Goujuan always refuses to confess

"...Isn't it about you, Sora, and that Goumaki-kun? Why are you talking about me again?" Emiya Shirou scratched his cheek, "Is it different from my father, family affection and yours, Sora... ..."

He got stuck halfway through, and couldn't find an accurate word to express it for a while.

He doesn't think this is a romantic relationship... right?But it's much closer than a friend, oh, he himself was denied the relationship of a friend just now.

Emiya Shirou turned his head around, and finally decided to ask the waiter to order a few more desserts for the offering, trying to ask more information from the silver-haired boy opposite.

His acquaintance with Shizhikong... was full of ups and downs, and it was a dark history that he didn't want to mention very much.

It's almost like his father is about to burp. Originally, his father wanted to quietly hide all kinds of discomforts in his body, and even arrange all kinds of things after death, so he just chose a sunny day to swallow his last breath - and then he found out about his father's plan.

No one would easily accept the death of a loved one. Even relatives who have no blood relationship have developed strong feelings after getting along for so many years.

Not to mention that Emiya Shirou was a half-grown child at the time.

At that time, he almost asked adults for help in every way he could think of, and when he was about to give up, someone introduced the existence of "Ten Zhikong" to him.

——He is a god who can fulfill people's wishes.

Like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, he asked the acquaintance of the Fujimura family to send him and his father to a remote village.

Finally, in the shrine where snowflakes were falling, I saw a silver-haired child in a hunting suit with his face surrounded by white fluff.

The child looked at himself with an innocent smile.

He said, "Are you trying to save the dying man?"

What follows is the operation of paying a price to continue his life. Emiya Shirou, who had just entered junior high school, was stunned by the miraculous scene, and became a believer in a daze.

They don't look like believers, maybe because they are too close in age.

In the middle, the mysterious remarks made by his father after he learned that he can live again, such as "how is this like the Holy Grail" and "what is this mechanism?"

Then there were some changes in the shrine and the village at the beginning of this year, and the believers were notified that they would not meet at the shrine in the future.

Emiya Shirou was surprised by the fact that Shizhi Kong... that is, the enshrined god went to school.

In his opinion, it is strange for a god who does not eat fireworks to go to school like a human being, but he was a little surprised to meet Shizhikong today.

God has become like a man.

It is no longer the porcelain doll who was aloof and had a reserved smile a few years ago.

He called the other party "A Kong" familiarly, and the silver-haired boy frowned as he did a few times before, asking him to address him with respect, and didn't do anything.

"I thought Ah Kong and I were friends... Well, well, it's the relationship between faith and believers." The brown-red-haired boy spread his hands and continued following Shi Zhi's words, "Then, my lord, as human beings In other words, emotions are very complex.”

"Ah."

Shizhi nodded, he saw it.

Whether it's Fuguro Hui who cried for the newly-acquainted Knotabagi Yujin, or Gojo Satoru who was angry when his friend's name reappeared in his ears, or stood in the shade of a tree and said that he didn't really "like" His dog curly thorns are existences that he doesn't understand.

The brown-red-haired boy grabbed two handfuls of hair, and the solo mother started to run out of words.

He feels that the problem is not big, but it seems to be big.

Just... hey, how should I put it?Emiya Shirou was still troubled.

Shizhi waited for a long time and didn't wait for the next one. Instead, the extra dessert was served first. He scooped the cream on the cake spoon by spoon, took a bite and muttered "I like it", and after another bite, he muttered "I don't like it" .

At the end of a piece of cake, there is only a small corner left, just take another bite to solve it all, but the last sentence of ten sticks said "like".

He paused for a moment, childishly cut the last point in half, and closed it with a "dislike" and a "like".

Shi Zhi thought for a while, then put down the spoon and clapped his hands together, "I still like the thorny ones."

Emiya Shiro: "...I don't think you can make such a hasty decision, right?"

Shizhi: "That's right."

Emiya Shiro: "...Then change your mind, Sora, do you think what Komaki-kun said is right? Will you have a good impression of that person because of his ability?"

Shizhi in the back stopped talking again, and just finished eating the dessert in front of him one bite at a time, only a pair of golden peach blossom eyes stayed on the boy opposite from time to time, staring at him for a long time made him feel uncomfortable and the tips of his ears turned red.

Looking away as if nothing had happened, Juzhi squinted his eyes.

Sweets can make people feel a lot better, especially after Shizhi ingested a lot of sugar, his whole body tends to be calm.

He thinks he likes dog curly thorns.

Maybe it's not the preferences of human beings in the usual sense. He hasn't figured out human emotions yet, and he's only been in human society for more than half a year. How could he understand so clearly so quickly.

