5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Kise told me that it's best to ask the students in the high school for inside information. He knew a certain senior and generously sent me an email.

"Senior Long Zhifeng is very talkative." He said, "And he knows a lot of things, it's better to find him." Then he also left me a copy of the other party's contact information, and after I politely thanked him, he added Said: "Seniors, there are still about three hours before class ends... I must trouble Miss Yizhi to wait for a while."

In the end, Huang Lai also asked for a copy of my contact information. His curiosity about supernatural events was written on his face, so I couldn't refuse.But I thought that in a few days, I might see the rumor refuting document of the local newspaper, which would shatter his last superstition.

After all, the official position will definitely be consistent with the high school in the end.

"It's okay, thank you very much for your help, Kise-san."

……

After parting from Kise at the door, I met another acquaintance.

Isn't the boy with black hair curled up like a miniature hedgehog exactly Fuguro Megumi?

"...Fu Hei Jun?" I was still a few steps away from him, and unconsciously called out his name first.Hearing the voice, Fu Heihui also raised his head. For some reason, he raised the juice in his hand as if he wanted to take a sip. He was holding the phone, as if he was replying to a message.

He seemed uncomfortable with the sudden greeting, and wanted to prevaricate it with some gesture.

After seeing clearly that it was me, I let it go again.

"Miss Yizhi, good afternoon." He nodded politely, but I always felt a bit of embarrassment in it, like a primary school student who was caught.

"good afternoon."

Seeing me in business attire, he asked, "Are you at work?"

"Yeah." I waved my identification card, "Where is Mr. Fuhei?"

The boy paused for a while, as if hesitating whether to confess to me.

I can understand that children of this age have some secrets that they don't want to say, so I said: "It's okay not to tell me if it's not convenient for you."

"Ah... come out to buy something." Fu Hei, who was still thinking about how to reply me, was stuttered when I interrupted his train of thought. He probably felt that it was not good to say anything. Thinking about going, what came out of my mouth was: "Thank you very much for the previous notes."

It wasn't until he said that that I remembered it.

"It's nothing, as long as it comes in handy, I said on my own initiative that I would send the previous notes to Mr. Fu Hei, and I was worried that it would trouble you..." I saw that he still had a stiff expression, so I tried to say something To ease the atmosphere, "It seems that the textbooks in middle school have not changed much in these years."

"Yes."

He repeated, "Thank you so much."

Our friendship is very shallow, and we only had dinner together once or twice.He gave me the impression of a silent and caring child, especially when he was around Gojo Satoru, this feeling was even more obvious.When the three of them are together, as the youngest, he is a spitting character who walks on the edge, as if he wants to create a feeling of "I am dispensable".

It's like it's hard to express your emotions to your heart's content.

Later, I asked Gojo Satoru out of my own business, and the answer I got was only "The child's situation is a bit complicated——".

But he also said something optimistic like "It should be better after going to the new school?"

Hmm... What is the basis for his optimistic conclusion?

Will Mr. Fu Hei go to the class he teaches?

He was less restrained now, and he still glanced at his phone from time to time during the conversation.

"Are you waiting for someone to meet?" I asked, "Then I won't bother."

"No." He denied it, his face rarely showed tangled emotions, I think he was carefully choosing his words, and finally he said: "Mr. Wujo's birthday is coming soon, let's buy him a birthday present. "

Yea, it's the deadly cold of winter, and Christmas is only a few days away.

"I see." I murmured.

We planned to say goodbye after a few simple greetings. I still have things to do, not to delay his rest time, but before I left, I asked again: "There have been some cases in this neighborhood recently, so try to avoid comparisons." good."

"Is Ms. Yizhi here to handle related cases?" When talking about his field, Fu Heihui's eyes lit up a little, and then he said, "Are you conducting the investigation alone?"

"Don't worry, there is no trace of the curse. It may just be someone pretending to be a ghost by using the curse."

"Good luck with your work."

Even if it was a farewell, it was still in such a polite tone.

After parting, I remembered what Fu Heihui said just now, a birthday present for Gojo Satoru... what should I give him?

