Synopsis: The Chaotic Daily Life of Gojo Satoru

Feeling that he had vomited out his overnight meal, Iori Kitahara turned pale and his stomach twitched.

The taste of yesterday’s alcohol is still in the mouth.

Vomit~ so bad smell, I want to vomit again.

“Okay, okay, take a sip of tea, gargle.”

The voice of Gojo Gojo came to his ears.

Then there was a disposable paper cup handed over in front of him.

“Thank you, teacher, I just made a faux pas.”

Taking the paper cup, Iori Kitahara looked ashamed.

Unexpectedly, this white-haired teacher was not angry yet, and was even willing to take water to gargle himself.

What a damn thing!

The handcuffed hands clenched, did not look, and then looked up and drank.

“Poof—”

In an instant, Iori Kitahara spat in the trash.

“What kind of wine is this!”

Looking at the yellow and bubbling beer in the paper cup, his face twitched frantically.

I retract the preface, this white-haired teacher is a pure and black-bellied bastard, and he will take revenge if he has revenge!

“Huh? Sorry, sorry, maybe I was wrong. ”

Gojo said with a smile on his face as he crossed Erlang’s legs.

Because Shizune Hiratsuka and Chihiro Chihiro love to drink, they often bring a bottle or two of beer to school, and they can drink it if they want.

“Teacher, can I beat you?”

Kitahara Iori said with a look of resentment.

“If you want to be beaten up the other way around.”

“That bothered!”

Looking at his height, Iori Kitahara apologized without hesitation.

This is simply not an order of magnitude.

“What I just said is indeed correct, I really forgot the handcuff keys, well~ I really thought about it and lost it.”

Gojo said with a distressed look.

Then why do you, as a teacher, carry handcuffs without keys!

Iori Kitahara roared madly in his heart.

Lonely standing up, he wanted to leave.

“Okay, okay, I’m not a bad person, pass your hands over.”

Gojo said helplessly.

He is also one of the students of Chihiro’s teaching, and he can’t always be a whole family.

Well!? Could it be that there are pliers or something?

Kitahara Iori looked startled and handed over her hands expectantly.

‘Click—’

Seeing that this pair of big hands that took out the key opened the bracelet, Iori Kitahara was stunned.

“Hey, didn’t you say you lost the key?!”

“Oh, I remembered that the key was lost in my pocket again, and I suddenly remembered, very reasonable, right?”

Gojo grinned.

Reasonable ghost!

Twisting her stiff hands, Iori Kitahara stared at the white-haired bastard with dead fish eyes.

“I’m gone teacher.”

After saying a word weakly, he wanted to leave.

“Take a sip, this time it’s guaranteed not to be beer.”

Gojo shouted kindly, clutching the brand-new paper cup in his right hand.

Water?

Kitahara Iori swallowed her spit.

Indeed, his throat was so dry that he really needed water to replenish it.

After taking the paper cup and finding that it was not beer with bubbles, but clear ‘fresh water’, he did not hesitate to dry it.

‘Poof—’

“Why did you change to baijiu again this time!”

Feeling the hotness in his throat, Iori Kitahara was about to collapse.

“Huh? No, I did pour from here. ”

Gojo also left his chair in confusion and patted the water dispenser in the corner of the wall.

Kitahara Iori also came over curiously.

But after seeing a line of words posted on the water dispenser, ‘Baijiu, no drinking’.

He fell weakly to the ground.

Tired, quickly destroy the world.

……

After class, Shizune Hiratsuka went straight back to the office.

However, as soon as the door was opened, a naked man with only his pants was in front of him.

“Hey boy, who are you!”

Hiratsuka Jing shouted with an unhappy face.

Dare to be a naked man in their office, isn’t this pure want to be beaten?

“Huh?”

Iori Kitahara, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, immediately got up and looked at the source of the voice.

“Hira, Hira, Hiratsuka-sensei!”

Seeing that it was Shizune Hiratsuka, his voice and body trembled even in fear.

“It’s you, Kitahara.”

After seeing that the naked man turned out to be Kitahara Iori, Hiratsuka Shizune instantly blackened his face.

Iori Kitahara is in one of the Chinese classes she teaches.

“I’ll go, I’ll go.”

Iori Kitahara wanted to leave.

However, Shizune Hiratsuka closed the door with his backhand, rubbed his fist, and said through gritted teeth.

“After running naked in my office for a while, you want to leave?”

“I was wrong, Hiratsuka-sensei.”

Kitahara Iori said with a crying face.

He can’t be blamed for this, when he woke up, he found himself at the school gate, and his school uniform was all resting at home.

“Okay, okay, Xiaojing, don’t hit people with your fists.”

Gojo, who was watching the play in his chair, spoke.

“Teacher!”

Kitahara Iori turned around with a touched face.

“If you want me to say ah Xiaojing…”

With that, Gojo took out a metal baseball bat glowing white from under the table.

“Fight with this, absolutely exciting.”

Give back my touch!

Kitahara Iori shivered and hid in the corner.

……

In the end, Iori Kitahara was not beaten after all.

Just after being scolded, he ran away in ashes.

He also had to take leave to go home and get his school uniform to wear, and in this way, the school sticker bar was full of pictures of him running naked.

See big after being re-closed.

Hiratsuka sat silently.

“So, why do you still bring metal baseball bats to school, this thing can kill people.”

“You still bring wine.”

Gojo said straightforwardly.

Belch……

Shizune Hiratsuka had nothing more to say.