Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Xia Yujie suddenly felt lucky that he refused to run to Gintoki's room and squeeze in with them, and slept on the spacious bed.

So he had plenty of sleep, which was a blessing.

Naoko obviously stayed up late, and took a piece of toast for breakfast.

She floated to the seat next to Gintoki like a ghost, watching them play games.

"You should also pay attention to your health when studying. Bread alone is not enough." Xia Yujie put another bottle of milk next to Naoko.

"Hmm--" Naoko made a sound as if she was sleepwalking.

Xia Yujie looked at her and felt that Naoko was still here, but her soul was gone.

"Yes, after all, bread can't be eaten as a meal. It's better to fry it and use it as a side dish for rice." Gintoki controlled his character and persisted in digging holes for Gojo Satoru.

It was obviously a very peaceful simulation business game, but he insisted on stuffing the friendly party into the hole.

I don't know what happened to them.

"How can bread be a side dish? Carbohydrates plus carbohydrates? Two staple foods stacked together, is this the secret of poor people trying to fill their stomachs?"

Gojo Satoru's character waved a net that was obviously used to catch butterflies, bypassed the pits, and hit Gintoki's head again and again.

"Don't underestimate the wisdom of the working people. Filling their stomachs is already very hard. The young master who has no worries about food and clothing and can drive a Gundam must not understand it."

Gintoki also gave up digging holes and took out the insect net to fight with Gojo Satoru.

Even if they tried to rub sparks on the game controller, they couldn't ignore the game program and stuff each other's heads into the net.

Xia Yujie felt that something must have happened last night.

If I had known, I wouldn't have refused for sleep.

He smiled, but his hand pressed down their two controllers without rejection.

Are you going to say it? Stop being awkward, hurry up and say what you want to say?

Gintoki felt that it was Gojo Satoru's problem that he had sleep paralysis without permission and didn't admit his fault at all. Gojo Satoru felt that Gintoki was mostly responsible for falling asleep without permission and wasting his sincere invitation.

At first glance, Geto Satsuki felt that the two were stubborn. The only thing left in their bodies was their mouths.

What he was going to say suddenly turned around and went in another direction.

"We have received a lot of commission money. Let's go out for dinner together today."

"...Okay."

It was the first time for them to go out for dinner without Noctua.

Nozomi walked in the middle, yawning, while Gintoki and Geto Satsuki walked on her left and right. Only Gojo Satoru rarely distanced himself from Gintoki and followed Geto Satsuki. His eyes under the sunglasses occasionally glanced towards Gintoki.

But he only caught the swaying corner of his black kimono and awkwardly withdrew his gaze.

Geto Satsuki couldn't count how many times he had looked over.

He deliberately lowered his voice to admonish.

"Satoru, if you don't speak your mind, he won't be able to understand your feelings."

"No, I just hate black kimonos. They don't fit me so well that I'm going to get rashes all over my body."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms and swaggered forward a few steps.

He looked up with a look of disdain, looking down at Gintoki's clothes: "Don't you think it's gloomy and dull? It's not youthful at all. If you dress like a rotten orange, you will be infected by the rotten orange sooner or later."

"So, the Zen temple's daily clothes have always been this one."

"Hey, don't be led by the rhythm. Black is so good, this is a semi-permanent style. There is no protagonist who changes clothes frequently. The memory point is too weak, and readers will definitely forget it. And Gin-san has four pieces of the same kimono in his wardrobe!"

"I see, that is, when the readers don't notice, you can wear other styles."

Suguru Geto was trained by the two white-haired people, and he was always able to turn interrogative sentences into declarative tones, as if he was just expressing it politely. Glass followed his line of sight and found a large shopping mall.

"Oh~ shopping." Glass officially woke up.

"No! I said we were going out to eat."

"Then vote--" Gojo Satoru raised his arm, and his men couldn't wait to call people, "One vote for Jie, one vote for Naoko, one vote for me. Passed!"

"Don't you have a veto? You lack personal rights awareness!"

As a result, shopping suddenly successfully cut in line and lined up in front of the dinner.

Naoko's eyes sparkled. Unlike the other two people who were specifically trying to change Gintoki's clothing style, she seemed to really like shopping.

Even the paleness on her face caused by the torture of professional books faded a little.

Walking between the clothing stores in the mall, even the flutteringShort hair has a cheerful atmosphere.

"I recommend this. Don't you think it makes your throat feel refreshed when you look at it?"

She held up a T-shirt with a beer bottle printed on it.

In fact, it doesn't matter what style it is. Glass just picked out the elements she likes.

"No problem, youth, beer. This beer might be called youth."

"Think about what you are talking about." Gintoki took the T-shirt, "and it looks like an advertisement. Well, you need to be careful about this kind of thing. If you are not careful, it will be censored, and then the censored one will become Gin-san himself. Moving mosaic!"

Like Kaiji in Gambling O Apocalypse.

If you accidentally infringe, the legal department will be very troublesome, and it will be very troublesome to cry and censor frame by frame in the later stage.

"Then just wear a hoodie."

The short-sleeved style that Geto Suguru took out actually meets the clothing standards of high school students. Clean and neat, but there are also some small designs in the details. It looks like the uniform style he applied for himself, with a little pursuit of fashion.

"Doesn't the hood cover the hair? Jay really doesn't understand. Character design should more or less consider the silhouette. If it's all black and you can't tell who it is, it's not distinctive! Is he showing off with his bun and bangs?"

Gojo Satoru flashed in, holding an expensive white kimono and used it to cover the hoodie.

"Who would show off a bun? It's still a kimono? It's just a different color."

"There's nothing I can do. Gintoki has been tied to the kimono since he was a child. Suddenly losing this element feels like losing some of his soul."

"The kimono engraved in Gin-san's soul is not the uniform kimono of the Zenin family. To be precise, I recommend the school uniform of the Sobora star."

"Where is that celestial being?"

"In a corner of the universe."

Gitko was attracted by the clothes that suddenly came in front of her. She reached out to look at the price tag floating on the kimono, and felt that the numbers on it burned her eyes.

Glass quietly turned the label to Geto.

Geto opened his eyes wide, and he couldn't count how many zeros there were on it for a moment.

He called Gojo Satoru, who was bickering with Gintoki, and asked in a cautious tone: "Satoru, where did this dress come from?"

With such a high price, would the clerk really allow it to leave the high-end counter where it should be without permission?

He slightly turned his head to see if there was a clerk chasing after Gojo Satoru.

"Of course I bought it. Did you faint from the sun?" Gojo Satoru was unaware that a piece of clothing shocked two people. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Geto.

It's not the sun's fault, it's the string of zeros.