5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

In order to save commuting time to the greatest extent, I made a decision.

I had the cheek to ask Gojo Satoru if he could let me stay in the college for a while longer.

When Gojo Wujo heard it for the first time, he didn’t fully understand my motives. He said inexplicably, “Aren’t you going to stay for an extra week?”

I shook my head and started explaining to him that I wanted to save more time preparing for the exam.

"The time saved from commuting to get off work every day can be used to prepare for the exam." I said to him confidently and confidently: "Can I apply to live in the college for a while?"

"My side is very welcome." Gojo Satoru said without hesitation, "But I also have requests."

"what?"

"We each have a key."

Because I lost the key before, and then re-arranged the lock, I was only given one key for the dormitory, and there was still no backup. Gojo Satoru this time proposed to use my key for pairing and keep one for himself.

I did not refuse.

After all, generally speaking, there are two keys in the dormitory, one is for the student, and the other is put away for later use, just as a spare key for him.What's more, having learned from the previous experience, leaving a key with him is not a bad thing.

"I understand."

"But, I thought you would quit your job and concentrate on preparing for the exam." Gojo Satoru said, "Isn't it better?"

"Salary matters too."

I make the sound of a social animal.

Although my family left me a lot of money, as long as I don't spend too much, I can still live comfortably, but who would think too much money?

"I plan to prepare for the exam while going to work. The deadline is one month or one and a half months, and then I will resign and concentrate on preparing for the exam."

Speaking of this, I thought of another very practical question, and I said: "If I fail the exam, can I continue to work here?"

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to expect that I would issue such an ominous forecast, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and mercilessly mocked:

"I can still arrange these things. But after failing the exam and coming back again, I always feel very inferior."

"……Too."

Then, there is the boring test preparation life.

...that's how it should be.

I didn't realize how much of a nightmare I was having with thinking that Gojo Satoru should have a key for granted.

It was normal at first, sometimes he would bring dinner over to eat with me, and then leave after eating, and there was no other follow-up action, but then he gradually made progress——

"Eh? No way, the signal in your room is better."

"By the way, I want to observe the stars tonight, so I have to borrow a room here."

"Yidizhi is looking for me, so let me hide for a while."

... and so on, there are endless excuses left behind.

Then he stayed until I was about to rest and go to sleep, and he was willing to leave, but when he stayed, he played by the side most of the time, and would come over to make trouble for me from time to time. I wondered if Gojo Satoru did it on purpose, but as long as I showed signs of getting angry and chasing people away, so he immediately straightened his sitting posture, stretched his hand over his mouth and made a gesture of zipping, indicating that he would be quiet.

Later, I didn't bother to listen to him say these reasons. I only regretted that I didn't raise my vigilance at the beginning and stopped him from the door.

Same today—

"...So are you going to watch the stars or hide from people tonight?"

I opened the door and saw Gojo Satoru holding a fragrant paper bag in his arms. Judging from the smell, it should be freshly baked products.A plastic bag from a convenience store is hung on his arm, and a bag containing drinks is held in his right hand.

Under the black eyepatch is a confident smile that has succeeded in a trick, and that expression somewhat makes one want to punch him.

"Neither. I'm here to give you a loving dinner~"

Gojo Satoru walked in with a calm expression, put the things on the table next to him, and happily shared the food he bought with me.

"Speaking of which, why do you come to me every day?" I finally asked this doubt.

"Need any reason?"

...Then don't make excuses not to leave every time.

"I'll come if I want to. I want to see my lovely girlfriend more."

What he said was so natural that I wondered if I really promised him this matter.

I frowned and retorted: "...No, I haven't promised to be your girlfriend yet."

However, the man exclaimed instead——

"Huh? Is that so? I thought I was already Zhongli's boyfriend, so hurt."

Me: "...don't you think you've been climbing too far lately?"

However, Gojo Satoru carried out his usual style, waved his hand and said, "No, no, you didn't drive me away."

This guy, the villain should sue first?

I widened my eyes and was about to refute him, but he stuffed a piece of soft bread into my hand, and the aroma rose up all of a sudden.

"Try this, I'm sure I'll like it eventually."

I guess he must be in a state where his eyes are shining now.

I dubiously held the paper bag, and then took a small bite, it tasted really good.

I looked at the table, and besides the fluffy and fragrant bread, there were two glasses of drinks with no discernible contents.

