Chapter 40

Ye Mo Zheng Dao had just finished speaking when the assistant supervisor from Kyoto came to tell them that the lounge was ready.

Ieiri Naoko followed along, after all, the game hadn't started yet, and she was still relaxing.

Unlike Tokyo High School's modern and Japanese combination of "shabby style", Kyoto High School's architecture is also very simple, but it doesn't look shabby at all. Walking through it feels like being in the shogunate.

The antique eaves and corners are looming in the green shade, and the gold-painted wood carvings on the three-story main building are so bright in the sun that people can't open their eyes. They

walked through the quiet paths in the campus to the dormitory area.

The environment here is quiet and elegant, and it is a standard Zen courtyard style.

Feng Haya Rin: "It's a big difference."

"Indeed." Xia Yujie glanced at the flowers, plants and trees here that were obviously carefully examined. It was a world of difference from the wildly growing and occasionally damaged flower beds in the high school.

Ieiri Naoko narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking of something and sighed: "The cradle of sorcerers."

Gojo Satoru has been watching these things since he was a child. To him, these things are not as interesting as a girl's hairband.

The lounge is more like a tea room that has been temporarily requisitioned. The

spacious interior space has various traditional calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and several carefully cared potted plants are placed in the corners, verdant and lush.

A short coffee table stands quietly in the center of the room, on which is placed a set of exquisite tea sets.

There is also a tatami next to it. I wonder if it is for people to rest or for people to drink tea?

High school students are mostly interested in electronic games, comics and the like, so these tea sets with a little background did not attract anyone's attention.

Fenghaya Rin first took out the simple luggage for four people from the suitcase and placed it against the wall, and then walked to the tatami and took out the snacks, milk tea, desserts, and various comic books and game consoles bought on the way.

Gojo Satoru quickly grabbed his game console and planned to try out the new game with Geto.

Noticing that the JKs were close to each other again, he stretched out his long arms and pulled the girl into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her hair.

Kazehaya Rin was too lazy to push him away, and she held his arm and continued to chat with Naoko.

"So, why doesn't Satoru go to Kyoto?" Geto asked while inserting the game card.

Isn't it said that the Jujutsu families give priority to Kyoto High School? And the headquarters of the three great families are also in Kyoto.

"Here they all follow the old orange way, which is annoying, so I ran to Tokyo." Even though it was a bit difficult to hold the handle because of the pressure on one arm, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to let go.

Geto looked unusually serious and asked seriously: "So, Satoru, does your family have any concubines or principal wives?"

I saw a girl following Zenin Naoya before, and I thought she was a classmate at first, but knowing the bad ideas of the three great families, I can forgive him for thinking the worst.

Think about Zenin's previous arrogant attitude, saying that he wanted to take Rin as a concubine.

It was just a bloody plot from a TV drama where a noble family relied on their wealth to bully others. Wouldn't Rin become a Cinderella? What if she was bullied?

After all, girls are at a disadvantage when it comes to love, and as the strongest family in the growing world of sorcery, the Gojo

family will be more arrogant than Zenin. Ieiri Shoko and Kazehaya Rin heard the conversation here and also looked over.

"I've said that I'm a pure DK! Except for Rin, I've never held a girl's hand!" Gojo Satoru muttered unhappily, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Everyone recalled his appearance at the beginning when he was the boss.

Forget it, just believe it reluctantly.

"Actually, I'm very curious. It's the 21st century. How did that feudal family pass down?" Although Kazehaya Rin knew about the setting of the three great families of sorcery, she had never thought of such a decadent and feudal family.

Ieiri Glass pointed at Gojo Satoru and said coldly: "One of the three great families, the heir of the Gojo family is right next to us, just ask him."

Gojo Satoru: "It's all rotten oranges, how can it develop."

"Then how do you feel about stepping into modern society from a feudal family?" Feng Haya Rin put her fist as a microphone to his lips and asked curiously.

Gojo Satoru put down the game console in his hand, pressed the girl's hand, and then turned her fingers flexibly, tightly clasping the slender porcelain-white wrist.

Although it seemed that Gojo Satoru did not use much force, Feng Haya Rin tried several times but failed to pull her hand back, and finally could only let his knuckles forcefully embed into her fingers.

"Yes, after all, no one dares to kick me at home." The white-haired boy shook his clasped hands, and his smile made his eyes as bright as the stars.

"No bottom line, I didn't stop you from opening it." Feng Haya Rin rolled his eyes at him.

Xiayou Jie cleared his throat: "Satoru, it's rare for you to grow up like this."

Although his personality was a bit bad, fortunately he was not a feudal remnant.

"Indeed." Ieiri Shoko also somewhat agreed with this statement.

When the principal wife and the concubine appeared, she always had a feeling of time and space confusion, full of a sense of absurdity that did not belong to modern society.

"I have always looked good." Gojo Satoru controlled the game console with one hand, and the game handle turned out afterimages between his fingers. Hearing their sighs, he responded very confidently.

Kazehaya Rin complained: "Except for the personality, everything is perfect."

Gojo Satoru's face was suddenly full of resentment. His eyes moved from the game console to the person in his arms, and then he complained depressedly: "What? Rin is really too much."

