Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

It snowed all night and didn't stop until dawn.

In the chilly wind at home, Shenjian Liuyi had just finished washing when she knocked on the door of Shenjian Liuyi's room.

"Let's cool down today, dress tighter, it won't be good if you get cold later." Iiri Nishiko came to send thick clothes to Fukami Ryuki, because the check-in was in a hurry and there was no time to buy many things, so someone continued Under relentless harassment, she found out the coat she hadn't worn and brought it over.

Shenjian Liuyi took the clothes, pursed her lips and smiled, the faint dimples looming: "Thank you."

Unexpectedly, Ms. Nitzi looks cold, but she is actually very considerate of others. For example, when she found out that it was snowing, she just patronized lying on the window sill to watch the snow scene. She didn't think about whether it would be cold or not.

Jia Ruozi waved his hand: "You don't need to thank me, if it wasn't for some annoying guy, I wouldn't be up yet."

Speaking of this, she couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart.

Early in the morning, Gojo Satoru didn’t know why he went crazy all of a sudden, and ran over to knock on her door—no, it’s more appropriate to use “slamming the door”, thump, thump, each time is heavier, just like a reminder It seemed that Jia Ruozi couldn't help wondering whether the thin door panel would die heroically under his hands.

While smashing, that guy was still holding his throat and screaming outside: "Glass~ help me, can you lend me some thick clothes?"

Jia Ruozi: "... Gojo Satoru, your brain is finally completely broken, and you plan to give up on yourself and admit that you are a womanizer?"

The overwhelmed door panel made a screeching sound, as if a big cat was scratching the door with its paws outside: "How is it possible? It's because it's cold today. I put all the clothes I prepared for Liu Yichan on the door. In the apartment outside, it’s too late to get it back. Of course, it’s okay to use my clothes, I don’t mind lending them to Ryuki to wear, it’s better to say that, but..."

Nitro rolled up the quilt impatiently to cover his head, interrupting his bad speech: "Why don't you borrow it from your student named Maki?"

Gojo Satoru said in a natural tone: "I knocked on Maki's door, and she told me to leave, so I can only come to you. Glass, please, next time I will bring you good wine back?"

Well done, Maki.Jia Ruozi clicked his tongue indifferently, but finally yawned and climbed off the bed.

In normal times, Glass would never pay attention to Gojo Satoru's stupid request, but who told her to have a good impression of Fukami Ryuki—she was a good girl, quiet and well-behaved, she didn't have the bad habits of a conjurer, really It was bad luck to be targeted by that idiot.

So she will try her best to take care of the place that can be taken care of, otherwise, if she is bullied by scum, her conscience will ache.

While he was rummaging through the clothes at home, the people outside continued to sharpen their claws on the door panel: "Grat, then please send it over for me, Liu Yi must have woken up by this time."

Nitro is very vigilant, logically speaking, Gojo Satoru should not let go of this kind of favor-making matter, no matter how he thinks about it.

Because of this, she ignored an important piece of information: Why did Gojo Satoru know that Fukami Ryui woke up?

"Aren't you going to give it to her yourself?" Glass's words were full of doubts.

"Ah, this..." The annoying sound of grinding claws finally stopped, Gojo Satoru was quiet for a few seconds, his voice still sounded frivolous, "When she is awake, she probably doesn't like to see my face? I don't want to Make her dizzy for the second time... at least it shouldn't be in this situation."

The last sentence was spoken very softly, and Nitro didn't hear it clearly.

Is your Gojo Satoru a character who cares about other people's wishes?Jia Ruozi raised his eyebrows. In terms of self-level, Wutiao Wu recognized that no one dared to claim the second place as the first, and now he has generously made concessions. This is really...

She sighed and asked, "Wu, are you serious?"

As a classmate, Jiarui Nizizi knew very well that even though Gojo Satoru had a face that could inflict indiscriminate dimensionality reduction attacks on everyone, he was quite popular with the opposite sex, but she had almost no love cells. At that time, she felt that she wanted to For this person to be serious about his relationship, it is better to expect the curse to be wiped out overnight.

