5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

"...Forgive me for talking too much." Shiliang raised her hand, and she stepped forward bravely between the two teams, as if forming a human-shaped boundary river, "What's the relationship between you two?"

I naturally rushed to answer and said, "It's a colleague."

Mishima accidentally shouted out the truth——

"Doing such a heavy hand to a colleague?!?" Then, the boy's eyes became deep and complicated, and after a few seconds he pursed his lips, and said: "Miss Yizhi just said that she fell and injured herself...in fact, she was covering him up." Bar?"

Mao Lilan, who has a strong sense of justice, is also aware of the twists and turns, and looks at Wujo Satoru with a more eccentric, even a little bit of hostility.

I rubbed between my brows, although I am very grateful for everyone's concern, but now I just hope they don't get into this matter anymore...

In order to prevent things from becoming more and more strange, and accidentally turning into a Shura field that shouldn't appear.I said frankly: "...This was an accident. Although I don't know what you think now, it's really not like that."

Hearing my serious explanation, Gojo Satoru, the culprit, let out a "poof..." laugh.

Holding that cup of hot coffee, if the black lines above my head could materialize, I would probably have hung up seven or eight lines to express my speechlessness.

I responded with a smile: "I was just being teased by 'an adult who is obviously not young but still immature and dying of no cure', so it's really nothing."

Maybe it was the shabby appearance of me gnashing my teeth and trying to squeeze out a smile, which made the girls in front of me feel a little bit. Among them, the girl named Shiliang retreated back to her original position, apparently already understood the "misunderstanding" ".

Gojo Satoru coughed, and said in a solemn voice, "Just to remind you - I still have the right to say how much your salary is."

"...This is a workplace threat."

Mishima at the side cast a concerned glance at me, and said righteously: "Miss Kazue, if someone forces you to do something against your will, you can take legal means..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuanzi stopped him by pressing his shoulders. Yuanzi shook his head at him and sent a signal of "Stop talking, don't you know how to read the atmosphere?"

Mishima, who came back to his senses, took another step back, but his eyes were still rolling around Gojo Satoru and me.He seemed to want to say something to me, but he didn't think of it yet.

"These kids still look like students." Seeing their school uniforms, Gojo Satoru said, then turned his face, took off his sunglasses a little bit, revealing his shining eyes, and asked, "The ones in your hands, A prop for Christmas?"

"Ah? Yes." Sonoko answered first.

"That's right, Christmas is only a few days away." Gojo Satoru said to himself, "My students are also looking forward to it?"

Mao Lilan captured the key words: "Hey...'my student'?"

Gojo Satoru rested his fingers on the frame of the sunglasses, with a smile in his eyes——

"I'm a teacher. Wait, what kind of expressions are you guys showing...I'm a teacher who is loved by students, and I can attest to it, right?"

"Yeah, aside from being really popular with the students..." I took a sip of my hot coffee and said, "It's hard to believe, but he's a teacher."

Not surprisingly, I think they must all be thinking "... how magical".

Although it is said that people cannot be easily judged by their appearance, Gojo Satoru has an extremely erratic temperament, like the lightness of jumping and jumping on the soft flowers and grass, but his language is mixed with a natural frivolity.

——It's hard for people to connect him with the impression of "teacher".

"Miss Yizhi." Mishima, who hadn't spoken just now, took a half step forward and asked me shyly, "Are you free on Christmas day...I want to invite you to my house...Well, my sister said she wanted to see you very much."

I didn't expect Mishima to bring up this matter suddenly, I subconsciously wanted to refuse, and then someone took a step ahead.

"—sorry sorry, she certainly doesn't have time for Christmas."

Gojo Satoru also took a step forward to meet Mishima face to face, and made an "X" to him to express his disapproval. The funny thing was that he was still holding a pink cake carton in his hand.

Unconvinced, Mishima said, "You didn't decide this, did you?"

Gojo Satoru: "She has a job that day."

After finishing speaking, he cast a glance at me, which clearly meant that my time had been booked in advance by him.Not only am I not angry at Gojo Satoru's self-assertion, I even find it a little funny.

what is this?800 years late for food protection?

Anyway, that day I had already decided to be alone for a day, and other people's holidays had nothing to do with me.

(Whatever he says, it has nothing to do with me anyway.)

Mishima, who was still unwilling to give up, struggled, and said to me: "If Ms. Yizhi finishes work that day, you can call me... My sister and I will be waiting for you." When he mentioned his sister, he calmed down. Said: "She really wants to meet you, and wants to thank you once. The bouquet of flowers that she gave you at the wedding last time was also chosen for me..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him: "Wait, what flower?"

me."