Choosing a gift is a job that needs to be carefully prepared, especially a gift for a loved one.First of all, it must be in line with his wishes, otherwise everything is useless. For now, I don’t see any taboos for him. This is a good thing, but the bad thing is that he doesn’t seem to have anything that he likes very much, which leads to an abnormal range of choices. Open, in case you choose the one that can't go up or down...

If it was a strategy game, would there be gift classifications such as "I don't like it very much", "I like it", and "I like it very much", right?However, this is reality, and it is natural to go for "extreme liking". Real people will not stand still like NPCs and wait for you to brush up your favorability every day. Opportunities are always fleeting. The reckless, aggressive, and confused choices made my love road bumpy.

(Although it doesn't seem to be much better now.)

Forget it, I'm still at work, let's put aside my personal matters first.

In order to wait for the high school get out of class to end, I went to the teacher to do some information collection, but found nothing.Adhering to the principle of never committing suicide and cherishing my life, I did not break into the closed building next to the jumping site alone, but wandered outside.

However, there is still at least an hour before get out of class ends.

... How about going to find a place nearby to sit and think about how to write the report?

(By the way, you can also think about what to give as a gift.)

But at the moment sleepiness came up, I decided to go to the nearby Star ○ to buy a cup of American refreshment.When I walked out the door feeling refreshed and holding a hot drink, I bumped into another acquaintance—my high school classmate, Orihara Rinya.

To be precise, it was my classmate after I transferred to another school.

"Good afternoon." The handsome young man greeted me first.

After many years, I found that his taste in dressing has become difficult to describe in words. In high school, everyone had school uniforms. As long as we met outside during breaks, no one would know your taste in private clothes.

(Orihara-san is unexpectedly wild, but this outfit is not conspicuous in Ikebukuro.)

"When I saw classmate Yizhi at the window just now, I thought I was mistaken, but I didn't expect it was really you." He greeted him familiarly, "It's been a long time."

I forced a few laughs with the corners of my mouth pulled, and then said, "Orihara just appeared on the streets of Ikebukuro in such a brazen manner..."

Orihara Rin also showed a moderately troubled expression, and he responded cooperatively.

"Ah, please forgive me on this point...I also have some things to be busy with. Speaking of which, isn't Yizhi-san a person who knows how to make small reports?"

"It's hard to say." He was right, the friendship between us is about the same as no friendship, it's just a very ordinary relationship between classmates, although there have been a few unpleasant little frictions——

Yes, just minor friction.

"Then, why did Yizhi, a classmate whom I haven't seen for a long time, suddenly return to Ikebukuro?" He cut straight to the point, presumably because he was really curious about my intentions, but I was destined to disappoint him.

"It's just a common field job. But what is Orihara-san doing?"

He didn't answer my question, but continued to ask: "I was at the window on the second floor of the store three hours ago, and I saw a classmate going back and forth to that tutorial center and the adjacent building. Unfortunately, I'm fairly well-informed, and the case of jumping off a building on the BBS is attracting attention..." Orihara Rinya's eyes fell on the collar of my uniform, and his expression turned into an intriguing smile: "I'm just curious, Kazuya What the students are doing—”

At present, whether this matter is related to the curse is still to be discussed. As a staff member of the mysterious side, I naturally want to extinguish all the flames of suspicion from the masses. I plan to start a roundabout tactic with him without thinking about it. When I opened my mouth, a shadow was cast behind me, and I felt surrounded by a familiar body, and the coffee in my hand was taken away, leaving only the insulation paper left in my hand.

Gojo Satoru, who appeared behind me at some point, picked up my coffee and took a sip——

Not good, can he accept sugar-free and dairy-free American food?And I added an extra concentration.

"Wait, what I'm drinking is—"

However, my stop was not as fast as his action.

As he lowered his head, the sunglasses slipped slightly from the bridge of his nose, and those radiant eyes met mine. However, Wujo Wuming, who had drunk a flavor he didn't like, showed his disgust, and his eyelashes seemed to droop.

He stretched out his tongue and licked the upper lip stained with coffee liquid, and the tip of his tongue swept the curve of the lip, and it seemed that a piece of reason was taken away along with my heart.

"...It's so hard, Zhongli."