Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

The blush on Gojo Satoru's face faded quickly. Even though it was the first time he experienced allergies in his life, given his physical fitness, that little trouble would not have much impact on him.

This made the guilt in Xiayou Jie's heart fade a little.

"Alcohol allergy," Gojo Satoru muttered this situation that he had never thought would happen to him, and shook his hand disdainfully: "I don't care! It's bitter and hard to drink. I really don't understand how Gintoki and Naoko drank it. There must be something wrong with their taste buds!"

"Your taste buds are too childish. You only like sweet tastes." Xiayou Jie pressed down the flying infusion tube.

"What? Jie hasn't drunk it yet. A good student like you will definitely abide by the rules. No one will care if you drink it. What's the point of following the rules? I already know the so-called taste of adults."

"Yeah, you are worthy of being Wu. You are completely defeated by the taste of adults."

Gojo Satoru snorted and stopped talking to him.

The cell phone in his arms suddenly vibrated, and he took it out to see.

An unfamiliar phone number.

"Hey, cell phone."

"Yes, it's a cell phone."

For some reason, Geto Xiayou had a strange reaction to the fact that Gojo Satoru had a cell phone in his arms.

But when Gojo Satoru looked closely, he deliberately turned his head away, only showing Gojo Satoru the balls on his head.

What on earth is going on?

Gojo Satoru simply clicked on the public release.

A fairly formal summons came from inside: "This is the Metropolitan Police Department. Excuse me, are you the family of Zenin Gintoki? This person entered a public facility that men are not allowed to enter without permission, and damaged the building. During this period, he is suspected of harassing several women. He has been taken to the Metropolitan Police Department for investigation. Please come as soon as possible."

Gojo Satoru and Geto Xiayou were both strangely silent.

Oh no, my peers suddenly became perverts. I have never heard of how to deal with this!

However, unlike Geto Suguru, who was unable to answer for a long time, Gojo Satoru soon laughed so hard that he fell backwards.

"What? Gintoki was locked up in the police station? Is he in the police station? So funny, take a picture for me as a souvenir!"

"Sir, this is a serious matter, please do not make it entertaining without permission."

The police officer on the other side quickly responded seriously.

However, his voice did not last long. With the sound of handcuffs clanging and slapping rails, the person who was imprisoned for multiple crimes was already shouting: "What are you doing! I'm innocent, it's all a misunderstanding! Don't take it as a joke, you bastard Gojo Satoru! Geto-kun is next to you!"

"Hmph, what are you calling me? I can't hear you. Let Gintoki spend the rest of his life in jail today."

"Kill you--!"

"We can't pretend not to hear the death threat. You look young, so let's notify your parents to discipline you strictly. Just calling your classmates won't work."

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! Ah, Geto-kun--"

Geto-kun, who was next to him, finally found his words.

He probably, perhaps, could understand how Gintoki was misunderstood and captured.

On the way back, he found the cursed spirit, and then for some reason he and Glass separated and acted separately. In the process of exorcising the cursed spirit by themselves, he didn't notice the outsiders, which caused a commotion.

But when he wanted to explain, he couldn't explain it because it was related to the world of curse.

So he was tortured and went to the Metropolitan Police Department.

It made sense, but it just felt weird.

It was incredible that he could cause such an incredible mess by himself.

The extra sense of responsibility in Xia Yujie's heart made him angry and amused.

What should he do? This is his classmate, and he can't just throw it away. He should pick it up.

"Don't worry, Gintoki. Wait there for me."

Xia Yujie asked the police officer for the specific address, and then he got up to go and get Gintoki back.

Not long after the phone call was hung up, Gojo Satoru looked at the dripping medicine bottle with a bored expression.

"What? In the end, you really are asking for help. Gintoki is so strong, he can come back by himself, and no one can stop him."

"Because we have to abide by the rules."

"Huh? It's troublesome and ridiculous for a sorcerer to abide by the rules set by ordinary people? You are too cautious, it's tiring to watch."

"Spellcasters exist because of non-spellcasters. Of course, we have the obligation to protect the stable lives of ordinary people. It's meaningless to disrupt the rules ourselves."

Suguru Geto smiled and greeted the nurse, and gave a few more precautions.

Gojo Satoru held his face and watched him smile.

I don't understand.

How can Gojo Satoru understand what they are thinking when they say that.

Boring arguments, and the troublesome intention to care for ordinary people.

In the end, only they will be troubled, and ordinary people will not think of their kindness.

It is precisely because Gojo Satoru has no empathy for ordinary people that he can laugh freely.

But when he laughs.

The companions recognized by Gojo Satoru consciously put shackles on their hands and feet, in order to be considerate of the feelings of ordinary people and exist for non-jutsu masters.

Those things that Gojo Satoru doesn't care about at all are guarded by them.

"I hate arguments."

I don't like those troublesome and trivial things that bother Gintoki and Geto.

They should be freer.

In fact, what Geto guessed is already 80% of the correct answer.

It's just that there are some omissions in the details due to insufficient information.

Gintoki and Naoko, who had returned to Jujutsu High School, were cleaning the gymnasium, throwing a few balls from time to time to relieve boredom. The two of them were whispering and telling jokes together, and as they were playing, they were visited by the assistant supervisor.

"Ah? It was agreed that we would have two days off, but something suddenly happened at night, so we suddenly need to work overtime. How do we pay for overtime?" Gintoki asked for money in an arrogant manner, "Listen, I won't go unless you double it."

Naoko lay on the ball, rolling with it: "It's unfortunate, now there is only one person left who can go out on the field. Whether to spend time reporting or pay out of pocket is really a question worth thinking about."

The assistant supervisor had a bitter feeling in his heart but couldn't say it.

Since he knew that he would most likely have to pay out of his pocket rather than spend time reporting, he should stop this lion-like person!

What a pity.

Naoko felt this prayer.

Then he ignored it.

The prayer was thrown into the trash can.

The assistant supervisor lowered his head in pain: "It's a fleeing second-level cursed spirit. There is no one to deal with it now. Please help us deal with it before a greater threat occurs!"