Gojo Satoru didn't look at Mishima at all, he just asked me, "Is that the bouquet of roses?"

I nodded.

It seems that Gojo Satoru also remembered, that night I held the bouquet of roses that Mishima gave me, and waited for him in the snowy night. In the end, I gave up the bouquet of roses and chose him.Now it seems that I may really have no investment talent. Whether I choose one of the two or give up the choice, I did not choose the right one.

Mishima's complexion changed suddenly—why Gojo Satoru knew about the roses he sent, it was hard for him not to think about other things.

"So it was you who sent it." Gojo Satoru said, "What a pity."

He didn't say what regret it was, but Mishima frowned anyway.

what is this?

The former suitor and (what can only be said to be tentative) current suitor collide.

In the past, I might have been extremely embarrassed by this scene, wishing to find a hole in the ground and go directly into the world to evaporate.But now, I feel calm in my heart, even the wind can't blow a ripple.

If I have to say it... because I don't believe in Gojo Satoru. In my opinion, he is only a 3-minute hotness, and he will soon forget about it. Therefore, I don't worry about them running into a fake Shura field. How can you embarrass me?

At this end, they are still talking.

Gojo Satoru pointed to the school badge on Mishima's clothes and said, "High school students are forbidden to fall in love."

Yuanzi next to him: "...How can there be such a rule? Besides, you are not a teacher in our school, are you?"

Mishima: "So, Ichigo-san said that there is someone she likes...isn't it an excuse to reject me?"

Under his bitter question, I also fell silent.

"It's true." I said, "At that time, there were indeed people I liked."

At this moment, I lowered my head, unaware that the two men beside me, after hearing this sentence, one rose brightly and the other sank into darkness.

I went on to say, "Not anymore."

The boy suddenly raised his head, said "Hey", and said, "Yeah, that is to say, now..."

I don't like giving people false hope.

I shook my head and said, "I have no plans for that at the moment."

Even if there are, they are selected according to the standard of marriage-I will not say this, it is too far away for a high school boy, and it is not very realistic.

The atmosphere seems to be messed up by me.

I said, "Sorry."

That's how everyone left.

……

……

On the way back, we were silent all the way—no, it should be said that Gojo Satoru kept saying some scattered sentences between interesting and not interesting. , I feel that the soul is going to be hooked out of his ears by him.

I first went back and changed clothes, then went straight to the office.Today's investigation still yielded a lot, mainly about the "doctor".

"The doctor, the father and daughter of Yamashiro, and President Kawaguchi should all be included in the focus of observation."

After hearing my suggestion, Yidizhi showed embarrassment and asked in a weak voice: "But we don't know anything about the doctor's name or personal information, do we?"

"I've seen him in the same hospital. But I'm not sure if he's a hospitalized patient or something else..." I said the name of the hospital, and the approximate time of my admission, hoping it can also be used as a (relatively) clue.

"I see." He nodded.

Gojo Satoru left after the oral explanation. I insisted on staying to sort out the work content, so I spent a few hours in the office without Gojo Satoru's free time.

The air is so fresh and quiet that people are not used to it.

After finishing my work, I bid farewell to Yizhizhi and went to the cafeteria.Coincidentally, Gojo Satoru's students are also here.

"It's a first grader..."

Next to Maki and Panda, I also saw a child I had never seen before.

That child is Yi Gu, right?

"Miss Yizhi." The panda saw me, and showed kindness on that smiling face. He stretched out his paw and waved it from a distance. That appearance is indeed cute enough to dispel the unhappiness in people's hearts. He asked: " Want to be together?"

"Okay, let me order a meal first."

Among the first-grade children, Goumaki is not here today. When I asked, Maki told me: "He has a cold, and he asked for leave today to rest in the dormitory."

"If you catch a cold this season, you should pay attention to keeping warm." I frowned and said, "Otherwise, the condition may get worse. Has he taken any medicine?"

"Eat." Yi Gu said, "Just after he came out of his dormitory, he has already fallen asleep. I will probably visit him again in the evening to urge him to take his medicine."

I wondered: "Is Goujuan very resistant to taking medicine?"

"No." Panda told me, "It's just that Ji feels uncomfortable under the quilt by himself, so it's better to go and see him?"

I agree with this point.

When you are sick, if you get the care of your companions, the healing effect will be doubled, right?I believe that there is no one who doesn't like to be cared and cared for by others. Human beings are creatures that draw strength from their feelings-this can be seen from the magician.

