5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

After Hyakki Night Walk, the day-to-day work and exam preparation made my concept of time blurred. In addition, Gojo Satoru was so busy that I hardly saw anyone. The intuitive change brought about by him is that the law of my life has been readjusted.

It wasn't until New Years approached that I realized it had been a week.

I met Maki in the cafeteria that day, and we shared a table together.

She opened the chopsticks and asked me, "Miss Yizhi, will you stay in the college for the New Year?"

"I haven't considered it yet." I told the truth, then stared at my steaming ramen and said, "Where is Maki-san?"

"If I don't go back, I will probably stay in the college."

Thinking that she almost ran away from home, I can understand, I don't ask more questions, I don't want to be the person who exposes scars.

"Then you should prepare some things for the Chinese New Year in advance, right? It will be boring to stay in the college all the time during the Chinese New Year holiday."

Maki: "Isn't Miss Ichieda the same..."

I shook my head: "I still have to review." Probably there is no time for fun.

But I don't feel any regrets either.

After all, I don’t have a family. For me, the New Year is just a random sofa and bed. With food and red and white songs, I can barely make ends meet to find the so-called “New Year’s breath”.

Maki hesitated for a moment and asked, "Aren't you with...?"

So why did you omit the name of Gojo Satoru?It took me a second to think about what she just said.

"I don't know either, he probably has other arrangements." I said, "Anyway, he is also the head of the Wutiao family, and he should have his own affairs to deal with during the New Year."

This is the conclusion I came to after thinking about it. As one of the three royal masters in the world of conjuration, and also in a high position, Gojo Satoru cannot have no arrangements at all, but I know this is just speculation according to common sense. Gojo Satoru himself Not a "common sense" person.

"I didn't say it."

Gojo Satoru's hearty voice sounded from behind. He pulled out a chair and sat down next to me, leaning on the table with his elbows, and looked over: "I don't want to waste the New Year on troublesome things."

I chewed the noodles in my mouth, thinking that it was indeed an answer with his own style.

After we separated from Maki, Gojo Satoru asked me if I wanted to go to him.

I shook my head.

"No, I'll just keep it in the college. It just so happens that everyone has left school, so I can still study quietly."

"But...it will be very inconvenient if the cafeteria and convenience store are not open."

"Aren't you going to open the door?" Then we can only save more food in advance.

But considering that in case of any unexpected situation, it is really not convenient to be in such a high school in the suburbs.

As if waiting for me to ask, Gojo Satoru immediately said, "So do you want to stay with me for a few days?"

I raised my eyebrows: "...I can go back to my own home."

"Then let's go to New Year's visit!"

"No, there are many people."

"What color kimono do you want to wear in the end?"

"...Do you only listen to what you like?"

……

……

February 12 night

"...It won't snow, will it?"

Gojo Satoru heard the people beside him ask this question.

He turned his head and saw Zhongli took out his mobile phone to check the weather forecast. They had already reached the outskirts of the shrine, and it was already crowded with people. There would never be fewer people waiting for the New Year's Eve.The petite woman beside him was wearing the kimono he had prepared, and when she raised her hand, the small half of her delicate arm was exposed to the cold air unsuspectingly.She soon felt cold and withdrew her hand.

A few days ago, he invited Zhong Li together to visit the shrine.

(I thought I would be rejected.) He thought, (Unexpectedly, he agreed.)

In fact, there is a small episode here.

In the beginning, she wasn't very interested, but later she changed her mind and said she agreed. When Gojo Satoru asked, she said: "Because there is an exam, so I will accumulate my blessings in advance."

Gojo Satoru: Oh, so it's not because you want to be with me.

At this moment Gojo Satoru was staring at the top of her head seriously, and the latter covered the top of her head with his hands after noticing the sight, and asked, "What are you looking at..."

"Black hair has grown." Gojo Satoru pulled her hand away, and curiously fiddled with the fluffy hair on the top of her head, which messed up her hair a lot. "Hair grows so fast." It hasn't been long since I dyed my hair.

"Really?" Zhongli handed him the phone, "Take a picture and let me see."

After seeing the photo, as if resigned to her fate, she used her fingers to comb the hair messed up by Gojo Satoru, and said, "...Why don't you dye it back to black."