But now... should we say that the world is unpredictable?

Sure enough, Gojo Satoru's tone became more serious: "I've never denied this, Nitro."

After recalling what happened when she was woken up just now, Yarui Nitzi couldn't help rubbing her sore temples. The sequelae of lack of sleep made her a little irritable. Shaking his head, he said, "Forget it, you better not pursue that suspicious guy."

Hearing what she said, Fukari saw that Liu Yi showed a little curious expression, but Jiarui Nizi didn't mean to continue explaining, so she obediently stopped asking.

In order to divert Fukami Ryuki's attention, Iamuri Glass urged her to try on the clothes. She shook off one of the chestnut woolen coats graciously, and was about to put it on, when the corner of her eyes keenly caught something on her body. Something flickered.

The snow-white, slender ones are the fluff that fell out of the quilt, or did they rub against the animal's fur?But having said that, the high school should not raise animals, right?

What's even more strange is that the nightgown on Fukami Ryuki's body was also wrinkled, as if it was caused by the constant movement while sleeping. Hold one position throughout the night.

"Don't move." Yarui Glass subconsciously pressed Fukami Ryuki's shoulders, lowered her head and picked up the thing hanging on her chest with her fingertips, and smoothed the wrinkles on her nightgown, "Here, stick to it something, why are you so careless..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

"...Miss Glass?" A full half a minute passed, and Kabuki kept her head bowed, she blocked Fukami Ryuki's view of looking down, so Ryuki didn't know what happened, so she couldn't help being a little uneasy and hesitant He called out, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's probably because I'm dazzled, you don't have anything on you, go and change your clothes." Jiarui Zhizi replied calmly, but in the place that Fukami Liuyi couldn't see, a chill gradually appeared in his pupils, She folded her palms together, and quietly hid the strands of hair she had just taken off from the Liuyi nightdress into her palms.

——That's right, it's not cotton wool, it's not animal hair, it's hair strands.

The color is like the ice and snow on the mountain that has not melted for years, and coupled with the length of the hair, the two clues clearly point to the only suspect——Keiko turned around, turned his back to Fukami Ryui, and took a deep breath , his face twisted for a moment.

The strands of hair were found on Fukami Ryuki's nightdress. It was a coincidence that it was stuck to a very, very bad place. If it was on the chest, I would probably bury my head in... Stop, stop thinking about it, my family Into the nitro.

Regarding the location of these hairs, Nitzi refused to think deeply, anyway, no matter what, she could no longer shake the degree of a jerk in her heart.

Five, article, enlightenment!

Fortunately, she had warned this person not to mess around last night. To be on the safe side, she specially entrusted Osamu Dazai to guard the door—by the way, having said that, why did that pervert who loves to die for love disappear?Is this how he treats commissions? Why hasn't the Armed Detective Agency fired such passive employees?

In Jia Ruozi's mind, these two men were no different from corpses, the more she thought about it, the deeper her smile became.Therefore, when Fukami Ryuki changed her clothes and followed her to the restaurant, when the two found Osamu Dazai buried under the snow, Iirui Glass immediately showed a look of seeing the precious dissecting material.

"Mr. Dazai? Wake up, you can't sleep in this place." To be honest, Fukami Ryuki was taken aback. Dazai Osamu was almost buried under the snow, with only one bandaged hand outside. , she subconsciously ran over, knelt down and swept the snow away with her hands, intending to dig him out.

During the cleaning process, Fukami Ryuki's fingers accidentally touched Osamu Dazai's forehead, and he was shocked by the temperature coming from it: "It's so hot...Mr. How long have you been lying here..."

At this time, the black-haired man who was originally like a corpse suddenly moved slightly, barely opened his eyelids, glanced upwards, met Fukami Liuyi's worried eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "I don't know, I was drunk yesterday. After the past, there is no consciousness.”

