Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

In the end, the five plates of Satoru were piled up into a small mountain, far exceeding the number of Hadji.

Maki looked at the empty plate that had been filled with sushi and sighed, "So, it means that Gojo-sensei won."

Gojo Satoru ate the first sushi on his plate with satisfaction, shook his head slightly, and said to the dejected Itadori, "You're just an ordinary person whose hand speed isn't as fast as mine. I'm afraid I'll forget about you in the next second."

Shunpei stared blankly at the sushi that disappeared in less than a few seconds, and couldn't help but sigh.

"They eat so fast and have huge stomachs, that's just too unfair."

Hearing Junpei's complaint, Gojo Satoru put down his chopsticks, held up a finger and shook it at Junpei, "Junpei, that's not the point."

"what?"

"The more you eat, the fuller you feel; the fuller you feel, the less you eat; therefore, the more you eat, the less you end up eating!"

"What?!" Kugizaki was astonished; she had never heard such a shameless argument before!

But the next second, she had an epiphany, just like Conan getting blown off his head by a white light: "The more you eat, the less you eat, which means that no matter how much you eat, you won't get fat!"

Listening to her twisted logic, Itachi couldn't help but give her a thumbs up, "You've grasped the core of the matter."

Kugizaki joined the battlefield, and freed from her constraints, she was like a war goddess.

The aroma of food wafts from the Ginza restaurant; only today do I realize who I truly am!

Who says women don't have stomachs!

"what."

When Kugizaki picked up a piece of pork cutlet with his chopsticks, there was a bit too much sauce on it, and it dripped down.

She was stunned for a moment, and before she could react, the dipping sauce stopped in mid-air.

It is Shiro who is using water control techniques.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, I spilled my coffee this morning too." Mashiro shook her head, wrapped the dipping sauce in a paper and placed it on the table.

"What is Mashiro-nee's technique?" A hint of curiosity flashed in Junpei's eyes.

Mashiro was silent for a moment, then said, "It's a bit complicated to explain, just think of it as imitation."

"imitate?"

"Yes, most spells can be used after I finish analyzing them, but there are limitations."

Gojo Satoru looked over; he had always been curious about Mashiro's technique. "Are there any restrictions?"

"Since you have asked so sincerely, I will mercifully answer you."

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's helpless expression, Mashiro ate a large mouthful of spaghetti and wiped her lips.

"First, there's the analysis. Those that don't directly affect me are difficult to analyze, like the ten shadow spells. Or, even after analysis, they can't be used without specific conditions, like some arrogant guy's bottomless spell."

“I see.” Gojo Satoru pondered for a moment, then smiled smugly. “That makes sense. Without the Six Eyes, the unlimited consumption and difficulty in control make it impossible to imitate.”

Gojo Satoru left half a sentence unfinished. Mashiro's words were definitely not her true technique. Rokugan could tell she was lying, but her analysis was genuine.

It's intriguing. What exactly is her technique? What information is she hiding?

Curiosity made him itchy, but he tried hard to suppress the urge to find out more.

Everyone has secrets. If she doesn't want to tell, then we'll wait until she does.

After thinking it over, Gojo Satoru nodded and said, "As expected, I am invincible when I have no bottom line."

Mashiro glanced at him, too lazy to say anything.

When the time comes, I'll take out a loan, have the spatial rift attack the world in a cosplay of a spatial slash, and they'll just borrow the money and behave themselves.

Then I'll learn a reversal technique. If Gojo Satoru doesn't admit that she's the strongest in the modern era, I won't let him stick to her.

As Mashiro dreamed of the future, the corners of her mouth turned up wider and wider.

Itadori looked at Mashiro, who was inexplicably laughing, completely bewildered. "Mashiro-nee?"

no respond.

"Mashiro-nee?"

"Huh? What is it?" Mashiro snapped out of her daze.

"If we don't eat now, it'll all be eaten!"

Mashiro watched as the group at the table, now thoroughly impressed by Gojo Satoru's divine logic, diligently ate their meal.

