Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys

Gojo Satoru didn't ask Naoko if she needed compensation. When he delivered the notebooks, he naturally brought a few brand new notebooks.

Naoko knew without looking that they must have been taken from the pile of notebooks that were purchased in bulk in Geto's desk.

Gojo Satoru didn't even pretend to count how many notebooks there were. He just gave a bunch of them.

After all, except for Gintoki who occasionally took out a notebook with Jump and blatantly slacked off in class, only Geto would use this thing.

Naoko believed that this was enough for three years.

After delivering the notebooks, Gojo Satoru pushed Geto with one hand and pulled Gintoki with the other hand and ran away quickly.

Finally, it was quiet. Naoko flipped through the pile of high-quality notebooks.

There was nothing...

Gojo Satoru, this scumbag, didn't take notes, so he definitely didn't understand the importance of notes to medical students.

If Naoko knew that she was going to be grounded and could not leave the Jujutsu High School alone, this matter only made her light a cigarette.

What if there was a problem with the notebook.

Naoko immediately threatened Gintoki to hold Gojo Satoru down, and she wanted to beat Gojo Satoru hard!

"Damn, where did those scum run to?"

Naoko stood up suddenly, and the red light of the setting sun shone through the window glass and fell all over the floor. She felt a touch of loneliness waiting for them to come back.

Thinking of this, Naoko ruffled her short hair a little impatiently.

It's all because I've been with them recently.

When I saw them laughing and talking, and listened to their noise full of trash talk, even if I didn't stick together, I knew where they were making noise.

That's why I felt that it was a bit difficult to be alone in the evening.

Naoko flipped through their desks next to each other again, and confirmed that she couldn't find her notebook.

"Was he taken away by Gojo, or..." The Jump in Zenin's hand.

Why are these people playing tricks on their peers!

Naoko took out her phone and accurately found Gintoki from the address book.

[Ieiri Naoko: Zenin, give me back the notebook. ]

"Look, she found it." Gintoki felt the vibration of the phone in his arms, and his hand scooping ice cream did not pause at all. Without even looking at it, he said to the two people next to him: "But why did you come to me first? Is Gin-san's character image a little distorted? You have to be responsible for me."

"Pay, let Jie pay, he was completely useless in the previous operation." Gojo Satoru said with a Japanese fruit.

"You acted too quickly."

The notebook that Naoko had been looking for was placed flat on the table in front of Geto Suguru.

Far away from the two white-haired desserts.

"In the final analysis, is the world of curse so dark? Even Nozomi wants to sacrifice her own interests to protect us." Geto had no appetite. What Nozomi wrote was beyond his scope.

It was like when Geto was still holding the Three Good Students Award, full of vigor and full of edges and corners.

Nozomi has been voluntarily sharpened by society and has become round.

A student full of ideals and beliefs, who thinks that as long as a reasonable appeal is submitted, it will be approved.

And a student who has accepted the unspoken rules and consciously lies down to be exploited.

The temperaments of these two people are obviously completely different.

The white-haired people eating desserts winked at each other and sent signals, competing to find someone to explain to Geto.

Otherwise, Geto would be disillusioned before he could help Nozomi.

In the end, Gojo Satoru lost in the face-squeezing competition. He stuffed the last piece of Japanese fruit into Gintoki's parfait and defined the top leaders of the world of curse in a sharp way.

"That's why they are called rotten oranges."

"I just think you are mocking them for not doing their job."

"That's true."

The top brass in the world of incantation are different from the sorcerers who need to take on tasks. They can be said to live in two different worlds. Rather than focusing all their work on dealing with specific problems of cursed spirits, they are more willing to make some exchanges of interests that have no practical significance.

For example, the power of the three great families, and the power controlled by families other than the three great families.

The checks and balances between the conservative and radical parties in the top brass of the world of incantation.

What happens outside has nothing to do with them.

Unless all the sorcerers outside are dead, they don't have to worry about the impact of cursed spirits on themselves.

They can pay attention to the location of Glass because they may need to use the reversal technique, which is more related to their own interests.

As for Glass's idea, this is not within the scope of consideration.

"There are two feasible methods now."Gojo Satoru raised his finger, "One is to simply let the Gojo family or the Zenin family support Nozomi."

"Where do you get the confidence to say that the Zenin family will agree? It's not like Nozomi really wants to join."

"Where do you get the inferiority complex to say that the Zenin family will definitely refuse." Gojo Satoru shook his finger and put it down again: "But even if we are willing, Nozomi herself doesn't seem to intend to join any faction explicitly. After all, she could fall if she's not careful."

"It's already the three great families, and it's a big family that has been going on for a long time. How could there be problems in this generation?" Geto Suguru refuted Gojo Satoru's casual words with sufficient theoretical basis.

Gintoki ate the Japanese fruit mixed with ice cream and inserted it into Gojo Satoru's deliberately prolonged "eh".

"No, this is indeed a matter of life and death if you're not careful."

"Even Gintoki said so? Have the three great families become so fragile? ”

Gojo Satoru looked like he had won and had someone to support him. He continued to talk about the second plan: "The other is that we just beat those rotten oranges to death and then call Nozomi over."

"Are you planning to let them hate Nozomi directly and skip hating us?"

"No, let's just say that at that time," Gojo Satoru stretched out his arms and posed coolly: "Do you want me to save you? Then kneel down and say that you will never dare to disobey the honorable treatment again, and reflect deeply from now on."

Suguru Gyo smiled at Gojo Satoru's posture, then turned to look at Gintoki: "I think it's faster to start with Nozomi, just persuade her to join a faction of a family."

"I said Nozomi doesn't want to. Don't think that this is for the good of the child. Even if the child is exploited and works overtime every day, he doesn't want to get into the fame and fortune of rotten oranges. Hey, think about it this way, does the little girl still have some backbone? ”

“So, overcome her reluctance. Forget it. If you force her, she will be more like a mother.”

“Are you finally self-aware, Jie? I thought you would never realize this problem in the future.”

Sugasawa Jie is definitely the child-raising saint that everyone likes.

She started to accumulate rich experience in child-raising when she was just in high school, and she had three years of work experience when she graduated.

“It’s my fate to have you.” He sighed and pointed at Gintoki’s arms. “The phone kept ringing from time to time just now. Naoko must be very angry. It’s better to tell her that the notebook is installed first.”

“Angry women are scary no matter how old they are. Gintoki needs this parfait to prepare himself mentally.”

Gintoki ate the last bite, licked the corner of his mouth with satisfaction, and then took out his phone.

“It’s bad. Naoko has to fight the upper echelons of the Jujutsu world alone.”

“Huh?”