Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

"Ryuki?"

"..."

"Liuyi Sauce~"

"……no."

"Miss Fiancee~"

Hearing this sweet address, Fukami Liuyi couldn't bear it anymore, secretly rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, and refused with a cold face: "Don't test me anymore, no matter what you say, I won't agree, Wu Jun."

"Hey, why—" Wujo Satoru dragged his voice and protested vigorously, with a puzzled look on his face, like a big white cat that knocked over its owner's cup and pretended to be innocent.

He has removed the white bandages covering his eyes, and now only a pair of fashionable black round glasses hang on the bridge of his nose, which cannot be taken off. Eyes to impress the person he is looking at.

Shen Jian Liuyi's heart is as hard as iron: "There is no reason."

Gojo Satoru's tone was extremely disappointed: "But it cost me a lot of money to buy this pile of clothes. Isn't it good to waste it?"

As he said that, he raised his hands, carrying several bags in both hands, which contained all kinds of women's clothing - it needs to be emphasized that these clothes all have one feature in common, which is short and dainty , to put it more bluntly, it is shameful to wear it.

Just now, after swiping the card for Fukami Ryuki to buy the goose-yellow dress, Gojo Gojo seemed to be possessed by a shopaholic suddenly, and turned on the incredible switch, dragging her to sweep all the clothing stores on this street , Pay directly when you meet someone you like, without even looking at the amount, directly making them the most popular customers on the street.

It is also commonly known as people who are stupid and have a lot of money.

Fukami Ryuki's eyes fell on a one-shoulder dress that Gojo Satoru had unfolded, and she estimated that the length of the skirt just covered the mid-thigh.

...This is too short!And the shoulders will be exposed, who wants to wear such clothes!

"Since it's your own money, Wu-jun should handle it on his own. If you want to give it away, there should be someone more suitable than me." For example, players, logically speaking, how can the plot of giving gifts be? Don't think it should happen to NPCs, right?

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and rolled his eyes with a smile: "No, when I bought it, Liu Yi was the only option that popped up in my mind." Then, he raised a finger and shook, "And ah, just now For the money spent, you need to do one or two... well, about seven or eight tasks to earn back, right?"

He counted in earnest, and made up things without blinking.

Shenjian Liuyi's eyes shifted for a moment: "A lot...!"

Bad, bad, when he said this, he suddenly felt a little guilty. After all, it sounds like, even if it is the protagonist, making money seems to be very hard work. Is it not good for her to keep refusing?

"Try it, just try one, okay?" This super-sized white big cat is very good at catching other people's loopholes, and takes advantage of the situation to launch the most violent attack. Gojo Satoru hung himself on the girl's shoulders again without blushing, and he didn't think it would be tiring to bend down at ninety degrees like this.

Shenjian Liuyi was set to be weak and sick from the character design, with a crispy skin like a ceramic doll. How could she withstand the surprise attack of a 1.9-meter-old man, and her thin body was almost not bent.

"...You stand up first!"

"I'll get up if you promise?"

"Is this a threat, Wu-jun?"

"correct answer!"

Fukami Liuyi: ...This person is taking advantage of the fire in various senses.

Mao Lilan, who was a few steps behind, silently listened to the conversation between the two, and couldn't help thinking, is there something wrong with her perception, which is also called "bad relationship"?

When Gojo Satoru dragged Fukami Ryuki to go shopping, Mao Lilan couldn't hold back her curiosity, and secretly asked about the relationship between Ryuki and Ryuki. The last prefix, but this did not prevent her from imagining a big drama of a wealthy family.

Before the dog-blood theater in Mao Lilan's mind was over, the woman's client told her frankly: "I and Wu Jun are married in a family, and there is no emotional foundation between the two parties. He actually hates me very much."

So, the Gouxue Little Theater turned a corner and headed towards the direction of sadomasochism.

As a result, this is it?That's it?

After Mao Lilan saw with his own eyes the stickiness of this Mr. Wujo, he couldn't help wondering whether Fukami Liuyi had a cognitive bias towards the word "hate".

"Isn't this... the relationship is super good." Mao Lilan muttered in a low voice.I don't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt that Mr. Gotiao seemed to turn his head and wink at her after saying this sentence.