The game is about to start, and Ieiri Shoko has to go to the medical team to gather first.

"Remember to send it to me!" She emphasized again to her peers.

Kazehaya Rin made an OK gesture to ensure that the task was completed.

The three of them met people from Kyoto again at the exit of the lounge. The girl behind Zenin Naoya bowed to Gojo Satoru stiffly.

Zenin Naoya seemed to have completely forgotten the previous conflict. He walked over with great arrogance, his eyes locked directly on Rin, and sneered, "As a woman, do you know the rules? Don't you know that women should stand behind men?"

He speculated with the utmost malice.

A civilian curse master, relying on her beauty to curry favor with the rich and powerful, she wouldn't have gone to the technical college for Wu Jun from the beginning.

He felt that he understood something, and his eyes became more contemptuous.

Before Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru could make a move, Rin Fuhaya had already swung the umbrella handle and hit Zenin Naoya in the face.

He didn't expect a woman to be so bold, and Zenin Naoya didn't have time to dodge.

The fiery scars on his face were still burning, and the anger in his eyes almost tore her apart: "Woman, you are looking for death."

"It seems that my aim is good." Feng Hayarin sneered, shook his weapon and sneered: "Feudal remnants, don't come out, it's the 21st century now."

Xia Youjie felt that Feng Hayarin was too gentle.

This kind of feudal thinking has not changed even after going to school, it seems that it is rotten to the bone.

"Really not going to trade with Wu-chan?" Gojo Satoru put his arms around her waist from behind, but his eyes were fixed on the furious Zenin heiress opposite.

He was really upset!

Feng Hayarin touched his head and still rejected his request mercilessly.

Zenin Naoya wanted to say something, but under the gaze of those blue eyes with terrifying coldness, he could only wave his sleeves and leave helplessly and furiously.

The three of them swaggered into the competition venue with the staff. When Feng Hayarin passed by the Kyoto district, he glanced at the bright red marks on Zenin Naoya's face and smiled exceptionally brightly.

Gojo Satoru reached out to cover her eyes and said disdainfully: "What's so good about such an ugly guy."

Zenin Naoya's face turned black in an instant, making the red marks on his face more obvious. He caught a glimpse of the eyes cast by the Kyoto people and said angrily: "What are you looking at!"

The maid lowered her head and carefully kept silent, for fear of causing trouble.

The competition venue was wide and open. Strictly speaking, it was actually quite similar to the training ground of the technical high school, except that the decoration here was obviously more exquisite.

From the perspective of facilities, Kyoto is indeed much richer than the technical high school. This is probably the difference between a public school and an aristocratic school.

Kazehaya Rin and the others stood on the other side of the dojo, staring at the people from Kyoto.

The order of the individual competition: Gojo Satoru first, Kazehaya Rin second, and Kagome Geto third.

As for the specific opponents and arrangements for Kyoto, none of the three people looked at the opponent information provided by Mr. Yega.

The referee's voice sounded: "The first individual match between Kyoto School and Tokyo School begins now!"

Two men and one woman walked out of Kyoto. The three stood in the dojo for a while before Gojo Satoru slowly came on stage.

The two sides looked at each other for a while, and the next moment, Gojo Satoru had flashed behind Kokugen Sora. The moment his sunglasses slipped off his nose, the blue light of the technique Shunzhuan·Cang illuminated the entire dojo.

Although Gu Jiugen Kong looked burly, he was extremely agile. He avoided Gojo Satoru's Cang by the side, and then switched positions with his teammate behind him in mid-air. His brass knuckles made a sound of breaking through the air and went straight to the back of Gojo Satoru!

Gojo Satoru sneered and tilted his head. His six eyes were shining with green light under his broken hair.

His left hand clasped the wrist bone of the attacker like an iron clamp, and his right leg kicked up with a residual shadow, and a circle of circular air waves visible to the naked eye exploded in the air.

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, and Gu Jiugen Kong flew backwards like a cannonball, drawing an arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground like a rag doll.

The other two.

The magician who was good at archery, stringed, drew the bow, aimed, and shot the arrow wrapped in curse power at the target at a high speed.

The other one held a naginata, like an agile cheetah, constantly looking for Gojo Satoru's flaws.

The arrow wrapped in curse power like a poisonous python bit the back of the neck, and the cold light of the naginata insidiously blocked the retreat of the lower body.

Gojo Satoru had grown impatient with these endless little tricks, and he blocked the arrows without any mercy. In front of the horrified eyes of the bowman, he directly broke the cursed bow that the other party had spent a lot of money to buy, then pinched the blade of the naginata and threw both of them out.

"It's time to end it." He turned and grinned at Kokugane Sora who was struggling to get up, and the pale blue cursed power gathered into a bright ball of light at his fingertips.

Soon, the whole dojo was filled with the sound of "bang bang bang" explosions, and large pits were blown out on the ground, with smoke and dust billowing all around.

Ye Mo Zhengdao saw this scene and was inexplicably glad that Gojo Satoru was not in the high school. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the teacup in Le Yanji's hand that had been crushed by him.