The strongest scum after me

"Can I, look into the teacher's eyes?"

"sure."

……

She must have been drunk, or just by being drunk, she proposed something that she always wanted to do but dared not do.

She wanted to see his eyes hidden under the black blindfold, and wanted to see the truest appearance of those eyes with her own eyes.

Shimizu Sakura knelt on his lap, put one hand on his shoulder to stabilize her figure, stretched out the other hand, with a little hesitation and uncertainty, and lightly landed on his blindfold.

This scene gave him the illusion of going back in time and space for a moment, as if he went back 20 years ago, back to the eight-year-old Gojo family house, and the little girl he met for the first time boldly stretched out her hand to touch his face.

Going around and around, everything is back to the beginning.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to hold her waist, preventing her from accidentally falling.

Shimizu Sakura very slowly, as if she was afraid that taking off the blindfold would hurt him, pulled off his blindfold very gently little by little.

The hidden true face was also completely exposed in front of her.

She froze.

Those are a pair of blue eyes, like the color of the sky when it extends to the end, pure and open, bright and deep, her appearance is reflected in the blue eyes, in a trance, Shimizu Sakura seems to be in the blue sky Saw his own reflection.

Without the shackles of the blindfold, his soft short white hair hangs down. His eyelashes are slender and white with the same color as his hair, as if snow falls on it in a winter night, as if it will melt in the wind in the next second.

Based on the lower half of his face that was revealed, Shimizu Sakura used to imagine Gojo Satoru's face.Although she knew that Mr. Wutiao's appearance must be handsome and outstanding just by looking at the lower half of his face, she never expected that his real appearance would be more handsome and delicate than the guessed handsome face. He looked much younger than his real age, coupled with his own casual and lazy temperament, he really didn't look like a teacher who was about ten years older than her, but more like her peers.

And those eyes were looking at her without blinking, as if they had a thousand words to say, but in the end they just fell silent.

It was clearly the first time she had seen this face, but she didn't feel strange about it.

Suddenly, a trace of very light and shallow sadness welled up in Shimizu Sakura's heart.

She couldn't tell when and where this feeling came from, and why it suddenly came to her mind at this moment—at first when she regained consciousness and stood in a wheat field, watching the golden waves of wheat billowing in the wind, This kind of very light and superficial sadness also lingered in her chest.

It is not so much a sudden surge of emotion as it is a residue of some kind of emotion.

When her gaze touched his blue eyes, that sudden, vague emotion erupted in an instant and became turbulent.She panicked, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was her own emotions or the resonance caused by him.

She wanted to kiss him, just wanted to kiss his cheek, without a hint of lust or desire, more like a light comfort for someone who has been sad for too long.

But before she kissed his side face, the alcohol that had entered her blood finally took effect at this time, and the groggy feeling prevailed, and she tried hard to stay awake, but it was in vain.

In the end, Shimizu Sakura closed her eyes and threw herself into his arms.

……

That night, she had a dream.

She dreamed of a boy with white hair and blue eyes.

The scene in the dream jumps indefinitely——

Under the moonlight, the boy in a snow-colored kimono looked down at her with an indifferent expression.

She made a funny face to scare her naughty boy into tears, but in the blink of an eye he picked a small white flower and pinned it behind her temples.

The handsome boy who held her tightly in his arms smiled and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

……

Everything in the dream was fuzzy, as if covered with a layer of tulle, she couldn't see clearly. She didn't know the plot and logic, but she clearly saw the appearance of the boy in the dream.

White hair and blue eyes, handsome and handsome.

That is--

Wutiao teacher.

Regarding the follow-up of that night, Shimizu Sakura can only judge based on the situation when she woke up the next day that Mr. Gojo sent her back to the girls' dormitory of the Conjuration High School after she fell asleep, and asked Kizaki Wild Rose for help. Take care of her.

Although he was very angry that she went to that kind of place to work part-time alone, but as to why she got drunk, he just briefly mentioned it, and did not reveal to other students what good deeds she did.

So on the second day after waking up, Shimizu Sakura didn't see Gojo Satoru.

Standing next to her was Nagasaki Wild Rose, she was dissatisfied and worried about how she could get drunk outside alone, it was too dangerous and so on.Shimizu Sakura just woke up, she was still a little dazed, she looked around and did not see Gojo Satoru, she subconsciously asked Nagasaki Yeqiangwei: "... Where is Gojo teacher?"

"Gojo-sensei left after sending you back to the dormitory last night." Nagasaki Yeqiangwei said, "At first I thought you were an unreliable adult, but I didn't expect Gojo-sensei to be unexpectedly reliable."

