Zongman: I have really retired!

Jingle Bell--

"welcome--"

A fat boss shouted from behind the counter, his voice full of anger.

"Boss, a bowl of soba noodles."

"Okay."

The boss subconsciously raised his head to look at the person coming. Suddenly his eyes widened and he said, "It looks familiar...it's you! Boy, you haven't been here for a long time."

The boss had a smiling expression on his face, making him look very amiable, and even his fat figure looked festive.

The person who came was none other than Xia Youjie. He also had a smile on his face, which made his squinty eyes look even smaller.

"I didn't expect you to still remember me. It's been a long time since I've been here."

Xia Youjie felt a little emotional. Today he was wearing a pair of wide-leg pants that he often wore in high school. With the white casual clothes on his upper body, he looked like a college student on vacation.

Xia Youjie, who had put aside his righteousness, felt much more relaxed and had a more unbridled aura. He was almost exactly the same as he was in high school. It was no wonder that his boss recognized him at a glance.

"Hahaha--

After all, you are good-looking. I remember that you and your white-haired friend often came here. Although at first you and your white-haired friend scared away many customers due to disagreements and fights, you two senior brothers often came here and attracted a lot of female customers. . "

The boss laughed twice. While he was handling the dough in his hands quickly, he seemed to be complaining and chatting about the changes in recent years.

Why do I often see a white-haired young man queuing up to buy snacks at the dessert shop next door, but I don’t see Xia Youjie coming? Recently, the prices of flour and pork have increased, but the rent of the shop has not. There are also new flavors in the shop. , a certain old customer passed away, and the new batch of new song albums that have recently been introduced in the store are just a lot of long-winded topics about family and friends.

Xia Youjie just listened to the boss's chatter quietly with a smile. The water boiled for cooking noodles was bubbling, and the small store began to slowly fill with steam.

Xia Youjie just sat elegantly on the side by the window. The sunlight slanted through the diffuse water vapor and shone on his body, as tenderly as a mother's hand.

Feeling the warm touch of the sun, Xia Youjie narrowed his eyes, feeling as lazy as a sleepy traveler who had found his home.

The hustle and bustle of crowds of people on the streets and the hurried back figures of cars.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such busy city life…

"Hey - are you waiting for that white-haired friend?"

The boss wiped off the water stains on his hands and brought the prepared buckwheat noodles in front of Xia Youjie, and asked with a little curiosity.

"Well, I just made an appointment with him when I came back, but there's a good chance he'll be late..."

"Ah...is that so?"

The boss was a little hesitant. He looked out the window at the busy streets and asked in a somewhat doubtful tone:

"Did you... quarrel?"

"Well...it's not a very important thing, just some minor accidents. It will be fine..."

There was no denying or admitting, but the kind-hearted boss seemed to think that the two had reconciled, and turned around and left with satisfaction.

People can't stand talking about it. As soon as the boss left, a tall, white-haired man appeared straight across the road. He put his hands in his pockets and stood there in silence, looking at Xia Youjie opposite.

There was no expression on his face, he just stared at Xia Youjie, his attitude seemed to be scrutinizing and nostalgic at the same time.

Xia Youjie, who also saw him, gave him a familiar smile.

Gojo Satoru looked at Xia Youjie who was smiling across from him with complicated emotions.

It's him... it's definitely him. Even if his six eyes are wrong, his soul will not admit the mistake, his best friend, or his three years of youth...

He slowly lowered his head and pulled off the blindfold with his hands, and his straight white hair fell down softly, just like when they were in high school. Gojo Satoru did not wear the blindfold, and Xia Youjie did not wear his damn cassock.

The meeting between two people is like a normal meeting between friends, as if the defection, abandonment and death in the middle do not exist.

Gojo Satoru chuckled a few times in a happy mood. He raised his left hand like a lucky cat and waved it towards Xia Youjie opposite him, silently uttering a greeting from his lipstick-smeared lips:

"Good afternoon, Jay..."

Good afternoon...my dear best friend...

Xia Youjie tilted his head, his smile showing helplessness and indulgence, and he also said hello silently: "Good afternoon, Wu..."

The strongest man in the magic world was as excited as a cat exposed to catnip for the first time. He crossed the road in a few steps, just like he had crossed the road in their memories.

"Long time no see, Jay..."

"Well - long time no see..."

The two of them laughed at the same time, and Gojo Satoru simply pulled out his chair and sat opposite Xia Youjie.

The movements are clean and neat, so skillful, as if they have been practiced thousands of times. Fortunately, this time it is not a battlefield...

"It's too much, Jie. You didn't even tell me when you came back. I still treat you as a close friend~"

Gojo Satoru deliberately used a sickeningly sweet voice as if he was being coquettish.

"Really? Isn't this a meeting? And how many snacks have you eaten, Satoru? Sweet people are panicking -"

Xia Youjie made an expression as if he was disgusted and wanted to vomit.

Gojo Satoru frowned. He crossed his arms and put his feet on the table. He leaned back, like a delinquent boy who was full of rebellion, flamboyant and wanton.

Xia Youjie clenched his fists, and pound signs began to appear on his head: "Wu, put your legs down! It's very rude!"

Gojo Satoru stared at the ceiling with wandering eyes, recalling the past events in his mind. Scenes appeared in front of his eyes. He just leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

"No! Who do you think you are? Weren't you the one who left me first?"

Xia Youjie fell into silence for a moment. He took a deep look at Gojo Satoru, who was leaning up, and then breathed out gently and said in a dull voice:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone."

You should not be left to face those annoying old oranges alone, nor should you be left alone.

"Huh? What's there to be sorry for? I am the strongest! I am the strongest in the world!!"

Gojo Satoru suddenly straightened up and roared at Xia Youjie.

"Yeah - I know, you are very powerful."

Xia Youjie's tone was still gentle and personable, but he made Gojo Satoru look like an ignorant child.

This time, Gojo Satoru fell silent. He made a cut and scratched his white hair irritably.

"Are you still leaving?"

"I can't leave even if I want to. It's a lot of trouble."

After all, I have to clean up the trouble for you before leaving...