Enchantment high degree favorability acquisition log

I was still a little embarrassed when I exited that dream.

How should I put it, why does the "I" in the dream seem to be in love, and every time the scene is sticky, it makes me uncomfortable.

But after thinking about it, those are not real, but the "future" deduced by the system based on the fixed data of the current character file.

No matter what you think, it's all the system's fault.

The system is the only love brain. Thinking of this, I feel a lot better.

In one afternoon, I entered a total of four dreams, two of which were related to Xia Youjie, and the other two, the person who appeared beside me was Wujo Wu.

On my third trip to the precognitive dream, I finally gleaned some information.

But different from before, this time "I" suddenly became a little strange.

There are some hideous and ugly curse spirit remnants scattered around. They have just been dealt with and are slowly dissipating.

The strangest thing is that this "I" does not seem to be exchanged for the breath of thunder, but has a skill similar to puppetry. There are red silk threads hanging from my fingertips, and I can rely on them to complete every precise manipulation.

Although it is difficult to complete the kill alone, it has a strong ability to control the field.

Gojo Satoru, who appeared in the same scene as me, looked away in distaste: "What an annoying spell."

He spoke very loudly, but "I" stared at my toes with lowered eyes as if I didn't hear it at all.

"Come from a rotten family, so you have become rotten at a young age?"

Seeing that I didn't respond, Gojo Wu turned his head a little angrily.

"When you were in the college, you didn't show such a rusty expression. What did those old guys do to you?"

Through my dream self, I could clearly see the awkward expression on his face—Gojo Satoru's reaction was clearly a manifestation of inconsistency.

But the "I" in the dream didn't seem to realize this, but buried his head lower.

"Sorry, Master Gojo."

"I" didn't even look at my fingertips cut by the puppet string, and my voice was like a mosquito.

"I'll take my leave first."

"Don't go." Gojo Satoru grabbed my hand angrily.

"Is that why you don't want to see me?"

"Huh?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"Don't you want to see me?"

"I'm really sorry for letting you see me rusty, I will leave immediately."

I am respectful.

And Gojo Satoru looked like he was about to vomit blood.

Until I was woken up by the pre-set alarm and left the endless dream of omens, I couldn't help but sigh, the self in the dream was too awesome, to actually be able to get Wujo to show that kind of expression.

Although it is a bit funny in retrospect, the content of this dream is actually more than the previous two.

First of all, "I" called Gojo Satoru. It is really hard for me to imagine under what circumstances I would respectfully call him "Master Gojo."

——Calling him five idiots is more or less the same.

According to the system, except for the real omen dream at the beginning, the rest of the dreams are all because the original fate line has been messed up, so the dreams I saw later can only be regarded as calculations based on fixed conditions, not The real "future".

Everything seen in the dream can only be used as a reference, but the so-called "fixed conditions" must be related to reality and absolutely accurate.

I thought about it, but I didn't understand why I respected Gojo Satoru so much, and his tone at that time was also weird, as if I had strayed into some rotten orange camp.

Made me foggy.

It can't always be role-playing.

I entered three dreams in a row. I was actually very tired at the time, but the third dream undoubtedly aroused strong curiosity.

So after hesitating for a while, I used the props again.

Looking at the note (9/10) on the back of the item, it is obvious that this item is about to end of life, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to open it again.

If you want to use it again, you need to go to the mall to buy it again, but as a special item, there is a limit to the number of times you can buy Fate Spinning Thread. You can buy it three times in total, and it is a consumable that you use less than once.

So this time I didn't set the alarm as before, but went straight to sleep, trying to squeeze out the last wool.

Skillfully pounced to the end of the long dark river, I plunged into the golden light ball without hesitation.

My eyelids were hot, but the tip of my nose was a little itchy. I couldn't help but sneezed and opened my eyes suddenly.

After entering the dream state, my behavior cannot be controlled by myself, so I can only listen to myself making soft complaints.

