Jujutsu Kaisen: All the Tenjinkai are good guys Chapter 118

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The blush on Gojo Satoru’s face faded away quickly. Even though it was the first time he experienced an allergy in his life, given his physical condition, that little annoyance would not have much impact on him.

This made Xia Youjie’s guilt fade a little.

“Allergic to alcohol,” Gojo Satoru muttered, something he had never thought would happen to him, and shook his hands in disdain: “I don’t care! It’s bitter and hard to drink. I really don’t understand how Gintoki and Naoko can drink it. There must be something wrong with their taste buds!”

“Your taste buds are too childish. You only like sweet things.” Xia Yujie held down the flying infusion tube.

“What? Jie hasn’t drunk it yet. A good student like you will definitely follow the rules. No one will care if you drink it, so why do you have to follow the rules? I already know what it feels like to be an adult.”

“Hmm, as expected of Wu, I was completely defeated by the smell of an adult.”

Gojo Satoru snorted and stopped talking to him.

The phone in my arms suddenly vibrated, so I took it out and took a look.

Unknown phone number.

“Hey, cell phone.”

“Yes, it’s a cell phone.”

I don’t know why, but Geto Suguru 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 meatball on his head.

What on earth are you doing?

Gojo Satoru simply ordered it to be played publicly.

A formal summons came from inside: “This is the Metropolitan Police Department. 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 time, 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 Suguru were both strangely silent.

Oh no, my partner suddenly became a pervert. I have never heard of this before, so I don’t know how to deal with it!

However, unlike Geto Suguru who was unable to answer for a long time, Gojo Satoru soon burst into laughter.

“What? Gintoki was put in jail? He’s in jail! So funny, take a picture for me!”

“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 clinking handcuffs and slapping railings, the person who was imprisoned for multiple crimes was already shouting: “What are you doing! I am innocent, it’s all a misunderstanding! Don’t take it as a joke, you bastard Gojo Satoru! Getu-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.”

“I’ll kill you—!”

“We can’t just pretend we didn’t hear the death threats. You look young, so we should notify your parents to discipline you strictly. Just calling your classmates won’t work at all.”

“It’s a misunderstanding, it’s just a misunderstanding! Ah, Geto-kun——”

Xia Youjie, who was standing next to him, finally found his way back to the language.

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

On the way back, he discovered a cursed spirit, and then for some reason he separated from Glass. While he was exorcising the cursed spirit on his own, he did not notice the outsiders, which resulted in a commotion.

But when I wanted to explain it, since it was something related to the world of sorcery, I couldn’t find any explanation at all.

So he was taken to the Metropolitan Police Department under torture.

It makes sense, but I just feel like something is a little weird.

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

The unnecessary sense of responsibility in Xiayou Jie’s heart made him both angry and amused.

What should I do? This is his classmate, I can’t just throw it away, I’d better pick it up.

“Don’t worry, Gintoki. Wait there until I get to you.”

Geto Xiayou asked the police officer for the specific address, and then got up to go and rescue Gintoki.

Not long after the call was hung up, Gojo Satoru was looking at the dripping medicine bottle with a bored expression on his face.

“What? You’re really asking for help in the end. Gintoki is so strong, he can come back by himself, right? No one can stop him.”

“Because we have to follow the rules.”

“Huh? Don’t you think it’s troublesome and ridiculous that a sorcerer has to abide by the rules set by ordinary people? You guys are too cautious, it makes me tired just watching you.”

“Spellcasters exist because of non-spellcasters. We have an obligation to protect the peaceful lives of ordinary people. It would be meaningless to disrupt the rules ourselves.”

Xia Yujie greeted the nurse with a smile and gave her some reminders.

Gojo Satoru held up his face and looked at his smiling profile.

I don’t understand.

How could Gojo Satoru possibly understand what they were thinking when they said that.

Boring and serious arguments, but also a very troublesome intention to care for ordinary people.

In the end, the only one who will feel troubled is yourself. Ordinary people will not appreciate their kindness.

It is precisely because Gojo Satoru has absolutely no empathy for the thoughts of ordinary people that he can laugh so freely.

But when he smiled.

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-sorcerers.

Those things that Gojo Satoru didn’t care about at all were actually guarded by them with great care.

“I hate righteousness.”

I also don’t like those troublesome and trivial things that bother Gintoki and Geto Suguru.

They should be freer.

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

There are just some omissions in the details due to insufficient information.

Gintoki and Naoko, who had returned to Jujutsu High School, were cleaning the gymnasium, occasionally throwing a few balls 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? We agreed to have two days off a week, but something happened at night, so we need to work overtime. How are you going to pay me for the overtime?” Gintoki asked arrogantly, “Listen carefully, I won’t go unless you double my pay.”

Glass lay on the ball, rolling with it. “It’s unfortunate that this is the only one left who can go out on the field. Whether to spend time reporting or pay for it out of pocket is really a question worth thinking about.”

The assistant supervisor has a lot of grievances but cannot express them.

Since you know that you will most likely have to pay out of your own pocket instead of taking the time to report it, why not stop this person who is asking for such a huge sum!

pity.

Glass felt the prayer.

Then ignored it.

Prayers were thrown in the trash.

The assistant supervisor lowered his head in pain: “It’s a fleeing second-level cursed spirit. Now there is no one who can deal with it. Please help us deal with it before greater harm occurs!”