Of course it is normal not to see Gojo Satoru when he wakes up, and Shimizu Sakura also knows that as a teacher, he has fulfilled his responsibilities by sending her back to the dormitory safely, and he has no obligation to be here in the first place Wait for her to wake up.Rather, if he insisted on waiting for her to wake up in the girls' dormitory, there would be a big problem, and he might be questioned about his teacher's morality.

Even though she understood this obvious truth, she still felt a slight sense of loss in her heart.

The scene in the dream appeared in front of her again.

Including the almost offensive actions she did to Wujo teacher when she was drunk.

Recalling all this, she suddenly understood a lot.

She understood why after she knew that "Teacher Wutiao prefers me", she couldn't tell the teacher confidently that she had stained his clothes.

She understood why among all the teachers and seniors, she was the only one who didn't want to owe anything to Wutiao teacher, and she didn't want to leave any bad impression on him.

I understand why she feels happy when he smiles at her, and she feels sad when he frowns slightly, so sad that she wants to cry out.

understand why-

She is the only one who cares so much about Wujo teacher's opinion.

She didn't know when this feeling started, maybe it was because he helped her again and again, maybe it was his seemingly casual but meticulous care for her in daily life, maybe it was his partiality for her, which made her feel like a child. She really felt the "love" of others for her in this world where she couldn't find a place to stay, so she subconsciously wanted to rely on him, or maybe it was just because of the love he gave her without hesitation when they first met. Bags of limited edition Strawberry Daifuku, total—

She likes Teacher Wujo.

Before this sour feeling had time to break through the ground, it was overwhelmed by another emotion called "shame" and buried in the ground again.

Because she knew that this was a relationship destined to be dark.

As a student, she should treat the teacher with respect and awe, not to mention that Teacher Wutiao still takes care of her and treats her so well.How could she, while accepting his care for her, at the same time...have such disrespectful thoughts towards Mr. Wujo.

If Mr. Gojo knew what she was thinking, he would definitely be very disappointed.

Then he would distance herself from her, no more intimate gestures or words, no longer treating her as his favorite student.

As long as she thinks that he will look at her with indifferent eyes, Shimizu Sakura will feel sad like suffocating.

She can't let this happen, so...

[She can't like Wujo teacher. 】

【She shouldn't like him. 】

But if something like emotion can be completely controlled independently, how can it be called emotion?Before she realized her feelings for Mr. Gojo, Shimizu Sakura could still get along with him naturally as a good student, but after realizing her own feelings, she used the same attitude to get along with him before, which made her Very uncomfortable.

The more depressed the relationship is, the more it grows crazily.

In order to avoid accidentally revealing herself in the process of getting along, Shimizu Sakura can only reduce contact with him as much as possible. Except for the unavoidable special situations such as class, missions, and everyone acting together, she began to hide from Gojo Satoru.

Try to avoid contact with him beyond the scope of the classroom and school, and she will never go to him for help when she encounters any difficulties and unsolvable situations.

Gojo Satoru seemed unaware of this.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, she also felt a little lost.

She has minimized her contact with him as much as possible, but why doesn't her liking for him seem to have eased in the slightest?

Shimizu Sakura felt a little wronged.

She was so sad and entangled here that she couldn't sleep at night, but he was completely unaffected.

In order to divert some attention from herself, and not to put all her energy on Gojo teacher, when Nagasaki Ye Qianwei proposed to participate in the fellowship activities with other schools, she only hesitated for a moment, and then agreed.

"It's not a high school of conjuration, it's a school for ordinary people, but it's good to go out and relax!"

It may be that God wants to help her get rid of the shadow of Gojo Satoru. Shimizu Sakura met a handsome boy with brilliant blond hair at a social event. He introduced himself as Kise Ryota. He likes to play basketball and occasionally works part-time as a model on weekdays .

Kise Ryota's personality is as brilliant as his dazzling blond hair. Shimizu Sakura will always be attracted to such a dazzling boy. It stands to reason that Kise Ryota should be her ideal type, but when she looks at the golden hair When he was growing his hair, what popped up in his mind unexpectedly was a head of snow-colored white hair.

It seems that at some point, an equally handsome boy smiled at her like this with a slightly vicious smile.

But she couldn't remember who that person was.

Although she stayed very quiet the whole time, and didn't talk much or play with everyone, her outstanding appearance still attracted the attention of many people. Before the friendship was over, several boys asked her to contact her. Way.Shimizu Sakura thought about it, and declined all of them. Since she didn't have any intentions, she shouldn't leave room for others to imagine. This is just a waste of both parties' time.

Even in a sea of ​​people, she still thinks about that person in her heart, and the bustle of others has nothing to do with her.

