The crossing point is the bedding of 5T5

The clear and magnetic voice is very low, mixed with some obscure and dark things, the boy I used to like very, very much, standing in the shadow of the sun, looking at me with deep blue eyes , I was caught off guard, and I was suffocated.

My heart suddenly convulsed like crazy. I thought I would cry out in pain, but in reality, I laughed.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Goku-kun," I told him with a smile, looking straight into his eyes, "because this is the real me."

Selfish, arrogant, bad-tempered, suspicious...

Not at all as good as it was shown to you before.

When I was young, my parents didn't want to care about me after giving birth, so they threw me to my grandma who lived in my hometown.The place like my hometown is remote, conservative and xenophobic. My grandma is not in good health. She only teaches me the principles of life and the bottom line. I don’t care too much about other things. But I have been like a tomboy since I was a child, fighting, skipping classes, being a big sister... just living my life I picked up a weed that grew savagely, and learned the gangster spirit of the market.

Later, when my grandma passed away, I was taken back home. As soon as my mother met me, she pinched her nose and said I was ashamed.She suspended me from school, invited tutors, held me down to learn annoying etiquette, and forced me to hide that withdrawn and vigilant hedgehog and become an elegant little lady.

This layer of protective color called a lady has been worn by me for too long, and it has almost merged with me, so that I almost forget my other self.However, a person's character is originally shaped by past experiences. No matter how successful I appear to be, the core part remains unshakable.

So after those extremely strong feelings gradually calmed down, I would decide to stop the pursuit in time because I found that I would never be able to keep up with Gojo Satoru; Decisively break up.

I like Gojo Satoru, and I still like it even now.

But I love myself more.

What a coincidence, Gojo Satoru on the opposite side is probably in this state—for example, he always wants to make everything according to his own preferences.

He didn't want to break up, so he couldn't break up.

He won't let me go, so I can't go.

I belong to him, and he likes it. Maybe when he gets tired, bored, and unwilling to continue, I can leave here.

Don't blame anyone, we are all very egoistic people, and we are basically the same in our bones.It's unbelievable that such two people can talk about their love for such a long time.

"Wu Jun, the girl you like is just a pleasing silhouette I showed you, very one-sided and false."

With an unprecedentedly serious tone and expression, I told the big white-haired boy who remained silent: "I'm actually not good at all. After a long time, I will only expose more and more, and you will see all kinds of things. With all kinds of shortcomings, you will find that the girl who is as beautiful as a sunflower is just a bubble after all..."

At this moment, those memories of laughing together and being crazy together flashed before my eyes.

He disliked me as a slow trouble, but he was the first to save me when I was in trouble; he tore through the realm of super magic spirits and joked with me under the dazzling sky light; he was constantly wounded when he became smaller He was bleeding but only told me that the straw rabbit he gave him was broken; he ran to Yokohama to buy me a wooden warehouse for magic tools; he taught me how to use the wooden warehouse and how to kill curse spirits...

I will never forget the way he looked at me with clear eyes and said "I can't lose you".

Gojo Satoru, you are a very good person, the sweet dream I woke up from in midsummer.

We've actually given each other the best that our current selves can give.

We just don't fit in.

On this day, facing each other, Gojo Satoru and I kept standing for a long time, until the shadow of the sun moved slowly, pulling us all into the dazzling splendor.

Then the big white-haired boy who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"I don't believe it," he said.

After saying this, the boy turned around and disappeared in front of me.

***

From that day on, I never saw Gojo Satoru again.

I heard that he started to send out missions frequently, as if he wanted to make up for everything that had been left behind. All the curse spirits in various places were attacked and killed without leaving any traces.

I bought newspapers from all over the country, went out early and returned late, searched for various rental and recruitment information, and planned to move out immediately when I found a suitable one. Enough to start a new life in a new city.

"If you have confirmed your new address, you must tell me," Niatzi leaned over to read the newspaper with me, "Don't worry, I won't tell Wutiao."

"It's okay, if he asks, just tell him directly."

I shook my head, and hesitated to ask Xia Youjie, who just came back from the task, "Mr. Xia You, you don't seem to be in a good state recently, is it okay?"

"Huh? I'm fine, thank you Lin Jun," the black-haired boy who was in a daze suddenly woke up, and smiled a little tiredly at me, "It's just because I have done several tasks in a row, it doesn't matter."

"Then go back and rest quickly, have a good sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up."

A certain figure who is said to have been doing tasks continuously flashed across my mind, I took a deep breath and comforted me.

"Well, then I'll go back, goodbye, Nitro, Mr. Lin."

"Bye~" "Goodbye."

The big black-haired boy gradually drifted away, until now, looking at his lonely back, I suddenly found that Xia Youjie began to do more tasks by himself at some point.

However, it is true that from the perspective of maximizing resource utilization, it is a bit wasteful for two super conjurers to do tasks together.

Thinking of this, I didn't delve into it, and continued to discuss with Glass about a house that looked good.

The shadow under the iceberg grew bigger unknowingly, and a huge danger was approaching quietly, but everyone was blinded by a leaf, and did not see clearly that the situation was deteriorating rapidly in time.

Looking back later, we took everything for granted, so reality mercilessly gave us a very loud slap.

I clearly remember that Jianren Nanami stumbled back in a cloudy weather with his face covered in blood.

The one who came back with him was the half body of Hui Yuanxiong. *