Illness Men's Manual

On the day of the meeting.

Under the arrangement of Gojo Satoru, Yuzu Yuhito reappeared smoothly, and everyone from the sister school in Kyoto also came to the high school together.

It is a pity that Yuwuori was not present at the annual lively exchange meeting.

"It's a pity that the teacher is not here..."

Knotabagi Yuhito lowered his ears in disappointment, wanting her to see himself who has improved rapidly during this period of time.

"Teacher? Is it Teacher Wujowu?" Nagasaki Yaqiangwei asked with a lollipop in her mouth, "Have you been with Teacher Wujogi all this time?"

"what?"

Pan Da immediately turned to stare at him.

On one side, the second-year students Gou Juji and Zenyuan Maki also turned their heads to stare at him.

Knotabagi Yuhito was frightened by everyone's appearance: "What, what's the matter..."

"Aren't you a good guy, taught by Mr. Gojogi alone?" Chanyuan Maki approached Knotabagi Yujin with a weapon in her hand, and looked at him expressionlessly.

Dog Curly: "Salmon Salmon."

Fat Da: "I'm so envious..."

"???" Knotabagi Yujin hid beside Fu Heihui with question marks all over his head, not quite understanding what happened.

Fu Heihui sat on the side and explained with a slumped face: "Because Teacher Wutiaowu has been hailed as the most reliable and beloved teacher in the entire college, but Teacher Wutiaowu seldom teaches in person, and only occasionally helps substitute."

"Yu, so that's the case... because the teacher is really very kind!" It was only then that Hirohito Katsuobu suddenly realized that he sat cross-legged on the lower side of Fu Heihui, and smiled shyly: "Isn't it?"

Fu Heihui refused to answer this question.

So far, the relationship with Wuzhi is still his deepest psychological shadow, not one of them.

"You're a good boy even if you get a cheap price!" Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, went up and punched him on the head, and broke down, "Why are Wutiao-sensei and Wutiao-wu-sensei so different in personality even though they are distant relatives!"

The second graders nodded collectively.

"Why didn't Teacher Wutiaowu participate in this exchange meeting!"

The second graders nodded collectively.

"Hey, wait a minute! Isn't the teacher participating in this exchange meeting?!"

Knotaba Yuhito hugged his head and hastily interrupted Kuzaki Wild Rose's words. Since yesterday, he has been following Mr. Gojo to prepare for the surprise appearance, and it seems that he has not seen Kiriori either.

"That's right, don't you guys know anything about it?" Nagasaki Wild Rose cast a contemptuous look, the guy who was taught by Teacher Wujogi every day is not as well-informed as them!

Pang Da nodded, raised his hairy head and analyzed: "But there is no need to explain this matter to the students, it should be more accurate to ask the teachers."

"Hey hey—!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the door of the activity room was pulled open vigorously, and the tall Gojo Satoru walked in with a slight bend and greeted everyone.

The slender and powerful figure appeared very tall and outstanding in front of the students. Although half of his face was covered by the black eyepatch, the towering nose bridge and clear and smooth jawline became more prominent.

"The time for free discussion is over, and it will start soon."

Wujo Satoru's lips curled up. As the homeroom teacher, he should have come earlier to discuss the activities with the students, but it turned out that he was late.

Everyone was weak: "Yes."

"Although you are too absent from this event, the teacher trusts you very much." Gojo Satoru completely ignored everyone's perfunctory responses, cleared his throat, and put his hands behind his back to put on a reliable look.

Chanyuan Maki sneered and folded her arms.

"Especially you, Yuren." Gojo Satoru patted Tiny Katsuhiro on the shoulder, and said with a hearty smile, "You who have received special training, don't take it lightly."

"I will work hard! Teacher Wujo!"

Knotabagi Yujin's eyes sparkled.

Gojo Satoru nodded in satisfaction, then put his hand to his mouth and lowered his voice: "By the way, where is Mr. Wujowu? Did you see her?"

"........."

"Look, even a teacher might not know about this kind of thing." Chanyuan Maki shrugged.

Pan Da scratched his head: "Because this person is Teacher Wutiao."

Yuzu Yujin looked bewildered, completely confused about the situation: "What's wrong with Mr. Wutiao?"

"Ah, lately Wujiang didn't respond to messages or answer calls. Teacher, I am also very distressed." Gojo Satoru sighed exaggeratedly, and simply sat down cross-legged: "So you know?"

Nagasaki Wild Rose shook her head, pointed at Fu Heihui and said, "He knows."

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to him.

"..." Fu Heihui was silent for a while, holding his aching forehead: "Isn't it about to start? It's fine to ask after the exchange meeting is over..."

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I see." Fugurohui's face was slumped, and his tone did not fluctuate: "Mr. Wujogiri asked for leave yesterday. I heard that a friend from Yokohama came to visit, so I don't have time to participate in the exchange meeting."

"friend!?"

Yuzu Yujin scratched the back of his head, "No wonder I didn't see Mr. Wujogiri yesterday, it must be a very good friend who asked for leave on purpose."