"Wu, you are so annoying."

I couldn't help but a stormy sea was rolled up in my heart.

Not because of this sentence, but because the person standing in front of me is clearly a shrunken version of the childhood body Gojo Satoru!

He held a piece of dogtail grass under his fingertips. Because of his young age, his eyes became bigger and bigger. At first glance, he could only notice those twinkling blue eyes.

And my own field of vision also became lower as expected.

The previous omen dreams, no matter how the plot unfolded, all happened after the high school. After all, the time when I entered the game was the high school period, and the timeline is impossible to move forward.

No matter how unbelievable I am, I was completely in the state of a child in my dream, my temper went away faster than it came, and I soon forgot who was teased and woke me up, and I was smiling and pulling Wujou's sleeves all over the garden run around.

The environment of the yard is also very strange, but it can be seen that the owner of the yard must be quite rich. At first I thought this was the Gojo family, but soon a woman in kimono with gentle eyebrows appeared and carried me back to the inner house.

"Miss, the master is calling you."

After hearing the word master, I couldn't help feeling timid and resistant.

"Yes." The originally cheerful voice became low, and I waved my hand in the direction of Gojo Satoru with a resentful expression on my face.

"Goodbye." I secretly mouthed in the direction where he disappeared.

He hid before the kimono girl appeared. Others didn't know that I played with Gojo Satoru in private. The reason is that when I was young, I thought it was cool to have a secret, and it was even more cool to have a companion who shared the same secret. cool.

Gojo Wu deeply agrees with my remarks.

"You are my biggest secret."

I shrunk myself into a tiny one and leaned against Gojo Satoru.

And the "I" who said this sentence has turned into a slim girl.

The high school uniform I was wearing and Gojo Satoru held popsicles in their mouths, jumped over the wall and skipped class to play video games.

Then we went to teacher Noctua Moth's office to kneel together when we were done.

At two o'clock in the morning, I was yawning and sitting in front of the desk writing my review, while Gojo Satoru was already hugging my dormitory plush doll, sleeping unconsciously on my lap.

Between continuing to write a review and thrashing the five cats on my knees, I kindly chose the former.

But Gojo Satoru, who was let go by me, didn't know what to do. After sleeping for a while, he turned over, lay his head on my lap, and reached out to grab the end of my hair.

"You are so annoying."

I snatched back my hair angrily.

Gojo Satoru directly grabbed my wrist.

"Qina, are you going to the fireworks festival together next month?"

"I have something to tell you."

I looked down into his eyes, I didn't know why, as if I had fallen into a net woven by honey, I was stunned for a long time before I stammered my answer.

"Yes, yes."

"Then it's settled." Gojo Satoru hugged my waist sideways.

"Yeah." I nodded at him.

This is the first time for me to participate in a fireworks conference. Before I entered the high school, I have been staying in the family, and my life is boring day after day. No one would bring me to this kind of place.

Not to mention the invitation from Gojo Satoru, so I attach great importance to this trip.

Before I set off, I spent half a day picking out my most beautiful bathrobe, carefully combing my long hair, and inserting pearls and tassels on my temples.

Gojo Satoru was stunned for a long time when he saw me, and then he came over and took my hand as usual.

The fireworks show was very lively, I was held by Gojo Satoru in my left hand, and the apple candy he had just bought for me was held in my right hand.

"Qianna..." Gojo Satoru called me hesitantly.

"Huh?" I turned my head to look at him and took a bite of the candy in my hand.

However, the second after he spoke, the fireworks above our heads bloomed appropriately, and thousands of golden silk threads were dotted in the blue-black night like a brocade.

The exclamations of the surrounding crowd drowned out what Gojo Satoru was about to say.

A look of annoyance immediately appeared in the white-haired boy's brows and eyes.

I didn't look up at the fireworks like everyone else, but I still stared at him: "What did you say?"

Gojo Satoru held my hand tightly, and looked away as if to cover up: "...I said I want to eat apple candy too."

