5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"—Like it or hate it?" He drew a long tail, with a feeling that he didn't want to stop.

But he moved away from me and freed me from his oppression.I naturally escaped from the tension of being in control of the situation by him just now, and now I am no longer confused when asked by him.

Ambiguity is the best answer - anyway, in the end, you will use your actions to prove whether you like it or hate it.

Not to mention being bullied by him just now, I also became annoyed.

"You are so stubborn, think about this kind of thing yourself."

"Also, shouldn't I be praised for being considerate here?"

"Compared to these, have you made a reservation for the eel rice restaurant? Give me the address, anyway, I will drive."

A message came quickly on Line, which was bombarded with addresses and a series of emoticons.

There is also a bonus note: "Looking forward to your answer."

...What is this man.

……

……

The aroma of food filled us, floating on the unevenly grained wooden table.We tasted unagi rice in a certain store in Ginza. In addition to the unagi rice as the protagonist, there is also chawanmushi with minced eel. I also ordered a sliced ​​melon to understand.

Eel rice can barely be called sweet, and it should be a member of Gojo Satoru's recipe.

"It's been a long time since I had eel rice," he said. "I'm craving buttered potatoes now."

I glanced at his bowl, it was already half empty, "Wouldn't it cause indigestion if I eat it now?"

"How could butter potatoes have indigestion?" His eyes widened. "And matcha tofu and crepes—"

If he can eat it now, I still admire it.

"In a way, your stomach is invincible."

It is also a kind of happiness to be able to eat the food you like to your heart's content.

"Do you feel smooth at work?" He said, "I will be on duty for the first time soon, and you can ask me if you don't understand anything before then."

"You don't have to bother me." I said, "Mr. Yizhizhi is very responsible. I have already started the logistics-related work. Besides, aren't you very busy? It would be shameful to bother you with a small matter."

Gojo Satoru put on a "boring" expression, and pushed the pair of perforated sunglasses down a few inches: "I am a senior in terms of spells, and my strength is even better. Isn't it better to rely on me in the end?"

I admit that my heart was unavoidably moved when I heard him say this, but seeing his smiling expression, I dare not speculate on his attitude—I often feel that I don’t understand him.

"However, apart from the knowledge related to spells, what I am doing now is only some work that does not involve spells. Checking and submitting documents to the government and the police, communicating with organization personnel, arranging and deploying on-site manpower, etc. ...It's useless to find you, right?"

Gojo Satoru silently took a sip of the chawanmushi, and never mentioned the matter of asking him for advice. Instead, he spoke earnestly as if comforting a student.

"...You really learned a lot from Yidizhi."

"Really?" I said, "I want to use it quickly, too."

The freewheeling he showed made me really not understand his thoughts. So far, I still have a lot of things I want to say, but I can't find a suitable entry point.

...What exactly does he care about?I thought about it, and it could only be in the world he was in, the world where I didn't get involved at all, but was full of curses and sounds of despair, right?

I am still an ignorant junior groping in the dark about the world that his eyes see every day.

It is not enough to just have courage and passion. Courage and luck are also indispensable.

I hope I can find the answer in the college.

Even if it's just a little bit closer to him.

After all, it is too painful to be able to watch you only from far away.

He sighed in a regretful tone: "It would be great if Zhongli was my student, he must be a good boy who is hardworking, studious, obedient and sensible, and now the rebellious period of children comes late, and it is getting harder and harder to educate. "

"Come on, then I will report you for a crime."

"Ah, really," he said, "but instead of a suit, I want to know what it will be like to wear a college uniform in the end."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Yizhizhi used to be a student of a high school?"

"Why did you mention him suddenly? I don't remember the man's past so clearly."

"...Isn't he your junior?" Besides, do you remember women clearly?Doesn't this make me angry? ?

Forget it...he doesn't care if I'm angry or not.

"Let me tell you, as long as everyone behind me is my junior? I have no obligation to remember everything clearly. Also, Yidizhi's appearance concentration today is too high, right?"

"Who made me the only one besides him..." I stagnated again, I wanted to say "Aren't you the only one besides him".

I should finish this sentence fluently, stop here, and he will make a fuss again.

"Except for him? Only what?" Wujo Wuming asked knowingly.

He put down the tea bowl steaming spoon and waited for me to answer the answer he already knew. I thought it was okay at first, but when his eyes moved up, I was busy staring at the table, for fear of accidentally meeting his eyes.

"……only you."

"I know." He said, proudly propping up the sunglasses, "It can only be me."

I put down my chopsticks and took a sip of tea. Recently, all kinds of pressure have accumulated, and the burden on my stomach has increased a lot. I still feel that I am almost full when I have a lot left.

However, I was the one who proposed to eat eel rice, and the price is not cheap. Although he proposed to treat guests, will I make him feel uncomfortable if I waste too much?

...Then I'd better try to eat a little more.

I picked up another piece of meat covered in sauce and chewed hard.

He was almost finished eating, holding the cup in one hand, and sitting there casually dragging his chin with the other hand. I finally took a bite, and he suddenly said: "Although I felt it before, eating is really slow in the end." .It’s like trying to saw wood with a blunt saw, but the effect is very little. Both the side doing it and the side watching hope it will end happily.”

——appeared, Gojo Satoru's wonderful metaphor.

"...I'm mainly a little full."

Unexpectedly, I said it subconsciously, so I quickly looked at his expression.

"If you're full, stop here."

He didn't have any special reaction, and stood up: "I'm going to pay the bill, go to the door and wait for me."

I quickly took out a tissue to wipe my mouth clean, and even touched up my lipstick when I walked to the door.

The night wind blew my hair, and I was bored watching the street scene on the streets of Ginza when the lights were just on, and we drove away when he came out.

Since my family had an accident, I haven’t been to Ginza very much. Due to my economy, my consumption capacity has suddenly declined. I have to think twice about spending a little bit more. What I want to do is to draw a line with my past self.

I don't want to be emotional and end up making myself uncomfortable.

Now every time I come here, it's because he said he wanted to eat something, and then invited me to come with him. When I go out with him, my sense of security soars. These trivial concerns will be washed away by the joy of being with him.

"It's so cold." I was still wearing a professional suit, which was no longer enough to keep out the cold in the early winter of November. I didn't feel much when I was either indoors or in the car. Now I can't stand it after staying in the open air for a while. up.

"Mr. Wujo, it's so slow..."

The longer I stay here, the more irritable I become. Apart from the reasons just mentioned, there is also the last thing I want to happen—that is, meeting acquaintances in Ginza.

"—You, are you a branch?"

A voice that I was familiar with but couldn't tell right away sounded from behind, and before I could see the whole picture clearly, I heard another female voice.

"It's really a branch, what are you doing here?"