Konoha: Gojo Satoru Template, Taking Over The Seventh Class

Yagyu Satoru returned home, but saw a person standing at his door from a distance.

That figure was small, with his head down, kicking stones. It looked like he was bored, but he was actually very nervous, so as to relieve his emotions.

Yagyu Satoru could even smell the alcohol on the opponent.

"Little Sakura, why don't you sleep at home?"

The one who came to her was little Sakura, the little Sakura who was supposed to sleep peacefully with her parents by her side.

"As soon as you left, they woke me up and lectured me, telling me not to cause trouble to the teacher... I was woken up by the wine, so I had to come to you."

She still has a bit of a tongue when she talks, but she seems to be in good spirits.

"Actually, you're not drunk at all, it's just that Sasuke and Naruto are about the same, so you're pretending to be drunk, right?"

Little Sakura lowered her head, pursed Sakura's lips, and still did not speak.

It seems that no matter what kind of problem it is, it can be prevaricated with silence.

"Little Sakura, silence won't solve the problem."

"But it can solve most of the problems."

Yagyu Satoru was so blocked that he couldn't speak, so he could only change the subject: "In the tavern, you even pretended to be drunk?"

"Yes."

03 "Why do you do that?"

"Teacher, don't you just want to see the real me? If that's the case, why don't you just ask me?"

"If I asked you, would you still use silence to solve the problem?"

The other party remained silent.

Yagyu Satoru smiled: "Look, we are not honest, so talking can't solve the problem, I can only use my way Liu Shengqing to spy on your heart!"

"This is a very private question for me..." The little Sakura crossed her hands, and after going through a very difficult psychological construction, she said: "You want to see it this way, don't you like——

Before he finished speaking, Yagyu Satoru pressed her shoulders with both hands, turned her body directly, and said towards his door: "Come in and have a cup of tea. Standing at the door and talking is too cramped, I don't like it."

Little Sakura's words were interrupted like this.

The high wall she worked hard to build seemed to collapse in an instant.

Then, in the ruins of a place, she surrounded herself with bricks and tiles, unwilling to show her weak self to others.

Yagyu Satoru just accidentally missed an opportunity to let little Sakura open his heart.

"Shall I get you hangover tea?"

"No need, just the simplest water will do."

Instead of insisting on promoting his own tea, Yagyu Satoru poured a cup of warm water and secretly added some honey to it.

Little Sakura held the water glass and looked around Yagyu Satoru's room.

Different from the houses of ordinary men who live alone, this place is not a cold square, nor a chaotic garbage dump, but a warm-toned, very stylish one-bedroom.

On the small tea table in the corner was a vase with white unknown flowers in it. It looked simple and elegant, but the fragrance seemed to come from that direction.

Few people put their minds on this, and Yagyu Satoru is the first she has ever seen.

Looking in the direction of little Sakura's gaze, Yagyu Satoru said: "That flower is called jasmine, which comes from the east. I have hardly seen it here, but I like the smell very much, so I asked someone to float it to me. I brought some seeds, if you like, I can give you some seeds and teach you how to plant them."

"No."

Little Sakura restrained her gaze and said, "My father doesn't allow me to grow flowers and raise small animals."

"Why?"

"He thinks this will be a distraction. I should try to be a Jōnin, a person who contributes to the village, not a woman who is a waste of all sentient beings."

Yagyu Satoru nodded knowingly.

Putting all the expectations on the children will invisibly bring huge psychological pressure to the children. It seems that Yagyu Satoru guessed it right before. Parents are the first source of pressure for little Sakura.

"Little Sakura, do you like your parents?"

"Like, they are the ones who gave birth to me and raised me."

"So do you want to be a parent like them?"

This question directly silenced little Sakura.

She lowered her head and drank the cold honey water in one gulp, and said, "Why do you like to hide your thoughts in this kind of place so much? Jasmine and honey water..."

The eye sockets seemed a little wet, and the nose was a little sour. This feeling was so strange that little Sakura was a little scared.

At this moment, a big warm hand was placed on Liu Shengyu's head.

Since little Sakura calls her uncle, it proves that he is not talking from the perspective of a teacher and a student. Perhaps he should take the initiative to get closer to the other party.

"Like it?"

"I love it.....I love it! I really love it!"

Little Sakura said that she liked it over and over again, but she didn't say who she liked, whether it was a person, a glass of water, or a flower.

Yagyu Satoru understood her thoughts thoroughly, took a breath, withdrew his hand and said: "If you become a Jōnin who is useful to the village according to your parents, you will not be happy. You are not happy even in the most innocent childhood, let alone grown up."

"When you grow up, at least you can ask for what you like."

You can pursue the person you like... At least these things will not be discussed by your parents.

"No, when you grow up, there will only be more involuntary things."

"Then can I be willful now?"

Yagyu Satoru felt that if he could answer "963 yes", maybe little Sakura would say something that would make their relationship impossible, but if he refused, he would become the same person as her parents.

Among these two answers, Yagyu Satoru was silent for a moment, and finally chose the former.

"Yes, because you are still young."

"Teacher, I like you, not the kind of respect for the teacher, but the admiration of girls.

"I see."

Yagyu Satoru answered very quickly, as if he thought of the answer before the other party's question was spoken.

"Ah? Is that all?"

Little Sakura was a little dazed. She looked up and saw Yagyu Satoru bent down and lowered his head. He was very close to her. Their faces seemed to be separated by only a fist.

She could even feel the ethereal heat of Yagyu Satoru's breath on her face!

"Old... Teacher!"

"I said I got it, I appreciate your liking, but I can't be with you.

Little Sakura's shyness hadn't fully formed on her face, but was scattered by his words, floating on her face, making her look a little split.

"Why?"

"Because I'm your teacher, I'm much older than you, I don't like you, are these reasons enough?"

One pile after another, it is to the extent that little Sakura's heart can be repeatedly broken through!.