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The last time these two people showed this expression was when the three of them were acting together; they both pointed at him and said he was the one who broke the things.

Although he would have to pay at least half or 60% in debt... never mind that.

Although his mistake was significant, we can't simply pin all the blame on him.

So when Gojo Satoru saw that look again, he immediately reacted.

"Hey... what are you two up to? Why are you laughing so creepily?"

He jumped off the beach chair and took two steps back.

Neither Duanmu Yan nor Xia Youjie answered him; they simply smiled and approached him.

The sea breeze carried the cheers of surfers in the distance and Gojo Satoru's ominous premonition to the beach at the same time.

The two men, one on each side, grabbed Gojo Satoru and dragged him to a rocky beach far from the crowd.

Wu Tiao Wu was sandwiched in the middle. He looked back at Duanmu Yan's face, then at Xia Youjie, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Hey, what are you doing? No, no, Duanmu, no... Jie, please don't do this!"

"Shoko, come save me!"

Wu Tiao Wu began to struggle, but Duanmu Yan and Xia Youjie each grabbed one of his arms and dragged him toward the sea like a prisoner.

Shoko remained unmoved by his cries for help.

A moment later, a joyful figure appeared on the azure sea.

Xia Youjie stepped on a white object and sped through the waves.

The sea breeze ruffled his long, loose hair, and the gentle smile that always graced his face now transformed into pure joy.

The surfboard cut through the waves, leaving a long white trail behind it.

Even though none of the three of them brought surfboards, how did he manage that? It's actually quite simple—his surfboard was Gojo Satoru.

Duanmu Yan squatted on the reef, looking at Gojo Satoru lying in the water with his limbs outstretched, his whole body being used as a human surfboard, and felt sincerely satisfied with his own cleverness.

Gojo Satoru's limitless techniques can form an inviolable barrier on his body surface, preventing seawater from getting close to his skin.

Isn't this exactly the same principle as the surface of a surfboard?

And it doesn't even require human intervention... Gojo Satoru can adjust the direction and speed on his own.

"Faster, Wu!" Xia Youjie slightly bent his knees and lowered his center of gravity, and the five Wu under his feet let out a howl that was hard to tell whether it was a protest or excitement.

"Hahahaha... Charge!" Gojo Satoru laughed and pushed his curse power forward. The two of them, like projectiles launched from a slingshot, carved a straight white wave across the sea.

On the reef, Duanmu Yan sat next to the glass, watching the white wave speeding through the waves in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Shoko remained lying on the beach chair, only tilting her head slightly to look at the absurd scene unfolding on the sea, and uttered a single word: "Stupid."

Then she pushed her sunglasses back up and continued sunbathing.

However, she herself realized that she actually quite enjoyed watching it.

Story Side Story 3

As the setting sun bathed the entire beach in gold, Gojo Satoru and Natsuyu Suke finally fell off their surfboards.

To be precise, it was Gojo Satoru's curse power that caused him to lose control of his direction during the high-speed sprint, resulting in the deaths of both of them, along with the board... if Gojo Satoru is considered the board.

They rushed straight onto the beach, carving a long furrow in the sand, and finally came to a stop after crashing into a pile of sand dunes.

Duanmu Yan slowly walked over from the reef, looked at the two people covered in sand, lying face up in the sandpit, crossed his arms, and nodded thoughtfully.

"You've worked hard. As a reward, I'll treat you to a sand bath."

Before the two could refuse, Duanmu Yan had already squatted down, plunged his hands into the sand, and piled large mounds of sand on him like a bulldozer.

A moment later, two sandbags appeared side by side on the beach, with only two heads sticking out, one with white fur and the other with black fur.

A moment later, Duanmu Yan found a wooden plank from somewhere and forcefully stuck it into the sand above their heads.

He stepped back two paces, examined his masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction. A moment later, two plump, human-shaped sand mounds appeared on the beach.

Then he took out a photo of the two of them taken at the entrance of Kosen University before they came to Okinawa from his shirt pocket and pasted it neatly in the center of the wooden board.

Then he took out a small seashell he had picked up on the road from his pocket, placed it in front of the wooden board, took two steps back, sat down on the sand, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders began to shake suspiciously.

"Woo~~"

"Wu! Jie! Why did you leave like that?! We promised to become Special Grade together, why did you leave first!"

His voice was filled with grief, but unfortunately, laughter could be heard leaking from between his fingers as he covered his face.

Glass walked over from under the parasol.

She looked down at the simple tombstone on the ground, then at Duanmu Yan, who was squatting beside it, sobbing intermittently. She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and gently handed it to him.

My condolences.

Duanmu Yan took the handkerchief and used it to wipe away non-existent tears. "They left...too quickly. I didn't even have time to tell them that I ate their lunch."

He sobbed as he spoke, his voice almost overflowing with grief.

"Waaah~ So sad~ So sad~" Duanmu Yan cried even harder.

The next second, the two people under the sand burst out of the ground at the same time, and the sand splashed in all directions like a fountain.

Wu Tiao Wu and Xia Youjie sprang out of the sandpit. One grabbed Duanmu Yan by the collar and pressed him down onto the sand, while the other grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into the back of his collar.

