GBP Chapter 491: Appearance is Justice
Chapter 491: Appearance is Justice
The mist rises, the fog lingers, and the fragrance lingers in the nose. Every pore stretches out, spreading out inch by inch, like the first ray of sunlight received by the leaves on the top of the mountain in the early morning, like the birds flying freely in the dome, like the fish swimming back and forth in the sea.
In short, my first feeling after taking a hot spring bath can be summed up in two words: super, invincible, and cool!
One third of the three major activities to do in Hokkaido, hot springs, skiing and watching fireworks, have been completed.
Tomorrow, which is the day before New Year's Day, December 12st, I plan to find a ski resort to ski first, and have lunch... Although what 'Gojo Satoru' said was very strange, it successfully aroused my appetite. Well, let's eat Sukiyaki.
How can we not eat something hot in winter?
Finally, in the evening, I will just find a hilltop and sit next to a tree to wait for the arrival of the New Year.
Although this plan sounds a bit sloppy, it is the best effort I can think of. Being too precise and too planned will only lead to many changes.
"But can you ski?" Li Zi asked skeptically on the other end of the line, "You've never been to a ski resort before, have you? Are you planning to wrestle your way through it like an ox?"
"What do you mean by a body like an ox?" I complained unhappily. "And what if I've never skied before? I'm sure I'll be able to learn it once I learn it."
"Don't you know how strong I am?"
Well, although it sounds a bit unbelievable, my motor nerves have been surprisingly good since I was a child.
Whether it's triathlon, swimming, cycling, running, archery, badminton, tennis, hurdles, or even martial arts such as Aikido, karate, swordsmanship, taekwondo and Brazilian jiu-jitsu, I can basically learn it as if I had no teacher, and I have never come second in any competition.
One time, I broke three ribs of a guy who was following me and trying to commit a crime. He lay on the ground in so much pain that he couldn't get up. He wasn't able to utter a complete sentence until the ambulance arrived.
You have to know that guy is a full head taller than me and weighs 200 pounds!
This is probably part of the reason why, even though the two cosplayers looked tall and were deliberately trying to get things out of me, I wasn’t scared at all.
Because...I don't think they can beat me.
"Hehe, very strong, very strong, that's enough." She said unhappily from the other side, "Can you please have a little sympathy?"
"I'm busy painting the background and putting up dots here, and you're talking about where you're going to go tomorrow. That's really perverted, Suzuki Yuri, do you know that showing off like this will get you into trouble?"
Me: “…What could possibly happen, are you going to fly over and beat me up?”
"I can't do that," she said decisively, "but I can hide your gift where no one can find it."
"Wow..." I said in a pleasant tone, "You even prepared a gift for me. I never expected that. I'm so touched."
"It's not something I prepared!" Her voice rose a little, becoming a little weird, and then she said mysteriously, "It's that so-and-so, that so-and-so, you know who."
I:"........"
When she said that, I understood instantly.
When I was very young, a mysterious person would send me gifts every year on my birthday or New Year.
Without exception, the recipient's name was always mine.
But there is no mailing address, no sender, and no contact information, but it is always delivered accurately to my doorstep.
This time it was probably because I was in Hokkaido and asked Riko to look after my house, and she saw it and put it away.
"What is this time?" I blinked in the mirror, looked at the hairpin on the back of my head, and said helplessly, "Isn't it some weird-looking clothes again?"
Every time I get something different.
Some are quite normal, including pendants, necklaces, sunglasses, pens, shells, snack jars, and last year I received a very exquisite and beautiful hairpin...
But some are super weird.
For example, there was the adult-sized pink puff-sleeved dress I received when I was eight years old, and the expired horse racing ticket, which was huge in size but when I opened it in the end, there was only a piece of white paper saying "I'm kidding, the gift is not here, hehe~"...Clothes accounted for the largest proportion, in strange shapes, and they were given in batches.
The most outrageous thing is that one time they actually sent me a two-meter-high swing set, which is still placed right in the middle of my yard.
It is quite sturdy. It has not broken no matter how hard it has been treated over the years.
But, no matter what, it's too weird, right?!
I even consulted Natsume and asked if it was given by his monster friend, but the answer was no.
"It's not clothes," said Riko. "It's a figurine wrapped in a transparent box. It's a character from Jujutsu Kaisen. I think it's Gojo Satoru?"
"Ah..." Now when I mention Jujutsu Kaisen, I think of the person I met a few hours ago, and my feelings are really a bit complicated.
"Honestly, I'm jealous. You get so many weird things every year." Li Zi shouted from the other side, "As expected, you are the child favored by God!"
Me: "Your parents will come to see you tomorrow morning, but I will have to spend New Year's Eve alone. Have you ever seen God love people so much?!"
"Today I met two mentally ill guys who mistook me for someone else's body. Isn't that infuriating?"
"...Substitute?" Li Zi asked, "Substitute for whom?"
"It seems to be a character like a deceased relative or something like that." I said, "He said a lot of things, like he wanted to see me again in the future."
"What does he look like? Is he pestering you?" Her tone suddenly became nervous. "If it doesn't work, you should stay in another hotel. He might follow you or something like that."
"Don't be afraid, they can't beat me anyway." I waved my hands and thought, "They look like Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru from a comic book, so handsome."
"They look just like Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru from a comic book???" Her voice was high at first, but after hearing the rest of the story, she slowly lowered her voice and said, "Oh, they look just like Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru."
"That's okay."
"?" I didn't understand. "How come it's okay?"
"Because...because..." I was very familiar with this girl. As soon as I heard her tone, I knew she was making up excuses to fool me.
So I asked directly: "I say, do you know them?"
"No, I don't know him." She answered quickly, "Never met him before."
This sounds like it's true.
"Then why did you feel relieved when I said they looked like cartoon characters?" I asked suspiciously.
"Because I am a member of the Appearance Association." She said as a matter of course, "Appearance is justice. I guess someone who looks so good can't do anything bad."
I:"........."