You have to recite your teacher's watch before kissing

In front of the Japanese-style tea table, Jixiu was sitting cross-legged at the table with his chest folded, while Gojo Satoru was wearing a T-shirt and sitting across from him.

Jixiu: "Let me tell you, why are you so kind? It turns out that the ulterior motives are not about drinking."

Wujo Wuban bent his back towards her, and said with a hey smile, "What do you mean, um, have you taught me this proverb? It seems that you haven't."

Jixiu: "Gojo Wu!"

Gojo Satoru sat up straight; "Here!"

Jixiu knocked on the table: "Correct your attitude."

Gojo Satoru nodded: "Okay, but Xiuxiu, I'm not entirely selfish, you don't know my apartment..." He hadn't finished his bragging when he saw Jixiu's eyes, and immediately stopped talking.

He changed his words and said, "Well, I just want to live with you."

Jixiu: "..."

Gojo Satoru blinked: "I admit it, I want to live with you, please give me some feedback, Xiuxiuzi."

He reacted as if she was forcing him to admit it, Jixiu's face became slightly heated, and he changed the subject: "Then this room doesn't belong to your relative?"

Because Gojo Satoru was not satisfied with her answer, his body sank like a deflated balloon.

"mine."

"Oh, that."

Gojo Satoru seemed to be able to foresee what she was going to say, stood up from the table, and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to live here, I'll ask someone to find another one for you. Tell me what you want, and I'll get some first." food."

Jixiu glanced at him, wanted to call him to stop, but missed it after hesitating.

After Wujo went out, Jixiu sat at the table for a long time. In fact, she could see that something was wrong with Wujo before the spring outing.But she has no way to respond as he paid.

After a while, she went to the kitchen.

Gojo Satoru was standing in front of the stove, guarding a pot of steaming curry. He didn't turn his head when he knew she had appeared, and said, "I cooked the curry, and there are a few crabs...you, have you figured it out?"

He turned so fast that Jixiu paused for a moment before he could react.

Looking at his drooping head, Jixiu was silent for a moment, and when the impulsive words were spoken, it was too late to take them back. "Think about it, I want to stay."

It may be short, but she has no way to refuse.

Gojo Satoru turned around, his eyes were slightly raised, and when he was not smiling, his eyes were actually cold and thin.But when he looks at you seriously with such eyes, no one can escape this affection.

Including festival show.

Jixiu had something on her mind, so she didn't eat much at night. A cherry blossom tree was planted in the small Japanese-style courtyard. She stood on the ground and looked up. The cherry blossom petals swirled and fell under the light yellow light.

Pieces of powerless, drifting with the wind.

Gojo Satoru stood in the corridor, looking at the thin people in the courtyard, with a hint of distress in his eyes.

He stepped forward, took off his coat and put it on Jixiu's shoulders, saying, "Everything will be fine."

Jixiu said that the man who died was her father.

Although she seemed indifferent, he could feel the grief in her eyes that day, even if that moment was extremely short.

Jixiu smiled, because she knew that everything had just begun.

On Monday, Jixiu went back to school. No matter how long she would stay here, she really liked these people. She hoped that at least the days with them would leave a good memory for the long years to come.

"Didn't you keep saying that you want to try authentic Chinese food? Whoever can be recited by the teacher in one day, I will invite him to my house!"

The students who were still happy in the first half were completely lost after listening to the rest.

Only someone deep in the body of Knotabagi Youroto laughed.