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The matter of changing the chief was successfully resolved after three days.

Although I don't know why, those old men suddenly knelt down and insisted on letting him go back. The appearance of repeatedly jumping and jumping looked like a PUA scumbag, and successfully aroused the rebellious psychology of Wu Tiao, so he refused , and crossed Erlang's legs and scolded them for half an hour.

When saying these words—Gojo Satoru always felt that he seemed to hold back for a long time.

But why is he holding back?

Haven't these old men been unable to control him?

In order to verify this feeling, Gojo Satoru did a lot of experiments again. He increased the time for fancy swearing by another half an hour, swearing, going on strike, rebelling, and taking a holiday. He freely adopted various methods of provocation.

In the end, this group of people still didn't dare to let a fart go, they could only shake their hands in anger, and clutched their chests looking for quick-acting heart-rescuing pills.

At the end of the scolding, he stopped by himself.

Five enlightenment good freedom.

But Gojo Satoru didn't seem happy.

In short, the new chief fell on Xia Ji Pinghe. On the day they came out of the conference hall, they met at the teppanyaki shop at the foot of the mountain. Master Wutiao came late, and saw a tired face from a distance. Face.

There were deep dark circles under his eyes, and his expression was solemn as if he was going to a funeral. It was obviously a good thing that the sky fell, but he was fine, he looked just like the punishment.

weirdo.

Master Wutiao raised his eyebrows, sat down and ordered a large strawberry parfait.

The person opposite looked as if he wanted to say something to him, but he opened his mouth but made no sound.

Finally just ask.

"Then you won't go back to the first team?"

Gojo Satoru: "Well, no more."

Natsuki Hiraga: "Then what are you going to do next?"

Gojo Satoru: "Go to school."

Hiraga Natsuki: "Why did you go to school all of a sudden?"

Gojo Gojo paused, "I don't know, but I think I should go to school."

It's incredible that there is Sakai spring water in the store, the lyrics sang "time will change everything", the two looked at each other in silence until Natsuki Hiraga's eyes fell on his head.

There is a cute ice blue hairpin stuck there, and the rhinestone ribbon is fluffy, and the design is very simple, not cheap at all.

It just doesn't match the stinky face of the Wutiao young master.

Natsuki Pinghe: "This is..."

"Ah, this, I found it in the room." Gojo Satoru took off the hairpin, "Put it in a box, it seems like a gift for someone?"

"It's a very strange bondage, and there should only be one person who can wear it except me."

Although he doesn't know who this person is.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand naturally, "Does it look good? I even painted the nails for it."

The manicure is very professional, and they painted two lifelike laurel dogs on both sides.

Natsuki Pinghe: "..."

Pretty chic, really.

Hiraga Natsuki couldn't explain it all, and finally he could only say, "Do you need nail polish remover?"

Gojo Satoru: "I bought a bottle myself."

The strawberry parfait in the store is delicious, sweeter than ordinary dessert shops. Before leaving, Gojo Satoru naturally raised his hand, "Please, pack—"

Halfway through, he stopped again.

The waiter asked him, "What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's okay."

In fact, it wasn't just Hiraga Xia Ji.

Wujo Satoru felt that something was wrong with him.

He often makes some inexplicable actions.

For example, when I was sleeping, I suddenly woke up, and I closed my eyes and covered the air next to me with a quilt.

For example, when you are eating, you pick up a chopstick, but when you turn your head, you find that there is no one next to you.

For example, when I went out, I asked the maid to hold the coat, only to realize that he didn't need to wear it at all.

Another example is that after eating delicious Strawberry Buffy, I want to pack a copy and take it home.

but--

Gojo Satoru thought strangely.

Who is he going to pack for?

Is it possible to give it to the old men in the council?

The formalities for going to school were done quickly, and the old gang at home quickly sent him out of the house as if they were afraid that he would regret it, and sent him to school at the end of the winter vacation.

But going to school didn't make his emptiness less. On the first day of school, Gojo Satoru undoubtedly became the focus of the whole school. The eyes of the people around him made him irritable and his face became more and more ugly, but none of these could stop the enthusiasm of the teenagers.

Someone threw a note to him in class, surrounded him in a circle after class, invited him to lunch with a group of people during lunch break, received five love letters in three days, and confessed three times in person.

When he was confessed for the fourth time, Gojo Satoru was eating lunch on the rooftop, when suddenly a group of people gathered around chattering, and a beautiful girl appeared out of the stars.

The girl made a cute gesture to him, then bowed with a blushing face, and handed out a pink gift box.

"Gojo-kun—I like you!"

Gojo Satoru stared at the box, his eyes can be said to be indifferent.

He suddenly said, "You said you like me?"

This was the first positive response in four days. The girl was very pleasantly surprised, and said quickly, "Yes, yes, I just saw it—"

Before she finished speaking, there was a loud bang, Gojo Satoru crushed the gift box she handed over with one hand.

The packaged pieces of paper flew all over the sky, the metal box was twisted and deformed, and the parts of the music box inside popped out, making shallow holes in the ground.

Gojo Satoru asked, "So, do you still like me?"

The onlookers screamed and fled in a panic, while the girl stayed where she was.

