Bungo common problem

Qianli panicked, especially panicked.

The wound on her left hand was not even seen by the editor Asakawa Hayao except for Gojo Satoru and the nurse who helped to bandage and apply the medicine later. What's more, she and Oda Saku left on the spot. It stands to reason that as long as she can hide it Well it won't be exposed.

But Oda Saku said that he wanted to change his dressing, so it was obvious as soon as the gauze was removed.

Oda Sakunosuke had already gone out to buy medicine and called Asakawa Hayato to find out the details of the matter, while Chisato in the room was paralyzed on the sofa like a salted fish with the mentality of being able to delay for a while.

In short, it was his last time before he was discovered at night.

"Sure enough, you don't feel nervous at all."

An unfamiliar and delicate voice sounded from the side, and Qianli turned his head in a flash, only to see a silver-haired blindfolded man who had saved his life not long ago sitting there uninvited , the gesture is quite casual.

Qianli glanced at the door subconsciously, and the closed door made her turn around again, hesitating to speak.

"you……"

"You want to say why I still come here since I left my phone number?"

Wujowu had one leg on the other like an uncle, and his words were taken for granted.

"Is there any conflict between my phone number and my coming? No! So of course I come whenever I want~"

Qianli: "..."

How should I put it, it really has a sense of sight of a bear child...

"May I ask Mr. Gojo what's the matter here?"

She also ignored how the other party came in, and the fact that it was already considered a private house, and asked with a smile without changing her face.

"If it's gratitude, I probably can't buy sweets right now to thank you. Can I live a little longer?"

After all, judging from the previous argument of "Mochi Daifuku Pudding Ange Jinguo", a sweet party has not escaped.

"That's okay, I'm not a person who asks for favors, but there is still a little thing."

Gojo Satoru propped his face with his right hand, and his blindfolded eyes made it impossible to see the meaning of the other party from his eyes, but what he said in that cheerful voice clearly stated his purpose.

"Surely you know it yourself?"

"Ok, I know."

Qianli nodded very simply, not intending to play Tai Chi with the other party, his golden eyes were calm.

"What do you want to do, Mr. Gojo?"

Since he refuted the words that she was "taken away and experimented" before, and let her go home simply, it means that this person is most likely in the "good guy" camp.

"If you want to say that there are really things you want to do, speaking of which you are now..."

Gojo Satoru's eyes turned around Qianli's body.

"Twelve? Thirteen?"

When it comes to age, Qianli smiles reluctantly.

"It's fourteen."

"Forget it, up to thirteen, your fourteen was added by yourself."

Exploding Qianli's last stubbornness about age, he ignored Qianli's glaring gaze and started boasting with a tut.

"It's still too young, and you can still see the curse spirit without any magic power on your body. The most important thing is to be able to not be hurt by the curse spirit. If you hadn't met me who is a good teacher, mature and handsome, you have already been taken away by me." Got it."

What he said is not a little watery, because the other party can even make him immune to the tentative use of spells. If this kind of physique is known by Yusanjia or some other people, he will definitely want to pack up and take a bunch of people to study. Object.

Qianli: "..."

She looked at Wujo Satoru who boasted, resisted the urge to complain, and spit out a few words dryly.

"...Oh, thank you very much."

"It's good for you to know, but I'm here mainly because of one thing."

Ignoring Qianli's expression full of desire to complain, Gojo Satoru stood up, stepped in front of Qianli, and said something that was almost irrelevant.

"The expression when you jumped off the building, show me again."

Qianli:? ? ?

What the hell?What expression?

It never occurred to him that the National People's Congress went to great lengths to break into the private house for this purpose. Qianli looked up at the young man in front of him in a daze, feeling that he was a bit unable to turn around.

"Replay my...expression?"

She repeated it word by word, with hesitation in her eyes, she subconsciously asked.

"What did I look like?"

She couldn't look in the mirror, how could she know what expression she had at that time?Now that her expression suddenly reappears, where can she reappear?

"Can't you just think about it for yourself?"

Gojo Satoru bent down, put his right hand directly on the back of the sofa behind Qianli, and urged him repeatedly.

"Think about what you were thinking when you jumped off the building, just reproduce it for me, hurry up."

He was very familiar, but it seemed like he hadn't seen it for a long time. He must have seen that same but different look somewhere and knew it very well.

If not, why would he want to know so much?

"Even if you say that, Mr. Gojo, I..."

The oppressive feeling brought by the other party's tall body bent over and approached made Qianli freeze in the middle of her sentence. She looked at the sofa behind her ear with her left hand and imprisoned herself on the sofa, unable to move. The other side, wisely choose to speak along.

