5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Gojo Satoru is under the tree, the thick shadow of the tree contrasts with his shiny hair color, the shadow shines on the hair like a dark spot, sometimes shakes due to the wind blowing, part of it falls on his clothes, becomes It has become a substance that is integrated with the clothes.He folded his hands on his chest, leaning against the tree trunk with his back waist, the rough bark couldn't pierce him, he put one leg straight, and the other leg curled back, stepping on the lower half of the tree.

"I said—has Mr. Gojo been looking at this all the time?" Among the many people queuing up to take pictures, Etsuko Shiratori, who joined the job three months ago, finally confirmed her guess after looking back three times.She patted the shoulder of another woman of her contemporaneity, Emi Asakawa, rolled her eyelids, and motioned for her to look over there too.

The latter followed her gaze and saw Gojo Satoru motionless under the tree.

"It seems to be... But, what's so interesting about queuing?"

"I don't know." After finishing speaking, Shiratori lightly hit Asakawa's waist with his elbow, and said with a smile, "Could it be that he is looking at us...? Or is he looking at you?"

"Don't be joking!" Asakawa nodded her forehead angrily, "It's not an adolescent girl anymore, aren't you ashamed to say such things?"

"I just want to liven up the atmosphere... Besides, don't you care?"

I care, how could I not care——

After all, he is the one with all kinds of exaggerated titles that you can't think of, but he can't do it, and he is unique in today's magic world.

For this kind of person, unexpectedly, there will be no feeling of spring heart sprouting. If I want to say why——

Because it is too far away from their world, curiosity about Gojo Satoru is more like watching a "spectacle", only curiosity, no other feelings.

While Asakawa was secretly looking at Gojo Satoru, Shiratori simply put his head on his friend's shoulder and started a new round of outrageous gossip: "Could it be that... you are secretly dating the strongest behind my back?"

"Can you be more realistic?"

"I want to know too... ah, he has seen it!" And when her friend turned her head subconsciously, Shiratori smiled and said in her ear: "I'm lying to you—how can I see it with a blindfold on! "

"You're all bored..." Asakawa found out that she seemed to feel that Gojo Satoru's gaze was indeed falling somewhere in the line - about the end of the line.

But...why look there?

Among the people present, not only they were the only ones, but others were equally curious.Just not too obvious.

After all, it's really boring when you're in line, and it's easy to think about something else.

The only exception is that those who don't care about Gojo Satoru can only stand at the end of the line and play with their mobile phones in boredom.

Gojo Satoru's gaze stayed on her all the time.

She held the phone horizontally and kept pressing her hands. It looked like she was playing a game, but she frowned suddenly.

(It seems that the progress is not smooth, stuck?)

On that clean face, the frowning brows were relaxed after she pursed her lips slightly displeased.She quickly put the phone upright again, tapped it twice and started to swipe the screen expressionlessly.

Noticing the change in her movements, Gojo Satoru also came to a conclusion in his mind: look at the speed of the sliding screen...you must be reading the news page.

He is familiar with the habits of Zhongli in this regard.

Soon she felt bored again, she simply did nothing, and stared at the back of the head of the person in front of her in a daze.At this time, she raised her chin slightly, and her small chin was facing the direction of the wind and light, so the hair on her temples was blown apart randomly when the gust of wind hit, and she slowly smoothed the sides with her delicate fingers. hair, or wrap them around his ears, revealing the ears powdered by the wind, and those bright and clear eyes casually staring somewhere ahead.

Most of the time she was quiet, she just stared at a certain place without saying anything, as if this kind of silent staring was her means of insight into the world.

It is as clear and cold as the snow on the top of the peak.

……

……

I don't know how long the queue will last. Seeing the people in front leave one by one, I start to feel a little anxious.Standing in the wind is not a pleasant thing, especially if you can only wait boringly, and the waiting time is not clear.I played the game for a while, and then I got bored and put it down. The news was not interesting, and it was meaningless to scroll through Twitter for a long time, and the BBS was full of stories about idiots and resentment—very disgusting.

After I was in a daze for an unknown amount of time, Sugimoto in front of me suddenly turned around, holding his mobile phone in his right hand, and I saw that it happened to be the photo of us just now, but——

"One branch, one branch, do you think it looks so good?" He lowered his voice as if whispering, called my name, and then pointed to this photo.

I just noticed that he... retouched the picture, Sugimoto, how many skills do you have that I don't know?

I really want to say that his filter effect is too much, but it is not good to hit him directly, so I am going to tell him my thoughts tactfully: "...Did you add a filter?"

"That's right." Sugimoto said, "I haven't added filters to the other pictures."

I twitched the corner of my mouth: "I'm really flattered, thank you, Sugimoto."

He covered his mouth with one hand, blinked his eyes and asked in a low voice, "So, how do you feel overall?"

"Can the filter effect be lightened a little bit?" I said, "I feel like my face is a little too bright... Wouldn't it look better if it was more natural?"

"Oh, I see! Then I will post it directly on SNS when I am finished, do you mind?"

