Fujimaru Ritsuka, but the main god space

Chapter 4: The corridor is the spawn point of Fujimaru Ritsuka

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The wind howled once again, the sound of a blizzard that Fujimaru Ritsuka would never be able to hear as he was inside Chaldea, separated by a thick layer of glass.

But for some reason, every time he stood side by side with Mash in the corridor of Chaldea and looked out, he always felt as if he was one of the people who were in the blizzard and the bleached earth.

After the journey of salvation, he would have such a dream every time he fell asleep, returning to that time.

At that time, except for the internal organ leaks, rhabdomyolysis, severe infection, continuous high fever, and broken hands and feet, basically everything was happy!
Hang out with the female heroine, fight with Scathach, go on an adventure, fight with Teacher Chiron, save the world, fight with Mr. Li Shuwen, fight for the future of mankind - and fight with Miss Martha!
The battle was really annoying, but the journey to Chaldea was really enjoyable! (Applause)

如果
If I could do it again.
I.
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"Humashu, use your shield to counter. Yes, roll forward to avoid the damage and wait for the stiffness. Ouch, stupid. Let me do it."

In the corridor of Jujutsu High School, a boy with jet-black hair was lying on the ground, curled up like a cooked white shrimp, showing a delicious curve and making steady breathing sounds.

There was a hint of grace on his face, his long, slender eyelashes trembled slightly like butterfly feathers, his hands were placed on his cheeks, and words flowed intermittently from his lips.

This scene remained frozen for a long time until a chaotic sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

"Jay! Come on, come on! Look what I found!"

At the end of the corridor, a handsome white-haired man suddenly appeared. He had a slender figure, and his reflection in the corridor even had some of the beauty of a Skull Island spider.

"Satoru, don't run around in the corridor. If someone falls to the ground, you should call the emergency number or call Gaozi's cell phone instead of excitedly dragging your classmates to visit as if you have found the Yuanmou Man fossil."

Behind, an equally tall handsome guy with black hair and a bun followed with light steps, complaining tiredly as he walked.

"I clearly said I had no interest, why did you still drag me to stay up late playing games? My trigeminal nerve hurts so much."

But the white-haired man in front ignored him, and immediately squatted down after finding Fujimaru Ritsuka.

Doing a standard Asian squat, the white-haired man listened to Ritsuka Fujimaru's murmurs in his sleep and immediately leaned back with an expression of surprise and amusement, with his fingers stretched forward, making an expression like Jerry the mouse.

"Glass! Jie! This guy can talk!"

".Wu." Behind the white-haired handsome guy, a black-haired handsome guy with soft facial curves and a rather quiet and elegant look showed a gentle and caring smile.

"Humans are animals that can talk - but sleeping in the corridor is a bit strange."

As he was talking, the boy with the black bun also squatted down and leaned next to the white-haired boy.

"Were we ambushed by Teacher Ye Moth?" The handsome white-haired boy turned around, raised his finger, and expressed his opinion.

"Don't talk like a random murderer. Mr. Ye Moth will be angry if he hears that, right?"

"Okay, okay, everyone, make way. Please leave this to a professional doctor or a female high school student. Let me check if the junior is injured."

A third person's voice came from behind the two of them.

It was a woman with short, soft brown hair. She also squatted down with a lazy but upward tone and poked the sleeping boy's cheek with her finger neatly.

"Hey, forensics: soft."

"Isn't that nonsense? Doesn't everyone have facial muscles like the principal, and—"

This action seemed to infringe upon the white-haired handsome guy's territorial consciousness, so he tried to stop him.

"Wait, this is probably our classmate, right? In that case, I'll draw a turtle on his face as a fun welcome ceremony."

As expected of a Japanese, he has 80's blood flowing in his veins.

The high school boy with long black hair bent down slightly and gave a gentle exhortation.

"It's not good to bully the weak, Wu."

The boy named Jie seemed to have extremely high moral standards and gave advice with words.

Gojo Satoru nodded and asked without turning his head.

"Where do you want to draw it?"

"Just put it on your hands. It's okay if you can't wipe it off."

The ball-haired boy with high moral standards came forward after saying this, and the two of them put their shoulders together, full of interest.

"You two are just as bad~"

The conversation between the three people was natural, but in reality it was limited to verbal chatter without any signs of physical action.

After the woman examined Fujimaru's body with movements that were so skilled that they didn't seem like those of a high school girl, she gave the answer promptly.

"There are no external injuries, and his body is still quite strong. He is just simply tired."

