The strongest scum after me

"Because I don't want to work in the same place as you."

It was obviously a light tone, but the moment she understood his meaning, Shimizu Sakura's heart seemed to be hit hard by something.

It fell to the bottom in an instant, and all the blood overflowed.

She worked hard for a long time, her lips opened and closed, but she couldn't say a word, and the fingertips holding the pencil were cold.

It was so cold that I even shivered.

Yes, she knows that he is Wujo Wu, and I am used to being the only one. He has always done what he wants, and does not care about the feelings of those who are not in his eyes, so it is only natural that he would say such a thing of.

But Shimizu Sakura used to always think optimistically that even if he didn't like her, he would never look for other girls. Could it be that she also has some special status in his heart?

This sentence is like the most powerful mockery of her innocence.

Why can he just say "I don't want to work in the same place as you" directly to her?

Even if he really thinks so in his heart...can't he hide it a little bit?

Or in front of her, he didn't even bother to cover up?

She was pale and unable to speak a word.

Shimizu Sakura's appearance is pure and soft, and she is weak enough on weekdays, not to mention her pale face and speechless appearance, which is extremely pitiful.

Gojo Satoru looked down at her pale expression, and unconsciously loosened his grip on her wrist.

Just as he was about to say something, Kazuko who was sitting next to Shimizu Sakura couldn't bear it any longer, and stood up against the table: "Gojo-kun! Enough is enough! It's not up to you to decide for her if Sakura wants to stay. What's the matter with you?"

"Oh? Really?" Wujo Satoru had a smile on his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I hope it has nothing to do with me. But she chose to stay in the magic school in Tokyo... Isn't it because I am here? ?”

"you--"

The family was at a loss for words for a moment.

What he meant was very clear.

Not only Kabuki couldn't refute, even Shimizu Sakura felt embarrassed for a while.

Her eyes were hot, she lowered her head, her vision gradually became blurred, she had to use all her strength just to control not to shed tears - Shimizu Sakura didn't want to cry in front of him in this situation.

Tears are only useful for those who love you. If the other party is not moved by it at all, tears are just futile and annoying.

She didn't want others to think that she was using tears to win his sympathy and concessions.

She clenched her teeth tightly and forced back the tears.

Xia Youjie frowned and looked at his best friend, and said in a deep voice, "Wu, you are too much."

"Yes?" Gojo Wujo laughed in surprise, he shrugged slightly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, "Jie, what position do you use to say this for her?"

"Then what position do you have to speak to her like that?"

"It's interesting. Are you complaining for her? Why don't you ask others if they don't appreciate it first?"

The giant hand of the curse spirit manipulated by him directly tore a corner of the classroom, Xia Youjie straightened up, his tone became cold: "Go outside and talk, Wu."

"Okay."

Gojo Gojo snorted.

The tense atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out. The last time this happened was when they were arguing about the topic of "right theory". Seeing that the two people were about to fight, the head teacher Noctua Zhengdao pushed the door in from the outside in time, and he frowned. Looking at the two students: "...What is this for? I didn't take enough gymnastics classes, and I still want to repeat the grade after graduation, right? Do you want the juniors to appreciate the joke of the 'two seniors'?"

The teachers are all here, no matter how big the conflict is, we can't fight it now.

Gojo Satoru let go of Shimizu Sakura's hand, and looked down at her: "I've finished talking. You'd better not choose to stay in Tokyo."

Shimizu Sakura politely declined Xia Youjie and Jiarui's request to send her back, and left the school alone without waiting for Gojo Satoru.

At the end of spring, even the breeze carried an intoxicating fragrance of flowers, and the weather had completely warmed up. She walked alone in the bustling streets of Tokyo, but she couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

When passing by the shop window, she glanced at her own figure reflected in the glass.

There was no trace of blood on his face, his eyes were red, and even if he tried to squeeze out a smile, he was reluctant, which perfectly interpreted the word "destroyed".

[It's so ugly. 】

Shimizu Sakura thought.

Other girls of the same age walking on the streets of Tokyo are happy and carefree, with a lively smile that can see sunshine.

She wanted to be like them too.

But I don't know when it started, it seems more and more difficult for her to be happy.

Why did you like Gojo Satoru in the first place?

She seems to have forgotten.

Shimizu Sakura pressed her temple on the side, maybe because she was holding back crying too hard just now, she has been suffering from a dull pain here.

It hurts so bad I almost want to gag.

