Is your best friend also a handsome white-haired guy with no face?

Gojo Satoru woke up from his sleep.

He opened those ice-blue pupils, stared blankly through the black blindfold for a while, then sat up from the bed, and pulled off the blindfold with one hand.The black material hung around his neck, and his snow-white fluffy short hair also fell down. Gojo Satoru blinked his eyelids that were a little pricked by the ends of his hair, and glanced at the clock beside the bed.

It shows two o'clock in the afternoon.

He sat on the bed reminiscing about the dream just now, hugged the quilt into deep thought, recalled certain details, and turned his head to check whether there was a long, fluffy and spotted tail trailing behind his buttocks, and then looked like I thought of something, and rumpled my hair with one hand.

OK, no ears.

Just like the last time I woke up and found that there was no Jie on the bed, it was just a dream.

Gojo Satoru quickly sorted out his regretful mood, swept away the box of liqueur chocolates placed next to the clock, found slippers under the bed, stood up, and walked to the empty bathroom in the teacher's dormitory of the college.The exposed half of the paper box he left behind was empty, only a few balls of crumpled light golden tinfoil were thrown inside.

Recently, I took a trip to Hokkaido with Qihai to go on a mission, and I also dealt with a lot of things in the surrounding area, big and small. The information and incidents handed over by "window" were unexpectedly many, making Gojo Gojo, who is the strongest, busy for a while.

Now that he finally had an afternoon of free time, he naturally wanted to catch up on sleep.

No matter how strong a person is, they are not made of iron. Even if they can solve most of the curse spirits in this world with a snap of their fingers, the tiring things are still very tiring. ordinary people.

After this series of overtime work, even Gojo Satoru, who was under the full power of the reversal technique, felt tired, so he naturally wanted to take advantage of the rare rest day to make up for sleep.

However, in this rare and precious sleep, Gojo Satoru was still dreaming.

Does Dreaming Affect Sleep Quality?But sometimes for Gojo Satoru, this is not the case.

He sometimes dreams when he sleeps, dreaming about the rare three years when he was a teenager, and he will sleep better instead.It was a rare precious and carefree happy time in his life. It seems that every day is full of sunshine, and it is inevitable to miss it, so it is very natural to dream.

So when he dreamed of Xia Youjie at first, he didn't think there was anything wrong, until today he had this... a dream that was very divorced from reality in all aspects.

However, although it was very divorced from reality in various senses, this dream made Gojo Satoru feel better.

He hummed a little and wiped his face with a wet towel, his whole body was glowing, and decided to let another person who was frowning all day long share his good mood.

Another visitor came to the consulting room where the family had entered the glass.

But this time I didn't bring anything.There were no dead bodies, no injured students or assistant supervisors. Wujo Satoru walked in boldly by himself, without blindfolds or black high-collared teacher uniforms, only a loose round-neck black sweater, Wearing small sunglasses, he walked in slowly.

"Yo, nitro!"

He seemed to be in a good mood and raised his hand to say hello.

The housemate bit his cigarette butt, responded vaguely, and put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the desk without changing his face, turned around from the office chair, and glanced up and down Wutiaowu calmly. After confirming that there were no signs of injury, he was relieved.

The strongest Gojo Satoru is generally not injured.However, when he entered the door, Jia Ruzizi clearly noticed that he was in a different mood than usual, so he took a closer look.The usual Gojo Satoru is always quite happy, but it is rare to see such a happy look today, and Iirui Glass, who has been with him for more than ten years, is able to distinguish the subtle difference very keenly.

This uneasy old classmate is so excited, there must be a ghost.

She thought calmly on the surface, but she was rarely curious in her heart.Gojo Satoru has recently mopped up a circle of work, and as a result, the number of wounded people who came to enter the nitrous has dropped sharply, and they have lived a rare and clean life.Normally, when Nitzi was busy saving people, dissecting corpses, and making reports, he would be so overwhelmed that he wouldn't bother to talk to Gojo Satoru.But it just so happens that she is very free right now, and it seems that it would be nice to listen to the gossip brought by Gojo Satoru.

"What's the matter, why are you so happy today? Did something good happen?"

So Jiajin Nizi asked casually.

"I was spotted by the glass." Gojo Goku rubbed the white hair on the back of his head, yawned, and walked in and sat on her dissecting table, not caring about it. How many corpses have been placed on the table before, "Something good has happened. Now I feel like I was hit by a special gift bag of regional sweets while walking on the road!"

It’s still a wonderful metaphor from Gojo Satoru, so there must be Sendai Kikufuku and Otaru Butter Potatoes in the gift pack.Jia Ruozi sneered, and replaced him with a metaphor that was closer to an ordinary person in his heart.Is this the lottery jackpot?

His sunglasses slid down half of the bridge of his nose, and he looked at her with a pair of blue eyes that were also full of smiles, and he looked like he was walking on the road and stepping on a million lottery ticket.

"Tell me." Jia Ruozi crossed his legs, looked at him blankly, and looked a little lazy, "What good thing happened?"

