Bungo common problem

Gojo Satoru felt that something was wrong with Qianli, no matter what it was.

Originally, he gave up sweets and came out to work overtime urgently. He thought that he would kill the curse spirit and go back as soon as possible. Who would have thought that he would see such a person?

At first he wanted to save people, but he discovered another thing.

The curse spirit seemed unable to harm her, and even the corrosive slime splashed towards the other party could not cause any harm, so he observed "for a while" for a little while.

not to mention……

His gaze came to Qianli, and his golden eyes that changed the moment he was caught swept across. The 1.9-meter Gojo Satoru bent down to approach Qianli, and his voice was exceptionally... lively.

"Oh? Just a dry thank you?"

What he said made people listen to be extremely embarrassing.

"Why do you have to bring mochi daifuku pudding Angejing fruit as a thank you gift?"

Qianli: "..."

This person... is really not polite at all.

She looked up at the man who deliberately bent over but was still tall, searching for traces of this man urgently in her head.

Anime, comics, games... Qianli thought for a while, but still couldn't find out the impression of the other party from his memory.

Could it be... is it someone I haven't seen?

Thinking about such a thing in his heart, Qian Lishang agreed to Gojo Satoru's seemingly begging for favor.

"I see, may I ask sir, do you want to eat it later or wait for me to come to the door to thank you in person?"

Qianli's gaze was so sincere that he almost blurted out a Taobao-style "pro".

"However, I still suggest that you deal with the slime over there first."

After all, why die when you can live?What if she was a real dog with Oda Saku?The first time I adopted a child, I took the dog with me within a few days. It would be bad if there was a psychological shadow.

The most important thing is that the slime monster has rushed over!

"Slime? It's really appropriate if you look closely."

Gojo Satoru straightened his body again, touched his chin without any sense of tension, turned a blind eye to the slime's charge towards him, and even agreed with Qianli's description, interpreting a passage with his whole body.

Relaxed, comfortable, no sense of crisis.

Qianli maintained his polite smile, neither sad nor happy.

Since ancient times, there are many white hairs... Cough, anyway, they are the ones who can fly her back from mid-air. If this can't be solved, then she considers herself unlucky.

The curse spirit was getting closer and closer, but the two people who faced such a huge monster smiled politely, and the other stared at Qianli indifferently, with no change in expression.

Just when the curse spirit rushed to the two of them with a murmur, Wujo Wutiao moved.

His gaze was still fixed on Qianli's face, but he just raised his left hand and stretched out towards the curse spirit, without any intention of giving him any attention.

"It's all rushed over, aren't you afraid?"

Out of the corner of his clairvoyant eyes, he saw that Mana Ling was about to collide with his side, and flattered him politely.

"Mr. is so powerful, I believe Mr. can solve it."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a few seconds, and he let out a childish beep. The curse spirit that rushed over was destroyed before he could react. Before he died, he only heard the other party's blunt and protracted voice to Qianli.

"You're so boring—"

Qianli: "..."

I get it, is the character design of the bear kid?

For a moment, she looked at Gojo Satoru with eyes full of indescribable tolerance.

"okay, I get it."

Gojo Satoru: "...?"

Is there something wrong with her eyes?

The curse spirit was eliminated, and the person in charge took the processing personnel to the hospital to handle the finishing work. Qianli followed Wujo Wu, who didn't know why she still didn't leave, in a room, and a medical staff bandaged the wound on her left hand.

Asakawa Hayato, who was going crazy with worry, rushed into the hospital when he saw Qianli, and ran to her almost crying, regardless of the distance.

"Teacher! It's great that you're fine, teacher, woooooooo—"

He wanted to confirm whether Qianli was injured anywhere, but he was timid and did not dare to actually check it. He could only look at Qianli's bandaged left hand, tremblingly pinching Qianli's sleeve like a little daughter-in-law, tears streaming down his face The ground cried like a dog.

"If... if something happens to you, teacher, I will cut through seppuku... it will be hard to forgive, it will be the loss of the whole... the whole of Japan..."

He said sobbingly, his face full of remorse and self-blame.

"It's all my fault. I'm obviously the teacher's editor, and I'm still an adult. It's because I don't have the courage to help the teacher at all..."

Why didn't the teacher leave with the child and go to attract the monster's attention?Even if Teacher Qianli seemed to know something, why didn't he have that kind of courage at the time?

Hayato Asakawa asked himself.

Obviously... He had already made up his mind to follow the teacher when he chose to leave the room with the teacher, didn't he?Why did it turn out like this in the end?

Leaving the teacher alone in the face of danger, he instead walks away from the crisis.

How on earth did he do such an unbearable thing?

"I don't have the face to be the teacher's editor anymore."