It's strange, because she was in front of everyone just now, so she didn't dare to cry, she didn't dare to shed tears, and she tried her best to bear it.But now it's a place where no one knows her, where she can cry happily, but she can't even squeeze out a tear.

...Maybe it has dried up.

She thought in a daze, and before she knew it, she had already reached the outskirts of the deserted world.

It used to be a factory here. It has been abandoned for many years. The old site of the factory has not been completely demolished. The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and the bushes are full of decayed wood and steel.

It's so desolate that even the birds won't patronize it.

However, perhaps because of this, the river outside the abandoned factory has no pollutants discharged or garbage left by pedestrians. It is rare and clear, and the river water is sparkling in the sunset. A stone that has become extraordinarily soft.

Shimizu Sakura stood in front of the stream, silently looking ahead.

There were two people standing on the opposite side of the stream. A handsome young man in a sand-colored windbreaker was holding another woman's hand, and seemed to be talking affectionately. In a panic, he shook off his hand and fled.

It's a broken up lover.

Shimizu Sakura was so preoccupied that she didn't even know when the person opposite disappeared.

"It's really lucky, I didn't expect to meet such a beautiful girl in such a desolate place~"

The voice sounded beside him was gentle and laughing, with a rising end, with a livelyness that did not match the appearance.

The other party had a pair of iris-colored eyes, and white bandages were tied around his hands and neck, which complemented his handsome appearance with a morbid appeal.

Shimizu Sakura turned her head and looked at the handsome young man who suddenly appeared beside her, with a hint of confusion in her eyes: "Is this a flirtation?"

"Hmm..." The young man bent his fingers, pressed his knuckles against his chin, and smiled, "That's right."

"...Why can it be done?" she said, "I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I can talk to the next girl without any grievances?"

"That's why that lady is not my girlfriend." The young man spread his hands lightly, "It's just the object of my love."

"The object of martyrdom?"

"That's right." The young man snapped his fingers in satisfaction, and then quickly became depressed, "To be precise, he was the one who failed to invite him to die for love. Really, he just said 'I like Mr. Dazai the most' before, why? As soon as I made an invitation to die for love, I ran faster than anyone else..."

The young man uttered terrible complaints without knowing it.

Fortunately, Shimizu Sakura's perception is also very slow at this moment, she has no extra mood to deal with everything in the outside world, so when she heard what he said, she just responded lightly.

"It's really a perfunctory reaction." The young man said, "Originally, I wanted to invite you, miss, to die in the water together, but just now, I changed my mind."

"...Why?" Shimizu Sakura turned her head to look at him, "Did you realize that I can't meet your standard of dying in love together?"

"No." The young man put his hands in the windbreaker pocket and looked ahead, "Is it because you still have 'things you don't understand'? It's something you can't let go of until you finish it."

Shimizu Sakura was in a trance for a moment.

She didn't know if Gojo Satoru was her "something she didn't know".

It was strange that she hesitated to answer questions that she could answer without thinking in the past.

"Miss is troubled because of something, or because of someone?"

The opponent hit the nail on the head.

Perhaps it was the young man's keen insight into people's hearts that touched her a little bit, or maybe it was because she had been depressed for too long and no one could tell. over him.

The brown-haired young man was really a good listener, he just listened quietly to her talking about himself the whole time, his eyes were gentle and calm, like quicksand shining with golden light on the bottom of the river at dusk.

He didn't comment on any characters in the story, and only said after she finished speaking: "In the beginning, why did Miss Shimizu like each other?"

"because……"

Because at that time, she had just lost her parents and came to a strange environment. Everyone in the Wutiao family was indifferent to her and made all kinds of harsh and cold demands on her. Everything was so heavy that she could not breathe. Gojo Satoru would laugh at her and take her to play, so only when she was by his side could she feel alive and happy.

"What about now? Do you still feel happy to be by his side now?"

Shimizu Sakura hesitated, and she found that she couldn't answer this question.

This past—a fact she was convinced of.

For a moment, her heart was like a mirror.

"It seems that Miss Shimizu already has the answer."

The young man said with a smile.

She didn't answer, just said, "Mr. Dazai, thank you for listening to me today."

"You're welcome. Rather, I'm flattered that Miss Shimizu is willing to tell a stranger like me what's on her mind."

Shimizu Sakura tilted her head and smiled at him: "It's okay. Mr. Dazai also said that we just met by chance, strangers who met by chance, anyway, we will never see each other again in the future."

