lcionline Chapter 308: Pass the Flower (Part )
Chapter 308: Pass the Flower (Part )
After sending the children who had run out to play back home, the sky was gradually getting dark.
Wild Rose said that she wanted to pick the most expensive sushi restaurant to rip off Gojo Satoru, so Xia Yujie took out his phone with a smile and picked out a nearby restaurant with the highest per capita consumption.
Because there were six of us, one taxi couldn't fit us all, so we simply split into two groups, with the three kids in one group and Gojo Satoru, Suguru, and I in another.
During this period, I tried to switch positions with three first-year students.
Was ruthlessly rejected.
The reason given was also very reasonable. They said that there is no student who is not afraid of the teacher... But Sister Youxin, you are not afraid of them, so you should go and sit with them.
I:"........."
Seeing me walking back reluctantly, Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips and asked with interest: "Youxin-chan, do you really not like being with us?"
Glancing at him wordlessly, I said coldly, "Because I am a young man without martial ethics."
Gojo Satoru: “…….Huh?” He was confused for a moment and asked, “What’s this new meme?”
"No, it's an old joke."
After saying this, I closed my eyes and ignored the two people who were looking at each other in confusion in the taxi.
*
After getting off the taxi, as soon as a few people sat down in the box, Gojo Satoru's evil actions began.
He took out a firework as big as a basketball from somewhere and placed it in the middle of the table. Then he suddenly produced a rattle and put the two together. He said happily, "Look, what is this?"
Fushiguro Megumi looked like she didn't want to guess: "...Should we know?"
"Ah." Yuji stared at it for two seconds, then suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he raised his hand and answered, "That's it."
"Yes, that's right. That's it." Gojo Satoru nodded lively after receiving the response. "You figured it out, didn't you?"
“That’s it!”
"Yes, that's it."
Then the teacher and the student began to sing in unison for some inexplicable reason.
Me: “………” How on earth did the brain waves match up? Has communication evolved to the point where we all have to use code words these days?!
Or is it that society is changing too fast and I can no longer keep up? No, looking at the expressions of Nobara and Fushiguro Megumi, they are the ones who are abnormal.
"Uh...excuse me." Wild Rose showed a troubled expression, pointed at the rattle and asked loudly, "It seems that you didn't even say what this is!"
"Let me explain." Xia Youjie picked up the rattle and knocked it twice, then threw the firework and gently threw it into my arms, smiling and said, "This is passing the flower while beating the drum."
"Since we are all freshmen, we are not familiar with each other. So Wu thought of a little game to help everyone get familiar with each other as quickly as possible." He said, "For thirty counts, the fireworks are passed from hand to hand. When it reaches zero, whoever has the fireworks in his hand must answer a question related to himself."
"Oh!" said Yuji, "It's a bit like Truth or Dare!"
"What do you think? Isn't this super easy to guess?" Gojo Satoru crossed his arms and snorted unceremoniously, "Megumi, what's wrong with you? You can't even guess this."
Fushiguro Megumi's face darkened as he said speechlessly, "I really can't think of anyone who uses a rattle to play the game of passing the parcel."
"Anyway." Xiayou Jie took the fireworks back from my hand and continued, "The main purpose is to let people get to know each other, so the game deleted the adventure and trickery parts."
"So don't worry, it won't be difficult for you." When Gojo Satoru said this, he turned his face to me and smiled as if to say, "See, I'm super reliable."
It's as if he was talking to me specifically.
Who are you looking down on? Is it possible that I can't afford to play this kind of game?
At worst, I can just cheat and prevent the flowers from ever reaching my hands.
**
For Gojo Satoru, a guy who has plenty of money, eating sushi is just a small matter of spending some money.
After ordering all the delicious food in the restaurant and everyone was half full, we sat around the table. Someone couldn't wait to take out a big firework and announced that he was going to start playing games.
Everyone wrote each question and put it in the box provided by the store.
"Youjie will beat the drum and I will count." Gojo Satoru said, "Everyone should embrace each other with a sincere heart."
Hearing him say this, the people around him all showed disgusted expressions, and Fushiguro Megumi said rudely: "Gojo teacher, could you please not say such strange things?"
“Hehehe…” Gojo Satoru smiled but said nothing.
"Okay, let's start now..." Before Xia Youjie could finish his words, he was stopped by Ye Qiangwei.
"Wait." She said, "Even if we want to play pass the parcel, you two teachers should also participate, right?"
"That's right." Yuji also said, "We also want to know more about the teacher!"
"Gojo-sensei definitely put some very strange questions in his words," Fushiguro Megumi pointed out, "So if he doesn't play it himself, then he's just screwing us, right?"
"Eh..." Gojo Satoru asked in a tone that lacked authority, "That's how Kei sees me. That's the kind of person your teacher is."
Wild Rose, Yuji, and Megumi Fushiguro: "Absolutely."
"Satoru." Xia Youjie put his hand on his shoulder, "Satoru, it's rare that the students want to play, so let's play with them."
"But then no one will come to play the drums."
"That's okay." He rubbed his fingers and suddenly summoned a small cursed spirit, which crouched in the corner, but its fingers were quite long. "Just let it do it for you."
"Okay then." Gojo Satoru shrugged and said with a grin, "Then I'll play with you guys."
Then, accompanied by the cursed mechanical "thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight..."
Gojo Satoru was the first to throw the fireworks in his hand.
In order of seating, next to him is Kei, the next is Itadori, next to Itadori is Nobara, next to Nobara is me, and next to me is Geto Suguru. After a circle, it will return to Gojo Satoru.
No one knows what other people will write in the box, so no one wants to be the first to suffer.
The flowers in his hand were thrown quickly to the next person, like hot potatoes, and by the time they were passed around, they were almost leaving flying afterimages.
"Three, two, one, stop!"
Fushiguro Megumi kept the posture ready to throw, and froze in place.