After he said this, he saw Liu Yi and realized that there were still a few empty wine bottles scattered on the snow beside him.

It's freezing cold, running outside to drink, and sleeping in the snow all night when drunk, who would torment themselves like this!

Seeing Liu Yi was very helpless, she couldn't lift a 1.8-meter man by herself, so she could only ask for help: "Sister Nitzi, help Mr. Dazai up, it's so cold, I'm afraid he'll freeze to death."

Jia Ruozi put his arms around his arms and said angrily, "He's hopeless, so he might as well be carried directly to my dissecting room, so that I can study how much water has entered his brain."

Osamu Dazai stayed on the ground, refusing to get up, emphasizing vaguely: "I'm experimenting with a new method of suicide—well, but the effect doesn't seem to be very good, it's hard work, and I won't use it next time."

He sniffed and sneezed several times, his face flushed with heat.

Iyuri Glass refused to use the reversal technique on this kind of fool who asked for trouble, and said impatiently that fever can heal itself. , or relented.

"I'll try to see if I can reset your time back to before you were drunk." Fukami Ryuki struggled to pull his head out of the snowdrift to prevent the man from suffocating, then carefully mobilized the spell power and activated A reset spell.

"How does it feel?"

Osamu Dazai muttered: "It's even more uncomfortable... 5 minutes ago, I felt like my brain was about to explode."

Shenjian Liuyi was stunned, she clearly output enough spell power to reset for one day, how could it reach Osamu Dazai, but it was weakened to 5 minutes?

"It's because of his supernatural power." Jia Ruozi was not too surprised, "Although spell power and supernatural power are two systems, they are not completely exclusive. It can weaken the effect of the spell to the greatest extent, you can't reset more time on him, don't waste your energy, anyway, fools don't die so easily."

As if echoing what Glass said, the black-haired man lying on the ground suddenly let out a smirk, and then he burrowed into the snowdrift, trying to bury himself again.

"Mr. Dazai, please stop messing around!"

Fukami Ryuki had to tightly hold on to Osamu Dazai's belt to prevent him from committing suicide right under his nose.

But her strength is insignificant compared to an adult man, especially a man who is disturbed by alcohol and unconscious. Planted in the snow.

"Sister Nitzi, come and help..." Fukami Liuyi asked for help, because her hands were too hard, her cheeks turned pink.

Jia Ruozi sighed, and still walked over, but before he could make a move, a black shadow suddenly flew over in the distance and fell straight in their direction.

Nitrate quickly pulled Fukami Ryuki back, and just a few steps back, a black shadow descended from the sky with a plop, and landed on Dazai Osamu's back with precision, helping him fulfill his wish of being buried deep in the snow.

As the flakes of snow fell, Jia Ruozi squinted his eyes, and then he saw clearly who was that embarrassed figure pressing on Dazai Zhizhi: "Student Yi Gu?"

……

Two 10 minutes ago.

As a transfer student, Yigu Youtai is different from the three classmates. Before entering the high school, he basically knew nothing about conjurers, so in order not to lag behind, he always forced himself to work harder.Every morning, I wake up early and go to the training ground to train myself.

On this day, he got up early as usual, and after saying good morning to Qiben Lixiang, he left the dormitory with a knife on his back, and then he didn't go far, and on the way to the training ground, he ran into his teacher by chance.

— Something is wrong, very wrong.

The moment he saw Gojo Satoru, this idea was the first thing that popped up in Otoko Yuta's mind.

For a moment of being dazed, Otoko Yuta was discovered, and the slender, white-haired conjurer immediately stood up straight, waved to him happily, and greeted him enthusiastically:

"Hey, You Tai, is this going to the practical training class that will be held later? Let me see... I came here half an hour earlier on purpose to give myself extra training? You are really hardworking, as expected of the teacher. The student has perfectly inherited my good habits, the teacher is very pleased."

