Anime: Gojo Satoru's chaotic daily life

"I never thought that Gojo-sensei is actually Gojo-sensei's brother."

Yukinoshita Yukino took a sip of coffee and said with a hint of surprise in her tone

"Maybe it's because my brother and I have different hair colors, many people don't realize that we are siblings."

Komari scratched her hair and smiled gently.

"By the way, Yukinoshita-san, please call me Koumaru-chan. My friends all call me that. Otherwise, it’s very confusing to call her brother and me at the same time."

She knew why the hair color was different.

Gojo Satoru and Gojo Umaru were not real siblings at all.

Besides, as long as there is love, even real siblings can’t stop it.

Friends?

Yukinoshita Yukino was silent for a while, then slowly nodded and said

"Then, I will call you Xiaomai from now on."

""Yeah."

Komari replied softly.

And beside her, Kanono Hongxu had already run into the room.

Because the yellow powder who turned into a 'traveling host' was too uncomfortable, he wanted to come out for some fresh air, so he contacted his mistress.

In order not to scare Yukinoshita Yukino, Kanono Hongxu had to go back to the room.

There were only three people and a cat left in the spacious living room.

"It seems like you guys are having a good chat, so I can rest assured to make COS costumes."

At this time, Gojo Satoru interrupted. I have to take some time out every day to make COS costumes, but why do I feel like I'm being exploited at work?

So, the salaryman is Kitagawa Umi, right?

"Do you suggest that I go and watch it together? Gojo-sensei."

Yukinoshita Yukino's eyes were filled with curiosity.

She didn't know how to make COS costumes or sew clothes, but she could learn.

She was a perfectionist, and was outdone by the big man Gojo Satoru in sewing clothes. Even the original commission from the Service Club was snatched away, and her poor self-esteem began to play tricks on her.

"You want to go? It doesn't matter, just follow me."

Gojo Satoru looked at him strangely and shrugged.

""Thank you."

He replied politely.

The two of them also went to the study on the second floor.

As for Komari, who was still in the living room on the first floor, after seeing the two of them completely disappear from her sight, her angelic smile disappeared, and she showed a decadent look like an uncle.

"Oh~ It's so tiring to pretend to be a beautiful girl at home." She sighed like an old man.

She was really afraid that Yukinoshita Yukino would ask her what she did at home during the holidays, why she got up so late today, why she had to be called by her brother at such a big age, etc....

Playing games at home during the holidays, staying up all night playing games last night, because I like my brother to call me, these are the three standard answers of Koumaro.

……

Study.

As soon as Yukino Yukinoshita came in, she saw a dazzling array of books, including the books she often read in the Service Club. If you look closely, you can find that these books have been tugged, and it is obvious that they are not just for show.

In the middle of the study, there is a medium-sized sewing machine, as well as various small tools and materials for making clothes.

Sitting on the chair, Gojo Satoru supported his cheek with his right hand and smiled.

"Why, are you shocked by my study?"

"A little bit."

Yukinoshita Yukino remained calm, straightened her skirt like a lady and sat on a chair at the side, saying

"let's start"

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Gojo Satoru had a puzzled look on his face.

Not a girl, why are you so much like a big lady? I'm sewing clothes, not playing the piano for you.

No, since the atmosphere has come to this, then I'll……

"Please wait a moment."

At this moment, Gojo Satoru's tone and movements became more elegant.

After walking into a room in the study, he walked out again in less than a minute.

However, this time Gojo Satoru was wearing a black tuxedo and holding two glasses of red wine.

""Yukino, please."

They looked at each other affectionately, and their tone became deep.

Looking at the affectionate gaze and the beautiful eyes that made people indulge, Yukinoshita Yukino's heart beat faster and a blush appeared on her face.

She was also an ordinary person, just colder and more venomous than other ordinary people.

To let Gojo Satoru call her Yukino, it was obvious that she had accepted this intimate name in her heart.

Of course, this acceptance was naturally for male friends.

"So why did the scumbag teacher change into a tuxedo? Aren't you just making clothes? Or do you think you look handsome in a tuxedo? I just think you're stupid."

Taking the red wine glass with her right hand, Yukinoshita Yukino pretended to be calm and said with contempt.

This set of venomous tongue combos may not be able to get off the stage for ordinary people.

But Gojo Satoru hooked his Nike mouth (Dragon King mouth) and said

"I am indeed handsome."

"Tsk."

Speechless.

After taking a sip of red wine and putting it on another table, Gojo Satoru was too lazy to change his clothes and started sewing COS clothes.

Yukinoshita Yukino, who was sitting like a lady, watched quietly and learned.

……

Five p.m

‘Ding, ding——’

Suddenly, Yukinoshita Yukino's cell phone alarm rang.

Gojo Satoru, who had just finished his work for the day, stood up and asked while picking up the red wine glass.

"Why did you set the alarm so late? You don't usually wake up at this time, do you? Tsk tsk, a beautiful girl from Sobu High School is actually a lazy pig."

"Don't think of me the same way as you do, Gojo-sensei."

She swiped her phone and turned off the alarm, then Yukinoshita Yukino continued.

"I just set an alarm in advance. After all, if a cute girl like me comes to your house alone, it is inevitable that you will get wild, but obviously this is not necessary."

"So is it necessary to be so vigilant against me?"

Gojo Satoru's face was full of black lines.

He had seen narcissistic people, but he had never seen one as narcissistic as him.

Seeing the expression of this white-haired bastard, Yukinoshita Yukino smiled secretly in her heart.

In fact, the alarm clock was set just to remind her to go home and make dinner, and it was not an alarm clock as she said.