When the blind date is 5t5

Compared to Dongtang's collapse, I feel that I am at stake right now.

I subconsciously took a bite of the sandwich and my brain started to work.

If the flash marriage between himself and Wujo Gojo was exposed, what would he have to face?

It is all kinds of news that come like bombs, and it is entirely possible to squeeze the phone.

It was still from the diva, Miwa and the others who asked me in turn, such as how did I meet Gojo Satoru, who proposed to get together first, why the wedding was not held yet, and so on.

Thinking of this, I decisively switched the page to Line, clicked on Dongtang Aoi's chat box, and warned:

[Don't tell others about my relationship with Gojo Satoru.Otherwise, I will ask someone to burn your Kotakada writing/truth in your collection. ]

Not long after this message was sent, Dong Tang came back.

[Todo Aoi: Take care of Gojo Satoru first, and let him be an individual. ]

Along with this sentence, there is also a short recording video that is only 27 seconds long.

I stared down at the video, curious enough to put down my sandwich and click on it.

In the next second, a slightly unfamiliar female voice came from the phone's microphone.

Maybe it's because of just waking up, this voice is different from the usual clear, with a little hoarseness in the end.

After a while, I just reacted in a daze.

Oh, it turned out to be my own voice.

Immediately, his face froze, and he looked at Gojo Satoru with shock in his eyes, "You actually recorded the conversation in the morning and sent it to Dongtang??!"

Gojo Wu heard the words and raised his eyebrows at me, "That's right. What's wrong?"

I almost laughed out loud at his confident tone, and forced a big gulp of cool water at a time, trying to calm myself down.

"What are you trying to send it to Dongtang?" I turned off this black history-like video and asked him in confusion.

Wouldn't it be better to show off to Dongtang that his figure is better than him?

For a moment, I began to suspect that his previous black face was not because of jealousy, but because he felt uncomfortable being compared to others.

Just when I was struggling secretly, Gojo Satoru fell back and leaned on the chair without sitting.

"Of course it is to declare sovereignty and kill dangerous people in their cradles in advance." He said with a mischievous smile.

"Dangerous person?"

"Those who may become rivals in love." Wujo Satoru said to me with a long voice, as if acting like a baby, "Asuka is mine, so you are not allowed to fall in love with others."

After the words fell, I met his smiling eyes.

He must be teasing me again, after all, no one would confess like this.

The brain came to this conclusion soberly and rationally, and then warned the throbbing heart not to believe any word in his words.

The right hand that I had just clenched because of this confession was released, and after a moment of silence, I replied "Oh" in a cold tone, and chose to bury my head and eat the sandwich.

After that, it was my one-sided cold war.

It wasn't until I met Yato and the others that I opened my mouth and said the first sentence: "How do we get to Yokohama? By train?"

Gojo Satoru nodded indifferently, "Yes."

After getting his answer, I shifted my gaze to Yato.

With a shy face, he said shyly, "Go first, Xueyin and I will be there soon."

"Huh?" I tilted my head in confusion, "Do you have anything else to do?"

After speaking, there was a silence.

Before Yato could answer, Yukine took out a glass wine bottle with only a thin layer of coins left, held it up to my eyes and shook it.

"You bastard," he gritted his teeth and complained to us, regardless of Yato's face, "you spent all your money on so-called lucky items last night!"

As if she had experienced this kind of thing too many times, Xueyin finally broke out completely today.

While staring at Yato with his eyes, he began to read brokenly: "This is the seventh time this month, and every time I spend money on this kind of stuff that idiots know to be deceitful... And when there is no money Just let me go to work, you are exploiting child labor!"

"Isn't this for training you?" Yato tried to interrupt.

Xueyin's face darkened completely, "God of waste wood."

"Hey, Xueyin, don't learn how to talk."

I froze in place, watching the childish and childish quarrel between the two of them, and then asked in a low voice, "Then how do we get there?"

Yato stopped arguing with Yukine, then looked at Gojo Satoru and me with complicated eyes, and said hesitantly: "I can teleport directly to Yokohama with Yukine, but I can't take humans with me."

"You don't need to bring it," Gojo Satoru put his hands in his trouser pockets, standing slack, "It's just teleportation, I can do it too."

When Yato heard this, he stopped hesitating. He picked up the magic weapon that was still blowing hair beside him, simply said the name of the place, left a sentence "then we will meet here", and disappeared before my eyes.

Wait, why did you decide like this?

Didn't you ask me for my opinion?

I don't want to teleport!

I watched Yato disappear with a dazed expression, and couldn't help reaching out Erkang's hand, silently holding him back.

Gojo Satoru just smiled and hugged my shoulders, not giving me any chance to resist and escape.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of dizziness.

Holding my rolling stomach, I squatted down by the side of the road without any image, and only one thought remained in my mind.

He must have done it on purpose!

Just to avenge the cold war in the morning.

I was thinking angrily, and I couldn't suppress a retching in my throat.

"What happened to her?" Yato asked from the side.

As if thinking of some possibility, he showed Gojo Satoru an understanding expression, "Congratulations."

In this sentence of congratulations, Gojo Satoru curled the corner of his mouth, smiled slyly and did not explain, allowing Yato to continue to misunderstand.

I choked up, and quickly pulled up my strength to stand up, and said weakly: "I just fainted and teleported."

"Really?" Yato looked at me suspiciously.

In this regard, I shouted at him with grief and indignation: "Really!"

Maybe it was because my gaze was too sad, the three men who were male finally put away the indecency on their faces.

After I recovered from my nausea, Yato led us across the road and finally stopped under an old office building.

The office building is five stories high, and the red tiles are covered with traces of the passage of time, like buildings left over from the last century.

The first floor is a coffee shop named Whirlpool, and the clean glass windows clearly present the scene inside.Next to the glass window on the second floor is the advertising signboard of the law firm, but it cannot be distinguished above it.

Standing outside the coffee shop, Yato introduced us to the god we were about to find.

"The Empress Dowager," he said briefly, "is the younger sister of God Amaterasu. She is mainly responsible for forming ties, and can also cut off all ties. Last week, I ran into her when I came here to complete the commission. But ..."

Yato paused, and added guiltily: "However, I'm not sure whether she will accept your commission, after all, there are not many gods who are as approachable as me."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the glass door of the coffee shop, and immediately a mellow, rich and slightly bitter aroma rushed to his face.

Behind the bar on the left, there is a gentleman in a black tuxedo standing.

He gracefully wiped the white porcelain coffee cup in his hand, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose added a bit of elegance to him.

As if hearing footsteps gradually approaching, he looked at us calmly.

"What kind of coffee do the guests want?" he asked, his voice was unhurried, with a unique flavor after time precipitation.

Yato casually sat on the high stool and put his arm on the bar, "I'm here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

"A girl in a priestess costume," Yato described after thinking for a while, "This is where I saw her last time, and beside her was a black-haired man with bandages on his hands."

After these words fell, I keenly caught his eyes looking at us.

There is an inquiry hidden in the calmness, which seems to be distinguishing the real purpose of our arrival and whether there is malice.

Yato, on the other hand, seemed not to notice, lazily laying his head on his arms, his blue eyes, which were slightly deeper than Gojo Satoru, stared indifferently at the front, and said loudly, "Old man, we are only here to ask her for help." Do me a favor. Leave when it's over, and don't pester me."

Immediately afterwards, I saw his wiping movement pause again, and his eyes passed us and then fell behind, and there was a soft sound of the glass door being pushed open in my ears.

"What do you want from me? Futsu Kamiyato." She said.