The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

The wind was strong, and the broken dark blue coat was blown behind him, and the white shirt inside was stained with large mottled and dried dark red marks.

The boy walking towards me looked like a peerless weapon that had just been quenched. Just looking at each other, there was an illusion of being pressed against the side of the neck by a cold blade.

Undoubtedly, he successfully broke through some kind of shackles, and took another big step forward on the road of "the strongest".

If it was a day ago, I might happily run up to meet him, hug him, and tell him Wujo-kun is great, congratulations, and I will continue to work hard in the future.

It's a pity that today is different from the past, and now I only feel a burst of coldness that penetrates into the bone marrow and engulfs me.

I don't want to congratulate him, I'm even a little scared all of a sudden.

Although my mother who hates the poor and loves the rich has no sense of responsibility, she said something that I agree with.

She said that for a man, you can't just listen to what he said, but also what he did.

"For example, your father, although he is not a good person, but he has money and is willing to spend it for me, so as long as these two points remain the same, I will always be a gentle and beautiful wife and bring him The scenery and face of a successful man."

At that time, the family was not yet bankrupt, and the woman was drinking tea with the most fashionable hairstyle, red lips and exquisite makeup.

She looked at me like she was looking at a naive and stupid chick: "I think you will definitely fall down in the future, remember, it's easy to cheat money and sex, just don't be cheated of your life."

"Oh, sometimes I really don't understand how two of us who are so ruthless can give birth to an infatuated child like you."

That day, the woman ended with this sentence.

It is said in the book that sorrow arises out of love, and fear arises out of love.

I don't know whether I am the "infatuated species" in my mother's mouth, but at this moment, I suddenly understand something.

Gojo Satoru and I will probably never be suitable.

He didn't lie to me, that's who he is.

The things he said to me before were all sincere, but he was also sincere when he couldn't see me for a while today.

There are some things in the world that you cannot achieve with hard work. I am indeed a naive and stupid chick.

Gojo Satoru has already climbed high enough, and it is only possible to go further away slowly in the future, and I have exhausted almost all my energy to climb to the current position, and I am destined to be thrown further and further away by the other party in the years to come.

Today, he just can't see me at such a very, very important moment in his eyes, so will there be a day in the future, when he wakes up, he suddenly starts to wonder whether he once liked this weak girl like an ant? what?

I have to say, just thinking about it makes me tremble with fear.

Time seems to go backwards, in a trance, as if I have returned to the college classroom in the early morning of the second day when I just traveled to this world.

The white-haired boy approached me step by step, and I looked at him, raising my head little by little until my neck was sore.

I didn't notice it before, but he seems to have grown a little taller recently.

It's just that I'm afraid that in the future, I won't be able to grow up with him anymore.

The wind stopped, and everything around me was far away.

I fixed the messy hair around my ears, raised my head, looked at the extremely beautiful blue eyes that made me fall in love at first sight, and said calmly: "Gojo Wu, we ..."

let's break up.

People, with some words, you always have to wait until you really open your mouth before you find out how difficult it is for you to say them.

My eyes were quietly moist, I opened and closed my mouth several times, but I still couldn't let that short word out of my tightly locked throat.

However, it was only a short pause, and I didn't have a chance to say it again.

The big white-haired boy who walked up to me blinked his blue eyes slightly, then stretched out his hand and clasped the back of my neck.

He bent down, lowered his head, and just like that, kissed me with a heavy and even fierce force.

At that moment, I seemed to smell the smell of blood quenched by the weapon, which was dense and hot, reserved and unrestrained, with a special cold tone, surrounding me heavily.

The tall figure covered the skylight and shrouded me in his shadow.The neck was forced to lift up with the strength of the hand behind the neck. The feeling of being pressed down made me subconsciously want to back up, but found that I couldn't move at all.

A deadly sense of predation overwhelmed me, and I felt as if I was just the other person's property, a flower, a bottle, a favorite delicacy, everything, except that I was not an independent and living person.

The entanglement on the lips was presumptuous and wild, and there was a slight tingling sensation, obviously the skin had been broken.

When the other party wanted to pry open my tightly closed teeth to come in, I finally found a chance and bit him hard.

"hiss--"

Gojo Satoru backed away, covering the corner of his mouth.

He looked at me, blinked his eyes, and after a long while, those indifferent and superior emotions gradually faded, and a puzzled expression mixed with a trace of grievance slowly surfaced, and the whole person finally seemed to have returned to his previous appearance.

"It hurts, Peach Jam."

He frowned and complained to me unhappily.

But I just pressed the wooden warehouse in my hand against his heart, endured the burning pain on my lips, and gritted my teeth: "Get out."