5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Astonishment, complexity, and the regret of "maybe I shouldn't be here" were intertwined on the face of senior Yidizhi who saw this scene. It looked like a dehydrated plant in the desert, with an expression that was almost withered. His face was thin and narrow It is filled with the prophecy of "I am about to suffer".

Yidizhi froze on the spot first, lowered his head and whispered, "Morning, good morning, Mr. Gojo, Ms. Yizhi."

"Do you want to go out?" Gojo Satoru said cheerfully behind me, and then smiled kindly, and said to Yi Dizhi: "I'll give you the seat, let's go."

It was only then that Yidizhi showed a look of relief as if he had been pardoned. He walked hurriedly, said "I'm sorry" when passing us, and fled the scene as fast as possible.

I silently looked at the direction he was going away, not knowing how much he had heard of the conversation just now.I was still standing still, and Gojo Satoru walked past me carelessly, closing the door behind him, walked to the seat inside, and rummaged through the drawers for something.

——It seems that it has not been affected in the slightest.

I don't know if I'm too thin-skinned or he's too thick-skinned...

Gojo Satoru hummed a song from somewhere, stepped on the pedal under the table, leaned against the stool at a 45-degree angle, opened the document list found in the drawer, and looked for information inside, never mentioning what happened just now matter.

So, it's just me who cares?

Senior, how much has he heard?How did he think about our relationship?

"Mr. Gojo."

I walked up to him, originally I wanted to ask "Did you know there was someone in the room just now", but after a second thought, with Wujo Wu's straight-forward nature, he probably didn't care about the time and occasion, and just said what he wanted to say That's all, if I used my own thinking to speculate on him, I would have made a big mistake. If I didn't know what to say, and he asked "Why do you think so", wouldn't I be putting myself in a predicament?

Yes, even if it was intentional, then why?Is there any reason to do this?

Just a coincidence.

So when the words came to my lips, I asked something else: "Senior Yidizhi...is he very afraid of you?"

"—I'm a person with a bad personality." Gojo Satoru said something quite self-aware, but he didn't even look at me when he spoke, and just casually threw the materials he found to use on the table, which seemed to be the same. I didn't plan to clean up. I saw that he was busy with his own affairs, so I didn't focus on him. Instead, I went to the filing cabinet to find the documents that senior Yidizhi asked me to submit today.

Not long after I turned my back, I heard the creaking noise of the chair behind me, Gojo Satoru made the file bag rattle, I turned around and saw him throwing things into the drawer, and then using his own calf He closes his drawers and piles the files he finds for use on the tall desk filing cabinet.

I turned my head to look at the number of the file cabinet on the phone, and read in a low voice: "A-12..." Then I raised my head to search for the number, and Gojo Satoru came over and leaned against the wall to wait for me.

"That fellow Yidichi—" Gojo Satoru folded his arms around his chest, as if he was boasting something, "He's my former junior."

"Really?" I took the information, confirmed the name and content on it, and answered casually verbally. After I took down the information, I realized that he was embarrassed and said "junior" instead of "senior" .

"...Wait, senior Yidizhi is your... junior?"

Sorry, didn't really mean he looked older...maybe it's just the stress of the job making him look a little haggard.

"Since you call him senior, can you also call me senior?" He said, "I found something? Let's go."

Gojo Satoru picked up the documents he wanted with one hand, and then put one of the pages in my arms—to be precise, it was the document I was holding.

The door opened again, and I greeted the daylight in the hallway.

"That's right, how about calling it 'Senior' now—" He squeezed his nose and said in a pretentious tone: "'Senior Wutiao~' so..."

He also had a good time.

But in response to his proposal, I frankly refused: "But I am not a student of a high school, besides, didn't I shout once?"

He raised his hand and waved, and corrected: "It's not a college, but it's a senior in the workplace. Could it be that Zhongli doesn't respect me at all?"

"I lost to you..."

The blindfold prevents me from seeing his expression. Although the corners of someone's mouth are raised, I don't know where his joy comes from. Gojo Satoru's happiness always comes so that I can't find the reason. If I try to find the law, To please him in turn, it is better to let nature take its course, maybe there will be interesting chemical reactions.

Being asked by him, I felt a little shy, so I tried to shout softly: "Then... Senior Wutiao?"

He replied forcefully, "Yes!"

Then Gojo Satoru gave an exaggerated "Oh", and then praised: "Not bad, isn't that very easy to say?"

I looked at the joint line of the wooden floor under my feet, and complained: "...what's the matter with the tone of 'Oh my God, my child can walk'."

We went our separate ways until we walked downstairs to the side door. I picked up the documents and hurried to the parking lot. I looked at my watch and saw that almost 10 minutes had passed, and the children had been waiting for me for a long time.

"Sorry, my car is here, you guys come up first."

I hurried into the car and threw the documents on the passenger side.

The understanding Mr. Panda comforted: "It's okay, Wu must have been delayed."

I:"……"

"Wu has a habit of being late." Panda said, "Miss Yizhi, do you mind if I lose my hair?"

Me: "Do you have serious hair loss?"

"Just, there is a little possibility."

It's not real panda hair anyway...doesn't matter?

The commercial street at the destination is very close to where I used to work. It used to be only two streets, a 5-minute walk away.When I was still in the original company, I often went to the nearby coffee shop to eat for a while. In this way, I haven’t been to that shop for a long time. I don’t know if Ms. Zi still works there.

There are very few parking places nearby, so I had to find a location I was familiar with, and finally settled in a location one street away from Poirot's Cafe.

"Go straight from here..." I took the location given to me by Gojo Satoru, and said without looking at the navigation: "Turn right ahead, we will be there soon."

"Miss Yizhi is familiar with this place?" Maki walked beside her with her magic tool on her shoulders and asked, "I immediately judged the location after looking at the scene in the photo."

"I used to work near here."

"What did you do before?"

"In layman's terms, it is a job of helping people make money with money, but more often it is dealing with complaints from customers... It seems to be dealing with money, but it is actually a job of communicating with people." I said, "Even if you are There are also a lot of situations where customers are emotionally trashed on the spot.”

But for the sake of the money in their pockets, they have to continue to say things against their will. They talk too much, and they can't tell what they really want to say.

Panda, who always knows how to be active, said: "Although I don't understand it, the world of adults is really terrible."

"It's not that bad, it's just an ordinary job." I thought I couldn't talk about these topics without dreams to the children, so I hurriedly changed the subject and said, "You are the ones who are doing great things even though you are only students. Isn't it the thing?"

"...I don't think it's 'great' or 'powerful'. I didn't think about those when I got rid of the curse." Maki said frankly, "I'm not interested in the heavy future, and I don't care if I insist on it." I didn’t want to be a conjurer just to be appreciated.”

At this time, we had already arrived at the destination, and the breath of the curse was not strong. Relevant government personnel had already set up a cover near the old house that was sealed off. I would send them in before the blockade at the door.

Send this group of children who are younger than me but have to face the curse alone.

"But—" I tried to smile, "No matter what your original intentions are, you are indeed doing incredible things, even if you don't need them, you are still worthy of thanks. Well, let's stop talking about these nasty things. I'm going to pay my dues oh--"

Like a black mucus secretion in the sky, the tent began to descend.

"I wish you two martial arts prosperity."