Bungo common problem

Complaining about the person in charge of Yokohama in his heart, Gojo Satoru looked casually flipping through the monthly magazine, but he paid attention to the information revealed by the other party in his heart.

The person in charge of Yokohama is not a young man who just graduated, but a mature middle-aged man.Such a person admires a novel so much, no matter how you think about it, it can't be an ordinary novel.

What's more, it is even more strange that the author who wrote the novel is the teenage girl not far away.Especially what he observed, she has something special about herself.

If you say this special thing, you might be taken away by the upper echelons for research, right?

Thinking in this way, Gojo Satoru scanned the monthly magazine and read "Sacrifice" from beginning to end at a very fast speed.

Well, this article...

His gaze was fixed at the final ending, and he couldn't help raising his head to look at Qianli who was still talking to the editor with strange eyes, then lowered his head again, and silently turned back to the first page of the novel, rereading the novel at a normal speed. Read it.

After reading it again, Gojo Satoru looked at Qianli again, his brows hidden under the blindfold slightly frowned.

She wrote this dark, deep and cruel thing?This kind of novel, which can be said to be a rebellious spirit infiltrating the protagonist and even appeals to the public with sorrow for the social environment, was written by her?

After using two completely opposite adjectives in a row, Gojo Satoru recalled that the other party on the rooftop had only maintained his concealed gaze for a moment, and felt that there was no doubt at all.

If that's the case, then... makes sense, doesn't it?

But he needs to keep watching.

He closed the monthly magazine with a snap, and in the eyes of the person in charge who cared about the monthly magazine, it just changed hands and the monthly magazine disappeared immediately, and he didn't know where he hid it.

principal:? ? ?

Where is my monthly magazine?What about the January issue of my age?I'm just borrowing you to take a look at Amway!I didn't want to give it to you! ! !

Gojo Satoru didn't care what the person in charge thought, he just opened his legs and walked thousands of miles.

"There are some things I forgot to say before."

He spread his hands out in a casual gesture, biting a certain word very hard.

"I need 'alone' with the little girl, if you don't mind being exposed, of course."

There was obvious unsatisfaction in his voice.

"After all, it's about your body."

other people:! ! !

"Teacher, are you still injured? You were cursed by a monster!"

Asakawa Hayato exploded in an instant, he wished he could turn into a professional and check Qianli all over, for fear that she might make a mistake.

The most important thing is that although the white-haired man saved the teacher, his attitude really made it impossible to feel how reliable the other party was.Now let the teacher talk to him alone...

What if something happens to the teacher! ! !

"It's okay, Asakawa-kun, this..."

Halfway through the conversation, she suddenly remembered that she didn't know the other party's name. Just when she was about to become "this gentleman" naturally, Gojo Satoru on the side slowly said his name.

"Five enlightenments."

As if he was afraid that Qianli would not be able to remember, he even elongated his voice and repeated it quite childishly.

"Five-points-enlightenment-"

Qianli calmed down and even sent a good person card directly.

"Well, Mr. Gojo is a good man."

It is estimated that the personality is a bit bearish, but according to the setting of Two-dimensional, it is the same as the extraordinary characteristics of powerful bosses, and bear is also a common attribute of Two-dimensional.

Qianli comforted the other party calmly, and his expression became serious.

"Don't tell Mr. Oda what happened today, I will talk about it with Mr. Gojo later."

Otherwise, it would be bad for Odasaku to worry, since he is fine anyway, so don't make him worry in vain.

After finishing speaking, Chisato gave Asakawa Hayato a reassuring smile, and the very winking person in charge directly pulled Asakawa Hayato away without saying a word.

Asakawa Hayato was dragged away helplessly, Qianli's words just now echoed in his numb head.

Don't tell Mr. Oda...

Don't tell Mr. Oda...

but……

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket in pain, looked at the text message he sent a few minutes ago... and swallowed hard.

It's over, it's over, Mr. Oda is probably on his way now!

All irrelevant personnel left and cleared a space for the two of them to talk. Qianli looked at Gojo Satoru and asked straightforwardly.

"May I ask what's wrong with my body?"

Or is there any difference between the three-dimensional natives and the two-dimensional aborigines?

"Have you never noticed it yourself?"

Gojo Wu turned around Qianli thoughtfully, but he didn't mean to hide it.

"After being chased by the curse spirit for so long and still intact, you don't think it's just that you are lucky enough not to be attacked?"