Gojo Satoru expressed his opinion at the side: "I think it's fine." He recalled that Motori's long black hair was soft and shiny, and when it fell down on his shoulders, it perfectly complemented his snow-white skin.

(Not that light blonde is bad...but everyone's quirks are different.)

In the end, I didn't expect Gojo Satoru to have so many thoughts. At this time, I have returned my attention to the present. There are many people waiting for their first visit here, including men, women and children, but they are still mainly young people, and there are quite a lot of couples.

She should have guessed that there is no shortage of lovers anywhere in this world.

"Are there so many people every year?" she asked Gojo Satoru.

Unexpectedly, he said, "No, I rarely come here."

"I thought……"

(I thought conjurers would pay more attention to these things.)

These words were finally swallowed back into his throat.

The mobile phone shows that it is now 23:57, which means that it will take the last 3 minutes to reach zero.

Although it is thickly worn, it still feels cold just standing still in the open air.

Gojo Satoru wore a long coat outside, and his usual uniform inside, because he came directly after work.

The sleeves of the kimono were still a little windy, so he clasped his hands together and rubbed them subconsciously.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do while waiting, let's play a game." Gojo Satoru suggested.

"what?"

"Well—tell me what you like about the other person, and the person who can't tell is considered a loser."

"...It's just that you want to hear it?" Zhong Li sighed, "Besides, haven't you played it just now?"

A few minutes ago, they were still watching the live broadcast of the Red and White Song Concert on their mobile phones.They bet to see whether the red team or the white team would win, and the loser had to promise the winner one thing.

In order to avoid making requests that are too buggy, they are limited to small requests that must be answered briefly, and they must be made before the New Year's Eve, and will be invalidated after timeout.

Then Gojo Wu won a big victory and lost in the end.

Finally, he glanced at him: "So have you thought about what you want to ask?"

Gojo Satoru replied with a smile: "That's right, but I'll tell you later."

"It will be invalid when it expires."

"Well, you'll know soon. By the way, let's start the game, let's talk about what you like about the other party—" Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, and said cheerfully: "All of them! Alright, it's the end of the game—— "

The development of the matter was unexpected, and finally subconsciously said: "Wait, I didn't agree—"

"Okay! I can't answer, I won!" Gojo Satoru quickly stopped her.

Caught off guard by Wujou's serial routine: "..."

At this moment, one after another luminous objects around were lifted up—that was one mobile phone after another.

Everyone turned on their mobile phones at the same time, and started to record their videos facing the sky and the electronic screens around them.

In the end, like them, he raised his head, and there were numbers written on the screen in the distance, counting down.

"56, 55, 54—"

"53, 52—"

The crowd didn't know who was the first to count down, the sound gradually dispersed, and more and more people began to count down together.

"40, 39, 38—"

"It's really lively, and it's really spectacular if there are so many people." Gojo Wujo's excited comments when watching the excitement came from above her head, and she even counted down twice with the crowd: "35, 34—"

Zhong Li also whispered: "33, 32—"

(This year is coming to an end.)

(What a complicated year...)

The strangest thing is that she and Gojo Satoru seem to have gone in a big circle, and finally they seem to be back to the original point.

(no, just looks like the origin, but not the same location...)

She looked at Gojo Satoru's upright side face, the long eyelashes and the glimmer of eyes shining in the dark night.Naturally, her sight could not escape Gojo Satoru's capture, and with the countdown of people in the background sound, Gojo Satoru's voice became not so clear.

"18, 17, 16..."

"That request you owe me, I've thought about it," he said. "Call me by name."

The countdown sound continued.

"13, 12, 11..."

"Ah, do you want to delay until the end of this year? This is cheating."

"6, 5, 4..."

The sound of the countdown became louder and louder, and more and more people joined the final countdown.

"3--"

"2--"

"1!"

The sound waves rose high again, and amidst the cheers that could break the sky, Gojo Satoru heard his name.

Her posture was upright, her chin was raised slightly, and those bright eyes were staring at him so seriously at this moment.

"—Happy New Year, Wu."

The blessed party also bowed down, and gently pressed his forehead against the other's forehead——

"Happy New Year, please give me more advice next year."