Under Otoko Yuta's speechless gaze, Gojo Gojo gave him a thumbs up, and without blushing blamed himself for the student's drive to strive for excellence.

Yi Gu: ... What a good habit, is it the habit of accurately pinching the watch every time you go to class and being late by 8 or [-] minutes?

"...Teacher Gojo, what are you doing here?" Out of respect for the teacher, Otoko Yuta expressed silence to Gojo Satoru's boast, his eyes drifted away, and he tried to change the subject.

"Well, can't you tell? He's enjoying the shade, enjoying the shade." Wujo Satoru looked at him with strange eyes, looking very confused, and even fanned himself with his hands, "Don't you feel very hot, Yuta?" ?”

Yi Guyoutai was silent for a while.

When he looked outside, there was a vast expanse of white snow and a bitterly cold wind. No matter what, he couldn't associate it with the word "hot".

"No, but Mr. Wutiao, it's snowing today." He pointed out with difficulty.

Gojo Satoru was indifferent: "Isn't it normal for a conjurer to have better physical fitness? Besides, the teacher has been driving unlimited."

If you know it, you know it, but this has nothing to do with No Lower Limit, the main reason is that Gojo Satoru's clothes are too cool!

Yi Gu Youtai hesitated to speak, in his eyes, his teacher took off his uniform jacket at this time, and only wore a thin black shirt with a few buttons undone, the neckline was opened below the collarbone, and the sleeves were They were all rolled up to the elbows, exposing a large area of ​​skin. Needless to say, the cold wind must be blowing in.

What's more, Gojo Satoru was already dressed like this, standing in the sub-zero temperature in winter, with beads of sweat on his forehead!

terrible.Yigu Youta's face became serious. Usually, when he followed Wujo Wu to exorcise the curse spirit, no matter how difficult and tricky the curse he faced, Wujo Wu could handle it with ease, just like taking a walk after a meal, not even a strenuous exercise , let alone expect someone to force him to sweat.

Could it be that Teacher Wutiao also went to train before...

Yi Guyoutai couldn't help asking: "Teacher, what have you done?"

"Ah, I just came out of...the room." Gojo Satoru paused, and replied with a smile, "It's really hot in the morning, and I wanted to take a cold shower, but after thinking about it, it's better to blow the cold wind, After all, there is still a little smell left on my body, so I don’t want to wash it off right away.”

Yi Gu Youtai doubted his IQ for the first time, because he couldn't understand a word of this person's words: "?"

Seeing the bewildered expression of his students, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and patted the top of Otoko Yuta's head: "Well, Yuta has reached this age too, sooner or later he will experience the same feelings as me, don't worry."

Yi Gu Youtai: "..." No, he was not in a hurry.

Out of a certain intuition, he swallowed the questioning words. For some reason, although Mr. Wutiao was smiling now, there was always a subtle discomfort lingering around him...

It's like the hunter's appetite has not been satisfied.

After skipping this seemingly dangerous topic, Gojo Satoru enthusiastically proposed to help with special training, so in a daze, Otoko Yuta was pressed and beaten by this man who claimed to use sports to dissipate heat a meal.

"Yuta, I can't keep up with the reaction, how about being faster and more sensitive?"

Swish—Yi Guyou too reluctantly raised his knife to block, but was still kicked out by Gojo Satoru, the wind blew past his ears, he felt as if he had crossed half of the playground, and then fell heavily on the snow on the ground.

Fortunately, the snow was relatively thick, so he didn't suffer much injuries, but just now... did he hit someone underneath?

Yi Gu Youtai got up in a panic, and before he had time to check the situation, the white-haired conjurer who had attacked mercilessly just now followed closely in the wind and snow, his eyes swept over Yi Gu Youtai's back, and then he stagnated in place.

A few seconds later, Yi Guyou watched in shock as his teacher silently removed the white bandages that blindfolded him, and then he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from nowhere and put them on the bridge of his nose. to the feet for a refreshed look.