Gojo Satoru gave her unexpected answer.

"It's Jie!" The white-haired young man happily announced the true face of "good things", "I dreamed of Jie with fluffy ears and tail!"

"..."

Jia Ruozi was speechless for a while.

She processed the overwhelming amount of information in this sentence in her mind, and the expression on her face changed from blank to complicated, and finally turned into a little pity.

She said very calmly:

"You don't have to tell me about those puberty throbs you've delayed until now, Five."

"Oh, Nitro, why are you being so polite!" Gojo Satoru seemed completely unaware of her mood, still dancing and gesticulating in the air, as if offering treasures, as if every time he brought back a business trip, he always brought back special products that were too sweet, "Good stuff Just to share!"

...I don't want to hear your erotic dreams.

Even if there is summer oil in it, it won't work.

As the only one other than the principal of the Tokyo Conjuration High School, who can talk to Gojo Satoru about his old classmate who betrayed Fukuju, Iirui Glass, who tried to resist, could not help but listen in humiliation.It's really not a good thing to be curious about Gojo Satoru's words, isn't it a price to pay?

"So, this isn't the first time you've dreamed about summer oil?"

The expression on Jiarui Nitzi's face when he asked this sentence was a bit indescribable.She leaned on the back of the chair, looked at Gojo Satoru in a relaxed posture, but rubbed her fingers involuntarily, a little bit wanting to pick up a cigarette to smoke.

"Of course!" Gojo Satoru replied quickly, blinking at her behind the sunglasses, still looking excited, "Last time I dreamed that we were sleeping in the same bed! Jie wrote a double report last night, which seems very interesting. She looked sleepy, went into the bathroom after waking up and hugged me from behind, didn't wake up at all..."

"Okay, okay." Jia Ruozi's heart was very tired, she didn't want to hear the details of the paid content, so she made a further summary of the general content of the dream briefly described by Gojo Satoru, "You don't need to say anything. , I understand. If Xia You stays in school and becomes a teacher, I will also order you to clean up the mess."

Even put a pink love clip on Xia Youjie, so tasteless, it seems that Gojo Wu can do it.

Gojo Satoru looked at her, the expression on his face fluctuated between "Grade, why are you like this" and "Grade, you're right", and finally froze in a playful laugh, folding one leg and stepping on the dissecting table. On the edge, his chin was buried in his knees, covering most of his expression, leaving only a pair of blinking baby blue eyes, fulfilling the order "you don't have to say it" for the time being.

Seeing that he really stopped talking, Jiarui Nitzi was a little surprised at his rare cuteness today.She realized something, and although she didn't want to continue the topic, she still maintained a somewhat interested look and asked:

"So what about today's dream? What is it?"

"That's the one, the fluffy one I mentioned!" The look in Gojo Wu's eyes suddenly became active, he looked at Jia Ruozi, his slender arms spread out and gestured in the air, "Jie is a wolf, I It's a snow leopard! Our two tails can still be hooked together, and Jie's big, fluffy tail is super thick and feels super-super-good!"

Jia Ruozi listened to his rambling, his eyes became a little indescribable again.

The school nurse of the conjuration college twirled her fingertips, which still smelled of nicotine and tobacco. She never thought that she would have the opportunity to relive her high school years at the age of three.

Of course, this does not refer to the good side of youth, but the impulse to smash the heads of the two companion boys and let them go sticky by themselves so as not to obstruct other people's eyes, reappeared.

"...Xia You is a wolf, you are a snow leopard, so what am I?"

Iiriki, who is not bad at zoology, endured the urge from adolescence, imagined it out of thin air, and actually felt the rationality of Gojo Satoru's weird dream.The images of her two contemporaries subtly match these two beasts, and their body shapes are also reasonable, which inflates her curiosity that should not exist again.

"Ah, I forgot."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, blinking his clear blue eyes, and replied innocently.

"... Huh?" Jiarui Nizi really couldn't help but want to get a cigarette, and his teeth started to itch, "What about the others? Nanami, Huiyuan?"

No matter how bad it is for Teacher Noctua, is he a big bear, or what——

etc.It's not just the two of you, is it?

"I haven't seen it yet." Gojo Satoru looked at her sincerely with an expression of nothing happened, and replied as a matter of course, "It's just me and Jie. Time flies too fast when we are playing with tails and ears... ...and woke up before I knew it."

Seeing his subtly dissatisfied expression of "I haven't masturbated enough" on his face, Jia Ruozi felt tired, and at the same time, as a full-time therapist, her fists began to miraculously itch as if she had returned to her youth.

Not to mention Wutiao enlightenment, even if Xia Youjie was revived in front of her now, he would still be able to handle it.

"But that's not the problem." Gojo Satoru didn't seem to notice her mood at all, pushed his sunglasses, and looked at Jia Ruzi with a rare serious expression, "I want to ask, Nitro can see it, why Am I starting to dream about Jay a lot?"