Duanmu Yan was not to be outdone. He grabbed Wu Tiao Wu's hair and kicked Xia Youjie's beach shorts.

The three of them rolled around in the sand. Sometimes Duanmu Yan was pressed down underneath, sometimes Wutiao Wu had sand smeared all over his face, making a mustache, and sometimes Xia Youjie was pressed down into the sand by the two of them, leaving only his two legs sticking out.

Glass took two steps back to avoid the flying sand.

She took her phone out of her pocket, snapped a picture of the three sandmen rolling around in a ball, and then glanced down at the screen.

In the scene, Gojo Satoru's face was covered in sand and seawater, making it impossible to see his features. Xia Youjie's long hair contained at least three pounds of sand. Duanmu Yan was being pressed to the ground by the two of them, with one of them holding up the middle finger.

She happily sent the photo to all the three people she knew, then turned off the screen and continued sunbathing.

As for those three idiots still fighting, she'll have to deal with them in the end anyway, so there's no rush.

……

Gojo Satoru dug himself out of the sand, patted the sand off his hair, and found that no matter how he patted, he couldn't get it all off, so he simply gave up.

He took the sunglasses off the girl's face and put them back on his nose, then waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's go eat. It's on me."

Xia Youjie was wringing the seawater out of his hair when he heard this, he looked up and said, "You're treating? Then I'll order the most expensive thing."

"Order whatever you like. Anyway, the old man can't spend all the money he gets every month."

Gojo Satoru put his hands in the pockets of his beach shorts and walked barefoot toward the seafood restaurant by the sea.

Duanmu Yan and Xia Youjie exchanged a glance and then started walking to follow.

Shoko lagged behind, walking slowly on the sand, as if... or rather, she was already used to the three of them's unpredictable and impulsive nature.

The restaurant is an open-air wooden cabin by the sea, with several long, light-colored wooden tables on the terrace. You can reach the palm leaves by the railing.

Gojo Satoru slumped into his chair, picked up the menu, glanced at it, and then handed it directly to the waiter, pointing to the largest picture on the menu and saying, "This one, this one, and this one... I want the whole page."

"Are you sure you can finish all that food?" Xia Youjie took another menu and flipped through it without looking up.

"If we can't finish it, we'll just feed it to the dogs," Gojo Satoru said matter-of-factly.

"waste."

Xia Youjie retorted to Wu Tiaowu, closed the menu, and smiled slightly at the waiter: "Then I'd like a seafood sashimi platter, a grilled lobster, and a clam miso soup. The sashimi should be thickly sliced, and the lobster shouldn't be overcooked."

He paused, then added, "And another one of your most expensive desserts, just put it in front of this guy."

He pointed with his thumb in the direction of Gojo Satoru.

Moved, Gojo Satoru said, "Ketsu, you really didn't forget me!"

"Urusai, you bastard, you're so noisy!"

Duanmu Yan took the menu and said without even looking at it: "Seafood rice bowl, large, plus a serving of grilled eel, and a cup of iced oolong tea."

Then hand the menu to the glass lady across from him.

Shoko flipped through a couple of pages, casually named a few dishes to the waiter, and then closed the menu: "Open another bottle of your most expensive sake."

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow at her: "You're not quite there yet..."

“So?” Shoko looked at him without changing her expression. Gojo wisely shut his mouth.

Story Side Story 4

While waiting for the food, Gojo Satoru drew circles on the table with his finger, idly watching the sunset gradually sink into the sea.

He suddenly slammed his hand on the table, startling Xia Youjie, who was drinking water.

"Next time, let's bring surfboards and have a proper surfing competition. I'll set the rules, I'll be the referee, and the prize... the loser treats the winner to desserts for a month."

"Bringing a surfboard to the competition?" Duanmu Yan put down his iced oolong tea and looked at Gojo Satoru with a subtle expression.

"Wu, are you sure you'll bring a surfboard? Or are you just going to lie down on the water and say, 'I am the surfboard'?"

Xia Youjie paused for a moment upon hearing this, then a slow smile curved his lips.

He turned to Gojou, "Duanmu is right. He can float on the water without limits, control direction and speed with the Azure Dragon, and adjust the angle at any time..."

"Wu, you are indeed the most perfect choice than any surfboard on the market. It's self-powered, you don't need to paddle, and you can make sharp turns. If you were to participate in a surfboard competition, the surfboard itself would definitely be the champion."

"Hey, hey, hey, you two..."

Gojo Satoru stuffed a freshly served grilled shrimp into his mouth, his cheeks bulging as he protested, "I'm talking about a serious competition! One surfboard each, fair competition!"

"Then make sure you don't jump into the water and turn into a surfboard." Duanmu Yan picked up his teacup, his tone calm but his attack undiminished.

"I promise!"

"How much is your guarantee worth?" Xia Youjie added with a smile.

Gojo Satoru was repeatedly blocked by the two men, leaving him speechless.

He looked at Duanmu Yan's face, which was full of "I don't believe it," then at Xia Youjie's face, which was full of "I don't believe it either, but I won't say it outright," and finally turned his pleading gaze to Xiaozi.