Asakawa Hayato gritted his teeth, tremblingly let himself loosen the hand that was holding Senri's sleeve, and squeezed out the remaining words from his throat with difficulty.

"It also hurt the teacher's hand, I will go back... I will tell the editor-in-chief when I go back..."

Said that I am not worthy of being a teacher's editor, because no matter who is braver than myself, right?

"Wait a minute, Asakawa-kun."

Before he could finish speaking, Qianli interrupted him directly.

"I don't think so."

Her right hand grabbed Asakawa Hayato's trembling hand backhand and pulled it towards her, then took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and put it in the opponent's palm.

"Wipe your face first, can you listen to my thoughts after wiping?"

"Old, teacher..."

In the blurred vision, Chisato was smiling, and Asakawa Hayato suddenly clenched the tissue as if he had been burned, and in the next second he hurriedly opened it, took out one, and wiped his face carelessly.

"How should I put it, I think Asakawa-kun, you have done a good job."

"No, I didn't, I didn't at all..."

Asakawa Hayato murmured to answer, his eyes unfocused.

"I should protect the teacher..."

"Listen to me, Asakawa-kun. Human beings grow up in fear. I think you gained courage when you chose to leave with me."

She did not use a soothing tone, but a quiet and indifferent voice that was almost certain, giving confidence to this young man who had always had an ordinary personality and weak appearance.

"Don't just look at your own shortcomings, people will continue to grow."

"Asakawa Hayato."

For the first time, she called the other party's name directly.

"You are already better than many people, and I am very happy to have you as my editor."

Asakawa Hayato's originally empty gaze gradually regained its light, and the brilliance shining inside became more and more vigorous. He stared at Qianli without blinking, as if he was staring at a beacon, and it was a believer who stared devoutly at the god who saved him.

"Please continue to be my editor in the future."

Don't ask, the question is that Asakawa Hayato has done a good job, and he doesn't want to bother to get in touch with him again.

Qianli smiled, it was clearly a dark corridor, but those golden eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

she says--

"I still need you."

Asakawa Hayato's heart suddenly returned to the ground, unbelievably solid.

So gentle, really so gentle.How lucky is he to have met such an existence as a teacher?

He wanted to cry, but he was afraid that Qianli would see his disappointment, even though he was crying miserably just now.

"I see!"

He clenched his fists to hold back tears, and swore in the most pious voice of his life.

"I will definitely work hard to grow into an editor worthy of my teacher!"

As long as the teacher needs it, he will do it no matter what, and such a thing will never happen again!Even if you die, you must die before the teacher!

Qianli was talking to his editor here, while Wujo Satoru, who was ignored by the side, looked at the completely reversed characters, one big and one small, his eyes hidden under the blindfold were extremely strange.

If he hadn't seen the so-called Qianli jumping off the building...he would really think this was a "touching" scene, but unfortunately...

He raised his eyebrows and asked the person in charge who was following along and was extremely excited.

"She is... um, a writer?"

"What do you write? Be respectful, this is Teacher Qianli!"

The person in charge replied subconsciously, and froze when he saw that it was Gojo Satoru.

"Well, what, although the age is surprising, Teacher Qianli is a very powerful author."

After all, he has confirmed the identity of Hayato Asakawa, so the identity of Sensato-sensei is of course real.

After saying this, the person in charge couldn't help but start blowing a thousand miles.

"Although Teacher Qianli only published an article this month, the content is thought-provoking. Anyone who reads it should say hello!"

What?Someone say bad?That must be because you didn't appreciate the connotation in Teacher Qianli's article!Are we looking at the author of the article?What you see is the connotation written by the author!

Therefore, it is not a problem for the teacher to be younger!

"article?"

It shouldn't be long, but at this age, you can write an article that makes the person in charge so excited... Could it be the serious literature of middle-aged and elderly friends?

Gojo Satoru thought to himself, with a look of interest on his face.

"Which article? Tell me in detail."

"Of course it is this!"

Hearing that the strongest conjurer was interested, the person in charge directly took out a new monthly magazine from his arms, and he flipped through to the page written by Qianli, as if it was a big deal to bring a monthly magazine with him to work. Like normal things, he made Amway's voice very skillfully.

"This "Sacrifice" is definitely the best work I have seen in Yokohama... No, it is the best work I have seen in my life. If it weren't for the Xinzao Monthly, it would have been popular all over the country!"

Although it is said that it has developed outwards, it is too slow!

The person in charge looked aggrieved and acted like a fan leader, watching Gojo Satoru casually flipping through the monthly magazine and exhorting him tremblingly.

"Ancestor, be careful not to break it, I want the teacher to sign it for me later!"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Don't you feel ashamed that you, a fierce middle-aged man with a big waist and a big waist, want a little loli to ask for an autograph?