Love game crying and begging me not to die

Gojo Satoru dreamed of the girl in Shinjuku Park again.

This is not the first time he had this dream. If it was accidental once, why so many times.

In the dream, the girl with a clear face was holding a thick phoenix-feathered longbow in her hand, and the cool evening wind was blowing her long black hair. Her archery movements were neat and graceful, and she was still calm in the face of super-level curse spirits.

She didn't realize he was looking at her.

The girl was busy dealing with the curse spirit in front of her, and the arrows rained like rain, but the curse spirit dodged them one by one.

This is not surprising, this curse spirit is the fast one even in the super class.

But it was still too slow for Gojo Satoru, his six eyes could clearly capture all the movements of the mantra, and even predict its next move.

He saw that the charged arrow barely grazed the mana's arm bone.

A bright spark under the night sky.

What followed was a very obvious flaw. Sure enough, just as Gojo Satoru imagined, the sharp fangs of the curse spirit bit her shoulder.

In an instant, blood was dripping.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously frowned.

The work of a conjurer is very dangerous, and it is a life-threatening battle. There are very few people like him who can easily exorcise special grades with a flick of a finger.

More like her...

The weak.

A weak person who is powerless and unable to resist.

Gojo Satoru felt bored, but instinctively felt uncomfortable for the cruel picture.

Even though he never disdained the theory that the strong should take the initiative to protect the weak, if he was there, he would still choose to save her.

Gojo Satoru thought so.

Until the girl suddenly laughed.

The melodious, slightly crazy laughter reached Gojo Gojo's ears.

She seemed completely unaware of her precarious situation, half of her body was soaked in blood, the curse bit her shoulder, and the blurred flesh and blood exposed the sharp white bones.

She raised her blood-stained face and said:

"You can't escape now."

The arrow that condensed all the magic power directly pierced the curse spirit's eyes.

Do your best and hit hard.

……

The dream ends here.

Wujo Wu didn't know what happened afterwards, whether the curse spirit was successfully expelled, whether the girl was saved after being so badly injured...

He had no way of knowing this, after all, it was just a dream that ended without a disease.

After Wujo Wu woke up, he could completely retell what he saw in the dream, as if it was a real memory.

He did go to the park next to Shinjuku Station with Xia Youjie before, and what he exterminated was indeed the super magic spirit in his dream, but there were no female magicians who used bows and arrows. Every mission is the same, the battle from the beginning to the end does not exceed 3 minutes, nothing extraordinary, nothing special.

The only thing worth mentioning is that he killed the curse spirit before Xia Youjie, saving him the trouble of writing a mission report.

The next day, Gojo Satoru told Xia Youjie about the dream.

Xia Youjie reacted flatly to this, as if he couldn't understand why Gojo Satoru cared so much about a dream.

Gojo Satoru: "Didn't you have any thrilling dreams, Jie?"

Xia Youjie thought for a while, then nodded.

"I dreamed you ripped my bangs off."

"..."

After that, Gojo Satoru had this dream a few more times.

The details were filled in bit by bit. He saw that the girl had set up a barrier similar to a "tent", so that no one else could see her, only his six eyes could.

He saw the moonlight shining on her shoulders, and the evening wind gently brushing her face, but there was a sharp and decisive murderous look in her eyes.

That kind of desperate attack is so crazy that ordinary people can't understand it.

But it made Gojo Satoru feel an indescribable feeling.

As if a drop of dye fell into the pure pool water, the originally black and white world began to smudge with color from her body.

All his blood boiled for it.

Unfortunately, she doesn't really exist.

She was just a dream for him.

……

a few months later.

Tokyo Airport.

Gojo Satoru saw a girl in front of Exit No. [-].

With familiar clear and beautiful eyes, she stood in front of the exit, and the golden sunlight enveloped her body.

There was a bang in Gojo Satoru's head.

He couldn't help pulling down his sunglasses a little, and looked at her with six eyes.

And she also saw him, as if an old friend was reunited, the girl frowned and smiled at him.At that moment, the airport with people coming and going suddenly became completely silent. He seemed to be unable to hear any sound, and everything around him was blurred and invisible.

Only her.

……

"finally found you."

Gojo Satoru was in a good mood.

Not only because the girl he thought only existed in his dreams had come to reality, but she was also a student of the same grade transferred from Kyoto.

When introducing himself, Gojo Satoru racked his brains, trying to impress her in a different way, at least different from Jie and Glass.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure it out.

In the end, he had no choice but to pretend to be cold and said his name.

But Gojo Satoru believes that even with such a simple self-introduction, she will be interested in him, don't ask, it's the face that gives him confidence.

She will praise his name very nicely.

Or his hair color is very special.

And so on.

Gojo Satoru even prepared how to answer the words.

...but she didn't.

She went to strike up a conversation with Xia Youjie.

Damn, is there anything special about Jay's voice?Although it is gentle and magnetic, it will be the same if you listen to it too much. His voice is better!

Why not praise him?

Gojo Gojo turned around angrily, leaving an elusive figure behind.

The subsequent development is completely different from Gojo Satoru's imagination.

She refused to fly with him, and chose to ride Xia Youjie's curse spirit, and specifically said that she would sit on the same one as Jie.

If it is said that Gojo Satoru's mood was 100 points half an hour ago.

