Comprehensive: Gojo Satoru's Chaotic Daily Life

Feeling like I vomited out the last night's meal, Kitahara Iori's face turned pale, and her stomach twitched.

The taste of yesterday's alcohol still lingers in the mouth.

Vomit~ It smells so bad, I want to vomit again.

"Okay, okay, take a sip of tea and rinse your mouth.

Gojo Satoru's voice came from next to his ear.

Then there was a disposable paper cup handed over to him.

"Thank you, teacher, I was rude just now."

After taking the paper cup, Kitahara Iori looked ashamed.

Unexpectedly, it was like this, this white-haired teacher was not angry yet, and was even willing to fetch water to rinse his mouth.

Damn me!

He held it with his handcuffed hands, didn't even look at it, and then raised his head to drink.

"puff----"

In an instant, Kitahara Iori spat in the trash can.

"This is really wine!"

Looking at the yellow still bubbling beer in the paper cup, his face twitched crazily.

I take back my preface, this Baimao teacher is a pure black-bellied bastard, who will take revenge!

"Ah? Sorry, sorry, maybe I'm wrong."

Gojo Satoru cocked Erlang's legs with a smile on his face.

Because Hiratsuka Shizuka and Sengoku Chihiro love to drink, they often bring a bottle or two of beer to school, and they can drink if they want.

"Teacher, can I beat you?"

Kitahara Iori said with a resentful face.

"If you want to be beaten up in turn."

"That's disturbing!"

After looking at his height, Kitahara Iori apologized without hesitation.

This is simply not a magnitude.

"What I said just now is indeed not wrong. I did forget the key to the handcuffs, and I think Yuan lost it too."

Gojo Satoru said with a distressed expression.

Then why do you, as a teacher, still carry handcuffs without keys? Hey!

Kitahara Iori roared wildly in her heart.

Standing up lonely, he wanted to leave.

"Okay, okay, I'm not a bad person, pass me your hands.

Gojo Satoru said helplessly.

Anyway, he is also one of the students taught by Chihiro Chihiro, so he can't keep messing with him.

Hmm!? Maybe there are pliers or something?

Kitahara Iori was taken aback, and passed her hands expectantly.

'Click——

Seeing the pair of big hands that took out the key open the bracelet, Kitahara was stunned.

"Hey, hey, didn't you say you lost the key?!"

"Oh, I remembered that the key was lost in my pocket, and it suddenly occurred to me, is it reasonable?"

Gojo Satoru giggled.

Fair as hell!

Twisting his stiff hands, Kitahara Iori stared at the white-haired bastard with dead fish eyes.

"I'm leaving teacher."

After saying something weakly, he wanted to leave.

"Drink some water, I promise it's not beer this time."

Wujo Wujo shouted kindly, holding a brand new paper cup in his right hand.

water?

Kitahara Iori swallowed.

Indeed, his throat is very dry, and he really needs water to replenish it.

After taking the paper cup and realizing that it was not beer with bubbles, but clear 'fresh water', he did it without hesitation.

'puff

"Why did you switch to white wine again this time!"

Feeling the heat in her throat, Kitahara Iori almost collapsed.

"Huh? It shouldn't be, I did pour it from here."

Gojo Satoru also left the chair in doubt, and patted the water dispenser in the corner.

Kitahara Yizhi also walked over curiously.

But after seeing a line of words "Liquor, no drinking" posted on the water dispenser.

He fell powerlessly to the ground.

Tired, quickly destroy this world.

After class, Ping Jiajing went directly to the office.

However, as soon as the door was opened, a naked man with only his underpants on came into view.

"Hey kid, who are you!"

Shizuka Hiratsuka shouted with a displeased face.

Dare to be a naked man in their office, isn't this pure desire to be beaten?

...asking for flowers...

"what?"

Kitahara, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, immediately got up and looked towards the source of the sound.

"Ping, Ping, Hiratsuka-sensei!"

Seeing that it was Shizuka Hiratsuka, his voice and body trembled in fear.

"It's you, Wang Yuan."

Seeing that the naked man turned out to be Kitahara Iori, Shizuka Hiratsuka's face darkened instantly.

The class that Kitahara Iori is in is also one of the classes in the Mandarin class she teaches.

"I'm going, I'm going."

Kitahara Iori wanted to leave.

However, Shizuka Hiratsuka closed the door with her backhand, rubbed her fists, and said through gritted teeth.

..0...

"Run naked in my office for a while and want to leave?"

"I was wrong, Hiratsuka-sensei."

Kitahara Iori said with a mournful face.

This can't be blamed on him, as soon as he woke up, he found himself at the school gate, and all the school uniforms were left at home.

"Okay, okay, Xiaojing, don't hit people with your fists."

Gojo Satoru, who was watching the play on the chair, spoke.

"teacher!"

Kitahara Iori turned around with a moved face.

"Let me tell you, Xiaojing......."

As he spoke, Gojo Satoru took out a metal baseball bat glowing white from under the table.

"Using this to fight is absolutely exciting."

Bring back my emotion!

Kitahara shivered and hid in the corner of the wall.

In the end, Kitahara Iori was not beaten after all.

After being scolded for a while, he ran away in despair.

He still has to ask for leave to go home and wear his school uniform. In this way, the school post bar is full of photos of him running naked.

After seeing the door was closed again.

Hiratsuka sat beside him silently.

"So, why do you still bring a metal baseball bat when you come to school? This thing can kill people."

"You still have wine."

Gojo Gori said confidently.

Uh....…

Shizuka Hiratsuka had nothing to say. .