I couldn't help laughing: "I asked you when I bought it, obviously you said no."

——Too nervous, so you can’t even eat your favorite sweets?

I suddenly lowered my head and took another bite of the apple candy in my hand.

Then, taking advantage of Gojo Wu's inattention, he suddenly leaned over and kissed him.

"Do you think it's delicious?" My cheeks were hot.

Gojo Goto looked at me in a daze, and whispered softly, "...very sweet."

He stood there in a daze for a while, and couldn't help laughing: "Are you actually one step ahead?"

"That's not okay, Qianna."

Then he put his arms around my waist and kissed me deeper.

It was a candy-apple kiss, sweet and moist, like a summer evening.

I was in love, but unlike what I expected, I didn't even have time to spend two days with my new boyfriend before we were forced to separate for a while.

The reason is simple, I was arrested by my family and got married.

"I don't want to get married!" For the first time in his life, he dared to challenge the Patriarch.

Although I have long known that the Zenyuan family is old-fashioned and pedantic, I never imagined that it is the 21st century and an arranged marriage can still happen to me.

I was so stubborn that I was pinned to the floor, but I still refused to bow my head.

In any case, there is no going back.

"It's your honor for that person to value you."

"Whoever it is! Let him go." Facing the sugar-coated bullets, I was unmoved.

The patriarch can do nothing about my stubbornness, but the Chanyuan family has never believed in a well-spoken family. They are used to being superior and giving orders.

So my resistance had no effect, it just made my situation worse.

I was dragged back to my room and locked up, and I was only given one meal a day.

I was very stubborn about this, which was reflected in my hunger strike for three days.

I was so hungry that I hallucinated, and saw Gojo Satoru appear in my room.

I didn't expect this hallucination to be so sensible. I held the hand of the "illusion" and cried wildly, but maybe because I haven't drank water for a long time, I didn't even shed tears, just howling.

"Don't cry, why are you crying when you marry me?"

Gojo Satoru took me in his arms.

"Eh? The hallucination spoke."

I was dumbfounded.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He pinched my arm expressionlessly.

I let out a scream.

"Tell me who is an illusion."

"I really still hate you, Gojo Satoru!"

Wujo Wu just mentioned something casually before the confession, but somehow it spread to the Chanyuan family. In order to curry favor with Wujo Wu, they planned to do it right away and send me directly to Wujo's house.

"As expected of a Buddhist monastery, you're still such a scum." Gojo Satoru sighed.

Knowing the cause and effect, I was silent for two seconds: "No, I can't agree with these filthy adults. I can't marry you."

Gojo Satoru looked like he wanted to blow up the Chanyuan family.

"Let's elope and piss them off." I looked serious.

Gojo Satoru put down the explosive bag, with an almost serene indulgence on his face.

"Okay, elope, right now."

After waking up from the last dream, I couldn't help tapping the system.

[What is going on with this prop, why are you so girlish as a system. 】

Every omen dream is either weird and shameful, or just plain love on the set.

The system originally wanted to pretend to be dead, but in the end it reluctantly swayed me.

[Kiss, we are a love game, maybe you should reflect on yourself. 】

[These endings are all possible.]

[Are you really a game? ] I couldn't help asking my soul.

It's not that I haven't played holographic games before, but the gap between virtual and reality is not so easy to bridge, and I have never made a clear distinction before.

The system played dead this time very thoroughly.

I didn't ask, out of a timidity that I didn't quite understand.

I always feel that if I pierce this layer of window paper, I will never be able to return to my own world.

Ignored the love affair in the four omen dreams.

I wrote down the word "Chanyuan" in my notebook, and then circled it with a pen.

The Chanyuan is one of the three royal families. Although it has gradually weakened in the past few years, the starved camel is bigger than the horse, and it still has a lot of influence in the magic world.

In the two dreams related to Gojo Satoru, I bore the name of a Chanyuan master.

This is obviously not a coincidence.