"I really want to meet Mr. Wujou's friend, he must be as gentle and reliable as the teacher!" Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei clenched her fists and looked expectantly, then turned to look at him: "By the way, why do you know so clearly? Even Mr. Wujou doesn't know ..."

Fu Heihui fell silent.

Recently, his father often came to him, lying down without saying a word, complaining about this incident among a lot, and asking him to borrow money to buy a horse.

"W-Where did Mr. Wutiao go!?"

Gojo Satoru, who just sat cross-legged in the middle and listened attentively, disappeared into the activity room in an instant. Fu Heihui's expression was already numb, and he knew that the Tokyo school was completely overrun.

"...Really, is it all right?"

Hearing the other party's murmur, Katsuobu Yujin immediately shook his fist in front of Fu Heihui's eyes, showing his big white teeth: "No problem! I've improved a lot now!"

"Humph."

The streets of Tokyo.

Layers of billboards stand on both sides of the road, even on weekdays, there is still a constant stream of people coming and going.

The sushi restaurants on the side of the road are open, and the izakayas in the alleys are also hanging red lanterns. In the late autumn weather, there are still many girls in thin clothes walking together.

"So that's what happened, so you are no different from ordinary people now."

The orange-haired young man in a black suit and top hat was walking on the streets of Shinjuku. His exquisite and beautiful appearance attracted many people's attention.

He tilted his head slightly, his orange hair fluttered a few times and clustered around his cheeks, showing a loose smile.

"Sure enough, it feels better like this."

Those cobalt blue eyes gently slid across the end of the eyes, and the outline of the cadre, who is usually full of vigor, is extremely soft at this time.

"It's also temporary."

Yuwuzhi nodded, and stretched out his hand to tie the hair next to his ear.

The two were strolling on the street, also wearing black uniforms, they looked quite right in terms of appearance and temperament.

"Isn't that great, finally I don't have to talk to you to myself." Zhongyuan Zhong also chuckled, and for some reason, the picture of walking side by side on the road seemed to have appeared in his mind countless times.

Yuwuzhi obviously didn't have such a pleasant mind: "It's almost time to go back, aren't you tired after walking around for so long?"

"Hey, I finally came here on vacation, and it's only noon, right?" Zhong Yuanzhong was also dissatisfied immediately, folded his arms and turned his head.

He and Zhong have been together for so long before, of course Yuri knows how rare it is for him to take a vacation, and can't help but wonder: "If you are on vacation, you should rest at home. What are you doing in Tokyo?"

"Do you need any reason?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also cleared his throat, his fair and handsome side face was stained with a thin blush, and his pace became faster and faster: "Of course I came to see you, didn't I say I was going to visit your shrine last time?"

So I still remember this thing.

"The shrine... is a bit crowded right now." Yuwuori hinted at him very tactfully, but it's better not to go anyway.

Nakahara Nakaya searched the nearby shops and restaurants, and replied casually: "Really, it seems that you are more popular here? Do many people worship you?"

"..."

Discussing the topic with Wuzhi, "Then when are you going to go back?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also paused, and immediately showed a helpless expression: "I just came, at least I have to stay for a few more days, do you really want me to go?"

"No, it's just that I'm busy..."

Yuwuzhi replied with some hesitation, and saw his footsteps slightly landed in front of an old-fashioned and quaint cooking house. He fiddled with the curly orange hair around his ears a few times, turned his head and asked, "Should we eat here?"

There is a very exquisite miniature courtyard landscape arranged inside, and each compartment is very well enclosed, so that it is quiet and will not be disturbed.

Like a necessary sense of ritual, he took off his black gloves, exposing his white wrist bones and reaching out to Kiriori.

"It will be all right."

When Wuzhi was about to reach out to catch up, she suddenly stopped, and she looked back slightly.

"What's the matter?" Nakahara Chuya just opened the door curtain with his other hand, when he turned his head and found a figure suddenly appeared behind Wuzhi.

Who?

He was stunned.

He didn't notice anyone approaching at all.

It was a tall, white-haired young man, wearing the same black uniform as Kiriori, with a hand on Kiriori's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhongyuan Zhong could immediately smell the expensive perfume on the other party's body, as well as the expensive sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

Silver-white hair fell in front of Wutiao Wu's forehead, revealing those magnificent blue pupils, dotted with a very light golden halo.

This flashy guy is...?

On the contrary, Yuwuzhi was used to Gojo Satoru, who appeared out of nowhere, she raised her head: "What are you doing here?"

Gojo Satoru lazily took off his sunglasses, drooped his eyelashes, and looked around indiscriminately: "Well, I didn't even participate in today's exchange meeting, so I'm a little curious about what Kiriori-chan is doing."

When the eyes of two pairs of very different blue pupils meet, different colors collide with different colors of light.

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lower lip, and the alarm in his mind was inexplicably sounded, especially when he saw the intimate and seamless posture of the two of them, he frowned.

Who is this guy?

"it's him?"

It seems that no other suspicious characters have been found.

Gojo Gojo seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

He bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the orange-haired boy in front of him. The corners of his lips curved in a friendly arc, and he waved at him: "Hi?"

"..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also's expression changed instantly.