5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Gojo Satoru looked the same as usual - walking steadily with his hands in his pockets, his sight was invisible due to the blindfold, so it was particularly difficult to figure out where his focus was.

After I glanced at him, I didn't care about him, but continued to look at Sugimoto's mobile phone camera and compare the poses for taking pictures.Sugimoto took several photos, then opened his photo album openly, and swipe the screen in front of me.

"There are three cards in total, which one do you think is better to keep?"

Sugimoto held up the phone, so I had to lean over to look at it.

I was about to reach out to touch the screen to switch to the next photo, but when my finger was less than two centimeters away from the screen, another finger touched the screen in front of me. The male fingers with well-articulated joints are familiar to me many times. of an object.

I turned my head and saw Gojo Satoru behind the two of us with the corners of his lips hooked—to be precise, behind me, and the hand sticking out between me and Sugimoto was like a guardrail, occupying The action of the height advantage seemed to be pulling me into his arms.

He carefully looked at the group photo on the screen.

...And I feel that his movements are too lacking in distance.

Does Gojo Satoru not quite understand what a sense of distance is?If I hadn't torn off the hazy gauze between us and completely spread the reality in front of me, I might really be captured again by someone like him who doesn't understand the sense of distance.

After all, he has already been recruited once.

"Hey, there are three photos in total." He swiped the screen, and after viewing all three photos, he pointed to the second photo and said, "This photo looks better."

Sugimoto is clearly the owner of the mobile phone, but because Gojo Satoru inserted his foot horizontally, his posture was very uncomfortable. After seeing the photo, he also nodded and praised: "Indeed, this one is the best photo of Yizhi...but why do I not look good?" It's too photogenic, and the distance between us is too far, it looks a bit awkward..."

Sugimoto rambled on for a long time, but it seemed that he was still not satisfied.

But forgive me, I think all three are about the same.

I said, "Wouldn't it be good to just P? It doesn't have to be so delicate, does it?"

"No, no, judging by my eyes—" Gojo Goto pointed firmly at the middle one, and said, "This one is the best." Then he turned back to the left and right pages, and directly deleted those two There is no room for Sugimoto to turn around.

Sugimoto, on the other hand, hesitated to speak and watched his mobile phone being fiddled with by Gojo Satoru, and even deleted the photos without authorization.

However, when I saw Gojo Satoru pointing to the beautiful photo, I was completely dizzy-is he serious? !

I stared at the photo: I was subconsciously looking at Gojo Satoru, so I didn’t pay attention to the position of Sugimoto when I adjusted my posture, and I was accidentally far away, as if I was put on P.

Gojo Satoru thinks it looks good?

According to my understanding of him, although he is sometimes straight and masculine, he doesn't have such a deadly aesthetic!

"Since Mr. Gojo said so, then I think so." Although Sugimoto seemed frustrated just now, he was still easily persuaded by Gojo Satoru. He put away his phone with a smile, and then remembered to ask Gojo Satoru : "Mr. Gojo passing by here?"

"Probably." Gojo Gojo cheerfully responded.

After watching everything from the sidelines, Xiao Chuan, who couldn't bear it anymore, patted his friend on the shoulder and reminded him: "This is a high school, so there is no such thing as passing by or not."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be in a good mood, but he didn't join the duo's nonsensical conversation, but turned around and focused on talking to me——

"Is there any work to do next?"

His tone was normal, as if he was asking if he had eaten.

"Currently - no." However, the possibility of being overwhelmed by temporary work cannot be ruled out.

When Gojo Satoru spoke, the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch, and it was difficult to tell whether this person was smiling, or whether it was his habitual expression on the surface.If you judge his mood at this moment only from this angle, you may get a result that is quite different from the truth.

Anyway, Gojo Satoru wasn't necessarily happy when he smiled.But when he is happy, he will indeed express it directly with a smile.

"That's right." He glanced sideways at the scattered crowd beside him, and said to me, "Going to take pictures next?"

"That's right." I also looked at the heads nested together at the same time, and whispered: "But I have already taken pictures..."

"Really?" Gojo Satoru covered his mouth with a puzzled expression, "That's really troublesome, maybe I accidentally lost the file when I handed it over."

"Will this kind of thing happen again...?" I asked in disbelief.

As a result, Wujo Wuxiang's light-hearted tone when coaxing students: "Yes~ The person in charge of the file is too careless."

"Come here to assemble—and then take pictures in order—"

The staff over there yelled at the top of their voices from a distance, and the colleagues who were standing around without order just now spontaneously started to line up. Since I was stopped by Gojo Satoru to chat, naturally I could only go to the line The last position.

I thought to myself: I don’t know how long it will take...

Anyway, I was destined to be the last one to take pictures, and I didn't bother to go to the queue to line up. I thought that Gojo Satoru said "that's just right", and I must have said that because I had something to do.

I asked him, "Mr. Wujo, what can I do for you?"

Gojo Satoru immediately began to play tricks, and said leisurely: "It's not convenient to talk about it here..."

Me: "If it's inconvenient, then don't talk about it."

Wutiaowu: "..."

I looked at him very straightly, admiring Gojo Satoru's short speechlessness at this moment, and then said innocently: "...you said it was inconvenient to say it here."

The implication is that I didn't mean to argue with you, but to state the facts.

However, Gojo Satoru is not someone who will be choked by my words, he raised his smile again, then raised his index finger and shook it in front of me——

"I'll go upstairs to the office after I finish taking the photos." Seriously, if it wasn't for Gojo Satoru's usual style, this sentence really sounded like an invitation to make people imagine, and there was a kind of kindness in his escaped tone. The shallow and opinionated frivolity, which for him is an integral element of his appearance, cannot be separated separately.

I stared at his blindfold, which was about the position of the eyes, and pretended to be looking at him. I asked him, "Can't I give you some information in advance?"

"Don't you think it's boring if you know it in advance?" Gojo Satoru originally moved closer to me, but at this moment he has folded his arms around his chest and leaned back to an upright angle.

Seeing that he couldn't talk to me anymore, I replied dryly: "Okay, I understand."

"Aren't you going to ask a few more questions?"

"I asked... Will Mr. Gojo tell me now?"

"Well—maybe?"

I shook my head.

"—please stop joking."

I was almost numb to Gojo Satoru's way of speaking, but he stopped joking with such righteous words, and it was surprisingly fun to say it.

Now as a purely colleague relationship, I am sure that I will always maintain a peaceful and friendly social distance with him, so this kind of complaint will probably appear many times in the future, just like joking and hurting each other during the same period. Doing this is my ideal state.

Once one party is not unconditionally tolerant of the other in the conversation, the temperature between the two will change during the conversation.Now I can go back to him without any scruples, or complain about him calmly, the more I do this, the less burden I have——

Before Gojo Satoru's hippie grin reappeared on his face, I re-judged Saito's joke.

"Although Mr. Gojo kept telling me to guess...but I can tell with my knees that it must be a matter of work."

After finishing speaking, I sighed: "...This kind of thing will be boring no matter whether I mention it or not."