"Is this true? This is the first time I've seen someone dare to sleep in the school corridor! Isn't he afraid of my principal?"

Like a cat that saw something interesting, the handsome white-haired boy purred twice, and seemed to be more interested in the junior lying on the ground. "Although he is called the principal, he will not officially take office until next year or even the year after, right?"

"The same thing."

"Well, Mr. Yemo hasn't come to work yet at this time? By the way, today is the first day of school?"

The junior student on the ground frowned slightly, as if he was disturbed by the conversation. His body tilted slightly, and his eyelids kept trembling as if he was about to wake up.

How noisy, thought Fujimaru Ritsuka.

"I don't know. I didn't see the notice."

"Haha, bad student~"

"You keep scolding me! Nitro, you were just woken up by us, so I am an early riser."

"Don't confuse me with those who play games all night and don't sleep at all. I just stay in bed - ah, it seems that the new classmate is about to wake up."

What’s going on? I want to sleep a little longer.

It felt as if sharp steel needles were pierced into and stirred in the temples.

The sound of sticky fruit being mixed and separated by gravity.

The gravel was clenched in the hands, and the gravel made a noise of friction.

Chaotic air currents passed through the ventricles, my vision was spinning, and all the information reflected in the brain seemed blurry and turbid. It was more like I was tired as if I had just recovered from a serious illness than I was drowsy.

Ritsuka Fujimaru opened his eyes with difficulty. The moment his eyelids lifted, the warm light coming in from the window beside the corridor made him close his eyes again subconsciously. It took him a few seconds to finally adapt.

Then, with his eyes half closed, he saw a cloudy white mass.

Just like the pure white and soft snowflakes. The blue-purple pupils
"Fufu.?"

Ritsuka Fujimaru opened his eyes and looked at Gojo, extremely surprised.

"Giving someone a nickname the first time you meet them?"

The sudden loud question from 'Fu Fu' in front of him made Fujimaru Ritsuka more conscious.

This time he could see the other party clearly.

The morning light shone in from the window, pouring over the fair skin. The slightly orange sunlight was tinged, covering the man with a thin and hazy veil. His slender eyelashes were unnaturally long, and looking down, he was wearing a pair of somewhat abrupt sunglasses.

The sunglasses drooped down the bridge of his nose, and through the gap one could see a pair of clear eyes that were like bright stars and stretched to infinity like the sky.

The brilliance of all things is deflected, reconstructed, mixed in disorder and yet incomparably harmoniously, like colored glaze or swimming fish, rippling and flowing in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that he is a handsome guy who breaks the limits of human adjectives.

The handsome guy was leaning against the window, and next to him was another handsome guy with a very high score in the secular sense. His long black hair was tied into a bun on the side of his head, which did not make him look frivolous or sophisticated, but instead added a bit of artistic atmosphere.

Like a gentle dance in the wind, the slender petals gently fall in front of the stone road with the cheers of the crowd, and fall into the colorful palette. The light and shadow are frozen, and it is the unforgettable white moonlight.

The two handsome guys stood up at some point, leaning on each other, facing the window sideways, allowing the light and shadow to create a three-dimensional effect on their cheeks. Their eyes were cold and condescending, giving a natural photo-like feel.

"Why are you guys suddenly posing like that?" The woman squatting nearby complained softly.

The handsome white-haired boy said sincerely, "Don't you think this is cool? It fits my imagination of a senior in school."

"Most of the seniors in our class have been transferred to the police, right? I don't have much impression of them." Senior Wanzi added. "Except for Senior Mingming."

"Okay, okay, you two shut up~"

Different from the two ostentatious men, the girl was quite casual. She had no makeup on her lazy-looking face, and her mouth always had a teasing curve, exuding a unique charm that made people fall in love with her.

"Hey, my name is Naoko Ieiri." As if noticing Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze, the woman turned around with a friendly smile and waved her hand gently. "I'm in the same class as these two unreliable guys, this high school specializing in sorcery. Maybe~ I'm your classmate?"

"Ah!" Responding quickly, Fujimaru Ritsuka subconsciously followed suit and waved his hand to greet him. After fanning a few times,
"Na?"

Classmate?
Ritsuka Fujimaru looked at the young faces of the three people, estimated their ages, touched himself subconsciously, and turned to look at the window beside him.

The shiny parallel glass plate reflects the boy's handsome face.

And the clear eyes that are unique to college students.

what?
me?

I'm going to be a high school student?

(End of this chapter)