The brave Simmel wants to resign

Perhaps because she could praise Simmel, Maki, who had been rude to Eto, took the initiative to explain.

"Isn't that amazing?"

"Ah, um!"

Faced with that expression that seemed to say, "If you say you're not good, you're in trouble," Yi Gu couldn't come up with any other answer.

"Humph."

Maki snorted, then immediately addressed Simmel respectfully after she finished the magical repairs.

"Teacher... I'm sorry, but I have a promise with Mai today, so..."

"Ah, it's nothing. Things on your end are important too." Simmel landed, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Her heart rate hadn't even exceeded 80 during her sparring session with Yigu, but using magic, which she wasn't good at, had left her drenched in sweat. "Has Naoya been helping to look after Mayi?"

"Yes." Maki bowed earnestly. "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, that jerk definitely wouldn't have been so agreeable..."

“No need, no need,” Simmel said gently. “It’s all a teacher’s duty.”

Although Yigu couldn't understand, it seemed that Maki was asking for leave at the newcomer's meeting. As the nominal protagonist, Yigu felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to speak.

His experience and personality meant that in such situations, his first thought would always be, "Did I make the other person uncomfortable?"

After straightening up, Maki noticed the other person's expression. She thought for a moment, then gently patted his shoulder as she passed by Otsuko and said impatiently.

"...Don't overthink it, it has nothing to do with you. Stop being so timid, since you're Teacher Simmel's student, hold your head high."

"Yes...yes!"

Yi Gu, clutching the broken hilt of the cursed weapon, nodded hastily.

"Mmm mmm mmm!"

aside.

Having witnessed these complex thoughts of adolescence and the dishonest exchanges between young boys and girls, Simmel revealed an unusually kind smile.

.......................

............

"Did you know, Yigu-kun, this is a beverage machine that dispenses water just by pressing a button?"

"No, most people know that, right?"

"What! You're not from Sendai?!"

"Why use that 'Aren't all people from Sendai country bumpkins?! Panda!"

"mayonnaise."

"The beverage machine doesn't have mayonnaise, Dog Roll!"

Japan.

Tokyo.

six o'clock.

Salia.

A national-level family restaurant in Japan, known for its affordable prices... I think I've already written about this.

"It's just like Grenada!"

In the distance are three male high school students playing with a vending machine, while on the minimalist red and green multi-seater sit four adults.

Nanami's founder, his family's fortune, Gojo Satoru, and Simmel.

"What country's language is that?"

Faced with Iori Shoko's sudden remark, Nanami Kento knew he had to ask.

"In English, Grenada is a small island with only 90,000 people, and it was invaded by the United States in 1983."

"...Speak like a human being."

"This is simply absurd."

Glass closed the menu and let out a long sigh.

"Salia has raised its prices."

"Is it all because of this one sentence that such a long list of obscure history was brought up?" Nanami Kento complained. He looked at the backs of Eigu and his classmates chatting happily in the distance and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

"Huh? Prices have gone up?"

Wujiao Wu, who was playing a gacha game on his phone with one hand, looked completely bewildered.

It's not a cold fact; Gojo Satoru really loves watching Jump and is truly a member of the anime/manga community.

"For the head of the Gojo family, perhaps there is no difference between 399 yen and 400 yen."

"No, most people would think there's no difference," Nanami retorted, forced to complain.

At this moment, Yi Gu and the others returned.

"Oh, Yuta, is my order of one-third Coke, one-third melon Fanta, and one-third Oolong tea ready?"

"...It's done."

Yigu decided not to complain about the pairing, but respectfully handed it over to Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru picked up the glass, took a sip, then put it down and pursed his lips.

He lowered his head, almost touching the table, and pushed the glass to Nanami with his hands outstretched and palms facing outward.

"It doesn't taste good, Nanami, you drink it for me."

"Absolutely impossible."

"That worry too..."

"Yigu, please don't spoil that person."

Nanami stopped Otsukoshi Yuta, who was hesitating and about to take the cup.

Then, Shoko forced the entire drink into Gojo Satoru's mouth.

After finishing his drink, Gojo Satoru asked without changing his expression, "Speaking of which, Simmel, does Ottobone have any talent?"

When Yigu heard his name called, he tensed up and looked at Simmel, who was elegantly cutting his steak.

"Hmm, very good."

Simmel gave Yigu an encouraging look.

"Of course, getting Rika and Otsuko to work together isn't easy. If you want a good opponent, Gojo, it will take at least a year."

What did I hear?

Is Gojo-sensei trying to train me to be his rival?

Yi Gu's face, which had been somewhat moved by Simmel's encouraging words, gradually lost its expression.

"I'm not in that much of a hurry, am I?" Gojo Satoru said casually.

"Indeed...you've changed a lot...unlike Nanami."

"Hey, why did you suddenly switch gears to focus on me?" Nanami said, displeased.

“Glass has changed a lot too,” Simmel said. “And he’s quit smoking.”

"hehe."

Shoko twitched the corner of her mouth, a casual gesture that exuded a captivating beauty—if only her dark circles were a little lighter.

"In anime, it's cute to see pretty girls smoking, but nobody wants to see a 27-year-old aunt smoking."

“Auntie is going too far. I think maturity is a good thing,” Simmel said sincerely.

Gojo Satoru: "Shut up."

Ieichi Shoko: "Shut up."

Nanami Kento: "Shut up."

Nine years have passed, and everyone is dissatisfied with this guy who hasn't aged at all.

However, as soon as they finished speaking, Nanami and Shoko simultaneously kicked Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru: Hey!

This guy doesn't look old at all, which is really annoying.

Simmel: .....

The panda and the dog seemed used to this interaction, but Yi Gu still looked on curiously.

It's easy to see from the lively conversation that Ms. Simmel had a significant influence on the other three.

They seemed to have known each other since their school days, but Simmel seemed more like an elder than a friend...

(Will I become friends with Panda and Dog Roll like this, joking around with each other, in the future?)

Thinking about the curse on her body, and her conversation with Haibara Yu and the others.

Yigu fell silent.

Chapter 74, Gojo-sensei (crying)!!!

"what."

Unable to bear Sasiya's sudden whims, Otsuko Yuta decided to go outside for some fresh air, only to see Ieiri Shoko as soon as he arrived at the door.

The mature woman leaned lightly against the stone pillar, her fingertips holding something steadily, her elbows slightly tucked in, and her chin slightly lowered.

In a daze, Yuta seemed to see the smoke slowly spreading from the woman's lips, enveloping her face, swirling and lingering, with the unique style of Japanese anime from the 1980s—decadent yet sophisticated.

But upon closer inspection, he discovered that Ieiri Glass was not smoking.

She was just sucking on a lollipop.

"call--"

For some reason, even eating a lollipop could give her a sense of conviction. She blew air out of her mouth, and after a moment of hesitation, her dazed eyes noticed Yigu.