Even though he and Shinichi are childhood sweethearts, Mao Lilan has to admit that the lethality of Mr. Gojo's appearance is too great.

On the other side, the unmarried couples in the two settings are still deadlocked over the matter of clothes, and Fukami Ryuki, who hardened his heart again, refused Wujo Wujo's request to make progress, and said rather helplessly: "Wu Jun, I can ask, Why did you choose this, this..."

She was stuck, and wanted to ask Gojo Satoru why he deliberately chose such sexy clothes, but when the words came to her mouth, the good upbringing made this lady of the family unable to speak out.

But Gojo Satoru understood quickly, and replied without thinking, "Because it's convenient?"

"?" Fukami Liuyi's face was full of question marks.

"Well, some snacks are wrapped in oiled paper, and you have to peel off the paper before eating. Don't you think this step is very troublesome?" Gojo Satoru explained in a reasonable tone, "Since you bought Dessert, of course I want to eat it immediately, if I have to complete an extra action first, then the mood of tasting will be slightly affected, right?"

Fukami Liuyi was dizzy by the call: "Does that mean I look like Dim Sum?"

"How come, it's just a metaphor, a metaphor." Gojo Satoru's smile at the moment was extraordinarily bright, as if there was really no meaning in what he said, "I agree with Liu Yi, there is no need for such things as oil paper, it is a cumbersome invention. , a cumbersome invention.”

In fact, I didn't quite understand it, but when I saw Liu Yi, I still thought about it seriously, and said: "There is a certain truth in saying this..."

Gojo Satoru pressed her shoulders excitedly, the light and thin material didn't play much of an insulating role at all, Fukami Ryui could clearly feel the heat of the man's palm.

"Hey, we've reached a consensus. Sure enough, Liu Yi matches my sexuality well?"

Fukami Ryuki: "Hmm...huh?"

She subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but Gojo Satoru didn't give her a chance to react at all, and changed the subject without any trace: "Okay, then it's settled, and I will wear it later!"

Fukami Ryuki wanted to nod his head reflexively, but his face darkened when he did half of the movement: "Wait, when did we agree—"

"Yeah, Maki and the others should be finished, maybe they can catch up with the end now!"

"Don't change the subject!"

Mao Lilan, who was watching from behind, couldn't bear to look straight at her and covered her face: ... No, sister Liuyi, she was completely suppressed by Mr. Wutiao.

Also, although she is a female high school student, Mr. Gojo's words about the snacks and oiled paper just now are definitely enough to be harassing, right? !Don't rely on Sister Liuyi's simple mind and say some stupid things in front of others without any scruples!

Mao Lilan, who was deeply influenced by detective bamboo horses and has a sense of justice by nature, began to seriously consider whether to call the police.

……

After a delay in the shopping street for a while, Mao Lilan switched from the mentality of watching the crowd, and remembered Kudo Shinichi who went to Teidan High School first.

After explaining that he was going to join Shinichi, Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and said, "Are ordinary people mixed in... This is not good, that high school is very dangerous now."

Mao Lilan was surprised: "What!"

"Don't worry, my students are all inside, and your friend should be fine."

But only verbal comfort could not soothe Mao Lilan's anxiety. She insisted on going to school with the two of them. Forced, she wanted to leave, but someone refused to let her go.

From a distance, Shen Jian Liuyi saw the "tents" set up outside the school. Ordinary people could not see the existence of the tents. Mao Lilan walked behind them, only to find that the sky inside the school was dark, surrounded by extreme Uncomfortable breath.

"This, is this haunted?" Mao Lilan, who had a natural fear of ghosts and other supernatural things, turned pale.

"...It's a curse spirit." Fukami Liuyi raised his head. At this moment they were standing under a teaching building, and they could vaguely see a figure on the roof of the top floor. That person was slowly stepping over the fence, his movements were slow and stiff, "It seems that someone has been affected by the curse."

Immediately afterwards, the man faced outwards and continued to walk towards the edge of the roof. He was in a very dangerous position, and he might step on the ground and fall down at any time, but the man didn't seem to care.

Mao Lilan followed Fukami Liuyi's line of sight to look up, just as the man on the rooftop lowered his head, and after seeing the man's face clearly, a sense of fear immediately climbed into Mao Lilan's mind: "Xinyi?! Are you crazy, run away What are you doing there—come down!"