5t5 is also waiting for my confession today

On the first morning of the new year, when I got up from bed, I saw the dense blessing messages on my mobile phone.

My eyes were still foggy, I sat up slowly, swipe to unlock the screen, and saw a series of "Happy New Year" wishes.I grabbed a coat and put it on, and I started replying messages one by one. Suddenly, I saw a "Congratulations" in Yishui's New Year greetings, and I rubbed my eyes quickly——

It was sent by Heping Island, and there is also a video.

[Heiwajima Shizuo: Is that you?Anyway congratulations. ]

[video. ]

It seems that when the up master on youtube was making a funny video on the street, he heard cheers behind him, so he stepped forward to watch, and just brought in the scene of Wujo Wu holding me in circles. This up who doesn't know the truth The Lord was relatively far away, and he only heard someone shouting congratulations behind him, and he took it upon himself to interpret it as something else.

I saw this little brother smiling joyfully at the camera, as if he was the protagonist of the happy event.

He said: "Everyone is sending blessings to this couple. Could it be that the marriage proposal was successful? Then let's all come and wish this couple together!"

I:"……"

I took a closer look, I was facing away from the camera in the video, no wonder they couldn't see the Switch box in my hand...

[Me: No, he misunderstood. ]

Then I explained the ins and outs. Just as I was about to exit the dialog box, I saw that the status of the message had changed to read.

Soon he got back to me.

[Heiwajima Shizuo: Sorry, then I wish you and your boyfriend a happy new year. ]

I was going to say "no, he's not my boyfriend" back.

But this sentence can't be sent out.

……

……

During the New Year, Wujo Satoru often came to my place. On the first day of New Year’s Day, he called me early in the morning and asked me not to go out, and then brought a bunch of food—basically the old traditions of the New Year. In a beautiful Japanese food box.

Thanks to him, I don't even want to go out.

After winning the Switch that day, we bought a bunch of game cassettes. I also bought online FPS games that I am not good at, but I didn’t play them at all.

Gojo Satoru's excited voice was often heard--he has very good dynamic vision and strong coordination ability. Playing this game is like beating a child, watching the ranks fly upwards.

Maybe it was because my eyes were too hot, Gojo Satoru handed me the handle: "Come and play in the end, it's boring just watching me play all the time, isn't it?"

Watching him play all the time gave me the illusion that this game is so simple that I can do it myself. I took the controller and geared up for a big fight, but soon realized the problem.

I watched my resurrection countdown and death replay, and my brows were furrowed.

"Wait, there were obviously no enemies in the direction at three o'clock just now."

He pointed to the screen and said as a matter of course: "Yes, look, there are water droplets splashing, right? Just shoot at the location where the water droplets splashed—"

Although I can play well, it is only at the level of an ordinary player. That is to say, if I want to become stronger, I have to do it step by step, such as practicing from small details. At the finish line, these cut-out details are completely transparent to him.

After realizing this, I calmly decided to play ordinary casinos and avoid asking for trouble.

However, Gojo Satoru did not know why at this time erupted with a strong teacher's morality. He kindly (?) and very gentle (?) encouraged me to do it again, saying that this would guide me hand in hand——

We sat on the rug, with his back against the sofa, and I sat in his arms, both holding the same handle.

Me: "...So, this is your so-called hands-on guidance?"

Gojo Satoru: "Of course, I will only win in the future~"

I thought to myself, if it’s a guide, it’s almost the same as acting as a substitute, right?Basically he was holding my hand to operate.

Because it is a somatosensory game, the controller will be exaggerated from time to time, so the scene immediately becomes jumpy.

How to describe this scene... It's like a cute pet blogger is grabbing his kitten's paw and shaking it to punch cats. The picture looks very happy. The problem is when I become that kitten , I don’t think it’s cute anymore.

I didn't feel like I'd been let off the rollercoaster until the victorious settlement appeared on the screen and I saw my character get the highest score.

"Hmph—" Wutiao Wujo's smug laughter came from above his head, "It's very simple."

I fell back weakly: "I feel like my hands are not my own..."