That's why I was able to speak out my thoughts so frankly, without being afraid of what entanglements would happen later.

"Eh? It's really ruthless." The young man smiled and sighed, "But, Miss Shimizu, have you ever heard of a word called '立FLAG'? It means that people swear that certain things will never happen , but in the end it came true.”

"for example?"

"Like—the 'we'll never see each other again' thing."

When Shimizu Sakura returned home, it was already twelve o'clock.

The house was pitch black, the lights were not on, and Gojo Satoru seemed to have not returned yet.

【fair enough. 】

she thinks.

She didn't want to see him when she left. They had suffered enough in their long relationship, so let's keep some decency for the last one.

She took out the suitcase that had been dusty for a long time, and began to pack her clothes and belongings methodically one by one.

She simply didn't have many things to take away, and it only took about 10 minutes to pack everything up.

The door rang.

"Why are you coming back now? Do you know what time it is?"

His tone was really not good.

Shimizu Sakura felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart: "...Didn't you just come back?"

"You turned off the phone when you called, so I have been looking for you outside."

"Sorry." She said softly, "I didn't answer the phone on purpose, the phone is dead, and there is no charger around."

Probably because he finally discovered her abnormality, he was silent for a while: "...Are you still angry because of your intention to join the job?"

Shimizu Sakura didn't speak, she suddenly felt tired like never before.

Always, every time.

Why use such a natural tone, shouldn't she be angry when he treats her like that?

Or did he already decide that no matter what he did, she would never be angry?

Just because she loves him?

Yes, of course she loves him. From the age of eight to the present, more than ten years of affection have been fused into the marrow of her bones. More than half of her life has been composed of him. If she abandons him, half of her entire life will be empty. How could she not love him?

She loves him so much that she almost gave up her dignity, and sometimes even Shimizu Sakura herself wonders if she is just a doll who has no emotions and no self, who comes and goes when she is called.

But she is not a doll without self-feeling, she is a real person, what kind of love can withstand being worn out again and again, he really thinks that the actions he has made repeatedly will not make her uncomfortable Will it hurt?

Like things he never pays attention to.

He will never understand why her cell phone is always fully charged, why he can find her any time he calls.

He'll never understand why the fridge is always stocked with desserts, why his favorite flavors are always available right away.

He would never understand why she spent so much time, why she worked so hard, on spells that she had absolutely no interest in.

It's like he will never understand why she can give up her own dignity and is willing to maintain such a relationship with him that is shameless by the world without any promise from him.

But it doesn't matter, from now on, he doesn't need to understand these things.

He no longer had to understand.

Everything is meaningless.

She was fed up with endlessly guessing his thoughts, fed up with being uneasy because of his words and actions, fed up with chasing his back endlessly without hope.

A one-man show that doesn't get a response is exhausting.

Only then did Gojo Satoru notice the suitcase in her hand: "Have you decided to go to Kyoto for a job?"

He faintly felt something was wrong.

It's still early before the entry time, even if you want to go, you don't have to rush to leave now, right?

"I have no plans to go to Kyoto." Shimizu Sakura said, "I have put the key in the bedside table, if you are worried, you can change the lock."

Thinking of the scene where she was looking for her outside for a few hours tonight because he was worried about her, and then he would face her awkward scene when he came back, his expression also became cold, and his tone was harsh: "Why did you leave the key? Are you planning to run away from home? And Nitro Have you agreed on when to come back?"

Shimizu Sakura didn't answer, she just looked at him quietly.

In fact, Shimizu Sakura has a lot to say, she wants to say: "Wu, I really like you, I want to marry you even in my dream."

She wanted to say: "For a person like me who can't be passionate about anything, the only thing that likes you has persisted for many years."

She also wanted to say: "I really hope you like me a little bit, even just a little bit."

But in the end, she said nothing.

Those once hidden in the night of embracing and sleeping, every sentence lingering on the tip of the tongue, about liking, secret love, and persistence, will never see the light of day again.

She kept looking at him so quietly, as if... this was the last time she looked at him so seriously.

That kind of sight inexplicably made him angry again, as if she had already made some decision, and she didn't mean to discuss it with him at all. That kind of decision was beyond his expectation, and she would never compromise and never change.

That wouldn't be what he wanted to hear.

But before he could stop her, she spoke.

Shimizu Sakura smiled at him softly, softly and calmly: "Wu, I didn't discuss it with Nitro, nor did I intend to run away from home. The reason why I put the key is because..."

"I'm not coming back."