5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

After taking a comfortable hot bath, I came out of the bathroom refreshed. I was planning to jump directly into the bed to enjoy the comfortable softness, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who?" I had no choice but to grab my pajamas and put them on, then walked to the door.

At this time, it's the girls' dormitory again...couldn't it be Gojo Satoru?

My premonition came true, Gojo Satoru shouted at the door——

"It's me~"

I didn't open the door, just asked him: "What's the matter?"

"Aren't you going to open the door?"

Fortunately, it's through the door, otherwise he would definitely complain if he saw my weird expression.I took a breath and condemned his behavior: "Mr. Wujo, no matter how you say this is a dormitory for girls, what's more, it's not just me, your students also live here..."

Gojo Satoru, who doesn't play cards according to common sense, just stuck to the door and told me why he came.

"Your bug was not removed."

I was taken aback.

Then I rushed into the bathroom, found my suit jacket in the clothes basket, touched the pocket, and sure enough it was still inside.

I awkwardly walked to the door, opened the door, looked at the smiling Gojo Satoru, and handed him the things in my hand.My stiff expression eased slightly, and I said to him: "...Thank you, but you can call me and talk about this matter."

He took it and threw it into his pocket, and said, "I didn't come here to recycle this thing."

I don't feel good, and I thought to close the door now, but he just helped me, and it was too unreasonable to do so. Grabbing the gap because of me, Gojo Satoru said: "I didn't come here to let you thank me of."

Me: ... He obviously did a good thing, but why did I want to beat him up?It's a pity that in terms of force value, I have no chance to beat him in this life, so I can only think about it.

"Is there anything else?" I asked him patiently, "Is it work?"

"No, no, it's not feasible to intentionally divert the topic to other places." Gojo Satoru put his shoulders on the door frame very consciously, and had no intention of leaving, but he was very disciplined this time, and he didn't seem to want to go in the door on his own plan.

"Did I say that? I'm pursuing the end, so I just want to see you, can't I?"

I felt pain between my brows, and said, "...you're talking like this again, and considering the time and place, it's inappropriate."

"The time and place are up to you." He still replied in an egotistical style, "I can do it anytime."

I still couldn't help mocking him: "You're obviously a busy person, didn't you used to be busy every day?"

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to understand the meaning behind my words at all. His fearless spirit of looking forward is really admirable. He said: "Now as long as you come to me all the time, I have time—even if I don't have it, I can spare it." .”

I said earnestly: "That's not okay, there are still many places that need you. If you waste your precious time for me, won't I become a sinner in the magic world? Do you want me to die of shame and anger?" ?”

Gojo Satoru's minefield of dancing without a teacher made me deeply realize that he is a guy who is easy to provoke people inadvertently. If you are serious with him, you will lose.

The best way, of course, is to ignore it.

Although it looks pitiful, it can only be so.

not to mention……

"Okay, let's stop joking. I'm tired and want to rest." I politely chased away, "Thank you for the bug, there's nothing else to do today."

Gojo Satoru seemed to want to say something more, but my exhaustion was not fake, he must have seen it too, and not everyone was as energetic as him.

So he nodded and said, "See you tomorrow—"

I thought to myself that when I finally left, I would close the door, but Gojo Gojo held the door with one hand and blocked it, then poked out the Q version of his little head and said, "Good night~"

"……Good night."

I'm exhausted.

……

……

When I walked out of the dormitory, I saw something was placed by the door: a checkered paper pad was spread on the ground to prevent dust, and there was a carton of milk and a small bag of toast on it.In addition, there was a suspicious man with a height of 1.9 meters standing next to him.

"Suspicious man" said to me refreshingly: "Good morning——"

Then I took out two bottles of jam from my pocket and asked me: "Which do you like fruit jam or peanut butter? By the way, it is a comprehensive jam with three fruit flavors. It is perfect to pair with jam in a refreshing morning~"

Is this considered to be carrying private goods?

I felt that my temples started to hurt early in the morning. Feng Shui must be bad today. I closed my eyes and asked him: "So, what is this?"

"No matter how you look at it, it's a breakfast full of love."

Me: Is your request for love breakfast too rough?

But on second thought, do I still expect Gojo Satoru to cook for me himself?It's not that he can't do it, but it just feels like...he can't.

"Okay... so why this, um, milk and toast?"

"Do you not like it?"

"...It's not that I don't like it, it's just..." Why this?

"Yesterday morning." Gojo Satoru said, "You said the weather was perfect for eating bread, and today's weather is not the same as yesterday's." Gojo Satoru said so firmly that I doubt he really believed my nonsense.

I thought for a few seconds, and decided to expose the truth cruelly. I said, "That's just an excuse I just said casually because Mr. Gojo has been pestering me yesterday morning."

Gojo Satoru: "So you don't like to eat this?"

I do not like."

Gojo Gojo didn't seem to be affected at all, but he came up again and said, "What kind of food do you like to eat in the end? Tell me?"

I almost said it, but I suddenly came back to my senses - his series of actions couldn't be intentional, right?

Just to figure out what food I like?

