5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

Gojo Satoru just turned his back to them, held up the paper bag containing the souvenirs in his hand to show off in front of me, and said, "Look, look, I got something good~" The beige paper bag also has a store name printed on it. In cursive script, he put the bag down in front of me, revealing the cherry-colored frosted wine bottle inside—it was plum wine.

"You want this?" he said. "Think about trading crepes with me?"

"Isn't this an agreement a few months ago? The deadline has already expired, Mr. Gojo."

"Then I will apply for an extension—"

As if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere just now, he directly intervened in it, splitting the terrible scene that made me feel tight and short of breath, and he didn't intend to give them a superfluous look at all.

His unwavering action gave me great courage.

Gojo Satoru still said to himself: "It's really cold at night, do you want to go back now?"

"Well, go back." I involuntarily leaned towards him, wanting him to block me.

Seeing that I wanted to leave the battle line, Sakita was the first to stand up and refused to let me go, but she kept repeating those sentences:

"Leaving without saying hello, isn't it inconsistent with your upbringing? What's more...won't you introduce your friends? Or are you in another relationship...?"

In the last few words, she accentuated the syllables, as if thinking that the ambiguity would traumatize me.

I've heard enough slanderous sentences over the years between me and Sakita that it's almost numb to me, but I hate that they're dragging Gojo Satoru down who just happened to be here .

Compared with insulting me, Sakita's behavior of using Gojo Satoru as a tool to attack me makes me more angry.

I was about to open my mouth to fight back, when I heard Wujo Wu lowered his head and whispered: "It seems that the person who came here was not kind?"

His raised eyebrows seemed to be watching a good show, but the next question fell to the ground.

"In the end."

"Ok?"

"—hate them?"

The answer is beyond doubt——

"Pretty nasty."

"Understood." For some reason, the smile on that childlike face deepened a bit.He stood up straight again and said, "Well, let me help you."

I only saw a flash in front of me, and then I was stuffed into my arms—don’t get me wrong, it was he who pushed the paper bag containing plum wine into my arms, then turned his head and used his back to block me firmly behind him.

A sense of security struck again, and even the air around him warmed up because of his actions.My mood suddenly recovered from the initial drop to the bottom, and I simply poked my head out from behind him and peeked at his expression.

Seeing Gojo Gojo, who called himself a Goodlookingguy, slowly took off the sunglasses that covered his handsome face, and cast a glance at the two of them with his eyes reflecting the light of the night light.

His melodious and full of ups and downs sounds to me at ordinary times is definitely the kind of ten-level beating, but when the object is changed to someone I hate, I can't wait to record it and listen to this classic quotation repeatedly before going to the case.

"I have no objection to the introduction, but it needs to be divided into objects-why do we waste time explaining with two insignificant people? In comparison, I would rather choose to answer a randomly selected questionnaire."

He pointed casually: "Also, you guys are really students at the same level...? That little brother is too old."

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……

Sakita's heart felt like being hit by a hundred cannonballs.

The reason came from the happy, even whispering duo in front of them. When Gojo Satoru came out of the store, she didn't see the side face clearly, but the other party immediately turned his back to them, blocking them with the posture of protecting anyone who saw him. In front of Zhongli, judging by his attitude, he should want to take her away directly.

But how does this work?

She hasn't seen a bad life in Yizhi, not only the appearance of her shivering in the night wind in a cheap suit, but this alone is not enough to satisfy her insatiable emptiness.Not to mention that the male partner still looks like he can't forget her at the moment. At first, she thought that she had the upper hand, but Masahiko Yamamoto's betrayal made her feel that her self-esteem was once again trampled on the ground——

And it was in front of the woman she hated the most.

The balance line between rationality and anger has finally collapsed. No matter who is standing on Yizhi's side, she is her enemy.

However, when the silver-haired young man turned around, Sakita saw his astonished face in his eyes full of divine light.

For such an extremely short second, she thought she was about to fall in love, but it made her anger even higher——

(Why, why would she have such a high-quality man by her side...)

(In contrast, the people around you are inferior!)

She was with Yamamoto for a very simple purpose - for money, and Yamamoto said that he would not marry her, but he could give her a good material life.

However, Yamamoto had confessed to her a long time ago.

"—I have a fetish, and what I like is a woman like Ichie-san."

Even though he had been away for many years, when he saw him today, he still couldn't forget Yi Zhi Li.

Jealousy is an unreasonable vine, a barb that can grow without logic, her jealousy towards Yizhi comes from all aspects, and now, the most intense is——

(Why, why can she find such a good man even if she lost a leg? And I want to pay attention to a pervert?)

This is an unreasonable and confusing accusation.

Yizhi hid behind him, cautiously sticking his head out like a mushroom in the shade, holding the paper bag in his arms, as well-behaved as a tamed animal.

Her extremely small body immediately highlighted how exaggerated her male partner's length was, only then did Sakita realize that he was not only outstanding in appearance, but also in height, just standing there was full of "different" few words.

"Let's go, I still have a show I want to watch tonight." The young man has no interest in entangled with them, he seems to have known that Zhongli is poking around behind him, so he simply raised his arms and used the palm of his hand like a cat. It covered her head, and even stroked it twice.

Skillful and friendly.

