I, holding a long sword in my hand, only know one move

"To sum up, a lot of things happened and people died. What should I do? Should we continue? Exchange meeting."

The other students were all communicating in low voices. Only Huzhang listened carefully to Gojo's words, with a tangled expression.

"Uh...even if you ask us what to do..."

"Of course, let's continue!" Dongtang's voice suddenly rang loudly, frightening the knotweed.

"Tongtang appeared! When?!"

"You just climbed in from the window and sat on the table in that posture just to look cool." Cheng Rang explained to the tiger stick that shrank behind him.

You can clearly see that the expressions of Miwa and Mayi sitting on the sofa in front of the table did not change at all. Maybe one was frightened and dull, while the other was used to it.

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to continue? How do you say this?"

Dongtang still maintained the same posture as at the beginning, raising his fingers one after another: "First of all, remembering the deceased is the privilege of those who are related to the deceased, and it is not an issue that we should interfere with."

"Second, since someone has sacrificed, then we should become stronger."

"The acquired strength is the accumulation of [results]. Learn lessons from defeats and savor the experience of victory, so that we can grow. The most important thing is that results exist in the form of results."

Miwa quietly leaned into Zhenyi's ear and said, "I didn't expect that Senior Todou is quite determined."

"She's crazy and determined..." Zhenyi looked disdainful.

Dongtang continued to raise a third finger as if he didn't hear it, "Third! The incomplete burning feeling in school days will make us regret it for the rest of our lives."

Cheng Rang tugged at the corner of Wutiao's clothes: "I mean Wu...how old is that guy in Dongtang?"

Cheng Rang thought that he couldn't say such a thing. On the contrary, he was not the person who would say such a thing.

Gojo shrugged silently, indicating that I also wanted to ask this.

Fushiguro first expressed his stance: "I don't care."

"We will win anyway." Kugisaki responded confidently with his hands on his hips.

Kamo's head was wrapped in a thick bandage. "Although it is unreasonable, it still makes sense."

"Kamo-kun... are you going to take a rest?" Nishimiya Momo looked worried as she stared at Kamo, whose eyes were half covered.

Pandas and dog rolls are the simplest answers.

"Agree."

"Salmon."

After most people agreed to continue the exchange meeting, Maki asked: "Is the individual battle divided into groups by drawing lots?"

"Hey, there will be no individual competition this year." Gojo Satoru seemed to have heard some strange question.

The expressions of the students froze, and doubts were clearly visible on their faces.

"The principals of the two schools each proposed a method of competition, which would be divided into two days. These are just for the occasion. In fact, every year it is a team competition on the first day and an individual competition on the second day."

"But I hate doing things step-by-step~" Gojo Satoru said and threw the lottery box in his hand into Kizuna's hand.

"Every year, I put the competition methods into this box and open it on the same day--"

Gojo snapped his fingers twice and pointed to the box in Hezhuang's hand. Hezhuang understood, reached into the box, pulled it twice, and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

The knotweed unfolded the sign in his hand, and there were three big characters written on it——

"Throw..."

“Throwing sandbags—?!”

"Wow! Principal Noctua, and Principal Leyan Temple, when did you come?"

Two surprised voices coming from behind startled Tiger Sticker.

"What's going on? Noctua!"

"No, I did write about a personal battle...wait a minute, Satoru!!"

Noctua immediately realized something and wanted to stop Gojo Satoru who was walking out side by side with Cheng Rang.

But Gojo Satoru just turned around and smiled, waved his hand and said innocently: "I didn't write this~"

"Who else could it be but you!? Who else could do such a thing!"

"You have to follow the rules~"

The door was slammed shut, and Cheng Rang and Gojo jumped down the stairs at the same time.

"It seems I have better luck." Cheng Rang gestured to Gojo who was standing aside, "You're writing about baseball, right? But I don't know how to play baseball, so I can't understand it."

"Well, it's the youth of boys and girls anyway!" Wu Tiao put his pockets in his pockets briskly and urged Cheng Rang: "Hey, do you still have that blue wine?"

"Are you addicted to drinking? That stuff is very expensive..."

"I have money."

"So that's not something you can buy with yen..."

"I have to watch the students' game tomorrow, so I won't get drunk!"

"Okay, okay, so let's go to the store to drink." Cheng Rangshao met someone who could take the initiative to drink with him.

There was no rejection either.

After all, you have to keep this thing to drink. Only wine that can be shared with others has its flavor.

"YaDaze☆~"

In the izakaya, Gojo put down his empty wine glass and breathed a sigh of relief, and thick white mist exhaled from his mouth.

Cheng Rang was a little curious, "I wanted to ask last time, what does the resonance blue taste like in your mouth?"

"Is this wine called Resonance Blue? Well...it's cola flavored now, by the way, it used to be honey water, super strong."

"Do you like drinking sweets so much..."

Gojo Satoru clicked his scissor hands twice, "I am a loyal sweetheart, because there are many places where I need to use my brain."

"So is it because of the taste that you drink so much?"

