There must be something wrong with my krypton game

Gojo Satoru did not move out in the end.

Although he has already packed his luggage.

The luggage was packed in front of the mysterious friend, and the packing was meticulous and slow. He deliberately slowed down, stuffed one by one into the suitcase, and asked questions while packing.

Gojo Satoru: "I'm going out now?"

Mysterious man: [hmm]

Gojo Satoru: "I'm really going to move out?"

Mysterious man: [OK]

Gojo Goto was furious: "After I moved out, I will never come back again?"

Mysterious friend: [? 】

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Forget it." Gojo Satoru gave up completely, and waved at him desperately, "It's okay, see you again!"

After a while, he still couldn't help but look back, "I said, have you never had friends?"

A person whose number of friends is one, does not know how to say such a thing.

The next day, he found Hiraga Xia Ji and came out for a meeting, and made an outrageous request, "Who is the most straight man among the five masters? Make a list for me."

Hiraga Natsuki: "?"

Natsuki Hiraga looked at him with a "what's wrong with you all of a sudden" look.

Gojo Satoru didn't realize it, put his hands in his pockets and even raised his eyebrows.

Gojo Satoru: "Why do you look at my Xiaoyuan?"

Hiraga Natsuki: "Who is Xiaoyuan?"

Gojo Satoru: "The name I gave the card."

Natsuki Hiraga: "? You still named the card issuer?"

Gojo Satoru: "Yeah, what's the matter, I gave you a name too."

Hiraga Natsuki asked curiously, "Then what is my name?"

Gojo Satoru: "Captain."

Pinghe Natsuki paused and scratched his hair embarrassingly, "Hey, boss, I'm a little embarrassed when you say that..."

"No." Gojo Satoru raised one hand, shook it twice like a beckoning cat, and put on a cute expressionless face, "The bark team made a great contribution, oops."

Natsuki Pinghe: "..."

After a lot of tossing, the time was finally set on Sunday. Master Wutiao was not very satisfied, but he thought it was acceptable.

At least he doesn't have those unrememberable dreams anymore.

So he would get up early every Sunday, and then go down the mountain to buy all the fun and delicious things he had saved up this week, pile them together and wait for the person to come, and then play together until late at night, until he couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Life is still boring, but barely passable.

Another month passed like this, and on a certain Sunday, Master Wutiao heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to introduce him the latest DVD. But the mysterious friend lowered his head and wrote a line on the cardboard.

【Go out to play? 】

"... Oh." Young Master Wutiao let go of his hands without interest, but still asked obediently, "Where are you going?"

Hey, there is no way.he thinks.

who made me be...

Hey, who told me what?

It has a large rectangular body, a narrow slot for the coin slot, two round stools with worn skin on the front, flat buttons, two balls on the handle, and different characters composed of mosaics flashing on the recessed screen.

It is the most representative form of entertainment known to almost everyone in the middle school of the millennium, arcade games.

The boy opened his palm and handed him a few game coins.

Gojo Satoru snorted, "This kind of thing is so boring, I just casually—"

10 minute later.

Gojo Satoru: "What's going on!? Why can his record be higher than mine!?! This is not possible!!"

The most essential fun of arcade games is never in the game itself, but in the pleasure of chasing and exchanging experiences with other people's records.

By the time Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, he had already been playing with the children nearby all afternoon.

They played until the sun went down, and then reluctantly left.

When returning home, Young Master Wutiao put his hands behind his head, hummed a little tune, and strode forward in a swift stride.

The boy poked his head out in front of him: 【Come back next week? 】

Gojo Satoru looked away: "Come on... come on."

He immediately emphasized, "I'm not interested in such boring things, I just play with you!"

Once people have a common language, it is easy to become friends.Master Wutiao quickly mixed with his peers at school. He has the best skills, the most up-to-date games, and the most complete collection of character cards. He soon gained a group of friends. They chatted between classes, played games online, and after school After that, he wandered around, went to the major game halls to brush up the records, and seize the top spot.

He suddenly discovered that there are other things in this world besides endless tasks, wrangling, saving people and being rescued.

He suddenly felt that the world of ordinary people was not so boring.

Gojo Satoru became interested in the world again.

So he tried to deal with different people and tried all kinds of things that he hadn't tried before. He started to go out early and return late. It was the first time he chatted with people in front of the convenience store after school, took photo stickers for the first time, sang karaoke, It was the first time I went shopping with friends, and watched the motorcycle party speeding on the street in the middle of the night.

Master Wutiao has always easily become the focus of the crowd, but this is the first time that he doesn't hate this feeling.

He played outside for a week, and on Sunday, he would lie on the boy's lap and tell him all the jokes he had accumulated for a week.