"By the way. Let me ask quietly..." The panda raised its front paw to its mouth mysteriously, "Did Miss Yizhi and Wu fight?"

"……quarrel?"

"do not have it?"

I put down the spoon and thought to myself: Is that a quarrel?

In the beginning, I was only angry on one side, and Gojo Satoru seemed to be simply accepting my anger—in retrospect, I also knew that I was a little too much.However, what I want is to cut the mess quickly and make him avoid me, but now it is obviously counterproductive, Gojo Satoru seems to be more active.

So, I replied hesitantly: "...it shouldn't be considered a quarrel."

Maki also asked, "Then don't you hate that idiot?"

Yi Gu: "Well, I'm also a teacher for the time being..."

That's when I felt something was wrong. Why did they suddenly bring this up?Students will never be aimless, what is the reason for them to send their attention to me?There has to be an opportunity, right?

I asked, "Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?" I don't think Gojo Satoru said anything to them - I just intuitively believed he wouldn't do that.

Panda: "Because you voted for Wu on Line, didn't you? And you didn't tick Anonymous."

I didn't expect the reason for my exposure to be so weird, but I still said stubbornly: "I remember that pandas don't have mobile phones... and isn't that Line group limited to women? Why do panda students know?"

"...I don't need to study this one carefully." Under the black fur, the panda's small eyes looked very cute. He asked, "So is there any conflict with Wu?"

Maki gave her own opinion on the sidelines: "Can't we simply hate him?"

Yi Gu thought for a while, and agreed: "It's also possible."

"...not to the point of 'disgusting'."

In the end, I chose to express my own thoughts. Most of the changes in my feelings for Gojo Satoru come from the changes in "sense of distance".

"Mr. Gojo, he doesn't seem to be able to deliberately control the 'sense of distance'." I said, "This point occasionally makes people feel troubled, so this is the reason why I vote against him, not because I like it. Or hate, it's just a judgment based on this factor."

Maki half-understood and said: "It is true that sometimes people are unpredictable. The relationship between superiors and subordinates, teacher-student relationship, and class relationship seems to be sometimes clear and sometimes blurred."

But Yi Gu seems to understand what I mean, he said: "Because the content of the list is 'marriage' and 'love', so this kind of elusiveness will make the woman feel very subtle, right?"

Panda nodded: "I see."

Yi Gu's explanation seems to have been fully affirmed by everyone, and the small-scale rumors of "I hate Wujo Wu" have come to an end.

Yes, I don't hate him—

I just don't like it.

The "sense of distance" is the most easily misunderstood. If you get closer to people, you will definitely have liking and admiration that you shouldn't have.

When you realize that he is the same distance to most people, it is time to wake up from the dream.

"Ah, so I'm not a special case."

— It is not too late to understand this matter.

"I'm full." I put down the bowls and chopsticks and put them in the tray, stood up and said goodbye to them.

Before I left, I remembered the pile of DVDs Gojo Satoru gave me, so I asked, "By the way... do you know where I can watch DVDs?"

"The basement."

On the way back, I bought a carton of milk and drank it while thinking.

If Gojo Satoru really liked someone, how different would his distance from that person be from others?

I'm just purely curious, and I kind of want to see such a scene.

How far must one go to become a "special" existence.

……

……

After I went back, I fell asleep and turned over on the bed many times, and my tiredness quickly faded away.But I thought I only slept for a short while, and it was already past nine o'clock when I turned on the phone.At this time, I had no sleepiness at all. After I got up and splashed cold water on my face, I read a book for a while, but I still didn't feel sleepy.

On the phone, there are several Wutiaowu messages, all of which are unimportant. I think it's ten o'clock now, so I haven't replied.

I slept too much just now, and now I can't fall asleep anyway.I got up and changed, and decided to go downstairs to the place where they told me I could watch DVDs to let off steam.

"Find a shorter movie...you can go to sleep after watching it."

I rummaged through the paper bag for a long time, but being completely unfamiliar with movies, I didn't know which genres I liked, so I just picked a few at random and took them with me.

Night Breeze is even more sobering. I walked all the way to the room they told me. The door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as I twisted it.

However, the TV in the room was on, playing a movie.

Gojo Satoru's eye-catching hair came into my eyes—he was sitting on the sofa at the moment, and when he heard me open the door, he had already turned around, his arms resting on the sofa and looking at me, his eyes widening in the room where the lights were not turned on and only the TV drama light was on. Invention is bright and eye-catching.

"Excuse me, since someone is using it, I'm leaving..."

Almost as soon as I said these words, Gojo Satoru turned over from the sofa, rushed to the door and held the door in two big strides, and my movement to close the door was immediately stopped by him.

