When the blind date is 5t5

"Sign this agreement, and you will take over the shrine of Haruhe Ming, and directly become the new spring god." Zhiri carefully studied the shrine transfer agreement, and then came to this conclusion.

Too many things happened today.

From discovering the identity of my father as a god, to his complete fall, to discovering the only gift he gave me, the Spring God Book.

All these pieces piled up together, and I froze in place, my mind was in a mess.

I become a god?

how could it be possible!

is that a lie!

"Asuka, my opinion is to accept this agreement." Zhiri woke me up, and she suggested kindly, "If you become a god, then the curse from heaven due to your blood will be lifted automatically."

However, if I become the new Spring God, my father's name will also appear in my world from time to time, giving me a sense of existence.

At the thought of this, resistance welled up from the bottom of my heart.

Not because of childishness, but because I really want to leave the influence of this couple and live for myself completely.

If someone finds me at this time and says that the blood of the gods can strip off this half of my body, there is a high probability that I will ask him without hesitation, no matter what the price is.

After making a decision in my heart, I quietly took off the torii necklace around my neck, squatted down, and put it on the ground together with the shrine transfer agreement.

"Let's go." I said to them.

"Have you really thought about it?" Zhiri showed disapproval on his face, trying to persuade me again, "There is no Chunheming who will pay for you, and the next reset will consume your soul."

"Do you know what happens when your soul is exhausted? You lose your soul, and you won't even have the chance to reincarnate."

She is really thinking about my current situation, and the brain comes to this conclusion.

"I know now," the ending sound subconsciously softened like a baby, I smiled at her, "Without my mother's coercion, I wouldn't go around saving people from a Madonna attack. So, Zhiri can rest assured Well, I'll be fine."

Zhiri looked at Gojo Satoru, took a deep breath, and asked coldly, "Aren't you going to persuade her?"

Gojo Satoru reached out and rubbed my head, with a careless expression on his face, as if all this was nothing more than a trivial matter to him, "Asuka likes it. With me, no one can force her to perform This ability."

His flamboyant tone was full of confidence in his own strength.

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Zhiri didn't continue, turned around and left after saying "whatever you want".

I looked at her sulking back with some helplessness, pulled Gojo Satoru with my right hand, and whispered: "Zhiri seems to be angry, should I go and coax her, after all, I have failed her good intentions."

Gojo Satoru flicked my forehead with his fingers, and then said in an unclear tone, "When I was angry before, why didn't I see Asuka, you came to coax me?"

I couldn't help but give him a blank look, and sneered back, "She is a sweet and soft girl, how do you compare with her?"

Gojo Satoru was in some kind of tangle.

After a while, just after I thought he had nothing to refute, he seemed to turn on some strange switch, and said to me with hesitation: "If Asuka wants me to wear women's clothing, in fact, I can also Tried."

……

Stupid/forced!

Purebred stupid/crazy!

Gritting my teeth, I said, "I have no interest in seeing men in women's clothing."

"But I wear my clothes to Asuka." Gojo Satoru paused with an ambiguous smile, then stopped and bent down, whispering in my ear, "It feels so good."

His breath spewed out on the sensitive earlobe, I shook my body unconsciously, and moved a few steps to the side with a blushing face.

But what I didn't expect was that Gojo Satoru also had the cheek to follow him.

"Asuka, do you know where your self-healing threshold is?" He asked solemnly.

The temperature on my face finally dropped, and I said calmly, "I don't know, what's wrong?"

Afterwards, I saw him wink at me, dragged his voice on purpose, and it sounded very bad when it fell into my ears, "After I understand the threshold, I can control the time of foreplay. In case, if I don't do it well The foreplay hurt you, causing the ability to activate..."

Before he finished speaking, my cheeks suddenly turned hot again.

The hands hanging by the sides were clenched into fists in suppressed embarrassment, I wish I could take a needle to sew up this guy's mouth, which can't move the train at every turn.

When I saw that he was going to continue talking about body positions with great interest, I stood on tiptoe angrily, covered his mouth with my hand, and ordered viciously: "Shut up!"

After being slapped by me, Gojo Satoru looked at me with a desolate expression, like a big cat who has been courted.

I decisively chose to leave him behind and quickly catch up with Yato and the others.

Under Yato's bright little eyes, we followed his advice and settled for lunch in Chinatown.

Chinatown is not crowded on weekdays.

Red lanterns symbolizing Chinese elements are hung all over the sides, and bright red Chinese knots are used as decorations in front of each store.

I was led forward by Gojo Satoru, and my eyes swept over the signboards of Cantonese cuisine restaurants, hot pot restaurants, Hong Kong-style tea restaurants, etc., and finally fell silently on the wooden sign in the middle on the left.