But the dog curly thorn is definitely a special existence to Shi Zhikong. He tentatively attributes the change in heart rate and the overflow of his chest to the emotion of "like".

Then will he fall in love with that person because of his supernatural ability, as Gou Juan said?

Shizhi tried to think about his mode of getting along with Goumaki, and replaced the well-behaved and cute spellcaster with the black mud spirit who had a relationship with two sides. After thinking about it for a moment, his face wrinkled.

——It feels like a nightmarish existence.

His face wrinkled for a while, Shizhi changed his hand to support his face, and played with the spoon clinking with the other hand.

——Definitely not because of ability, but because of the dog curly spine.

Juzhi nodded, and initially came to a certain conclusion.

After figuring out a certain node, the cloud swept over him.

"Okay, your father's life lasted for one year, and Shiro Emiya lost one year of your life." The face-changing came without warning, and after putting the last fruit into the mouth, the ten-branch surface hung up again. With a smile, "Well, thank you for coming to chat with me today? ... Your father said that he would not go to Fuyuki City in the near future?"

"Eh? Oh, sorry for the trouble, Kong, every time you say that you exchanged my life for my dad's life... I have never felt the truth." Still remembering the fact that I was surrounded by spectators in the high jump, can you tell me about it? The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "I don't know why you don't want to go to Fuyuki City. Dad has been nagging me about this lately. I just thought of it."

After contacting Jueda Sora's ability, Emiya Shirou nodded even more.

"Don't worry too much, Dad has been talking about it since he couldn't die." Speaking of this, Emiya Shirou's expression darkened for a moment.

This change was too fast, so fast that if Shizhi hadn't been able to read minds, he wouldn't have been able to discover the dark side in the heart of the brown-red-haired boy with a sunny smile.

So why is this?

The boy named Emiya Shirou's feelings for his father are two-sided.

Feeling the incomprehension of human beings repeatedly in his mind, the brown-red-haired boy got up and said goodbye to him.

But Shizhi didn't leave, he was still sitting in his seat, he checked the schedule on his mobile phone, there was no meeting with other believers today.

After a while, when a waiter came over, he asked him to serve another round of desserts for himself, and others looked at him even more surprised.

The movement of the silver-haired boy looking at the passers-by outside the glass window continued until a certain wind chime sounded at the door of the store, and the customers who came in walked to another corner of the store, but Shizhi shifted his gaze to his own table.

Staring at the edge of "empty place" for a while, Shi Zhi waved to the waiter.

"Put a cup of... black coffee on the other side? No sugar added." The silver-haired boy said casually.

The dazed waiter looked at the empty seats opposite him for a long time, but the customer was big and the customer had paid, so he only reminded in a low voice, "Please don't waste it".

After the food delivery waiter stood at the bar, he glanced towards the window from time to time, and he found that the handsome silver-haired boy nodded his head twice, as if he was listening to someone talking.

But obviously... But obviously there is no one opposite him?

The waiter in the coffee shop shivered suddenly.

Shizhikong had a quarrel with the dog Curlthorn.

In less than two days, they reconciled.

According to people familiar with the situation, on the first Monday after the weekend when the quarrel happened, Shi Zhikong, who had been wandering outside the school for two days, showed up at the morning meeting and hugged the dog Juji.

The silver-haired boy, with a grin that could kill people, told the spellcaster who was hugged by him in public that he liked him.

"Maybe not liking in the human sense, but liking in the sense of 'Juzhikong'."

The golden peach-blossom eyes are always full of sentimental meaning, and you will feel swaying when you look at them for a long time.

But Goujuan developed immunity after being watched for a long time. He tried his best to support the sudden weight on his back, and looked back with the eyes of his classmates and teachers watching a play.

"Salmon?"

"I'm sure." The silver-haired boy's peach blossom eyes turned into crescent moons. "I've thought about it for the past two days. It would be terrible if a black mud spirit sleeps next to me. It's better to be a thorn."

"Dried bonito—"

"Huh? Why don't you believe me... Oh, I'm still interested in that person's abilities. If Sugi cares, come with me to Yokohama."

"...dried bonito?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, why don't we leave today? The school bus probably won't catch up. I'll ask a believer to take us there... Oh yes, let's take a look at today's schedule. I remember that the first class is Whose class is coming..."

Shizhi, who was in a good mood, spoke quickly, replying while reading the dog paper, and finally found time to recall Monday's class schedule. He remembered that the first class in the morning was——

"Hey, I'm going to skip my class again." The teacher with his hands in his pockets leaned down and blew lightly into his student's ear, "Student Shi Zhikong, how many classes did you take in my class this semester?" class?"