flstandardbreds Chapter 178 Cappuccino in the Evening
Chapter 178 Cappuccino in the Evening
On May 2018, 11, in the evening.
The city, which has already entered winter, is welcoming the arrival of cold air. People wearing thick long coats can be seen walking hurriedly in the streets and alleys.
It just rained a little, and although it has stopped, I can still smell the cool scent of water drops falling on the ground.
Next to the eye-catching red fire hydrant, on the corner of the street, a black car was parked quietly.
Ijichi walked out of the revolving door of the coffee shop, which was packed with people, holding a brown paper bag containing two cups of coffee.
One was for me, a cappuccino, and the other was for him, a black Americano.
"Ms. Gojo..." Ijichi raised his glasses a little embarrassedly and handed me the cappuccino.
He was obviously not used to seeing a face he had seen for many years suddenly appear on a woman's body, and he had to change the way he addressed her, which had become his habit, so he spoke haltingly.
"Thank you." I took off my gloves, put my cold fingers on the wall of the cup, and when I felt the warmth, I let out a long sigh of relief.
"Come to think of it, you're injured." I said, "No need to rush out in such a hurry."
Because he was seriously injured by Shigemen Haruta, Ijichi was sent to the hospital, and the general managerial department temporarily assigned a new assistant supervisor named Kikawa.
Most likely he is a spy from a high-ranking official in the world of sorcery, monitoring me.
But at least the surface peace was maintained.
Although Ijichi underwent Nitro's treatment, he returned to work in just three days. Isn't that too much of a stretch?
"No...it's okay." After receiving my concern, he became even more nervous. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head repeatedly, "This is totally what I should do."
Me: “…as long as you are happy.”
If this happened to me, I would absolutely not be able to accept it unless I had to pay a large amount of mental damage compensation and work injury compensation, and then take a half-month paid leave.
As a corporate slave, am I still not as qualified as Ichichi?
But this is a man who can make simple animations using PPT!
It should not be underestimated at all.
By the way, when I went to visit Ijichi, he had already woken up, but the moment he saw me, his pupils were dilated, his expression was confused, and his eyes were full of fear of seeing unspeakable things. He almost fainted.
Gojo Satoru, look at what you have done to this poor child!
I took a big sip of cappuccino, the sweet taste spread in my mouth, and my whole body became warm.
"Ah..." I sighed, "It turns out that I still need to drink sweet drinks in winter..."
"Eh..." Gojo Satoru complained, "There's only coffee for you and him...Does Ijichi want to be slapped again? I want to drink it too."
"If you want to drink it, make it yourself." I said coldly, "The cream, beans and coffee machine have all been moved in for you, make it yourself."
These days, I have been cleaning up the mess in Shibuya, running around every corner of the city from morning to night.
We are hunting down cursed spirits here and arresting curse masters there. It's so cold that we don't even have time to eat a hot meal.
At the same time, Gojo Satoru was nestling comfortably in the big bed in Yumenjiang, wrapped in a quilt and eating sweets, and from time to time he would make some random comments to the curse master who was being beaten.
It's probably something like, his facial expression management when being kicked away was too poor, his rolling movements were too exaggerated, and his kneeling posture was not standard.
And according to the variety shows he usually watched, he even gave each person a rating!
I completely treated my hard labor as a super-real live performance show.
This was really a disaster for me, as I shared vision and hearing with him. While fighting with the curse master, I had to endure mental poisoning. I was so disgusted that I wanted to run in and beat him up.
“There is always a gap.”
Gojo Satoru grumbled, "This is coffee from one of my favorite shops. How can it compare to the coffee I brew myself?"
"If you can't compete, just shut up." I tightened my grip on the coffee, and Ichichi trembled again in fear.
"It's just a few days, just be patient."
"Hmph." Gojo Satoru snorted and stopped talking.
Just when I thought he had finally quieted down, he spoke again, "But I want to help, too."
"There's nothing you can do in here. It's so boring."
I was startled.
The hot steam from the coffee turned into a wisp of white smoke and slowly floated over the city.
A flock of birds flew in neat rows above the electric poles, across the setting sun, and made a long cry.
In this season, it is probably time to fly to the other side of the ocean to spend the winter.
These days, I almost emptied out Gojo Satoru's house. If I hadn't taken into consideration that time doesn't flow in the Prison Gate Territory and people don't feel hungry, I would have almost moved the toilet in there as well.
But everything is available, including mobile phones, computers, game controllers, refrigerators... and even a small generator.
Even if there is no way to connect to the internet, a single-player game of several hundred GB is enough to occupy a person's time for a week or two, even if played from dusk to dawn.
But Gojo Satoru was not interested.
It’s not that he never touches these things. In fact, he still holds the game controller in his hand.
If he achieves something or breaks a record, he will jump out of bed and cheer, looking super energetic.
But I don’t know why, I just feel that he is actually unhappy.
Yes, I was trapped in a cursed tool designed specifically for me, accompanied by a group of skulls, forced to share vision and hearing with another person, and the only person who could communicate with him was me, who kept scolding him.
For someone who is used to being free and unrestrained, this is a big torture, right?
"Wait a little longer..." I sighed and muttered to myself into the coffee cup in my hand, "Wait until Fushiguro Shiori brings Amasaki Hoko back, and all this will be over."
"When the time comes, no one will stop you even if you want to run into a coffee shop and drink like a giant."