5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

The above is based on my observation of him - I think I still have the right to speak, in terms of distance, I am considered as the opposite sex who is relatively close to him, but even so I think this person is not It's too possible, it's hard to say those people who haven't entered the scope of Gojo Satoru... No, I don't seem to have entered it either.

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing my answer.

"I don't think so. Besides—"

"……Um?"

He said confidently, "How do you know if you haven't tried it?"

I felt the corners of my brows twitching: "Mr. Wujo."

"Ok?"

"I'm serious, even if you're in love, you still have to 'try' when you get married?"

"Well——" Gojo Satoru put his left arm on the low table, then turned to me at a 45-degree angle, and asked, "Why don't you think it's not possible?"

"Of course it's because..."

Because marriage is not child's play?

"Because love is a screening for marriage, if love is not suitable, how can you get married?"

"But when they are in love, they look like a model couple who sings of love and wish to stay together day and night, and they may not be harmonious after marriage." Gojo Satoru said, "In fact, it is not uncommon to get married first and then develop a relationship, isn't it? ?”

I felt like I was being led away by him, so I quickly said: "This is not the topic we discussed at the beginning."

Gojo Satoru: "Well, everyone unilaterally accuses me, thinking that I am a man who has no relationship with love and marriage-as if they are going to secretly execute me, don't you think it is too much?"

Ao Tian, ​​who was the oldest present at the scene, was already a little bit drunk. He joked mercilessly, and jokes came out of his mouth endlessly: "That's right, this kid must be very popular with women, right? Hmm, I understand. Oh, I'm pretty good at judging people." He nodded and said, "However, people who are popular with women may not be suitable for marriage... Oh, don't look at me like that. "

I glanced at Gojo Satoru from the corner of my eye, and the latter still had a relaxed expression.

(I thought he would contradict Okuda's words.)

Okuda continued: "Listen well—people who are liked by women may not know how to like women."

"Huh?" Wujo Wuzheng, who was named, put one hand on his chin, waiting for the next sentence with great interest.

The young junior next to him whispered:

"Oh? Senior Okuda seems to have said something serious?"

"...Wait, this is a copy from Yuhei Hashima's movie, right? Don't pretend like you said it!"

"Hey, don't interrupt me. I remember the last part of the sentence is... By the way, it's 'the more you are loved by a woman, the more you have to be careful not to be loved by a woman'. How about it? Quite philosophical?" After Okuda finished speaking, he took another sip, "Ah--it's nice to be handsome, if it's me, it doesn't matter if I don't get the other's love, but I really want to be a handsome guy in my life. Once!"

"It's so cunning..." Even Kazama couldn't help complaining, "I already have a loving wife, isn't it just playing tricks like a winner?"

After Gojo Satoru listened, his expression turned into an intriguing smile.

The other party is too busy getting drunk, so it's not easy for us to intervene in their self-indulgent atmosphere.So I, Nanami, and Yizhi didn't speak, but as the person being ridiculed, Gojo Satoru just smiled meaningfully, and I was a little curious about what he was thinking.

Kazama patted Senior on the back, and then said to us: "He drank too much...don't take it to heart."

Just when I thought Gojo Satoru would be silent to the end, he suddenly affirmed him.

"Essentially right."

"Eh?" Kazama obviously thought of Okuda's long speech, and his expression brightened immediately.

As a result, Gojo Gojo asked knowingly and said: "The two things about 'looking good' and 'being popular with women' are completely correct."

The other people at the table immediately showed complex expressions of "So you just said these two compliments are right, and thought you were hit by other things".

As for why I can read the expressions on their faces...

Naturally, it was because our personnel were also speechless and silent, so they almost looked up at the sky.

What is this all about...

The overcooked meat slices were picked up by me and placed on the rice. The fragrant soup dripping from the top was tempting to move my index finger.I was about to take a bite, but the hair on the side was hanging down in the way, so I had to put down the chopsticks and search for the hair tie in my pocket.

The result was empty.

"what."

I subconsciously sent out a short sigh of emotion.

I came out today and changed into a coat without a scrunchie.

In the first half, I ate fried goods or skewered snacks, so I never thought about tying my hair up.Now it is inconvenient to hang your head down.Because the table is too short, I have to bend it down in a big arc, and I don’t want to lift the bowl. After all, there are people on the left and right sides, and it’s not good to touch them if I move too much.

"In the end."

Gojo Satoru called my name again, so I had to use my hand to get the loose hair on the left behind my ear, and then looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Hand out," he said.

... I don't know what this person is going to do.

Me: "...what are you doing?"