"Wait." Gojo Satoru said he didn't mind my running away at all, and said to me, "Shall we watch a movie together?"

I shook my head.

I think it's good to go back and continue to suffer from insomnia.

"But I've been waiting for you here for a long time." Wujo Satoru said, his tone was so sincere that I almost believed he was telling the truth.

"...Please stop joking." I said, "Mr. Gojo just happened to meet me, and it's impossible for him to wait for me here."

Gojo Satoru seemed to see my irreversible thoughts about "he can't wait for me", and he didn't insist on correcting my thoughts, but quickly moved on to the next topic——

"So, do you want to watch a movie together?" Like a magic trick, he took out several discs with his right hand, all of which I didn't have. He tapped the box with his fingers and said, "This is New product."

At this time, I noticed that the words written on the box seemed to have the same name as a novel I liked.

"... Has it been adapted into a movie?"

Seeing my wavering, Gojo Satoru continued to invite me enthusiastically, and gave me a bunch of reasons, all he had to do was use up his promotion and salary increase. Out of his love for this novel, and the fact that the cast had seen It looks good, I still compromised to my **——

"...Then just watch this one."

Wujo Gojo happily went to change the film.

It was a bit cold at night, I hugged my legs and curled up in a corner of the sofa, waiting for the movie to start playing.The light from the TV is the only light source in this room, and I don't want to turn on the light, so watching movies will be more atmospheric.

It also allows me to focus on the movie without being distracted by Gojo Satoru.

The opening credits of the movie just sounded, the girl in the red dress was twirling happily on the grass, the wind hit her young and immature face, I tried to immerse myself in the world of the movie, and I didn’t even notice that the people beside me got up Yeah, didn't watch the movie at all.

Just as I was about to adjust my sitting posture to make myself more comfortable, Gojo Satoru's voice came over my ears.

"this is for you."

He takes the pink carton from the mini-fridge—I recognize it's the one he bought at the dessert shop this afternoon.Gojo Satoru opened it and pushed it in front of me.

It was a piece of sliced ​​strawberry cake, with ruddy strawberries on top of the head, and the cream below reflected the light in the room, turning it into a cold white-gray.

"I don't eat sweets..."

"Let's try it." Wujo Satoru didn't give me the room to refuse, he directly rushed ahead of me.

I clearly remember that I said that I don't like things that are too sweet...

...has he forgotten?Or did he not remember at all?

Before I was overwhelmed by chaos and frustration again, the person next to me said: "Not very sweet, I've tried. You said just 'slightly sweet' is acceptable right? Just don't like overly sweet food .”

Gojo Satoru blocked all my words, but what he said was true.

But I didn't understand his intention, so I just looked at him.

"How about a sip?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to be setting an example for me. He scooped out a small piece of cake with a small spoon, and the cake as soft as a sponge was quickly swallowed by him, with satisfaction evident on his expression.

I had to do the same, only the piece I cut was smaller.

The sweet taste touched the tip of the tongue and spread quickly. Indeed, as he said, it wasn't overly sweet, and the overall taste was much more refreshing than the usual cakes.

"how?"

I put down the spoon and said, "...it's delicious, and the sweetness is just right."

Gojo Satoru had already set his hands on the strawberries on the top, and he still didn't forget to answer my question: "Because it's made to order, and more fruits are added."

No wonder the sweetness is much lighter than the usual commercial cakes.

In this silent space, I ate the cake with small bites.

"This level of 'sweetness' is just right for you." Gojo Satoru's voice was nasal because he was speaking with a spoon in his mouth. He said, "This is practice."

"……practise?"

"If you divide the level into ten levels, you should start practicing from the first level of sweetness." Wujo Satoru started to split the teaching for some reason. He was watching the scene on TV like me, but now he turned his head Come on, we keep a safe distance between us, but I somehow feel that we are very close.

He said: "Start adapting from the first level, and gradually become used to the second and third levels... The relationship and distance between people are the same. Whether it is repairing or rebuilding, they all start to get closer and rebound from the farthest distance. , and tighten tighter next time—”

I fiddled with the cake in my hand and asked, "So?"

"It will let you get used to it slowly." Gojo Satoru said, "Whether it's sweetness or distance—"

My tongue was astringent, and I poked out a small piece of cake and put it in my mouth.

Savor the soft yet hearty sweetness.

He said: "However, it's not entirely for this reason that I want to buy sweets... I have been drinking very bitter coffee all the time."

"It's really too bitter."

"—Occasionally, eat something sweet."