5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Before I met Gojo Satoru, I never thought that communicating with people was such an exhausting thing.

He can always turn every sentence into the style he likes to hear.

"Teach me." He raised his neck like a baby bird, and then supported his chin himself.His eyes were fixed on me, as if he was trying to dig out some secrets from my body, and was doing an advance exploration.

He said, "What is the correct answer?"

When he did this movement, the neck, Adam's apple, and relaxed curves came into view.

When lying on the pillow, I often see this imaginative scene.

I complained in my heart: Although at that time, I was no longer "thinking".Then again, at this time, I can still think about it...

Maybe I'm really just greedy for his beauty?This is really not a very humorous self-deprecating ah.

"What kind of strength, where is it, how long will it last--" Wujo Satoru became more and more detailed as he spoke. After all, he was never a person who was embarrassed by language.

But in order to prevent the topic from getting worse, I was about to speak to stop it, but Gojo Satoru snatched the right to speak before me.

"No, these are far from enough. Apart from the rules of physical contact, I want to know other 'right solutions'." After Gojo Satoru finished speaking, he complained by himself again: "How can I finally accept my pursuit? ?”

(Shouldn’t the correct answer be to think for yourself? Ask me what.)

At this time, I completely forgot that I wanted to break up with him.But the self-protection mechanism started instinctively, and I naturally chose to ignore his words.

I turned the car key, started the car, and looked straight ahead.

I said, "Mr. Gojo, please get up. You're blocking me from changing gears." It was basically a rephrasing of "stay away from me".

"Sometimes in the end, I will unconsciously use cunning ways to reject me." Gojo Satoru said sharply, "Usually it is about questions you don't like to answer." He let out a muffled grunt, and then returned to the position.

I said: "Since you know it's a question I don't like to answer, don't ask it, Mr. Gojo. Such a boss is not welcome in the modern workplace."

Gojo Satoru insisted: "This is an 'annoying' part that must exist in interpersonal communication. My original intention is to understand Moli a little bit better."

He is like a roller that will never be frustrated and will never stay in place. After I thought he was rejected so thoroughly by me, he should calm down for a few minutes, but he soon started a new round of questions——

"At the end," he said, "Which do you prefer, pants or skirts?"

"If it's you wearing it, it's a skirt."

"Oh, you like dresses?"

"I don't like it." I said.

Gojo Satoru swore: "Nonsense, half of your closet is full of skirts."

I:"……"

This is the problem speaking right?I don't know myself, how could he know.

With the thought that Gojo Satoru must have said it casually, I asked casually, "Then how many skirts do you think you have?"

"Ah..." Gojo Satoru made a long sound.I thought to myself that it was nonsense, but the man next to me raised his hand high like a primary school student, and the sun in the open-air parking lot shone through the front windshield and passed through his big hand.

He made a counting motion with his fingers, curled them up and let them go.

"There are eleven dresses, nine long skirts, and only two short skirts—" After finishing speaking, he made a very serious comment: "You really don't like short skirts."

My hand on the shift lever unconsciously clenched a little.

(The types and numbers can be remembered so clearly...Is this just a coincidence? No, it may have been said casually by him. How can it be confirmed now?)

The frustrated experience of Gojo Satoru reminds me all the time - don't delve into it, don't think too much, and the most important thing is not to be sentimental.

(Gojo Satoru just has a good memory.)

(I've seen it so many times, it's normal to remember, isn't it?)

(So, nothing to do with me.)

"Yeah." I regained my composure and sincerely praised:

"Mr. Gojo, you have a really good memory."

……

……

Before going back, we went to the dessert shop.Wujo Wu’s taste is unbelievably sweet. Although he can also eat other foods, the image of Gan Dang has long been deeply rooted in my heart.The car was parked right in front of the store, and I got out of the car and sat by the railing in front of the store to cool off.The car was too stuffy. Although the air conditioner was not turned on, it was nothing compared to the natural wind.

I saw a small red mark on my face through the car window.

"...Why hasn't it disappeared yet?" I muttered.

Then he cupped his face in his hands, trying to make a rough cold compress with his cool fingers.

When I stared at the car window, I realized that there seemed to be a pedestrian looking at me.Before I could find out what their eyes meant, someone called my name from behind.

"...Miss Yizhi?"

Behind me, boys and girls wearing Teidan high school uniforms are walking from a few meters away.

It was Lan and Yuanzi, and a short-haired girl they didn't know.

"It's really Miss Yizhi! What are you doing here?" Sonoko tilted her head slightly, as if she wanted to see my attire clearly today.Xiaolan next to me also nodded and greeted me.

"Good afternoon, are you planning to go home after school?" I nodded with a smile.

"Hmm! By the way, this is Shiliang from the same class..." Lan reached out and introduced the short-haired girl next to me.

The latter came out generously and told me heartily: "I am Shiliang Zhenchun, just call me Shiliang."

I watched them carry things in their hands, and before I could ask a question, Sonoko spoke first.

