5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Keys are generally only given to people who live together, right?

Obviously we are not in a cohabitation relationship, he only rarely stays with me for one night, and the key was just for the convenience of him selling those photobooks to him a few days ago, so I want to take it back now. Reasonable behavior - I don't even think there's a reason to convince him.

"What's the matter? You mentioned this suddenly." Gojo Satoru followed me and stopped by the stairs, one of his arms resting on the handrail, the chaotic light and shadow on the raised eyelashes were intertwining, and I also looked up at him intently.

I blatantly reminded: "The photobook is also sold, so it's only natural that I want to take back the key?"

"Well...you are right." Gojo Satoru's non-refuting tone made me think that he would take out my key from his pocket or wallet in the next second, but unexpectedly his smile deepened and he said to me : "However, I seem to have lost the key."

I am naturally 1 unbelievers.

He didn't even bother to look for it, and hurriedly came to such a conclusion that was unrealistic at first glance.

"Then there is no way." I don't know why he said such an obvious lie, so I can only reply according to common sense: "It would be bad if someone picked it up. Since there is such a security risk, I still Get a new lock."

In my peripheral vision, I saw his pupils tightened slightly, but only for a very short moment, it must be my illusion.

I carried the documents and continued to go upstairs, and soon I heard the footsteps of Gojo Satoru following behind. We were silent all the way, only the sound of shoes stepping on the stairs, which was quite rhythmic.

I feel like stepping on a narrow single-plank bridge, I believe in the principle of never turning back, and I believe that the road ahead should be more and more open, and there is not only one lighthouse I have.

Even if there is no lighthouse, I will continue to walk in the dark.

Not long after we returned to the office, Yidizhi sent me some paperwork to be sorted out. I saw some official documents again and asked, "Is this also going to be handed over to Mr. Kazama this week?"

"Well, I still have to trouble Miss Yizhi, if possible, please sort it out before the day after tomorrow."

"I understand." In order not to forget the work arrangement, I took out the account from my bag and wrote it down, but saw the sentence I wrote on today's date in the notebook——

[Give Wu a birthday present. 】

[Confession. 】

That's right... I usually write his name in the notebook. If it is a by-product of a sweet relationship in a secret love, then now it is a trace of my failure. For the first time, I felt that the Chinese character "望" seemed to be It's too glaring.

I wanted to use a pen to erase this part of the word, and I stroked it a few times, but the pen was out of water. In the pen container halfway across my seat were the office supplies I received before. There happened to be a new fountain pen, but the problem was Gojo Satoru Sitting next to me right now.

He is clearly a teacher. I don't know why he looks like he is doing nothing today, and even gives me the feeling that he is sitting on the sidelines.

"What's wrong?" He noticed my gaze and looked at me with a smile.

"Please help me get a water-based pen, Mr. Gojo." I indicated with my gaze that there was something I needed in the pen holder on his right.

"OK~"

"Thank you."

I took the fountain pen he gave me, and blacked out all the parts about Gojo Satoru on this page of the book.

Much more pleasing to the eye.

Then write the content on the arrangement of these days——

[Replace the door lock with a new one. 】

[Meet with Mr. Kazama to submit information. 】

I held the pen with my hand, propped my chin with this hand, and thought about what else I missed to write, but when I saw Qihai in front of me suddenly stood up and wanted to leave, I subconsciously stared at his movements.

The conjurer, who is sensitive to sight, also noticed that I was looking at him. Before leaving the office, our eyes met for a second. Nanami just nodded slightly and walked away.

I lowered my head again and started to sort out the work. The content of the paperwork is not complicated, but the amount is a bit too much, but if I finish it earlier, I can spare some time to rest earlier.I roughly flipped through about twenty pages, and with a little effort, I can finish all of them today, so that I will have extra time to rest tomorrow.

However, I will work overtime today.

After the sound of Nanami's footsteps disappeared completely, Gojo Satoru lay down on the table and asked me with a sideways face: "Are you free tonight?"

I shook my head: "I have to work overtime to finish processing the documents."

Just because I was sleepy, someone gave me a pillow, which gave me a reasonable and legitimate reason to reject Gojo Satoru's invitation.

Now I just want to keep the distance between ordinary colleagues with Gojo Satoru. After all, in the future, we will see each other without looking up. It would be best if he can realize what I mean.

How should I put it...There should be a lot of people who like him, I think he should often be eagerly sought after by the opposite sex in his life, not to mention that he doesn't seem to deliberately wrong himself to conform to other people's type, and be repeatedly slapped by me After expressing his refusal, he should feel bored and stop following me, right?

It is the best result to be able to draw a clear relationship without gunpowder.

What's more, the relationship between us is not easy to define, what I'm doing is to tear this messy sticky thread completely.

