of crepe from my hand without much concern, put it in his mouth, and said happily, "You obviously think this is something you can consider."
"Everyone, the Sukiyaki pot is ready!" At this time, Yuji came down with a large pot filled with ingredients, "Everyone can take a seat."
Since Gojo Satoru's feet were still restrained by the prison gate and he couldn't move, everyone had to move the table in front of him.
As if they had discussed it beforehand, Yuji and Nobara rushed to sit in the two seats farthest away from Fushiguro Shigeru.
I sat next to Gojo Satoru.
So there were only two empty seats left, one next to Fushiguro Shigeki and the other opposite him.
Fushiguro Megumi didn't even hesitate, and sat down directly opposite Fushiguro Shinobu, and even deliberately turned his head away to avoid looking at him.
Hot steam rose up, no one spoke, and the scene suddenly became a little awkward.
Wild Rose raised her arm, hit the tiger stick hard, and winked at him desperately.
Yuji turned his head in confusion and looked at her bewilderedly. After about three or four seconds, he finally understood what she meant from her small but exaggerated body movements.
"Ah!" He suddenly cried out, and touched the back of his head in embarrassment, showing the expression that ordinary teenagers would have when facing their friends' parents, "Mr. Fushiguro, speaking of which, as Fushiguro's friends, we don't seem to know you very well."
"Oh?" Hearing this, Fushiguro raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "What do you want to know?"
"Just..." Yuji swallowed his saliva, "For example, how old you were when you were alive, where you lived, what job you did..."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became, and he even shrank his neck cowardly under the murderous gaze of Fushiguro Megumi.
Also, Yuji, you used this word so badly when you were alive.
The person is already alive, so we can at least use the word "at that time" to make it clear.
Seeing that Yuji was about to collapse, Wild Rose immediately took over the conversation and continued to ask: "Do you have any other interests, hobbies, etc."
It can be seen that the two children are really trying hard to gather information.
"Let me think..." Fushiguro Shier stroked his chin and recalled: "As for age, I'm probably 32. I live here and work illegally."
When he mentioned the words "working illegally", he glanced at Fushiguro Megumi meaningfully.
"As for interests and hobbies..." He turned to Wild Rose and smiled, "I think it's better for children not to know."
"Stop." Gojo Satoru took out his chopsticks and held them in front of Fushiguro Shinobu. "You flirted with my student right in front of me. Even I think it's a bit too much."
"So what exactly is your hobby?" Wild Rose pushed away Gojo Satoru's chopsticks nonchalantly. Yuji came over curiously, and the two of them surrounded Gojo Satoru, "Teacher, you must know it!"
"Hmm... I know." Gojo Satoru tilted his head, looking like he was thinking. When he turned his head back, he said, "I won't tell you, eh."
"How can I repair it!" Wild Rose's expression changed instantly, and she put on a disdainful expression, "This bastard teacher is playing tricks on us again."
"What's there to ask?" Fushiguro Megumi said with a sour face and a bad tone, "I'm not interested in this guy at all, and I don't want to see him in the future."
"Humph. You don't want to see me..." Fushiguro Shige snorted and laughed, then turned around and said, "Gojo Satoru, I didn't want to agree to your suggestion just now."
"But now, I agree."
I:"........."
Meowgumi, please allow me to grieve for you for three seconds.
Then, please allow me to gloat over every second that follows.