Gojo Satoru picked up the small parts on the ground and held them in the palm of his hand. The magic power crushed the metal into powder like sand. He spread his five fingers, and the powder was blown away by the wind.

He repeated blankly, "So—do you still like me?"

In the end, the girl who gave the gift also ran away.

Only Gojo Satoru was left to continue eating.

He knew it wasn't the fault of those people, but he just felt so irritated, inexplicably irritated.

It was as if there should be someone beside him, and there should only be someone who could say those words to him.

Less than a week after school, Gojo Satoru was reported to the superintendent's office for using spell power in front of ordinary people. The Gojo family sent people to arrest him and put him back in confinement. He didn't resist, and let them take him away and lock him into a room." Reflect".

It is better to say that he is in confinement than that he does not want to go out. After all, no one can stop him if he wants to go out.

One sunny afternoon, Gojo Satoru called Hiraga Natsuki out and lay flat on the grass.

"It's so boring." Gojo Satoru asked, "Is this world so boring?"

Boring adults, boring schools, everything can be done quickly, but people lose interest.

Hiraga Natsuki didn't speak.

After a while, he handed him a printed photo of a red panda.

Gojo Satoru took it and watched it for a long time.

Suddenly it was torn off.

He said, "Why give me such a boring thing."

As if feeling something, Gojo Satoru began to feel restless from that day on.

He dreams every night, and wakes up from the dream several times, but when he wakes up, he doesn't know what he dreamed.

At midnight, the moonlight reflected the shape of the window on the ground. He stood in front of the mirror and touched his eyes, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

But I don't know why.

The next day, he slipped out to wander the streets and bought himself a pair of dark glasses.

Gojo Satoru raised his head when he was paying, and there was a calendar hanging on the wall of the boutique. The past dates were all circled in red circles. Today is just circled to December 12, and a big note was written in red pen next to it. winter solstice".

Oh, he thought.

It turned out that the day he circled was the winter solstice.

So circle it, probably because that's the end of winter right?

The long cold is coming to an end, the days are starting to get longer, and hope lies ahead.

……evil.

After thinking about it, Gojo Satoru was disgusted by himself.

However, he suddenly thought of a real winter night.

So he called back, told all the maids to leave, cut all the electricity, turned off the air conditioning and heating.

He removed the mantra that wrapped his body, wrapped himself in a down jacket and lay on the cold floor, it turns out that winter is really cold, the coolness penetrates from the tatami to the bones, the air is so quiet that you can clearly hear the sound of a needle falling .

Gojo Satoru didn't want to fall asleep, because he didn't want to dream, even though he wouldn't remember anything, just the feeling of being lost.

It was as if there was something, and he missed it, and it never came back.

So he just closed his eyes, but closing his eyes doesn't mean he can't "see" things.

Suddenly, he said coldly, "Who is it? Come out."

In the pitch-black night, a section of white clothes was exposed, with a large area of ​​deep red blood stained on it.

Gojo Satoru's heart skipped a beat.

For the first time, he knew that his heart could beat so fast.

The words blurted out, "Idiot, do you want to die!?!"

Normally, Gojo Satoru should call the police for breaking into a private house, or beat someone up by himself.

But for some reason, he didn't do any of them.

Gojo Satoru didn't remember anything, but his body remembered everything.

He has never been injured much since he was a child, but he is so proficient in bandaging, it must be because he is a genius.

He can find medicine accurately when he hears a cough, and remembers the dosage without reading the instructions. It must be because he is perfect.

The uninvited guest was a head shorter than him, with a white mask covering his face. Gojo Satoru reached out to lift it, but he took a step back to avoid it.

"Cut." Young Master Wutiao leaned back disdainfully, "If you don't look at it, don't look at it."

There was no hot water in the room. He took out his phone to restore the power supply and heating, but he was gently pressed down by a hand and hugged into a hug.

What a coincidence, the coat was just the right size and the hug was just the right shape.

That hand was so cold, not as cold as a living person, but it inexplicably calmed his anxiety.

It seems that there should be such a person here, even if he doesn't speak, even if he can't move, even if he is just there, just alive, just holding his hand.

Gojo Satoru felt his eyelids begin to get heavy.

It's the kind of peace of mind, like a pack of wolves returning to their territory, a snow leopard grabbing its own tail.

Gojo Satoru gripped his wrist, using force but not daring to use force, he used his body to touch the boy's skin as much as possible, as if he wanted to confirm his existence with all the senses in his body.

In the night without lights, they are just so dependent on each other.

Fall into a peaceful sleep.

Until the dream woke up.

The temperature in his arms moved, Gojo Satoru half opened his eyes, the moonlight was dazzling.

Gojo Satoru wanted to hold him, and wanted him never to leave, but that wrist was too fragile, so weak that he dared not use force.

In the end, he could only let go of his hand and ask.

"Will you be back?"

The figure didn't answer, but just walked away in the night.

So Gojo Satoru chased after him and continued to ask, "Are you coming back?"

"Hello!" Young Master Wutiao stood by the sliding door and shouted loudly, "I allow you to come back and find me, did you hear me?"

"Did you hear that?" he yelled loudly, loudly, "Did you hear that!!"

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