It is still the same value now, but with a minus sign in front.

Three curse spirits carried four people to Gaozhuan's direction.

They each introduced their own techniques, and Gojo Satoru felt that his chance to perform had come again.

He has always been very proud of his abilities, and he has the capital to be proud.

With a little desire to show off, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand in front of her and explained to her the principle of the no-lower-limit technique.

His hands were held suddenly.

The hand holding him was small and soft, reminding Wujo Wu of the clouds passing by when the curse spirit flew, and it was like cotton candy, with a faint sweet fragrance.

The moment she untied his No Lower Limit and leaned over, the sweet and sexual Gojo Satoru felt his heart skip a beat.

She must like him.

How else would you hold his hand?

Gojo Satoru thought confidently.

As a result, the next day, in front of him, she moved the table and chairs that were originally next to him to Xia Youjie's side.

……

Gojo Satoru has had a lot of dreams recently.

It's all about her.

What happened during the day was repeated in the dream, but her choice was completely opposite to reality.

In the dream, she would peek at him, praise him, pay attention to his preferences, and accompany him to the dessert house.

But in reality, she only has Jie in her eyes, and she wants Jie to protect her when she casts a curse, and she insists on going to Jie's favorite cold noodle restaurant even for dinner.

Gojo Satoru felt that he was about to split his mind.

Just when he thought she liked Xia Youjie 100%.

She kissed him.

Then he said that if he was only drunk, he would kiss someone else, but if it was Jie, he wouldn't be so distressed.

……

Oh, woman.

Heh, the ideal type.

Think he would care? !

Gojo Satoru told himself that I didn't care at all, and drank his third cup of iced milk tea.

……

When he realized it, his body temperature probably exceeded 38°C, and Gojo Satoru was groggy.

Dreamed about her for a while.

After a while, I dreamed about the illness I had when I was a child.

The familiar uncomfortable feeling brought back bad memories of his childhood.

The same high fever persists, the same unconsciousness, and the same can't be turned off without a lower limit.

Only this time it's different.

Someone is taking care of him.

Gojo Satoru lay on the bed with his eyes closed, and his consciousness gradually recovered. When he lost his vision, his other senses would become extra sharp.He could feel her dipping her hands in water on his parched lips. It was plain boiled water, but it tasted subtly sweet like nectar after rain.

She took his hand and looked for the veins on the back of his hand.The place where the fingertips passed seemed to be carrying electricity, causing him to tremble.

In a quiet room.

There are only light and inaudible drips in the ears.

Li Huasun stood by his side for a while, seemed a little bored, and began to hum a song, which was a soft tune.

Gojo Satoru didn't know what song she was humming, he had never heard it before, but thought it sounded good.

The unknown tune poured into his heart like a clear spring, dissipating all the irritability and sultriness in his body.

……

She nursed him all night.

While Wujo Satoru was happy, he was also confused.

Does she like him or not?

105 ℃

Li Huasun looked at the unbelievable value and couldn't help complaining: "What did you do to the thermometer..."

Gojo Satoru blinked at her with innocent eyes.

Li Huasun was unmoved: "It's useless to look at me like this. I can't help you with this temperature. You have to go to the firefighters."

She glanced at the time, stood up, and patted the hem of her skirt: "I'm leaving, Wu remembers to take a good rest."

Gojo Satoru suddenly had a strange intuition.

If she leaves tonight, he will never see her again.

Very inexplicable feeling.

She is his classmate, logically speaking, what she said was only going back to the dormitory, and he would see her again in the classroom of the college tomorrow morning, and she would bite her bread and say to him, good morning, Wu.

……

will she?

Gojo Satoru couldn't be sure.

The things related to Lihuasun are very weird and difficult to explain. He still doesn't know why he dreamed of her. This thing that should arouse vigilance and suspicion is directly ignored because of his good feelings for her.

He didn't want her to go.

Gojo Satoru has always been a person who does whatever he thinks.

He's always been good at using his strengths.

Gojo Satoru hugged the pillow and tried to shrink his 1.9-meter-long self into a small ball. After sleeping for a day, his white hair was messy, and his pajamas were also crooked, revealing a large snow-white shoulder and neck and delicate collarbone.

He drooped his head and looked at her pitifully, like a kitten soaked by the rain looking for shelter.

"Don't go."

……

……

……

Who can resist this! !

As expected, Lihuasun's heart softened immediately.

"Okay, I'm not leaving."

Gojo Satoru was satisfied.

He saw Li Huasun took the mattress and spread it on the sofa.

"What are you doing?"

Li Huasun yawned, and pointed to the time on the wall clock: "It's already late, Wu, I'm sleepy too, call me if you feel uncomfortable."

With that said, she was about to lie down on the sofa.

Gojo Satoru suddenly:

"...No, don't sleep on my sofa!"

"?? Then I lay the floor?"

"Sleeping on the floor is not allowed!"

Li Huasun was shocked, this is too unreasonable, the front foot just asked her to stay, and now she is not even given a place to sleep.

"Where do I sleep then?"

Gojo Satoru blushed and coughed, moved inside, leaving half of the bed.

Li Huasun looked at him, thinking for a moment.

Shaking his head decisively:

"It's not good to sleep in the bathtub, Wu, I will be sore when I wake up tomorrow."

Gojo Satoru:?