The fellowship activities are held on weekends, which means that they not only go back to school late, but also have to get up early in the morning to go to class the next day.

Sakura Shimizu felt cheated - the friendship didn't do anything except make her more tired and sleepy.

Although her eyelids were close together, she had always been a good student who followed the rules, so she suppressed the desire to doze off and sat upright to listen to the lecture.During the period, Teacher Gojo picked her up to answer a question. The difficulty was obviously slightly higher than what they were learning now, but Shimizu Sakura always had the habit of previewing in advance, so even though the difficulty was above the average level, she still answered it smoothly.

"Hey, that's not bad. It seems that Shimizu-san won't be troubled by a question of this difficulty." Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows in surprise, and laughed, "Come to my office after class."

A commanding tone with no negotiating attitude.

However, it is impossible for any student to have no resistance to places like classrooms and offices.

Why, why was she called to the office by the teacher even though she answered the question correctly? !

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the little friends all looked at her with a little pity.

"Did Sakura-chan offend Mr. Gojo recently?"

"Don't worry, being called to the office may not necessarily be to punish you, it may be that you have something else to say."

"Yes, yes, Teacher Wutiao likes you so much, he won't be willing to be angry with you."

"But having said that, Mr. Wutiao seems to be in a bad mood recently? He was obviously more ruthless than usual during the actual combat class training."

……

All in all, the teacher's office must be visited anyway.Shimizu Sakura didn't speculate on Gojo-sensei's thoughts with her friends anymore, and went to the office alone.

She stood still in front of the door and knocked lightly twice.

"Come in."

Through the wooden door frame, the voices coming from inside were unreal.

She opened the door nervously, there was no one else in the huge office, only Gojo Satoru was sitting at the desk, seeming to be flipping through some materials.

Seeing her come in, he raised his jaw slightly, signaling her to sit on the chair in front of him.

The door of the office was easily closed by the draft, leaving only the two of them in the enclosed space.

Shimizu Sakura became a little nervous again.

"Five, Teacher Wutiao." She whispered, "Did you call me to the office for something?"

"Don't be so nervous, the teacher won't eat you." Probably noticing the stumbling when she spoke, Gojo Satoru smiled, but he couldn't see his eyes clearly through the blindfold, so it was hard to say that the eyes were fleeting With some sincerity in his smile, he said, "It shouldn't be my illusion, you seem to be avoiding me recently?"

Did he, did he find something?

Shimizu Sakura is like a little rabbit whose tail has been caught by a big bad wolf, the hairs all over her body are about to stand up, and she shakes her head like a rattle with guilt: "No, no! Nothing! How dare I hide from the teacher... "

"Really?" He said lightly, "But I do feel that I have less time to see Sakura. I used to meet Sakura on campus, but now even if I try to find someone, I often fail."

The sense of sight in this sentence is so strong that she can no longer be perfunctory, but she must not admit that she is indeed avoiding the teacher, Shimizu Sakura had to bite the bullet and whispered: "I have found a few other jobs outside recently. Part-time job, I have a lot of things to do, I am too busy, so the time in school is reduced. I didn't deliberately hide from Mr. Gojo..."

"Ah, that's right." He nodded knowingly, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, "It turns out that Sakura is so busy that she has time to socialize with students from other schools, and she doesn't have time to stay at school."

"Five, five teachers...?"

He, how would he know that she went to a social event on Sunday?

Gojo Satoru skipped this question lightly, and continued to say in a teacher-like tone: "It's not to interfere with your freedom to fall in love, but Sakura is still young, so it should be a stage of studying hard, right? Spending time outside of school will also affect your studies, right? You were sleepy during class today, after all, school was so late yesterday.”

Last night, she and Rose Nagasaki returned to the dormitory before 08:30 in the evening, so it shouldn't be too late, right?

No, no!Why would he know what time she returned to school?

Aside from these questions, although his tone was light and airy, in terms of the manner in which he used words, Shimizu Sakura felt belatedly that Mr. Gojo seemed to be a little angry.

This realization made her suddenly sad.

What followed was grievance.

It was obviously because of him, because she didn't want to have undue thoughts about her respected teacher, that she desperately restrained herself, and she wanted to avoid the opportunity to contact him as much as possible.

He didn't even know how hard she had endured, so why did he still talk about her like that, as if she had done something wrong?

But she can't say these words.

She was even more afraid that Teacher Wutiao would hate her because of it.

"But it's not because of this that I came to you today." Gojo Satoru said flatly, and he put the information he had just read in front of her, "Sakura, there is a problem with your student status information."

