After falling into the Niangyaoquan, I became attached to the strongest

"That's it."

Gojo Satoru was dressed in normal clothes, wearing fashionable single-product sunglasses that only appeared during daily rest, with one hand crossed in his pocket, and a book with a black cover in the crook of his arm.

He raised his head and looked at the high-end coffee shop in front of him, with an elusive expression on his face.

It has been more than two months since the Shibuya incident. Fortunately, the loss was stopped in time before the situation became irreversible, and the follow-up processing was not so troublesome.He was still too kind, and gave them freedom too much, so that those high-level guys had an illusion that they could step on their heads and domineering, so they used the pretext of cracking down on spies to take advantage of the opportunity to wave high-level purges.

As for the "back hand" he said, he has worked hard to investigate in the past two months, and he really found some clues - the thing that occupied Jie's body left a way for himself to prepare for the plan. Failure can continue to dormant.

He was annoyed when he saw the sutures on the forehead, so he decided to get rid of the remaining leather man, once and for all.As for the rest of the Shibuya incident remnants, he also sent warmth one by one, and none of them escaped.

It's been a long time since I showed my skills so freely, and I was a little carried away for a while, and I couldn't stop until I worked hard.

Japan has ushered in a new year as the chores in the world of conjuration come to an end.

And in the new year, he can also pay attention to other interesting things.

Gojo Satoru strode into the coffee shop, accurately scanned a location among the customers who were reading and working, and then walked straight over the surrounding tables.

"Sir, would you mind sharing a table?"

He sat down in the empty seat without being surprised, and observed the young man opposite him through the black lens.

The young man has a head of smooth black hair, although it is bundled up, it is inexplicably a little messy, and even a strand of it is separated from the main force and hangs on the sideburns alone, which is more casual and restrained. On the bridge of the other's nose is a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, dark purple The moment he heard the voice, his eyes left the book in his hands and moved to his face.

The black-haired young man was indifferent, without any emotion.

"Is there any space next to you?"

"But I just want to sit here."

""

The black-haired young man frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand why the person in front of him was so thick-skinned, but after a short thought, he compromised.

"Yes, please feel free."

After speaking, he took a sip of the coffee placed on the table, continued to look down at the book in his hand and ignored him.

However, Gojo Satoru would let himself come here for nothing. Naturally, he would not give up until he achieved his goal. He asked the waiter to order a cup of cappuccino and also took out the book he brought to read it with relish, and babbled on while reading it. to evaluate.

"This protagonist is so cowardly. If he is bullied, he has to beat him back. It's really infuriating."

"Oh, I hit it back, but it's a pity I couldn't hit it harder."

"What direction is this going? Isn't it more desperate? The author is writing this kind of plot to retaliate against the society, tsk tsk tsk"

Listening to the non-stop words in the ear, even though the coffee shop does not have a hard and fast rule to keep quiet, Haruto Saotome, who likes to be quiet, was inevitably affected, resulting in the half page he read just now without a single word Into the brain, not to mention the book the other party was browsing——

A trace of displeasure appeared on Qingli's face, he stretched out his index finger and pressed his temple, trying to calm down his tone.

"Sir, would you please be quiet?"

Wujo Wu put down the book in front of his face, and smiled harmlessly: "My name is Wujo Wu, you can call me Wujo."

Qingli was silent for a few seconds, taking a deep breath secretly.

"Mr. Wujo, can you please be quiet while reading? You have affected me." His eyes fell on the black cover in the other party's hand. "If you don't like this, please change to another book. There are books on the public bookshelf there. Many other interesting books and journals to choose from."

After finishing speaking, Qingli paused, and calmly looked at the white-haired young man who came to the opposite side without invitation and was very familiar. Temperament, just like a street

Bad head.

He thought, how could someone combine two completely opposite temperaments into one body?

"Actually, you don't have to be like this. If Mr. Wujo has anything else to do, you might as well just say it."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru pretended to be surprised: "Is this straight to the point? Well, I came here specially to find you."

Just in time, the waiter came with a hot cup of cappuccino and placed it in front of Gojo Satoru.After the waiter left, Gojo Satoru moved the sugar cube jar on the table to his hand, and poured sugar cubes into the coffee cup one by one.

Qingli watched the other party add a lethal dose of sugar cubes to the already not-so-bitter cappuccino, and then glanced at the half-drinked black coffee, and fell into a strange silence for a moment.

But the good character of never being nosy made him not pay more attention to Gojo Satoru's unusual behavior, and he didn't intend to remind the other party at all.

After a long time, Qingli nodded slightly.

"Ok, I know."

"You don't seem surprised."

Gojo Gojo raised his eyebrows, took out a spoon and stirred the added sugar cube, let it fully dissolve with the coffee, and then took a sip without changing the color of the coffee cup. It feels like I'm going to be sick.

So he looked away, took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"If you say that you didn't deliberately find fault with your behavior, no one will believe it. So, Mr. Wujo, what's the matter with you? And I don't know you."