"Okay, I'll try it."

She recalled her previous mood, and then...silently stared dead fish-eyed.

"Is it this one?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

"……no."

"Oh."

Qianli withdrew his dead fish eyes and continued to recall, his gaze became calm.

"this time?"

"……no."

"Oh."

Qianli blinked and entered the memory again, his expression gradually became wild.

"What about this time?"

Gojo Satoru twitched the corners of his mouth and spoke bluntly.

"……are you kidding me?"

"No, trust me I'm really serious about recreating the scene!"

Qianli raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, sighing in frustration.

"How should I put it, I can't remember what expression I had at the beginning..."

At that time, she was using her life to slip away that slime called Cursing Spirit, and then she only thought that today, even if I die, I will not let you eat it so easily, so how can I pay attention to my expression?

"you sure?"

Wujo Wu looked at Qianli's sincerity, Wujo Wu didn't believe it at all, let alone a little bit.

"It's because you don't want to be exposed..."

He was halfway through speaking, but suddenly stopped speaking, and his whole body straightened up, not returning to his original posture.

"Well, forget it this time."

He lazily waved his hand at Qianli, the corners of his lips curved with gloating, and he left a farewell saying that he would come again next time.

"see you later."

As soon as the voice fell, the person in front of him disappeared immediately. Before Qianli could react, there was the sound of the door being opened by a key.

——Oda Sakunosuke is back.

Qianli was silent for a second, with a strange expression on his face.

How should I put it, Mr. Gojo Satoru, do you know that you are behind your parents' backs?Why do you think you are so skilled...?

It seems that Gojo Satoru's strength is really strong, or his ability to hide his tracks is very good, at least the former killer Oda Sakunosuke didn't realize that there was such an extra person in the family a few seconds ago.

Qianli seemed to be normal, but actually spent the day worryingly. As soon as it got dark, he wanted to use the excuse of being tired to avoid changing the dressing and go straight to sleep.

however……

"Change your medicine before going to sleep."

The new old father, Sakunosuke Oda, quickly took out the medicine box that was filled today, and put it on the coffee table openly under Qianli's gaze.

Qianli: "..."

I don't think so...

She carefully showed a natural smile as usual, and shook her left hand as if to show that she was fine.

"I think it's okay to change tomorrow."

"I'll be leaving early tomorrow, so tonight is the best."

Oda Sakunosuke, who thought that Chisato was just showing the heart of a child, was a little relieved by the other party's rare willfulness. After all, he had been with Chisato for so long, and he almost never saw the other party being willful.

Too sensible, which made him pay more attention.

Because sensible children often grow up because of some kind of passive growth, of course he has understood what other ordinary children should be like, so it is increasingly difficult to ignore Qianli's sensible.

Even if she is a writer who can write famous articles, but she is a child who should laugh wantonly under the shelter.

But even if he feels relieved, it’s impossible not to change the dressing. He will leave early tomorrow, so there is no way to help Qianli change the dressing during the day, not to mention that the injured part is the palm, so it is still inconvenient to change the dressing by himself.

Oda Sakunosuke pushed Chisato who stood up back to the sofa, sat next to her very naturally, and opened the medicine box.

Qianli's body shook, and he dryly tried to persuade him to leave again.

"How about I change it myself, Mr. Oda, you have worked very hard today, and you should rest early, I can change it for myself!"

"It's obviously you who worked the hardest, right?"

The movement in his hands didn't stop, Oda Sakunosuke had already taken out new potion and gauze, he turned his head to look at Chisato who was trying to escape, and opened his mouth thoughtfully.

"I always feel... Qianli, you are running away from something."

Chisato's body became stiffer under Oda Sakunosuke's gaze, and even subconsciously hid his left hand behind his back, trembling like a chick being watched by a weasel.

But this little chick still doesn't forget to speak for himself in a soft voice.

"I think I can do it myself..."

Oda Sakunosuke paused, and instantly realized that something was wrong.

His eyes carefully turned around Qianli, and finally fixed on the left hand hidden behind his back.

He recalled the process of asking Asakawa Hayato when he went out, at least there was no wound when Chisato was separated from the other party in the hospital.

And if his guess is correct, the curse spirit can't hurt Qianli's body, so how did this wound... come from?Ordinary bruises make the other party react like this?

Could it be...artificial?

A dark color flashed in Oda Sakunosuke's eyes, he turned around and faced Qianli with his whole body, the sharpness just now was well suppressed, and there was only solemnity in his expression.

"Can't I see it?"

"Whatever it is, I'm not going to make any judgments."

He looked down at the girl in front of him, and there was only peace and tolerance in his blue eyes.

"So, can't it?"