Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Geto Suguru did not ask for leave. After the vacation, he returned to the office with his injuries to continue working.

Now, with his income, it is impossible for him to take leave at any time. This is a very realistic problem.

I stood there with my injury for the entire morning, speaking to the packed classroom of students, my mouth dry and my tongue parched.

Leaving the people he was familiar with and teaching a group of people he rejected, while wearing a false mask, was a very torturous thing for him.

During the ten-minute break between classes, Geto Xia Yu went to the tea room to make a bag of black tea. His tall and thin figure leaned against the wall, silently waiting for the tea to cool down.

In the corridor, the noisy voices of the older students talking reached his ears.

Geto Xia Yu took a sip of black tea and looked out the window. The ground downstairs was dirty with mud that had not been cleaned up thoroughly after the heavy rain.

For the monthly salary, I endure my injured body and do things I don't want to do.

You cannot be dissatisfied, you cannot fool around, and you must be well-mannered and smile at all times.

"Heh~" Geto Suguru laughed sarcastically.

No wonder ordinary people have so much resentment that it gives birth to one cursed spirit after another. Geto Suguru suddenly thought that if he didn't have the technique and couldn't control his own cursed power, I'm afraid that the cursed spirits generated by his negative emotions would be much more than those of others.

Once this idea came into being, it began to conflict with his original idea, and he was the only one who felt the pain.

Geto Xia Yu covered his chest with one hand and inexplicably thought of the smell of the two cursed spirits again.

After each swallow, the time it takes to actually absorb and use the cursed spirit will vary depending on its level and strength.

The incarnations of Tamamonomae and Bone Woman are special-grade cursed spirits, and it is impossible to completely subdue and absorb them for one's own use in a short period of time.

Every time he absorbed the curse spirit generated by human negative emotions, his own emotions would fluctuate greatly, and that was the case now.

It was very uncomfortable, but being able to see Gojo Satoru when he returned home was probably the only comfort he had at the moment, making him feel that he was no longer alone.

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Gojo Satoru's sore throat had not yet healed, but he had the throat lozenges that Geto Suguru bought for him in his pocket, and he took one from time to time, so he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

When he returned to the technical high school, Gojo Satoru met Yaga Masamichi on a corridor of the technical high school. After hearing that Gojo Satoru's voice was a little hoarse, Yaga Masamichi still asked him a question out of concern.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Gojo Satoru had an uncomfortable throat, but his smile was dazzling. He felt happy when he thought that it was Geto Suguru who had been taking care of him these days.

This kind of happiness overshadowed the pain completely.

"Ah, I caught a cold a few days ago. My fever was almost 40 degrees Celsius. My head was almost burned out. Look, my throat is still swollen now."

"Is that so?" Ye Mo Zhengdao was a little surprised, and soon a look of guilt appeared on his face.

Because of his dark skin and the fact that he always wore sunglasses, Gojo Satoru didn't notice the slight hint of guilt on his face.

Gojo Satoru showed off the throat lozenges in his hand, talking about how effective they were, as if they were some kind of panacea.

But in Ye Mo Zhengdao's opinion, it was just the ordinary loquat mint throat lozenges that were placed next to the checkout counter in every supermarket.

He didn't remember that this thing was as effective as Gojo Goku praised it to be, or had the manufacturer improved the formula?

No matter what, he felt a little ashamed towards the sick Gojo Satoru, and couldn't help but say: "I'm sorry for asking you to go on a mission in Gunma when you're sick, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a moment after hearing what Yega Masamichi said. After a long while, he slowly uttered a questioning question: "Huh?"

Ye Moth Zhengdao added, "No wonder I thought your voice had changed. You said it was due to an unstable signal. Now it seems it's not just a signal problem; maybe it's a sore throat."

Gojo Satoru looked at Yaga Masamichi, his blue eyes behind the round glasses full of inquiry.

"Did you call me?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao sighed and thought that the burn was indeed serious. Even the great Gojo Satoru had problems with his memory. But there was nothing that could be done about it. Apart from Gojo Satoru, no one else could complete the task.

Does he have to find a bunch of first-level magicians to encircle and suppress Gunma?

"The commission I handed over said that two special-grade cursed spirits appeared at the same time. I don't know who else to send besides you. Also, I didn't know you were sick at the time. Why don't you go and have Glass take a look at you later? Maybe you can get better faster."

Yega Masamichi said this, but Gojo Satoru did not move. Now he was leaning against the pillar on the corridor and looking at Yega Masamichi. His expression suddenly became serious, completely different from the cheerful laugher just now.

"Satoru," Yega Zhengdao also noticed the changes in Gojo Satoru, but he didn't know why.

Gojo Satoru said in a deep voice, "Did I give you the mission report? I can't remember exactly. If not, I'll give it to you later."

Ye Moth Zhengdao shook his head and said, "No need. Wasn't it already placed on the desk in the principal's office the morning before yesterday?"

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and asked again, "Besides calling, is there any other way to contact me?"

Ye Mo Zhengdao finally heard something wrong. He looked at Gojo Satoru in confusion, but Gojo Satoru suddenly smiled at him at this moment.

"Don't worry about it. I just want to make sure my brain has returned to normal. After all, the fever is close to 40 degrees."

Ye Mo Zheng Dao was a little speechless, but he had long been accustomed to Gojo Satoru's nervous twitching.

"I also sent you a message. The specific address where the cursed spirit appeared was also notified in the message. Didn't you ask me to send it?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I remember now." Gojo Satoru waved at Yega Masamichi and walked towards the classroom. "See you then. I have to hurry to class. The rain has finally stopped, and the first-year guys can't slack off anymore. Otherwise, we will definitely lose to the singer's students at the sister exchange meeting in a month!"

"That's a senior, you should call me Diva Senior. Oh well, how can I expect you to improve in addressing me like that..."

Ye Mo Zhengdao watched Gojo Satoru turn the corner with his hands in his pockets and disappear into the corridor. He sighed slightly and felt a little sorry for his former student, current colleague and subordinate.

There are nominally three special-grade soldiers that the technical college can use now, but Jiujiu Yuki is often abroad and never takes any missions, so it makes no difference whether they have them or not.

The newly promoted special-grade Yuta Otsutsuka is, after all, just a student. He has the title of special-grade but no special-grade experience, and is simply unable to take on the task of dealing with special-grade cursed spirits alone.

What's more, bound to it is the special-grade cursed spirit Rika Kimoto. If anything goes wrong, it could lead to a catastrophe that would not distinguish between friend and foe.

In fact, the only one who can be used by the high school, who can deal with special-grade cursed spirits and perform tasks that no one else can perform is Gojo Satoru.

"Ah, it would be great if a spellcaster with special level skills, rich experience and knowledge could appear at this time."

However, Ye Moth Zhengdao also understood that he was just daydreaming.

Special grade, there are only three in all these years.

It can be seen how difficult it is to reach the special level.

After turning the corner, Gojo Satoru took out his mobile phone immediately. He first looked at the call logs. In the call logs, there was no record of any calls from Ye Mo Zhengmichi in recent days.

He looked through the messages again, and the news was the same. The last message from Ye Moth Zhengdao was a week ago.

What were you doing a week ago?

Ah yes, on a mission out in the field.

Gojo Satoru put the cell phone into his shirt pocket, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his stern face.

"Jay," he chuckled, "I really underestimated how good you are to me, didn't I?"