He was taken aback for a thousand miles, and instantly understood what the other party meant.She looked down at her hands, and looked along the dusty sleeves to other places, and some facts that were ignored because of the urgency of the situation were so clearly presented in her sight.

On the clothes, the traces of corrosion were striking. The largest one directly caused a palm-sized hole to be corroded on the hem of the jacket, and the smallest one was the size of a bean.

And the complete opposite of this miserable clothing is the skin that is not damaged for thousands of miles, and she doesn't even have a wound under the coat that does not have any defensive effect.

This is illogical, at least as an ordinary person this is absolutely abnormal.

No need to explain at all, Qianli already understood that the existence Wutiao Wu called the curse spirit didn't fail to kill her in advance, but couldn't hurt her.

This is an "abnormality", and "abnormality" is the biggest obstacle in the life of ordinary people.She didn't know the reason, but apparently this "ability" was discovered.

The clothes were corroded but she was unscathed, and the whole process has even been observed. Even if she can only be "immune" to the so-called curse spirit, it is probably quite...

Think about it, Dazai Osamu's [Disqualification in the World] has made countless people reluctant to give up. In the same way, she feels that she does not have such a high IQ to protect herself, and even repeatedly jumps between forces.

"I……"

Qianli stared at the jacket with several holes corroded on his arm, and his voice came out in a low voice, so light that people couldn't find the point of focus.

"Is there anything else Mr. Gojo wants to tell me?"

Thinking of her miserable life in the future, she couldn't help feeling sad.

"Am I going to be arrested for research? Or will I be turned into an experimental material? I won't be dissected for research, will I?"

It’s over, it’s over, if I knew I’d brought the dog with me earlier, I’m afraid that life would be worse than death QAQ

"Or...well..."

In the middle of speaking, there was a sudden pain in the top of the head.Qianli subconsciously raised his hands to hug his head, looked up at the culprit, but was caught off guard by the face of the other person who was bending over and approaching.

"I said you, who do you think I am? Should I be called a writer?"

Where has all this brainstorming gone?pessimist?Or paranoia?

Gojo Satoru, who didn't bully the little girl at all consciously, even raised his hand and wanted to do it again, but when he saw Qianli squatting directly with his head in his arms, and squatting on the ground into a ball, he regretfully withdrew his hand .

He also squatted down, ignoring Qianli's vigilance, stretched out his right index finger, and poked Qianli's head.

"Pretending to be pretty, and quite flustered? Why do I think you don't care too much? The wound on your left hand is cruel to you, right? It's a pity that the tools for committing the crime seem to be gone, otherwise..."

Qianli:? ? ?

I do not care?What do I not care about?My life as an ordinary person will be lost because of this matter, you tell me I don't care?

And wounds!I can't believe that the place where the monster walked by didn't even leave a drop of blood, so what's the matter?That's also me cutting myself!

Eye sockets widened, Qianli stared in disbelief at the young man opposite who kept poking at his head, raised his hand fiercely to grab the other's index finger, and gritted his teeth.

"Mr. Wutiao really miscalculated, I actually damn care!"

It was at that time, and now I almost feel the pain in my left hand and cry, okay?And you thought it was poking a sponge?Keep poking and poking!

"Really?"

Gojo Satoru, who passively stopped poking people, was not annoyed. He rested his elbow on his knee and supported his chin with his other hand. He lazily looked at the fierce little milk cat with puffed cheeks before him, feeling a little itchy in his heart. .

"Just like now."

The white blindfold made it impossible to see his eyes, but the corners of his lips were drawn up, showing a full of viciousness, like a little boy who grabbed a girl's pigtail, and even had a sense of complacency.

"you."

The grabbed right hand broke free from Qianli's hand with just one movement, but it didn't leave. Instead, it grabbed the wrist of her left hand and shook it like a cat's paw. As if making a flaw known to the public, he spoke word by word following the rhythm.

"Really, feel, get, get, angry,?"

Am I not angry or laughing?

Qianli looked bewildered, she looked blankly at Wujo Satoru who was squatting face to face with her, and then turned her head to look at her grasped hand which was still shaking very rhythmically, her eyes suddenly became strange.

Mr. Gojo Satoru, are you a primary school student?Thanks to you, I am really out of breath now. Thank you.

"that……"

Just as Qianli was about to say something, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the other side, and it became extremely close within a few seconds, and a familiar voice sounded from behind her.

"This... can you let go of my child first?"