Of course I mind!The special treatment of only adding filters to me is very subtle!

I shouted from the bottom of my heart, but with a gentle face on my face, I said, "Does Sugimoto use different filters for everyone?"

"Oh!" Sugimoto suddenly realized, "I forgot! Fortunately, you reminded me, and I will also add filters to other people."

"Looking forward to your picture." After finishing speaking, I asked again: "...By the way, why do you keep your voice down like a whisper? It's not a secret."

After hearing my words, Sugimoto first rolled his eyes, and then put on a distressed smile——

"I feel that Mr. Wujo has been looking at this side, and I'm a little... afraid to speak loudly in front of him."

"Huh? Feeling uncomfortable?" I said.

"Thank you for using such a euphemistic way of saying it. In fact, it's what I'm afraid of."

I didn't understand where his fear came from, so I asked instead: "Did anything happen to him... with you?" Otherwise, why would you be so afraid of him?

"No, no, just this feeling! Feeling! It's a very mysterious feeling!" Sugimoto couldn't explain why, he said, "Anyway, I just feel that I should keep a low profile in front of him. In fact, I haven't offended him... It’s better to say that I didn’t interact with him at all, but just now…”

"Just now?" Seeing that he stopped talking, I looked at Sugimoto curiously.

"No, it's nothing, it may be my illusion." He touched the tip of his nose and said, "Then I'm going to edit the picture, and you can expect my results!"

After Sugimoto turned his head excitedly to continue his great job of retouching, I took the opportunity to stand on tiptoe, and then turned slightly sideways to look at the team in front of me.

...How come there are so many people, and there is a shortage of people in this line of business?

I was so cold that I exhaled through my mouth to warm my hands, and then quickly retracted into my pockets.

...the prosthetics are also cold.

When I hung my head and started counting ants in boredom, I heard my name suddenly called from the front——

"Who is Yizhi?"

"I'm here." I subconsciously shouted out, then stepped out sideways, and saw the staff in charge of taking pictures waved me over.

I had doubts in my heart, but I still tugged on my coat and walked from the end of the line to the front in small steps.

However, beside the staff, there is a smiling Gojo Satoru.I was baffled, I only glanced at him and then looked at the staff again.

"Please give us the documents to check."

I naturally cooperated. After checking the information, the staff nodded to me and said to me: "Your boss said that there is still work to be arranged for you, so you should go to shoot first."

……My boss?

My gaze drifted unconsciously to Gojo Satoru, who had adapted to the smile with a well-adapted hooked lips.

Oh, he is indeed my boss.

"I see."

So with the help of Wujo Wu's class authority, I successfully joined the team.

I'm not a masochist, and I certainly don't like standing outside in the cold.

After the photo was taken, we were on the way to the office, and I thanked Wujo Wudao——

"Thank you."

"Don't mind, I'm also here for work." Gojo Satoru and I went up the stairs at the same pace, slowly going up the stairs.

I thought to myself that he could actually take several steps in one step.

"Work..." Hearing these two words, I began to lose my energy.Yes, I like to use my work to prove my ability, but I am not a desperate workaholic.

The things around me have been sorted out one by one recently. After I removed Gojo Satoru from my life, and then continued to go backwards, I thought of Hasegawa Shota who fell in front of me—even if I At that time, I suppressed the strangeness in my heart, and now I think back, there is still a lingering sound of despair in my heart that has not dissipated, but it was temporarily blocked by me.

These two days I have been busy sorting out my mood, the sealed Pandora's box has not been opened, and when I think of being alone every night, the fear of being stared at by the dead gradually climbed up my spine along the tailbone, Pierce the neck.

Gojo Satoru and I were not on the same channel, and he seemed to interpret my murmur as regret.

For this reason, Gojo Satoru said: "Of course I opened the back door for you because of work."

The thoughts I was immersed in the atmosphere of terror just now withdrew immediately.

I looked at him inexplicably: "...I didn't say it was because of other reasons."

"Ah~ that's right." Gojo Satoru sighed with regret, and now we have walked to the door of the office.

The man opened the door one step at a time, and said to the person inside, "I have already brought him."

After entering the door, I saw the familiar configuration——

Isn't this the office staffing the day my confession failed?

"It's a little slow, Mr. Gojo. Before you went downstairs, you said that Miss Yizhi would be brought here in about 10 minutes." Nanami who was sitting inside looked at her watch, "It's been nearly 10 minutes."

When he said that, I was in a complicated mood.

...I made everyone wait three 10 minutes longer?

"Before I said it - it's not Miss Yizhi who needs to blame herself, and it's not your responsibility."

"Hey, so it's my responsibility?" Gojo Satoru pointed at himself and complained to Qihai: "But I have been waiting in line for the camera line according to the rules..."

Qihai: "I thought that Mr. Gojo would jump into the queue with Yizhi."

At this point, I told the truth stiffly: "Actually, I still jumped in line."

Qihai: "...?"

From his face, I could understand what he didn't say, most likely he wanted to ask Gojo Satoru——

So why not just jump in line from the start?

Still waiting for almost half an hour?