Gojo Satoru: "If you don't tell me in the end, I can only choose the food for breakfast according to the weather... Well, why don't you buy a few cartons of milk first?"

I stared at his innocent smiling face with wide eyes, and cursed in my heart: Is this a threat?Leaving aside the question of whether I accept it or not, if it will be sunny every day in the future, won't he put milk and bread at the door every day?Is this a trap for catching small animals? ?

I said very reluctantly: "...I like Japanese food."

Gojo Satoru nodded with an "ohhh" and said, "What's the specifics? The scope of Japanese food is too big?"

"fish."

"What kind of fish?"

"Any kind is fine!" I was afraid that Gojo Satoru would continue to ask in this way, so I decided to finish it myself: "Besides, I don't like too sweet food, and I don't like things with too much cream." I After finishing speaking in one breath, he asked him, "Is it all right?"

"I see." Gojo Satoru smiled confidently, "Shall we go eat high-end cuisine tonight?"

I:……

hold back.

can not fight.

is the boss.

I can only smile and look at him with kindness——

"Are you...are you free at work?"

In the end, I picked up the breakfast given by Gojo Satoru, not because I was soft-hearted or anything else, but because the bastard said that if you don’t eat it, you have to throw it away, and he said: "I will also give it to you in the future. If you don’t eat it, you can just waste it, what a pity.”

I said, "Can't you just eat it yourself?"

Gojo Satoru innocently said, "I've already eaten."

I can't say no to him, so I can only express my stance with righteous words: "Thank you, I will eat today's. But in the future, you don't need to buy me breakfast again."

At this moment, I had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to stop him——

"If Mr. Wujo still wants to buy it, I will give it to others."

……

……

Yi Dizhi hadn't sat down for a few minutes when he saw Zhong Li coming with a bag of breakfast with a frosty face.She even brought a bottle of peanut butter. She just walked to the seat, opened the peanut butter, and said to Yi Dizhi: "Senior, you can use this bottle of peanut butter for bread in the morning."

Yidizhi: "Ah, thank you. But why do you suddenly want to buy such a big jar of peanut butter?"

He remembered that there was that kind of peanut butter in small packages. Could it be that she likes to eat this very much?

Finally, his hands trembled, and the sauce that was supposed to be spread on the bread was accidentally dipped too much.

"……Buy the wrong."

Yi Dizhi didn't think too much, but turned on the computer and told her about today's work.

He passed the document over, and after looking at it twice, he frowned: "The case of jumping from a building...hasn't it been handed over to other teams?"

"Yes." Yizhizhi began to explain, "This matter is still related to Hasegawa's mother and son. Do you still remember the psychological lecture that you and Mr. Nanami noticed when investigating Hasegawa Shota?"

"Is it 'Gambling Abuse'?"

People who have successfully quit gambling will share their stories in front of everyone, such as how they destroyed themselves before gambling, and how they returned to a normal life after quitting gambling.Through communication, on the one hand, they alert others, and on the other hand, they place a bright future in front of those who are still addicted to gambling, allowing them to spontaneously pursue a bright future.

"It doesn't matter whether it's useful or not." Yidizhi said, "Hasegawa's mother and son are all members of it."

Finally, he said coldly: "It's not uncommon for a family to have two gamblers. If Sachiko Hasegawa had developed a habit of spending money like water before he went bankrupt, after they had no money to squander, this would hasten their death." It’s a bad habit. And as far as I know, this Gambling Rehabilitation Meeting seems to be spontaneously organized by them, and they only need everyone to collectively pay for the venue rental fee, and it doesn’t need much money.”

"The way to join the club is not strict, and it can even be said to be too loose." Yidizhi said, "It's not so much a Gambling Abuse Association, it's more like a chat time at a bar party. As long as there are acquaintances to recommend, you don't even need to identify Identity. But the problem is..."

"what?"

"We don't have any suitable manpower here." Yidizhi sighed. "To be correct, we have already sent people to sneak in after we got the news. The problem is that we can't get on the topic at all."

"What does it mean?"

"Although it is said that gamblers are not necessarily wealthy or rich people, ordinary people have a lot of people who become addicted to gambling, but the members of this Gambling Abstinence Association are almost all rich people, Including people who used to be rich, but broke."

Yi Dizhi was indeed very troubled. Even if there was no danger in collecting information, it would be easy to be separated if it could not be integrated into the topic. At this time, it seemed that he had ulterior motives when he wanted to strike up a conversation.

"By the way, although it's called Gambling Abuse, it's not entirely focused on 'gambling'. Excessive squandering of money and pursuit of extravagant consumption, they seem to think that they are similar 'patients'."

"I understand." After hearing this, she was already [-] to [-]% sure, and she said, "I think I can try to sneak in and investigate."

Yi Dizhi didn't know her situation well, so when she saw her recommending herself, she subconsciously said "Huh?"

"Although it is considered rich and powerful, my family used to have a little money." Zhong Li said with a smile.

She tapped on her prosthetic limb and said, "The family is in a state of decline, and after being disabled, she is depressed, and she is deeply involved in gambling and high consumption. The ex-Miss Qianjin cannot extricate herself—how about this persona?"