The strongest me is running amok in Yokohama

After a night of beating chickens and eggs, Gojo Satoru ushered in the morning with his body that was starting to have a high fever again.

"It's a good thing I don't have to cook by myself," Gojo Satoru looked dull, "Otherwise, I might be able to confuse sugar with salt."

Ayatsuji Xingren sat next to him, and sarcastically said mercilessly: "It's the most terrifying thing that you can do this."

"Knowing how to cook is very common in itself," Gojo Satoru turned his head and asked, "All of you should be able to do it too."

Then he saw two faces with completely different expressions, but with exactly the same meaning.

Gojo Satoru slowly put out a question mark: "Let's not talk about Ayatsuji, Dazai, you should live alone..."

Osamu Dazai smiled and said, "It's unexpected that Gojo can cook! Maybe Gojo-kun, you can become a good mother in the future!"

Gojo Satoru resisted the urge to have a pupil quake on the spot: "...It is impossible for a man to become a mother, you should give up."

Zhong Yuanzhong also answered the five questions seriously: "We are usually too busy with work, and we don't have time to cook well. So it's normal for some people to not know how to cook."

"This reason can only be suitable for Zhongye," Wujo Wu complained, "No matter who the remaining three people are, they are essentially passive sabotage groups."

When it comes to sabotage, Gojo Satoru starts to feel unhappy again: "Alas... I may not be able to accompany you to feed the pigeons on the street this time, Ayatsuji."

"I didn't plan to go, it was just you talking to yourself." Ayatsuji pedestrian replied coldly, "And you never mentioned feeding the pigeons before."

Gojo Satoru didn't care about Ayatsuji's indifferent attitude: "I know you're actually looking forward to hanging out with me—" Hearing this, Ayatsuji almost couldn't help blurting out "I don't", "But if If I don’t work hard this time, I might die, die!!”

The white-haired boy sighed lazily: "Isn't there really no other way?"

Ayatsuji pedestrians fell silent.He was thinking seriously, should he ask Gojo Satoru first, "Why are you always so confident in your relationships?" or "What happened to you yesterday?"

Fortunately, Gojo Satoru went on to save Ayatsuji pedestrians who were gradually suffering from difficulty in choosing: "In short, it has something to do with that Miru Fiore... Even if I don't take the initiative to trouble Bailan, he will attack me sooner or later of."

Zhong Yuanzhong also interjected: "Are you still having a fever? Can you do it?"

"You have to do it if you can't," Gojo Satoru replied helplessly, "You, a social animal like Chuya, should understand that a real capitalist doesn't care about the health of his subordinates at all!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also choked up for a moment, wanting to say "I don't know" to this person who has more and more brain problems after having a fever, but considering that the other party is still a sick person, he had to reluctantly swallow this sentence back : "So you plan to act with me?"

"I don't know," Gojo Gori said bluntly, "I don't even think about planning at all! Because I hate work so much."

Zhong Yuanzhong also heard this answer that ordinary people couldn't bear at all, and he just sneered twice: "At least you are not seriously thinking about how to escape from work, which is pretty good."

Gojo Satoru's pitiful eyes swept across Nakahara Chuya's hair: "If this continues, be careful of middle-aged baldness, Chuya."

"Every time we meet, we will fight, and at least 50.00% of it is your fault." Ayatsuji pedestrian fiddled with the knife and fork in his hand leisurely, "The remaining 50.00% is because of Osamu Dazai."

The implication is that both himself and Zhong Yuanzhong are completely innocent.

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, and was about to express his inner disdain for this statement, when the communicator in his pocket suddenly beeped a few times.

"...What are you doing?" Wutiao was stunned after pointing the screen at his eyes, "Peng Lie's speed is quite fast."

He stood up under the watchful eye of the other three, and walked out of the restaurant without caring that he only ate half of his breakfast.

Central Plains was also a little confused: "What happened? Is there anything that Pengelie needs to deal with separately?"

He saw Ayatsuji Xingren squinted at him with his usual indifferent eyes, and did not speak.

"Because Chu is also an idiot," Dazai Osamu laughed, "so I don't even understand what Gojo is doing."

The veins on Zhongya Zhongya's forehead couldn't help but twitched again: "...He never told me about this, okay! I'm not that familiar with him!"

"Wait," he was shocked as if he suddenly thought of something, "could it have something to do with what Mr. Sen told me before..."