Wutiaoren Tangshui Shop.

I couldn't help saying the name silently in my heart.

Then I grabbed Gojo Wu, and I pointed out this store to him as if I had discovered a new world, and said in a novel tone: "Wutiao people, Wujo Wu. Is this opened by one of your brothers?"

Gojo Satoru was also curious about it, and after he said to Yato and the others, "Asuka and I eat this shop", he dragged me into the Gojoren Tangshui shop.

The decoration of Wutiaoren is in a pure retro style. The red lacquered wooden table is perfectly integrated with the period illustrations hanging on the wall.The atmosphere is not impetuous, as soon as I sit down, I can calm down.

"What do you want to eat?" He handed me the menu.

I glanced roughly, and most of the dishes above can be guessed as desserts just by looking at the names, and there are only a few main dishes to choose from.

Among the scallion noodles and curry fish ball noodles, I picked one by chance. I have never heard of it anyway, and I have no way of knowing whether I am stepping on a thunderbolt.Then I ticked Sisto again, and I returned the menu to Gojo Satoru.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up a pen and ticked off the menu with great interest.

A tick is a row.

I stared dumbfounded at him almost ticking off all the desserts on the menu, subconsciously looked down at my stomach which was not particularly big, and asked hesitantly: "If we order so much, we can really eat it." Is it over?"

Hearing this, Gojo Goto twirled the pen between his fingers handsomely, then raised his eyebrows and said, "If you can't finish eating, pack it up and bring it back, just right for Youruhito and the others."

Row.

Compared with whether I can finish eating, I am now more doubtful whether this small square table can hold it.

"When are you going to get the diary back?" Wujo Satoru asked suddenly as he handed the menu back to the waiter.

The brain then recalled the conversation my mother had with him before she died, from which I could almost extract some key information.

Gojo Satoru and I must have known each other when we were young, and he once made a certain promise to me.

I looked up at him with his hands crossed on his chin, with a calm expression on his face, as if he didn't care at all, so I couldn't help but tentatively said: "I don't have time these days, please delay, anyway, I'm hiding there." It's been so long."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gojo Satoru stared at me closely with those blue eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked intentionally, "Are you in a hurry?"

"urgent."

As if to prove it, he repeated to me again, "It's urgent."

After getting this answer, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of joy in my heart.

So, I imitated the lazy look he often showed, "Why?"

"I want you to see how Asuka Niao pestered me when I was a child, saying that he would marry me in the future. After getting my consent, how did he let my pigeons go, and he let them go for 18 years."

When he said this, there was obvious condemnation in his tone, and I immediately no longer doubted the truth of his words.

Was I such a scumbag when I was a child?

Why do you say you want to marry each other every time you see one?

In my mind, Kamo Yuta's voice and Gojo Satoru's voice played back and forth in a loop, which inevitably made me guess whether there would be a third person.

The third person who wants to marry.

After Gojo Satoru accused me of being a scumbag, he said in an uncompromising tone, "So, I'll get it this afternoon."

In this regard, I can't continue to shirk, so I reluctantly responded: "OK."

The serving speed of this store is quite fast. After a while, the table was filled with plates of cute desserts, especially the rabbit-shaped white milk jelly in my hand.

I stared down at it, completely unable to hold back my curiosity.

Picking up the little golden spoon placed on the dinner plate, I lightly spanked the rabbit.

Super Q bomb!

This white and tender butt swayed in my sighing eyes, and it was at this time that Yato and the others came over.

With a shy face, as if he had already prepared a draft, he said to me fluently: "Asuka, in order to celebrate your success in killing fate, shouldn't you treat us to dinner?"

Hearing this, my eyes wandered from their faces one by one.

Except for Yato and the black-haired man named Dazai, everyone else showed a little embarrassment.

After thinking about it for a while, I can roughly guess the reason why Yato said that, and a doubt suddenly popped up in my mind.

Are all gods so poor now?

With this in mind, I nodded indifferently at them and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Hotpot!" Yato raised his hands and was the first to speak out, while the others did not speak.

I chose to hand over the savings card I carried with me directly to Yato, "The password is 0401, you can eat whatever you want, you decide for yourself."

After watching them all leave, Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows and shouted to me in a playful tone: "Rich woman, hungry, eat."

Faced with his joke, I pursed my lips speechlessly, tapped his plate with a spoon, and reminded: "Hurry up and eat. After eating, we will take the tram to Kyoto and get the diary back."

As for teleportation?

It didn't even occur to me that I would compromise again.

I would rather choose to spend more than two hours taking the Shinkansen, and I would not be taken by Gojo Satoru teleportation.

Thinking in my heart like this, I urged him with my eyes.