Gojo Satoru did not answer Cheng Rang, but asked him: "You said that the taste of this wine varies from person to person, so what does it taste like in your mouth?"

"I think...that's the smell of [home]."

Gojo Satoru was slightly startled.

Cheng Rang put down the empty glass, grabbed a bottle of good whiskey and filled it for himself.

"Aren't you going to drink? This." Gojo Satoru pushed the wine glass.

"The more you savor the short-term happiness and satisfaction, the emptier you will feel afterwards. Wine is not good for your health. Just taste it lightly, such as getting tipsy."

Cheng Rang took a sip and pursed his lips, "Only when you really take steps and keep moving towards what you want to find is the truly meaningful thing."

Gojo Satoru chuckled, "I didn't expect you to be quite good at preaching."

"No way, men talk more when they drink."

"You're right...but."

The smile on the corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth gradually turned bitter, and then disappeared.

"What I can taste in this wine can never be returned..."

"I know you can't drink sweet wine, do you want more?" Cheng Rang picked up the jug containing Resonance Blue and shook it. There was still a lot in it.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand.

"Although I don't know the reason, I seem to have met a friend from before. After drinking this glass of wine...a very good friend and a close friend."

"Oh~ and then?" Cheng Rang just responded, giving the right to speak to Wu Jiao, sipping the wine in his glass bit by bit and looking at him.

"He is an top student, but he often fights with me. He is in the same class as me... studying at Tokyo Magic High School."

"I wasn't [the strongest] at that time, but he and I were called [the strongest combination] at that time."

"What's his name?" Cheng Rang was curious.

"..." Gojo hesitated for a while, then slowly grasped the whiskey put aside, filled a glass for himself, drank it all, and then said: "His name is Xia Youjie. The best friend I have ever had in life.”

The aroma of heat and oak rushes into the throat with a slight bitterness, and the smell of alcohol rushes straight into the nose.

Cheng Rang dragged his cheeks.

"Hmm...let me guess, he became a curse master?"

"You guessed it right."

"Heroes all have their own pasts, and most scripts are written in the same way~" Cheng Rang poured wine for Gojo Satoru again and took the initiative to clink glasses with him.

"You mean you can't go back?"

"he died."

"Oh...I'm sorry." Cheng Rang's hand holding the glass froze, and then he put it down.

Gojo Satoru drank the last glass of wine and tipped the glass upside down on the bar.

"I killed him with my own hands."

Gojo Satoru stood up, put his pockets in his pockets, and left. He turned back at the door and said with a smile, "This time you're treating me."

He patted the wallet in his pocket: "This way we will be clear~"

Cheng Rang calmly stared at Wu Jiao who was walking away. His straight spine and unruly pace seemed to be bound by the past, making him heavy and tired.

The drinkers on the side were chatting animatedly.

"It's true. I'm not lying to you. Last time I saw a beautiful woman's breasts suddenly become smaller! I was shocked!"

"Damn it, brother! You must have drunk too much, come on! Go away!"

"Let's go!"

Ding~

Cheng Rang then sat alone on the bar seat for a while, put the drinks and cups he brought back into his arms, stood up and left.

It is impossible to pay the bill. You bring your own glasses and drinks. Who should I pay the bill to?

——Myself?

Chapter 98: Throwing sandbags with spells to return to the fight (Part 1)

So, the exchange meeting that was expected to be suspended due to various reasons was restarted after a day's rest.

The location is a thirty-meter square area on the sandy ground of the Tokyo school playground.

"Hey, everyone is looking at me, I'm going to start explaining the rules of the game, meow!"

"What the hell is this?" Maki's eyelids twitched and she immediately complained.

Cheng Rang stood in the center of the field and raised his right hand high, while on both sides were the competing players who were looking at each other.

"The rules are simple—"

【Spell sandbag throwing battle! 】

Competition rules: Each school is divided into two groups, namely two "fighters" and four "dodgers".

The thugs from one side stand on both sides of the field and throw sandbags to the four dodgers on the other side. Participants who are hit twice will be kicked off the field.

Cheng Rang took out two fist-sized sandbags from his arms, one black and one white.

“There are two types of sandbags that thugs need to throw, namely ordinary sandbags.

(White) and [Bomb] (Black). Of course, in order to make the game more interesting and competitive, I have done some processing on the sandbags. You can use your own techniques to your heart's content without worrying about the sandbags being damaged~"

Everyone's eyes moved up and down following the sandbags thrown up and down by Cheng Rang.

Ordinary sandbags and bombs have the same effect on the person being dodged, but the dodger can catch the ordinary sandbags thrown by the thugs.

"Of course you can't catch bombs, you can only hide. After each thug throws a black bomb, he must throw a white sandbag twice before he can use it again." Cheng Rang raised his finger.

"Being hit by a bomb will deduct two hits, but catching an ordinary sandbag can save you an extra life. This is very important!"

"The dodger whose hit count reaches zero is off the field until all dodgers are off the field or the five-minute period ends with one half."