Yizhi complained softly: "...No, I want to sleep, can't you watch the video tomorrow?"

"But I'm busy."

Listening to their interaction as if there was no one else present, Sakita took a deep breath and pressed his nails against his chin—no matter how good a man is, he is not his own.

"Could it be that... sir is a classmate's meal ticket? I heard that some women will have multiple male companions at the same time according to the situation, to buy meals, to buy bags..." She said so complacently, completely forgetting her situation until Yamamoto next to him gave her an impatient look and interrupted her.

"Don't talk about it, what kind of woman do you think Yizhi is?" He frowned. He didn't speak just now because he was looking at the information about Yizhi's male companion who suddenly appeared. Although Sakita spent extravagant money, but She didn't know the prices of men's goods and clothing.

But he could tell at a glance that the other party was not wearing cheap clothes.

Although he defended it with his mouth, he didn't think so in his heart.

(After all, didn’t he still choose a rich man?)

(However, there is only one classmate who can tempt me, so I will forgive her.)

(This person doesn’t seem to be generous at all. If it were me, I would definitely not let Yizhi wear a cheap and ugly suit to eat with me. For Yizhi, who is as beautiful and noble as a doll, I would pay attention to expensive skirts and jewelry I bought it without blinking, and used it to dress her up to my heart's content.)

(Her incomplete beauty is unparalleled in the world, and vulgar people must be incomprehensible. Only I am the best classmate of Yizhi.)

Masahiko Yamamoto stopped Sakita with his hands, and then took two steps forward.

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"gentlemen."

Gojo Satoru looked at this elite man who was at least a head and a half shorter than him, and his unabashed gaze on Yizhi was as cold as a deeply obsessed wraith.

He raised his chin: "Is there anything else to say?"

"You misunderstood, what I want to say is, sir, you don't understand the incomplete beauty of a classmate at all, just like Venus with a broken arm, connecting her with all artificial limbs is an insult to this beauty bestowed by God .”

Gojo Satoru, who had a hippie smile on his face, suppressed his expression.

"You guy... do you know what you are talking about? Let me ask in advance, did you have a drink today?" He said, "This will determine my next behavior. I suggest you answer carefully, and I will give you Three seconds, three—”

However, when it comes to his sexual fetish, Yamamoto is full of desire to confide: "Ichie-san is the most perfect woman I have ever seen."

"two--"

"If you can't comprehend the radiance of beauty in her—"

"one--"

"Also please leave her side and let me tell you her beauty."

"Zero." Gojo Satoru rarely showed a speechless expression. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Now I fully understand that you are a self-inflicted idiot and that you can't understand human speech."

He stuffed the sunglasses into one of his trembling hands and asked, "Is this guy sure to be an enemy? Is it the guy you don't want to see the most, what's the most hated guy?"

After thinking for only half a second, he replied, "...Second?"

"It seems that we are not too bad today." Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue, "It's like playing a shooting game at a temple fair. What I'm going to do next is the act of 'concentrating the rubber bullets hard on the second prize'."

"The specific implementation method... well, for example, punching him on the jaw and causing a fracture, and then beating his abdomen hard, making him kneel down and beg for your forgiveness... This may be too detailed, so let me keep it simple explain--"

I haven't had time to say "wait this is too violent I don't support you doing it in public but if you can please sack this bastard in a no-man's alley and invite me to participate in this much more interesting Sportsman better give me a baseball bat thank you" sentence.

It was interrupted by Wujo Satoru's sonorous and powerful summary:

"—Anyway, I'm going to beat him up now, is it okay?"

......

......

My heart was pounding.

Gojo Satoru's suggestion is deeply in my heart, I can't wait to see him put it into action immediately, and I also believe that he can really do it-for example, beating the other party half to death, I have to admit that when I heard Heartbroken.

To be honest, the psychological obstacle that Yamamoto caused me was not so much fear as disgust, and the despair of being unfit for action and helpless at the time.

... It's too shameful to let others stand in front of me, let alone let people who have favored me get their hands dirty, which I don't want to see.

"Listen to me—" I waved at Gojo Satoru, "Now, follow me out of here."

"...?" He seemed to have heard something unbelievable, and looked at me in astonishment and disbelief, "What are you talking about..."

"Something interesting to show you," I said, "but don't sue."

Seeing that I was really not joking, he said, "What are you going to do?"

"Now please leave with me." I said, "Can I pull you?"

So under the complicated eyes of everyone, I dragged him and ran into the alley at the corner behind them. From their point of view, I might have fled in despair.

I hid behind the wall and looked furtively at their receding figures, and then followed.

Gojo Satoru grabbed my collar from behind, and I felt that he could lift me up like a chicken with just a little force.

"Do you still want to catch up?"

I nodded, motioning for him to follow me, and as I walked, I took a paper knife out of my bag and pushed the end out a little.

"While I'm not a Disney princess, I do have a little kooky ability...and it's not all that wonderful."

At the front corner, the distance was just right, I hid behind the wall, and then rolled up my trouser legs, thanks to the slightly larger size of the suit, which allowed me to roll the trousers to my thighs effortlessly, and did not forget to ask me companion:

"Tell me in advance, absolutely, don't stop me—"

Taking a deep breath, I thrust the blade hard into the skin of my thigh.