Goujuan always refuses to confess

In the group training that day, the first team of Zenyuan Maki and Goujujiji won.

Win somehow.

Originally, Pang Da had completely suppressed Zenyuan Maki, but when he was about to snatch the weapon from a girl in the same class and knock him down, Gou Juanji killed him again.

It was another double attack of incantations and incantation tools. Panda complained that two against one was unfair, and then lost.

Afterwards, when he asked where his other teammate went, Pang Da couldn't figure out why Goujuan and Shizhi 1v1 came back.

In response, the spellcaster wrapped the scarf around his neck and said sullenly, "Dried bonito."

Panda: ...Huh?Did you lose or not?

Pang Da urgently needs a translator. He thinks that both possibilities are quite strong, but now that he has lost both, it doesn't make much sense to study where his teammates have gone.

——I think Sora's liking for you is due to my ability to restrain your mind reading, which developed over time.

——But now, a more suitable ability appeared.

——It’s not that I don’t like you, Sora is the most special one to me, and…

And... Shizhi blinked, and his eye sockets were a little sore after being open to the sunlight for a long time, with some tears secreted, he stretched out his hand and rubbed it.

Subconsciously, he wanted to yawn because he had been awake for too long, so he opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly remembered something, and quickly closed it.

A few minutes ago, he chased the dog roll away.

It wasn't right to say that he was driving away, he listened to Gou Juan's long monologue, his eyes were dark, and he fell silent all of a sudden.

After a long while, he took two steps back, and the sunlight filtered through the shadowy leaves and illuminated half of the silver-haired boy's face.

The slightly curved golden eyes and the sunlight complement each other, his brows and eyes are relaxed, and there is not much difference in the tone of his speech.

"I gave up the practice, Ji, you go to the Zen Academy."

"Salmon……?"

"Is the thorn still not leaving? If I regret it later, you will be the ones who will stay for extra training at night." Ten Zhi's palms were opened and closed repeatedly, and a faint golden light flashed past his hand, "I I also want to... think about what you said, and think about it alone."

Of course, no one likes extra training for no reason. They have trained enough independently these days, and they need proper rest.

Goujuu stared at Shizhi for a few more times, and a thin layer of smile appeared on the silver-haired boy's face again, just like his usual, relaxed and happy never deeply in his heart.

"Salmon." Gouju hesitated for a moment, but agreed.

Before leaving, the spellcaster stretched out his hand and patted Shizhi's head, and Shizhi also lowered his head obediently.

As they usually get along, it seems that there is no difference.

After that, Shizhi began to stare at the sky in a daze, and he didn't dodge even after the sun jumped out of the covering clouds, and only changed his standing posture after his eyes became sore.

After another meeting, the silver-haired boy disappeared after the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

The time for Shizhikong to return to the team was after dinner.

Wutiaowu didn't see anyone after class, and the teacher didn't go to find anyone. Anyway, under his supervision, Shizhikong didn't yawn during class, so he couldn't care about it after that.

Pang Da wanted to ask Shi Zhi what happened in class, but seeing the sleepy eyes, he felt like he just got up from the bed, and swallowed the words again.

After a while, Pang Da felt something was wrong.

——No, he visited the dormitory in the afternoon, but there was no one, where did his classmate sleep?

The silver-haired boy raised his eyelids, but his eyes were still half-closed, "You knocked on the door next door."

Panda: ...?

Panda:? ? ?

After a few seconds, Pang Da realized what the neighbor was referring to.

Pang Da was a little confused: "Ah...the room where you slept in Shizhi?" Didn't you quarrel?

Shizhi yawned, and with his unstraightened and messy silver hair that just woke up from sleep, it formed a subtle contrast with his usual image.

"Is there any problem with Sleeping Thorn's room? Also, it's not a quarrel, there are some things to think about." Shizhi spoke slowly, "These two things are not contradictory... Well, do we need to have extra training at night?"

Pang Da: No quarrel?

Pang Da's mind is full of the analysis that Zenyuan Maki told him. In the afternoon, Maki asked some things from Goujuan, and turned his head to give him an analysis.

There were quarrels, conflicts, the seven-year itch...cough, the July itch or something like that.

But now Shizhi denies it, judging by his attitude, the conflict between the two seems to be non-existent.

Pang Da didn't dwell on it for too long, and the additional training quickly occupied all his attention.

Gojo Satoru came over to take a look halfway. The teacher holding a box of strawberry milk had wet hair, and he took off his blindfold and put on a pair of black round sunglasses.

"Hey, you're being lazy." Wu Tiaowu stretched out his long arms to catch the air, but he didn't care, and leaned over with a wet body, "Pang Da is working so hard, why are you resting by the side?"

Shizhi leaned forward to avoid Goto Satoru's arms, but he didn't expect the man to go one step further, and sat down next to him, with his elbows on his shoulders.

Half-squinting Shizhi glanced sideways. The white-haired teacher didn't have the style of skyrocketing hair when he was working during the day. His hair was hanging down limply—it was a different style of sharpness.