"That guy is terrible at playing games—and he still doesn't believe it! But his grades are very good, although he's not as good as me..."

Gojo Satoru stopped in the middle of his speech.

"Hey... are you a magician from the Gojo family?"

Gojo Satoru has six eyes, and the mantra is transparent in his eyes. According to the flow of mantra, he can see other people's spells, identify and track most people.

But the person in front of him couldn't see anything except his normal vision, as if the world blocked him alone.

So he didn't know where he came from, where he was going, and couldn't see what he looked like under the mask.

This made Wujo Satoru feel a little uneasy.

Even if he disappears one day, he doesn't know where to find it.

"Hello," he repeated, "are you a conjurer? Or are you not a conjurer?"

The man did not speak.

Gojo Satoru continued to ask, "Are you older than me? Look younger than me, right? Do you have bangs? Although you can't see it, it feels like..."

The man still didn't speak.

Gojo Satoru started to get a little restless.

He spoke faster, "What's your name? I haven't known your name for so long..."

The man still didn't speak.

Gojo Satoru: "Hello..."

silence.

Gojo Satoru: "Hi!"

silence.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned over, pressed the boy against the wall behind him, and put his face close to his, "Hey... can't you hear me! Speak! Answer me!"

His anger came a little suddenly - even Gojo Satoru himself thought so.

It stands to reason that he wouldn't get angry so quickly. Gojo Satoru actually seldom gets angry, because most things don't matter to him. He sees the world from a different perspective than others. Compared with getting angry, it is more often a superior indifference.

But for some reason, he seemed to be the only one who couldn't accept that the person in front of him didn't speak, ignored him, and didn't answer.

Anyone can do it, but it can't be him, anyone can do it.

It's like, he shouldn't be like this, like, he just loves him the most...

half an hour.

Still silent.

Gojo Satoru's eyes turned cold.

He took a long breath and took half a step back, "Okay, I know—"

This sentence did not finish, because the warm liquid dripped on his hand.

Gojo Satoru was startled, and then, more tears fell down and hit his hands.

The boy lowered his head, his hands were shaking, and he kept writing on the cardboard.

【Walk】

He kept writing, kept writing, and the uncontrollable pen tip drew twisted marks on the paper.

【Go】【Go】【Go】

Gojo Satoru felt that he should be angry, but when he saw the tears, his brain went blank, and he had already hugged him when he realized that he was about to rub it into his body.

"Okay..." He obeyed, "Okay...let's go..."

"I know, I'm leaving, I'm leaving..."

That night Gojo Satoru hugged him, resting his chin on the boy's furry head. He gently patted his back, smoothed his hair, kissed his forehead, and hummed a lullaby whose name he couldn't remember.

It was as if he had done this skillfully many times, but he didn't remember it himself.

He didn't ask any more questions until the boy stopped crying and fell asleep.

On the third day, Gojo Satoru skipped class to play the arcade.

Instead of going to the noisy game hall, he sat in front of the painted machine at the door of the grocery store, holding a lollipop in his mouth, and silently broke through the level.

During school hours, almost no one passes by here.

Then next to him, a teenager with half-length black hair and strange bangs chewed bubble gum and sat down too.

Gojo Satoru cast a coin.

The boy also cast a coin.

Gojo Satoru's machine sounded a notification to clear the level.

The juvenile's machine also sounded a notification to clear the level.

The two of them paused at the same time - they turned their heads at the same time and met their gazes.

Wutiaowu: "..."

The black-haired boy: "..."

Click x2

It was the sound of two people putting coins into the machine at the same time with no expression on their faces.

after an hour.

The shop owner's angry voice resounded across the sky, "Which little bastard has used up both of my machines!?! Get out and lose money!!"

The sky was clear, and the two culprits looked away tacitly, looking at the sky with nothing to do with them.

Master Wutiao: "Your bangs are so weird."

Black-haired boy: "Do you want to be beaten?"

The air was awkwardly quiet.

A fly floated in midair.

Gojo Satoru noticed sensitively that the black-haired boy's sight shifted slightly for a moment.

He thought for a while, and stuffed two coins into the vending machine.

Two bottles of Coke rolled out of the window, and he handed one of the bottles to the black-haired boy next to him.

"Gojo Satoru." He nodded, "Your name?"

The black-haired boy paused, took it anyway, and reported his family name, "Xia Youjie."

Unzipping the tab and drinking the Coke in one gulp, Gojo Satoru squashed the can, "... oh."

"Jie." He asked suddenly, "Are you interested in spy agents?"

Xia Youjie:?

The author has something to say: I wrote today until I think about it before going back to sleep, but I would like to remind everyone that this dungeon is be, and sugar is in the next dungeon...