She thought for a moment, then called the waiter over again. "I'd like a super-sized order of fries, a prime steak, all the side dishes, and a generous amount of sauce."

The waiter hesitated for a moment, then said, "This will cost quite a bit, ma'am."

"I know, and I'll also have a large strawberry milkshake."

The waiter could only nod and leave.

Gojo Satoru watched her order and smirked, "You really don't hold back."

“You’re the head of the Gojo family, you’re rich. I’m a descendant of the Destroyed Clan, you understand?” Mashiro smiled, her wings obscuring her eyes, making her look even more charming and adorable.

"No problem, no problem." Gojo Satoru raised his hands. Let him eat the lavish food if he wants; it's not like he can't afford it anyway.

Then he pushed the tempura plate to the middle of the table.

He shamelessly kept two for himself and gestured for the rest to be shared among everyone.

Everyone took one, and then Huzhang took the last one and placed it on the edge of Shunping's bowl.

"New students will be given priority."

"Well done, Yuujin, I didn't teach you for nothing." Gojo Satoru said, nodding as he ate his tempura.

"I just don't want to be the one who has two of those two points with Teacher Wu."

He said helplessly, and casually pushed the dish of soy sauce in front of him toward Shunping.

"Shunping, you just eat your food. Gojo-sensei is just unreliable."

Shunping nodded, picked up the tempura that Hadana had given him, and took a bite.

The batter was very crispy, and the meat was much better than what you get at convenience stores.

He couldn't remember the last time he had tempura.

After he finished eating the whole thing, he looked up and found that Tiger Stick was looking at him.

"Is it tasty?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"That's good." Itachi turned back to continue eating.

Shunping looked away and took a sip of soup.

The soup was a little hot, so he gently blew on it twice.

Mashiro glanced at Junpei across the table.

It seems she has integrated well into the group, so I don't need to worry about her anymore.

"Mashiro-nee, aren't you going to eat?" Itari's voice brought her back to reality.

"I'm waiting for what I ordered."

"...Can you really still eat that much?"

Although Itari knew that Mashiro ate a lot, after eating so much, could he really finish ordering so much more?

"Didn't Gojo Satoru say that the more you eat, the less you eat?"

"walk slowly."

Chapter 77 Bowling

Gojo Satoru put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a crisp sound as it hit the table.

He rested his elbows on the table and interlaced his fingers to support his chin.

"Shunping, how was your day?"

Junpei was surprised that Gojo Satoru would suddenly call on him and paused for a moment before answering, "The shooting range is very interesting, and the whale projection in the movie theater is also very realistic."

"Is this your type?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Shunping nodded: "I like watching movies, and these are quite fun."

“Then next time the college shows a movie, you can come and choose the film.” Gojo Satoru let go of his chin and leaned back in his chair.

“I have a projection system, and Shoko said she’s going to confiscate it. You can use it until she does.”

"Confiscated? Why?" Huzhang asked, puzzled.

"Because it takes up space."

"Your dessert storage area is much bigger than the projector, why don't you confiscate your desserts?" Mashiro said.

"How cruel of you, Mashiro-chan! Sweets are a necessity of life!" Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly. "Do you want me to die?"

"It's not impossible." — Mashiro's corresponding formula.

Shunping listened to their bickering and a smile appeared on his lips.

He had never seen a teacher be talked back to like that by a student.

Our previous homeroom teacher was like a giant baby, and nobody wanted to get along with him.

Dog Roll typed a message on his phone and held it up: Shunping, what kind of movies do you like?

“There are more old movies.” Shunping thought for a moment, hesitated for a while, and then said, “There are also some, well, a bit more exotic ones.”

Dogroll types very fast: Anything a bit unusual? I haven't seen anything like that.

"I have some DVDs at home, I'll bring them next time so we can watch them together?"

"What? Are you talking about the movie?" Panda looked over. "Don't exclude Panda."

"Okay, let's watch it together then." Shunping nodded quickly.