His teacher pulled on the sunglasses, and looked at him with icy blue eyes.

"Have you talked with... Thorn? Hey, it seems that the result of the chat is not very good, Thorn hasn't even come to see you."

Shizhi glanced at his teacher coolly, ignoring his provocative words.

Gojo Satoru shrugged, he just sat down on a whim, and the emotional counseling of students is not currently in his agenda.

The next two people sat there without saying a word, only the sound of drinking drinks from time to time proved that Gojo Satoru hadn't left yet.

After Pang Da came back from running, he saw two people sitting side by side. Under the night, the teacher and the students with similar hair colors exuded an incomparable aura. Go round and round.

Shizhi was originally thinking about him and Goujuan, but his teacher's voice was really annoying.

Being close at hand and unconstrained, thinking about where is where, for a while it is where the desserts are delicious, and for a while it is whether Yuzu Yujin has trained well.

After being annoyed for a long time, Touzhi couldn't help it anymore, "Mr. Wujo, if you really want to eat the steamed buns from Qitsujiya, go and buy them yourself. After buying them, I'll go and see Knotweed Junior."

The implication is, if you have nothing to do, don't bother him by sitting next to him.

He believed that with his teacher's foot strength, he could run all night.

In this regard, the white-haired teacher squeezed the finished milk box with one hand, and did not leave in a hurry after being kicked out. Instead, he held his chin with both hands and opened his mouth leisurely.

"Sky, you should train more now? It's not good to sit like this all the time. The teacher reluctantly accompany you to practice a few times. You can be regarded as passive sabotage during the afternoon class."

Being reminded of what happened in the afternoon class by his teacher, Shizhi squinted at the person next to him, thinking about the possibility of using force to drive him away.

Half a second later he came to a zero conclusion.

So Shizhi replied: "Okay, teacher, we haven't settled the account of your group in the afternoon."

Five minutes later, Pang Da, who had run half a circle around the school, heard a loud noise coming from a certain corner of the campus. He poked his head out tremblingly, and saw several figures running out of the building where the school teachers lived. .

After a while, their principal's roar resounded through the sky: "Wujo Wu, Shizhikong! You two little bastards, get the hell out of here!"

The so-called bankruptcy and disaster relief.

Shi Zhikong paid a large sum of money to Principal Noctua, and both he and his teacher chose to use the money to fill the school's precarious deficit risk.

It's just that Gojo Satoru used his own money, but he took money from believers.

Principal Ye Moth's complexion turned black. He severely reprimanded his problem student back then and punched him. When he wanted to call another second-year student to give him a lecture, he found that the other student was not in the school.

It was the weekend, so Shizhi left school early in the morning.

Jugao does not restrict the students' whereabouts on the rest day. In the past weekends, Shizhi used to stay at school by Goujuan's side, but as the first weekend after the two had a big cognitive difference, Shizhi chose to go out. school gate.

"So... are you arguing?"

"No." The silver-haired boy who was half lying on the table lazily changed his hand to support his head. He asked a little strangely, "Why do you think we had a quarrel?"

The brown-red haired boy who was asked back in the opposite seat was stunned for a moment, and he scratched his cheek, "It was you who said it, Kong... You had a conflict because of the appearance of a certain person, and the dog roll you mentioned rejected your proposal." ...Intimate contact?"

"No." Shizhi denied it quickly this time, "I didn't refuse."

He gave an example of his experience in the morning. Goujuan still came to tell him to get up and have breakfast together. He didn’t join in the morning training because he was going out. Goujuan still said goodbye to him. By the way, he asked Shizhi to help pay attention to the new rice balls in the convenience store. taste.

Business as usual.

After Shi Zhi finished his example, he frowned: "You should call me Master Shi Zhi."

The brown-red haired boy said again, "Master Shizhi... Is that so? We are about the same age, it's strange to add honorific titles like this, the girls over there have all seen it."

Shi Zhi looked in the direction the boy was pointing at, and the chattering high school girl met their gaze and lowered her voice, but her heartbeat couldn't be stopped.

You don't need to listen to know that you are thinking of some yellow waste.

Withdrawing his gaze, Shizhi once again looked at the brown-red haired boy sitting opposite him, and he smiled at Shizhi in a gentle manner.

— This is his disciple.

——It’s just a special kind.

Most believers regard him as a high god, who can be seen from a distance but not played with, but there are still such a small number of people who are not so fanatical and retain a certain degree of reason.

A sensible and believer of the same age, Shizhi still remembered that the other party was very popular in his school, so he chose him as the conversation partner after the meeting.

The gods turn to believers for help.

This seems to be putting the cart before the horse.

Shizhi propped his cheeks, slightly confused, "How do human emotions change? You are not only the common emotions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy, but occasionally the voices I read are... mixed feelings?"

He pronounced a few syllables strangely, but the non-native language could not be understood by the boy on the opposite side. He only saw the silver-haired boy staring at him with bright golden eyes.

"You took your father to find me with nowhere to go, and there was love and hatred in your heart."

"At that time... why did you love and hate your father at the same time? Emiya Shirou."