"It's about [-]% of the relationship." Dazai Osamu looked pitiful, "The brainless slug has been used mercilessly again."

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Wutiao, what did he use me for?"

"It doesn't matter, right? I don't think it has any effect on Chuya in general," Osamu Dazai writhed on the chair like a child with ADHD, his face overflowing with ill intentions, "After all It's just using the fact that you've been 'experimented' by human beings, Chuya, to draw Vongola's attention to himself."

Ayatsuji pedestrian raised his eyes, his voice was calm: "There is no evidence that Gojo has not been tested."

"Don't always speak for Gojo-kun like this, Mr. Ayatsuji," Dazai laughed so hard that he couldn't find Bei, "Are you his guardian?"

***

Gojo Satoru followed the map sent by the communicator, turned left and right in the corridors of the base, and finally stopped at the door of a conference room.

The young man looked down at the map, and then looked up at the door in front of him. After making sure that he had gone the right way, he pushed the door open, dragged his shoes and walked in.

A young man with chestnut hair was sitting quietly on the main seat with his hands folded.

Sawada Tsunayoshi is the Italian mafia godfather who is famous enough in the whole world.But unlike his identity, when we actually meet him, we will find that from the outside, Sawada is just an ordinary young man with a gentle appearance and a comfortable attitude.

——Of course, at least half of them are delusions of fools.

Gojo Satoru chose a random place to sit down, his posture was completely different from the other party's uninhibited.He adjusted his direction to make sure that he and Sawada Tsunayoshi could look at each other face to face, and finally stopped all kinds of small movements that made people feel impatient.

At this moment, Gojo Gojo turned his gaze to the silver-haired man standing behind Peng Gelie Judaime: "Who is this?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled lightly, and replied with a good temper: "Hayato is my right and left hand."

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to feel the stern gaze of Hayato Gojoji at all, so he looked back very calmly and put his gaze on Sawada Tsunayoshi: "So have you guys discussed how to 'deal' me?"

Judaime rubbed his ring, and lowered his voice gently: "Please don't say that, Mr. Gojo. We are both the necessary force to maintain the existence of this world, and our status is not high or low."

Gojo Satoru's eyes were burning, and he observed the expression of Sawada Tsunayoshi without blinking: "Do you really think so?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled shyly at Gojo: "It's just the responsibility that 'seven to the third power' should have borne."

"Sorry," Wujo Satoru said frankly, "Because there is a very annoying and deep-minded mafia leader over there in the 'book', so I subconsciously have a prejudice against you-but now when we meet, I find out that this is not The type I like."

Hayato Jagoji gritted his teeth.

Sawada Tsunayoshi laughed twice, and also apologized to Gojo: "There were some accidents at the headquarters before, so I couldn't come here in time to see Mr. Gojo."

After the atmosphere between the two became better, Gojo Satoru stopped talking nonsense and asked straightforwardly, "Did Mirufiore find me?"

"It's very possible." Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't hide anything—as he said before, Sawada really regarded Gojo as an equal individual. "A few months ago, Bai Lan had some strange movements."

"At that time, we didn't understand why the momentum of the dispute between the two sides suddenly slowed down," Tsunayoshi Sawada said with a serious face, "until Reborn told me about you not long ago."

"'Seven to the third power' is not a whole, but consists of three parts, that's why we didn't find out about you in time."

Gojo Satoru sighed: "...Mr. Pengo Lie, don't you think this development is very...JUMP?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi has question marks all over his head: "What?"

"It's nothing," Wutiao put the complaint back in time, "it's just that I roughly understand what happened."

"About your matter, we also have some information here," Sawada Tsunayoshi said seriously, "about the so-called 'world consciousness' and its spokesperson 'heroic spirit'."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath: "...what the hell?"

"Am I so big?" The young man looked dazed, "Could it be that I am the real protagonist of this comic? The type who can gradually awaken the ability in the body, counterattack under adversity, and kill the villain boss?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi's long-time complaints were also awakened by this guy: "If I really want to say it, my experience is the classic JUMP. The waste material finally became the godfather of the mafia and often works part-time to save the world or something."

Gojo Satoru turned pale with shock: "Could it be...it's actually a group portrait comic with multiple protagonists?!"

Gokuji Hayato couldn't bear it anymore, and yelled at this unscrupulous bastard: "Show me some respect when talking to Judaime!"