On the other hand, I was also ready to be straightforward with him.

But I don't think Gojo Satoru will be so attached to me that I have to make it clear to him before he can keep a distance from me—otherwise, I'm being self-indulgent again.

After I firmly held the cognition that "Gojo Satoru really doesn't like me", I seemed to be able to fundamentally put an end to the disappointment caused by expectations.

This is a once and for all solution.

"It doesn't have to be done today, right?" Gojo Satoru complained, "You can continue tomorrow, right, Yidi?"

Yi Dizhi was caught off guard by the roll call, so he could only agree nervously: "Ah, yes...the documents will be handed in the day after tomorrow."

"Listen, he already said that." Gojo Satoru seemed to be trying to convince me.

This person came out to interrupt me when I was invited to a fellowship just now, and now he keeps asking me if I have time tonight... I looked at his smiling face inexplicably, and thought: Is it because today is my birthday, so Are you kidding me?

Gojo Satoru acting like a baby?

for me?

This conclusion is too funny...

I said, "I have other things to do tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head and asked me, "Is there any other work tomorrow?"

"Do not."

"The locks will be changed tomorrow."

……

……

After saying this sentence.

Yidizhi felt that the temperature in the room had dropped a few degrees, and the heating seemed to be unable to bring warmth to anyone in this office—especially his seat, which was right behind the two of them, when he stared up at the computer screen. Avoid seeing those two figures from behind.

(I knew that I would go out like Nanami-san...but now I am going too deliberately.)

What's more, Wujo Enlightenment was there, so he didn't dare to move.In the face of this senior's occasional slightly tyrannical behavior, Yidizhi's radar in his bones was as sharp as cutting-edge technology—Gojo Satoru's torment was mainly reflected on the spiritual level, which was not inferior to a social animal like him. in neurotoxins.

(Normal mind, normal mind... just pretend that you haven't seen or heard anything...)

However, this is not to say that if you want to pretend that you didn't hear it, you can really do it——

After a voice with no emotional ups and downs and a refusal that everyone could hear, the undercurrent in the room seemed to hurt the hearts of the parties at any time—and it was a trauma that neither party could escape.

So what is the relationship between these two people?He thought the two were lovers before, but it seems he was wrong.

Yi Dizhi, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, opened the shopping website just after Kazue and Gojo Satoru went downstairs, and found the webpage where Qihai bought the gift, and now it shows "sold".There is an advertisement about this store in the product introduction. It seems that it specializes in selling some accessories collected from all over the world. In addition to handmade ones, there are also some limited products.

This pair of sunglasses seems to be a limited style launched by an overseas brand on Valentine's Day, Qihai didn't care about it at the time——

"Appearance fit is enough."

Yi Dizhi also felt that there was nothing particular about it, not to mention Gojo Satoru would not be free enough to check these trivial matters.

Taking a step back, what about limited merchandise launched on Valentine's Day?

It's just that the date is a little special.

But... if it is sent by the opposite sex... that probably means that, right?Like expressing love or something?

Why is it completely different in reality?

The party who gave the gift has always been in an attitude of refusal, while the attitude of the person who received the gift...is becoming more and more difficult to understand.

Recalling the restless atmosphere this morning, Yidizhi once again doubted whether he should not be here, let alone search the information page of the product out of curiosity.

(Sure enough, I'd better go out... I heard too many things that I shouldn't have heard, and the end would be even worse.)

He just wants to stay away from the center of the storm and spend his working life in peace.

However, just as he made up his mind to move the stool and plan to get up, Qihai came back with a bunch of drinks.He first walked up to Yidizhi and gave him a can of hot drink. Feeling the care from his seniors, Yidizhi felt the warmth of returning to the world.

(It's, that's great...the atmosphere is much more comfortable with Nanami-san.)

"Thank you." A soda can that took over the small bottle, lifted it up to look at the words on it, and said involuntarily, "It's red bean soup again."

"Gaozhuan has very few types of vending machines." Qihai still replied with this realistic answer.

A black hair was shining, and he took off his jacket indoors, leaving only a close-fitting suit, which was in sharp contrast with his white and bright cheeks.Holding the body of the soda can in both hands, there was a smile, and finally said with emotion: "That's right."

Yizhi replied with a smile: "There is no way to do it, but fortunately, this brand of red bean soup tastes pretty good."

Gojo Satoru opened the can with a "snap" and asked, "Do you like red bean soup?"

"Don't hate it." Yizhi lowered his head and took a sip of the hot red bean soup.

Yi Dizhi inexplicably had a premonition that the rain was about to come.

It was clearly a calm answer, but there seemed to be hundreds of surging ridges hidden in it, and it was finally compressed into a short answer:

"...I don't really like things that are too sweet."