He reached out to pull the side drawer, then turned out all the cassettes inside and spread them on the ground, asking me, "What's next?"

But at this moment, he leaned forward and almost imprisoned me in it.I felt like I was being pressed into the stuffing of dumpling wrappers. I couldn't stretch my body at all, so I had to sink my body in an attempt to get out of the encirclement from below. As a result, I fell two degrees before being hugged back by him again.

I:"……"

Gojo Satoru put his arm around me, and with the other hand he concentrated on picking out the cassettes. It was hard to figure out whether he did it on purpose.

We played the game for a long time, and seeing that it would be too late if we didn't review it, I quickly pushed him away.

Gojo Satoru's elusive state lasted until the end of the entire vacation.

After the festival, the accumulated work piled up like a mountain. Both I and he became very busy, and I had to spend my spare time preparing for the exam, so I calmed down for a while.After a while, I resigned to concentrate on preparing for the exam, and moved back to my home from the college.

Due to the distance in time and space, the meeting time has been greatly shortened, and I am full of exams, so I have no time to worry about him too much.

Although Gojo Satoru would still take the initiative to come to me, but when I calmed down, I felt that something was wrong.

Especially later, Maki asked me about that video when we met in private.

"Panda showed it to me," she said, "so he actually proposed to you?"

"...It was like this at the time, listen to me..."

I had no choice but to patiently explain, and after a pass of inducement, I finally got her to turn her attention to the matter of "spent [-] yen to draw a lottery".

"But—" Maki still asked me before leaving, "Are you really not dating?"

"...Did you ever ask that question?" I said, "No."

... Can he be considered a boyfriend now?

Really, I can't figure it out myself.

I thought to myself that although Gojo Satoru asked me not to resist his approach, if I didn't show my attitude and just kept enjoying the feeling of being approached by the other party, wouldn't it appear that I was indecisive and a scumbag?

So back to the basic question.

Do I still like him—

"...ha." I sighed heavily.

Sure enough, I still... like it.

It's really strange feeling like this waiting to be caught up by him. At first glance, it seems that I am the one who takes the initiative, but only I know what kind of torment I am enduring in my heart.

Sometimes it gives me the illusion of "Hey, it seems to be similar to how we got along before our first 'breakup'".

But I know that this is only the same on the surface. There are many things that once made me feel superficial, illusory, and unbelievable, but now they seem to have all fallen heavily on the ground and become solid.

So, the next time we meet, I will show my cards directly.

"I agree." I cut to the chase.

Right now, he was standing in front of my house with two cups of milk tea in his hands. After hearing what I said, he didn't realize what I was talking about.

Gojo Satoru: "...What? Ah, was it the last time I said I would take the cassette away? No need, I've already bought a new one, and I also bought the new work. I'll bring it to you next time."

Me: "...I take back my foreword, just pretend I didn't say what I just said."

Gojo Satoru, who reacted after my quick indifference: "Huh!? I heard what I said just now—I promised that I agreed and there is no option to go back—" After saying that, he closed the door with his backhand, put the milk tea on the ground and offered it to him He gave me a big hug. He was tall, and my foot was unstable when he hugged me like this. I almost fell to the ground because of inertia.

That night he snatched my cell phone and changed the name of the address book to "Dearest and Dearest Boyfriend Wu". By the way, he also doubled the expression of love.

Dare I say this is the most over-the-top, gimmicky address book note I've ever seen.

This greasy state lasted until I finished the exam thoroughly, the admission results were in front of me, and I participated in the interview with fear.

When my future boss, the gentle man wearing glasses, said to me: "Congratulations, you have been admitted. From now on, Ms. Yizhi will be a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division." I was overjoyed , but still don't know what kind of path he has embarked on.

However, I soon realized what kind of purgatory I was in.

What nine nine seven, I think it's almost zero zero seven.

Except for the first month when I joined the company, which was quite normal, after that I worked frequently, and after I rejected Gojo Satoru's invitations again and again——

"This level of overtime can be reported, right?" He said, "I regret letting you change jobs."

I:"……"

To tell the truth from him, I regret that I said so much before.

Is it too late if you don't want to work hard now?