"Your student status was ten years ago—including the admission notice in your hand, which is also ten years ago. The admission notice expired and became invalid, and it is impossible to register and record the student status ten years ago. You shouldn't have Those who enrolled, I don’t know why the High School of Conjuration would allow you to enter the school, probably there is something wrong with the school system.”

Shimizu Sakura stared blankly at the admission notice and student status information spread out in front of her.

She didn't want to understand what he said, but she still had to understand it. She understood that the admission notice and student status in her hand were both expired. error.

"So... is the school deciding to expel me?"

She whispered, her little face was pale and looked very helpless.

Gojo Satoru shook his head: "No, the school won't expel you."

Before Shimizu Sakura could recover, he said lightly, "It's just that in the future, you probably won't be able to call me 'Teacher Gojo'."

What does it mean?

The school won't expel her, but he won't let her call him "Teacher Wutiao" again?

……Why?

Is it because she has no real qualifications for admission, so she is no longer qualified to be his student?

Shimizu Sakura wanted to cry again, she never thought that not being his student would make her more sad than being expelled from school.

She no longer had the extravagant hope of having other possibilities with Teacher Wutiao. She suppressed the throbbing in her heart in a place where the sun could not shine, and only hoped to continue to get along with him as a teacher-student relationship.

But now, even this idea seems impossible.

"Why, why?" She asked sobbingly, "Mr, does the teacher think that I have no qualifications to be your student again?"

Just when tears were about to burst out of her eyes, she was hugged into a warm embrace, and a faint smile seemed to ring in her ears.

"No, I don't think you are not qualified to be my student."

"It's that I don't want to just be your teacher."

The long-suppressed desires and desires contained in the words finally burst out at this moment. Even if you don't know the cause and effect, just peeping at a corner of it is chilling.

He gently stroked her delicate neck, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

At this moment, Shimizu Sakura seemed to hear a very light, erratic mechanical sound coming from somewhere.

[Progress of the fourth act: 70%. 】

【"Why, why? Boss, does the teacher think that I don't have the qualifications to be your student anymore?"】

【"No, I don't think you are not qualified to be my student."】

【"But I don't want to just be your teacher."】

On the huge screen, the kissing scene of a handsome young man and a beautiful girl is as beautiful as a clip of a love movie. If the background music is added at this time, the whole picture will be complete.

At this moment, a progress bar popped up on the screen.

[Progress of the fourth act: 70%. 】

The screen is abruptly interrupted.

Tianyuan Research Institute.

This is a research institute with white as the overall background color, and countless information flows through it, just like a building in a sci-fi movie in the 21st century.

And now, everything in science fiction movies seems to have become a reality.

A dozen people sat in a circle around the projection light screen, including men and women. They were clearly only in their early 30s or early [-]s, but their eyebrows and eyes had a majesty and calmness that was seriously inconsistent with their age.

That is not only the stability that can be obtained by tempering, but must go through the precipitation of years before it can be possessed.

Their souls are old, but their bodies are still young and fresh.

Frighteningly young and fresh.

Sitting here are a quarter of the high-level figures in the country of Japan, who control the operation of the entire society. How precious their time should be, but now they gather together and watch the scene full of people on the light screen like watching a movie. The bloody elements are like ancient romance stories from centuries ago.

Atsushi Nakajima is a newcomer who joined the Tianyuan Research Institute recently. Because of his outstanding ability and docile personality, he is very appreciated by his superiors, so even in such a scene, he can serve as an assistant explanation together with other researchers who have joined for several years personnel involved.

The researcher standing next to him was also not very experienced. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It's really strange, why are these big shots interested in such a bloody love story?"

Atsushi Nakajima lowered his eyes and said softly, "Because they are afraid."

"Fear?" The researcher was puzzled.

Atsushi Nakajima stopped talking.

His superior has come to the front of the stage and signaled him to cooperate with him to complete the demonstration.

He obediently handed over the devices needed for the demonstration to his superiors, and then, like a shadow, retreated into the corner in obscurity.

"Mr. Nakajima, you haven't answered me yet?" The researcher from just now leaned beside him curiously, "They are all important figures who control the life and death of others at any time. What do they have to be afraid of? Fear of Master Wu from the Wutiao family ?"

Atsushi Nakajima smiled at him, but said nothing.

This is something that researchers do not yet understand.

The only reason for this group of high-ranking figures who control the lives of others to gather here is——

It was because they were deeply afraid of the weak and deceitful girl in the light screen who looked as harmless as a cherry blossom.

[Shimizu Sakura. 】

Those in power in this country once formulated a law specially for her.

Use it on her only.

As long as she was alive, they couldn't sleep or eat, and they were eager to sentence her to death.