He raised the paper cup with both hands, one left and one right, his expression suddenly became serious, and he said: "This is terrible."

I lowered my hand holding the bread slightly, and seeing his serious face, I raised my heart and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru handed the two paper cups to me with a serious face——

"I tore off the label paper, and I don't know what's inside."

"You don't need to put on an expression that the earth is about to be destroyed when you say something of this magnitude."

I hurriedly chewed a mouthful of the fluffy and soft bread, feeling overwhelmed by the fact that I was seriously worried for two seconds because of his dignified expression.

"Should you remember which flavor you bought? It's a choice anyway."

He put away the two sealed paper cups with no visible difference, knocked on the table, then sat down and put his face on the table, like a puddle of melted cotton candy, making a bewildered sound of "uh--".

"I don't remember."

Deceiving.

I ate the bread quickly and scrunched up the wrapper.

I recently found out that he's really, really good in the head, so good it hurts me a little.

He estimated that it took only one or two hours before and after he bought the things. It is really unbelievable to say that he does not remember what he bought.

After noticing my complicated gaze, this person immediately made a fuss——

"Your eyes are full of suspicion...then there's nothing you can do, let's choose in the end." He immediately stood up straight from the limp cotton candy state, handed me the straw, and said, "You choose, I'll drink what you choose, and the rest of the cup will be yours, how about that?"

Hmm... looks like there's nothing wrong with that.

Besides, it's just a drink, am I overthinking it?

"Then this cup." I casually pointed to a cup.

Gojo Satoru took out the straw from the bag and inserted it, took a big gulp, and then said "Oh?"

"It's black currant." After he finished drinking, he held up his glass and told me the conclusion.

So I inserted another cup into the straw, and took a big sip in the same way——

The irritating citric acid taste seemed to crawl into my brain along my tongue. Before my brain could respond, my body gave feedback. My brows were tightened tightly, my eyes were closed, and I even squeezed out because of too much force. A few tears came, and I suspected that my mouth became "w" because of the acid.

——This is too sour!Literally squeezed lemons!No, this is lemon juice!

I struggled to put the cup of culprit aside, and Wujo Wu's "poof" laughter came from my ears.

It felt like my tongue was about to be scraped off. I stuck out half of my tongue, and before I could touch the tissue, I felt the heat on my face.

He stretched out his hand, wiped away the two tears I just squeezed out, and then smoothed the hair that was hanging in front of my eyes behind my ears. Before I had time to touch his heart for a second, I heard this There was an incredible exclamation.

"The face is wrinkled together. Is it really so sour?"

I didn't answer him, but quickly touched the tissue and started to wipe my face, especially the place where Gojo Satoru wiped away the tears just now.

Gojo Satoru was blocked by my movements, touched his nose and said: "...No way, do you hate me so much?"

"It's not a matter of hating or not."

After I wiped it, I still explained it.

I looked at him quietly: "...you didn't wash your hands after eating just now."

"Ah, it seems to be." The man was completely unconscious, and stretched out his hand at me: "I want it too."

I slipped him a tissue.

Somehow it felt like being begged by a big cat...

"I remembered." He took a sip of his drink, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "The clerk said that this is a new product, and the taste is quite exciting—" Then his eyes swept around me, and finally fell on the cup in my hand On the straw, "So it's the stimulation in this sense..."

"So you bought it without knowing what it is... It's not a blind box."

"Life needs surprises, don't you think this is more interesting?"

My eyes were resentful, and my eyes stayed on him intently.Seeing him look over, I raised the cup in my hand in retaliation——

"Yeah, it's really interesting. Wouldn't Mr. Gojo have a bite? It's very exciting..."

In the next second, he directly grabbed my wrist and lifted it up, then leaned down and lowered his head a little to bite the straw.

I see that the straw has changed color and the liquid has fully risen.

"you……"

I was grabbed by him and couldn't yank my hand, so I had to watch him take a big sip, and then continued to drink.

He drank until his cheeks swelled up, and before I had time to ask him how it tasted, he let me go, and then turned around and plunged into the toilet.

I:"……"

Hearing the sound of flushing water coming from the toilet, I raised my glass again and took a sip speechlessly.

As a result, I found that he sucked it to the bottom and dried up, and I couldn't suck it up no matter how much I sucked.

I bit the straw, thinking: ... This must be too clean.