"We are preparing props for Christmas." She took out a cute reindeer-style hairpin from the paper bag, "Miss Yizhi, would you like to wear it?"

I was about to refuse: "I don't need to..."

Xiaolan next to me also took out the departure card from the paper bag, put it on by herself, and said to me happily: "It's really cute."

I:"……"

Someone set an example, so I had no choice but to let go of the hand covering my face and put on the arc hairpin. The two cloth reindeer ears on it are really cute, and other decorations in red and green are stacked together.

I managed to pull out a smile and asked, "...does it look good?"

"It's beautiful." Xiaolan first complimented her, but the joy became heavy and sticky in the next second.Not only her, even the other two girls next to her looked serious.

The short-haired girl named Shiliang took the lead and said to me, "Miss Yizhi, have you encountered any difficulties..."

"You are here."

Another voice came from behind.After a sound of footsteps, it was Yuya Mishima, the boy who once gave me a bouquet of roses and confessed to me.

He was carrying a lot of things, big and small, and I saw paper flowers, decorative wall stickers and the like from the part that was exposed from the bag.

"Why did you run away first... Has student Xishan left too?"

Yuanzi replied: "Xishan said that there is still something to do at home, so I will leave today."

Yuya Mishima's face turned into a rag after hearing this, but he didn't think too much about it in the end, and said, "...forget it, the purchases are not so detailed. Just remember to watch over the event when arranging the activities. He doesn't want to run away... One, Miss Yizhi?"

He belatedly noticed that I am such a big living person.Maybe it was because I was half sitting just now, so I was blocked by Yuanzi and the others who were standing, so he didn't see it.

Soon, his expression became as complicated and dignified as Sonoko and the others, and even stronger than theirs——

"Miss Yizhi, you...that..." His eyes fell on my clothes first, I still wore the clothes with a strong style, the skirt was very short, just a little below the thighs, and the kind that was close to the curve of the body .After deliberating on his words for a long time, the high school boy said, "...you look good today."

"Thanks." I bet he didn't mean to say that.

Not knowing what kind of struggle Mishima was fighting with himself, he quickly regained his strength, "No, what I want to ask is, Miss Kazue, your face..." Mishima seemed to be afraid that I would be hurt, and tried his best to find the most soothing one. Words, even using the most outrageous angles to help me explain, he said: "The face is..."

I:"……"

Talking to them just now, I don't even remember the red mark on my face that Gojo Satoru pinched.I went back in time in my mind, thinking that I was sitting on the fence by the street with my face covered, lowered my head (actually looking at the car window), and then looked around anxiously (actually because I felt the sight of passers-by, so look back at them)...

With my slightly exaggerated clothes today.

Combined with the sudden change in the expressions of the girls after I put down the face covered with my hands just now, it seems that the girl with short hair has a strong sense of justice, and she has already stepped forward half a step to ask me if I have encountered any difficulties.

Did they think that I was beaten, and I was sad here alone...

"I'm fine." I tried to reassure them with a smile.

After all, it would be too troublesome to really explain.

But my smile seemed to have the opposite effect, causing the youthful and righteous children to have reverse suspicions, especially Mishima, who once stood in the position of suitor, he thought I was forcing a smile— — came close to saying "wink if you get kidnapped" to me.

"Miss Yizhi, if you encounter any difficulties..." He paused, maybe because he felt that there was something wrong with his words, but he changed his words again and said: "If there is anything that needs my help, I will do my best .”

Me: "...I'm really fine. I just accidentally fell."

I just hope they don't continue to ask, saying that they fell by themselves, this topic will be over, right?

Mishima still had a worried expression on his face. He seemed to have sensed my intention to cover up the "true culprit", so he reluctantly said, "...Miss Yizhi, please be safe from now on."

I also nodded embarrassingly, and said "I will." Then I reached out to take off the reindeer hair ornament on my head and returned it to Yuanzi and the others.

At the same time, the door of the dessert shop was pushed open, and Gojo Satoru walked out with a large square packaging box in his left hand.He was still holding a paper cup in his right hand. He walked to me first, and stuck the paper cup in his hand on my cheek that was red from being pinched by him.

"I bought you a hot American style, let's apply it for a while."

Although I took it, I would not really use a hot coffee cup to cover my face.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Gojo Satoru took the initiative to admit his mistake: "I was too aggressive just now." He saw the extra hairpin on the top of my head and said, "When did you buy this?"

Me: "...not mine." I took it off and handed it to Sonoko.

Gojo Satoru was standing next to me. He glanced at the four high school students in uniform and asked me, "...is that someone you know again?"

Me: "...it's a long story."

Among them, Suzuki Sonoko, who was not affected by the current weird atmosphere, put a hand on his waist and asked, "Wait, what on Ms. Kazue's face...couldn't have been done by you?"

Gojo Satoru looked at his masterpiece and said confidently, "Yes."

The rest: "..."

Why is this man so proud?