"It's okay, it's enough for me to know you."

Haruhi: ""

Selectively ignoring the psychotic eyes of the person opposite, Gojo Satoru closed the book in his hand, laid it flat on the table, and pushed it over with two fingers.

"Then, can I ask Mr. Satake Ruri to sign for me?"

He also took off the sunglasses on his face, revealing a complete and beautiful face, with thick white eyelashes flickering, adding some bright look to those big blue eyes for no reason, combined with the tough and perfect facial lines Not only is it not obtrusive, but it is even more icing on the cake.

Withdrawing the previous evaluation, I didn't expect the face to be quite cute, and it would be my favorite type in the past.

Qingli calmly changed his sitting position and subconsciously leaned back, clasping his fingers on his abdomen, he admired the man's face for a while before silently lowering his eyes to look at the book pushed in front of him.

But now——you can consider including this type of person in the book next time you write.

Haruto took out the pen that was carried in his breast pocket, and signed his pen name on the title page of the book—Satake Ruri. The new name was reorganized from the name, and it was the pen name he was using when writing. Because of her graceful and gloomy writing style, she was misunderstood as a female writer until now.

So Qingli didn't expect that some readers would be able to find out his real identity in order to chase after his autograph. Uh, illegitimate meal?Or a stalker?

Does the other party know that it is a crime to obtain other people's private information without authorization?

"Give."

Haruto returned the signed book to Gojo Satoru.

But it would be too troublesome to pursue it. As long as the other party didn't go too far and didn't affect his private life, he didn't care about it.

Thinking this way, the book in his hand has not been picked up for a long time.

Qingli lazily raised her eyes to look at him.

"Why, don't you take it away?"

"Can I ask Teacher Liuli to leave another contact information?"

""

"You don't have to go too far."

Sunny is numb.

This person was deliberately criticizing his book in front of his face just now, don't think that this matter can be turned over.

Regarding the arrival of Wujo Satoru, Haruto had already "foreseen" that someone would look for her, so she curiously thought about staying to see who it would be, but she never expected such a ky person who had no sense of distance to come.

This was really a bit off-putting, but the face of the other party raised his interest a little bit. If it wasn't for the sake of good looks, it would have been someone else who would have left by himself.

Reluctantly, so-so, I have already

After the age when he would be dazzled by beauty, everyone is just material that can be used for writing in his opinion.

It's just that the difference lies in the level of appearance.

Even if this is the most handsome person he has ever seen, in the running group module, that is, this npc's app has 90, and gender is irrelevant.

but--

"I'm only in charge of writing the book, not after sales. Also, I need to remind you that you have crossed the line and violated my right to privacy."

Qingli put back her glasses, picked up the cup and drank the coffee at the bottom of the cup, and was about to get up and leave.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Gojo Satoru hurriedly used his traditional performing skills to play a rogue.

"Hey—leave a contact information to get to know each other. I really want to make friends with Teacher Liuli to discuss academic issues. If Teacher Liuli doesn't leave me a contact information, then I will have to come to you every day to chat and drink coffee. .”

Qingli was shocked by his shamelessness: "If you do this again, I will call the police."

"It's not necessary to call the police just to make friends. Teacher Liuli is so stingy, but even if you call the police, what can the police do to me?"

""

This attitude of coming if you have the ability makes Qingli close her eyes with a headache, and her heart is really unlucky to meet this kind of reader, who obviously doesn't like his books but still harass him like this, is this person too much in daily life? Have fun with yourself when you're bored?

Thinking of the second half of what the other party said just now, Qingli turned her head and clicked her tongue. It was indeed as he said, even if the police did not do actual harm, it was just a verbal warning, and nothing would happen.

"I really just want to make friends with Teacher Liuli. You see, we are about the same age, so why don't we just get to know each other as people of the same age?"

"Put on your sunglasses and talk well."

Although she would not be affected by beauty, facing this face that was pretending to be pitiful and cute, Haruto's half-swelled anger was stuck in her throat, and she swallowed back the words that came to her mouth.

He has no friends, and he doesn't want to make friends, but if he doesn't follow the other party, I'm afraid he won't be able to leave this coffee shop today.

Qingli rubbed the center of her brows a little irritably, picked up the book again, added her phone number on the bottom of the title page, and threw it back into Gojo Satoru's arms.

"Satisfied, don't call if you have nothing to do, I don't answer calls from strangers."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and went to the counter to check out, and then left the coffee shop without looking back.

Gojo Satoru propped his chin and watched people go away, with a delicate expression on his lips. He lowered his head and opened the title page of the book, saw the signatures and a string of numbers clearly above, and couldn't help but hum softly.

Well, really, I have a big temper.

That "I" has bad taste, I like this kind of strict guy.

But—Gojo Satoru raised his head and covered his face with the open book, leaning back with his hands behind his head.

Seems to have found something interesting.