But he stretched out his hand and touched something slippery and cool in the next second... The feeling was a little familiar.

I subconsciously wanted to pull my hand back, but Gojo Satoru stopped him with a backhand—to be precise, he was held by his hand. In the noisy izakaya, the scope was narrowed down and narrowed down, until now the number of people at the table has not been cut off. Sometimes the voice of the conversation was light and sometimes loud, and finally Wujo Satoru and I felt like the inexplicable nervousness of someone pulling me to pass me a note in class.

I had no choice but to lower my head before he withdrew his hand.

He put his blindfold on me.

... He wears sunglasses all day today, so is the blindfold also on his body?

I really don't understand this person's intention: "...Mr. Gojo, why are you giving me the blindfold?"

Unexpectedly, he said, "You didn't bring a hair tie, did you? Use this."

I held the slippery blindfold in my hand and asked, "...what did you say?"

I thought I was hallucinating, but Gojo Satoru asked me to use his blindfold as a headband to tie my hair.

He seemed to think that I didn't understand, and even explained in detail: "Although it's not as comfortable to use as a hair rope, it can still make a living."

"No need." I said, "it's not that inconvenient, not to mention that this is what Mr. Gojo usually uses to cover his eyes. It's not good if I get it dirty." Pushed it back to him, but Gojo Satoru got up from the seat directly.

He stood up suddenly, everyone stared at him, and then he walked to the front desk with his cup in everyone's sight, and asked the waiter to change a clean cup.

Everyone thought he was just going to change the tableware, but the real insiders were only each other.

Gojo Satoru did it on purpose—forced his "kindness" on me, and didn't allow me to take it back.

Is it really domineering enough that only one side can accept it?

Why should I accept it?

I turned my head away, put his blindfold on his seat, and then held my hair with one hand and struggled to eat.

I wouldn't use his blindfold.

If it's a rubber band or whatever, I'm all for it.But in front of several colleagues, I can't do such a thing with Gojo Satoru's eyepatch.

After all, it was something he usually used to cover his eyes.

Did Wujo Satoru do it on purpose?I have no idea.

Maybe he was just out of kindness, but judging from the fact that he deliberately left the seat and didn't allow me to return the things to him-it didn't seem so innocent.

I thought to myself: He better not do it on purpose, because I'm not in the mood to pry into his inner thoughts.

After Gojo Satoru returned to his seat, I continued to eat in the current posture.As a result, my arm soon bumped into Nanami next to me, and I had no choice but to say: "Sorry, the length of my hair is a bit embarrassing...it's too easy to sweep my face."

Qihai: "It's nothing, it's you, it will be very hard to eat like this all the time. By the way..." Qihai seemed to think of something, he took out a few cowhide bands from his coat pocket, "It was originally intended to be used to bind documents , I didn’t expect it to come in handy here.”

I breathed a sigh of relief—it was much better than Gojo Satoru forcing me to plug the blindfold. I gratefully took a rubber band and tied the hair at the end loosely.

"This is much more convenient, thank you." I picked up my chopsticks again, and said along the way: "...I originally planned to go for a haircut in the next few days and cut my hair short. But it's not suitable to go out now... ..."

Qihai thought of my current situation, and said very understandingly: "Safety comes first."

Just when I was about to pick food again, Gojo Satoru’s voice cut in again, and he leaned close to me, without lowering his voice, and asked me directly: “——Why did you cut it short?”

I was not in a hurry to answer him, but first picked up the cooked meat that had dripped into the rice in the bowl and ate it.

However, Gojo Satoru's voice was too loud, and even the others looked towards me.

"What? Are you going to cut your hair short?"

One of them folded his arms and said, "Wouldn't it be a little cold to cut your hair short in winter?"

Kazama also seemed to be a little curious about this topic. He put a coat on Okuda who fell asleep after drinking (I don't know why he can't drink so badly), and asked me curiously: "Miss Ichie, do you want to cut your hair short?"

Facing everyone's attention and asking questions one after another, I chose to take out my phone and call up pictures to show them.

"I'm going to change my hairstyle. I'm tired of seeing this all the time." I leaned forward a little and got closer to the center of the table. Like a little conclave.I put my phone in the middle of the table, pointed to the picture and said, "By the way, I plan to dye my hair."

Kazama made a bold guess: "...are you planning to change your mood?"

"Well, it's about the same." I took my phone back, rolled up a small lock of my black hair with my hands, and said, "Dye it with a brighter color, which suits my mood better."

Kazama didn't think too much, just followed my words and asked: "Miss Yizhi was in a bad mood a while ago?"

I thought to myself: Not only is it bad, compared with now——

"It just sucks."