Comprehensive: Gojo Satoru's Chaotic Daily Life

The last class in the morning, the fourth class.

Gojo Satoru chose not to attend a class alone, nor to run up and down, but to choose...

playground.

"Come, come, everyone, come closer to me. Two classes are divided into two parts. Don't get confused~."

Gojo Satoru was standing on the flower bed, wearing a black sportswear, shouting with a loudspeaker.

Yes, since you don't choose to run up and down and go to a class alone, let's just do sports together.

The first-year class F and the second-year class J below are all wearing sportswear.

Most of them had excited smiles on their faces.

After all, physical education class is much more interesting than Mandarin class.

And the most important point, I can still take physical education class with the first graders.

Many people in class J who were originally sand sculptures began to pretend to be deep, but their small eyes glanced at Kitagawa Kaimeng and others from the first-year current team from time to time.

so beautiful~

They couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

Kitagawa Kaimeng, Xia Chuan Masuyo, and Huaye Hongxu are very famous in Sobu High School.

Not only their sophomores but even their third grades are known to many people.

Mina-san, Mr. Wutiao, I won't procrastinate, let's disband after a short walk, okay?

"Good!!! Xn"

"Are you so enthusiastic and energetic? Let's run ten laps to warm up first!"

"Okay... huh? Xn"

Everyone's expressions froze.

You must know that the playground of Zongwu High School is very big, so running ten laps won't exhaust you to death?

The most important thing is that I don't want to show the tired ugly face in front of those beautiful girls.

"Hmm~ That's right, the number of laps is too long for you, I'm afraid it's not ordinary tired."

Gojo Satoru stroked his smooth chin, lowered his head and pondered.

"Yes yes yes~"!"

Everyone nodded hastily.

Even Yukinoshita Yukino in the crowd had a slightly ugly face.

Although she is very good at sports, the total length of the ten laps will really exhaust people in place.

"Sorry, it's the teacher, I didn't think carefully."

A look of shame flashed across Gojo Satoru's face.

That's right, it must be Mr. Wutiao, you didn't think carefully.

Everyone was overjoyed, but they still quickly restrained the corners of their mouths from rising.

However, the next thing...

"Ten laps for boys and two laps for girls."

Gojo Satoru squatted down and said with a mocking face.

"Damn, I don't accept it, Mr. Wutiao, you are engaging in gender discrimination, why do boys have ten circles?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(ery

"Good brother, don't cry, cry and cry together."

"Actually, Teacher Wutiao~ she belongs to a girl."

"Ugh~ you're so disgusting."

The boys in the two classes below all exploded, each of them wanted to cry but had no tears, and there were a few pretending to be girls talking in a whiny voice.

Only the girls breathed a sigh of relief and ran two laps, which was acceptable.

"Don't tell me, just go and go."

Gojo Satoru jumped down from the flower bed as he said that, holding a tree branch that he didn't know where to pull in his hand.

After waving a few times at random in mid-air, the boys who couldn't move could only run.

The girls also followed closely behind, running neatly.

first lap.

"Come on, come on, there are still nine laps, come on.

Gojo Satoru lay on the flower bed and lazily shouted.

Second lap.

The boys in the two classes began to breathe a little faster.

"Little dogs, can you do it?"

Gojo Satoru was standing on the flower bed again, shouting with dissatisfaction.

Grass (always plant)

Everyone's eyes bulged, and they started to sprint with ferocious faces.

third lap.

The girls also stopped, drinking the soda that Gojo Satoru had prepared in advance.

And the group of boys who were called 'little dogs' just now were still sprinting in front of them, as if they had been beaten to death.

Fourth lap.

Some boys with poor physical strength began to fall behind, and their legs were very heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Fifth lap.

More and more people are falling behind, and a few of them are still breathing like dogs with their tongues out.

sixth lap.

That is to say, Hayama Hayato was able to maintain the running pace, but his face became more and more ugly.

Mainly because I was stimulated just now, and the sprint used a lot of physical strength.

Otherwise, not to mention running down ten laps, eight laps is no problem.

the other side.

Standing by the flower bed, Ebina Hime poked Miura Yuiko, who was distracted, with her ribs, reminding her.

"...Yumiko, it looks like Hayama is very tired, why don't you send me a bottle of water later?"

Yumiko Miura shook her head silently.

Only after being rescued by Hua Ye Hongxu last time and seeing Gojo Satoru's handsome figure, for some reason, she suddenly realized that she didn't like Hayama Hayato that much either.

It's a bit of a feeling of empathy.

Miura Yuiko subconsciously looked at Gojo Satoru who was surrounded by Kitagawa Kaimeng's children.

long time watching...

"Do you like Teacher Wutiao?"

A female voice suddenly came from the ear.

Miura Yuiko was so frightened that her body trembled, she turned her head suddenly and saw Yihua with a mischievous smile on her face.

"I thought who it was, you almost scared me to death (Li Mo's) flower."

"Sorry sorry, I didn't mean to."

Yihua waved his hands to apologize, and then asked curiously.

"Back to the topic just now, do you like Teacher Wutiao?"

I like it, Mr. Gojo!?

Yumiko Miura blushed and quickly explained.

"How is it possible, we are teachers and students, this cannot be a teacher-student relationship."

"What era is it now, there are teacher-student romances everywhere.

Yihua rolled her pretty eyes and said.

She said this not to persuade Miura Yuiko to go after Gojo Satoru, but to defend her sister Nino.

Gojo Satoru is the one my sister is pursuing.

(No, my head is really hurting to death.)

(It took me more than two hours to write this chapter. My head really hurts.).