When the blind date is 5t5

I silently followed behind him, looking at this jealous big cat, a little at a loss.

What is he angry about?

Nagizaki seemed to have sensed my distress, and he took the initiative to lean over, with a deep look on his face, "Sister Asuka, why don't you go and coax him?"

I frowned and said angrily, "But I don't even know why he's angry..."

"You don't need to know this," Nagasaki interrupted me, she waved her hand, full of masculinity, "Coaxing people is nothing more than being coquettish, submissive, and saying a few promises to him."

I looked at her, and there was a line of capitalized "seek guidance" in my eyes.

Kizaki hesitated for a while, then took a deep breath, grabbed my sleeve and shook it.

While shaking, she pinched her throat and said: "For example, brother, I know I was wrong, don't be angry~ I will definitely not do it again next time! If you do it again, you can punish the baby, any punishment is fine~~ "

Her voice seemed to be mixed with a large amount of industrial white sugar that could not be melted. It almost made me fall flat on the ground, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Is this really okay?" After a long while, I tremblingly asked again.

And the answer to me was Nagasaki's confident and high-spirited sentence, "Of course, I have read romance novels for many years, and this trick will definitely not be a problem."

With her assurance, I chose to bite the bullet and quicken my pace to move to Gojo Satoru's side.

Just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

After making up my mind, I imitated the action Kizaki just demonstrated, gently pinching Gojo Satoru's sleeve with my thumb and index finger, and shaking it.

Obviously I have pulled his clothes many times before, but never made my heart beat faster like now.

Gojo Satoru lowered his head, pursed his thin lips tightly, and the coldness on his face had not yet dissipated.

The courage that had just been summoned was lost in half.

I licked my dry lips nervously, and stammered, repeating what Nagasaki said just now, without even changing my address.

Immediately afterwards, there was a wordless silence.

Quietness permeates the air quickly like a virus, and the coldness of deep winter physically cools down my throbbing heart.

Until Gojo Satoru spoke out, breaking the silence at the moment.

He repeated my words softly, with a smile in his voice, "Oni-chan?"

Only then did I realize what I had said in my panic.

Damn.

I cursed secretly, bit my lip annoyed, and said to him with force, "What, what's wrong!"

"It's nothing." Gojo Satoru smiled more cheerfully, "Is the punishment Asuka Niao said is up to me? Anything is fine?"

Looking at the sly smile on the corner of his mouth, for a moment, I thought of a weasel who was about to steal a domestic pullet, and I felt a sense of crisis in my heart.

"Well, but this time it doesn't count." My brain was thinking quickly, and I quickly added a sentence.

As for the future, let's talk about it later.

Gojo Satoru responded readily: "Deal."

As soon as the words fell, the frost on his face melted instantly, like a spring breeze, and the whole person returned to the original idleness.

The face-changing speed was so fast that I couldn't help but wonder if I was jumped by a fairy.

After all, he got angry and got my promise without paying anything.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong. After I got home and washed, I lay on the single bed.

Before falling asleep, there was still a guess in my mind that was constantly echoing.

Could it be that this guy united with the students to trick me? ! !

——*——*——

This is a very real dream.

地铁站的电子屏幕告诉了我大致信息，2018年10月31日19:46，涉谷站。

It turned out that the words of the curse spirit in the morning opened the shackles that blocked the memory, allowing this long-buried memory fragment to appear in the form of a dream.

I secretly came to this conclusion.

Consciousness floats in this body, but it cannot be controlled. It can only go through the route that has been planned as an experiencer.

The footsteps did not stop, I was walking slowly forward.

The light is cold, the clean marble floor, the pale walls are splashed with strings of dry black blood, and the corpses that cannot be seen are piled up in the corner, and there is no other sound besides my own footsteps, The silence was almost eerie, enough to make a timid person tremble and collapse to the ground.

Out of the corner of my eye, I coldly glanced over the corpse, turned the corner, and saw a piece of hell on earth ahead of me.

Men, women, children, old people.

Hundreds of broken bodies were stacked together, some were still moaning in pain, and many more were dying, with only curled fingers remaining to prove that they were still alive.

I froze, and the first thought that popped into my mind was——

run!

Get out of here before your mother comes out!

However, the cry for help is always faster than my physical response.

The hoarse male voice, the weak female voice, and the crying of a child who was about to die, they together formed a terrifying sound that was enough to make me fall off the cliff forever.

They said, "Help me."

I raised my eyes and met the pair of eyes looking at them for help, as if I saw the greedy eyes of the devils, and a bone-chilling chill came up my spine.

On the side of my neck is my mother's black hair hanging down. She is lying on my body, staring at me with cold eyes.It seems that as long as I have any thoughts of running away, the thick snake tail wrapped around my heart will hold it tightly in a silent and determined gesture until it is broken into pieces.

Realizing this, I mechanically walked towards them.

Squatting in front of the first person, he is a boy with brown soft short hair, and my figure at this moment is reflected in his barely opened eyes.

"My lord," he murmured weakly.

Catching his whisper, I sneered coldly.

I'm a shit god.

Lowering his eyes, he stretched out his hand to hang in the air on his abdomen with a big hole, and the warm white light fell silently like a meteor.

24 resets.

This is the price paid for curing the 160 trio.

After the last person's breathing stabilized, I walked forward as if I was running away, my stomach churning unstoppably.

And after the treatment started, it was endless, and the five resets of No.20 soon followed.

Then, it was No.20 six times, 27 times, 28 times, 29 times...

Walking in the underground passage full of the breath of death, I became more and more tired, and I didn't even have the strength to move forward. I wished I could die silently in some corner like these ordinary people.

Until I rescued a pink-haired boy covered in bruises.

He looked at me with tears and the pain of being forced to grow up, "Teacher."

I slumped to the ground, not caring if I would get my expensive kimono dirty.

Judging by the school uniform the boy is wearing, he should be a student of the Tokyo school, but why does he call me teacher?

In this regard, I have some doubts: "You know me?"

"Well," he nodded, "at the sister school exchange meeting."

In fact, I don't have this memory at all, but I don't have too much vigilance against the boy who is still a student.

I tilted my head, "Okay, what's your name?"

"Knotweed Yuren." Knotweed replied honestly.

After a while, he asked again: "Teacher, are you also going to save Teacher Wutiao?"

I was separated from my companions at the very beginning, and there was no signal on my mobile phone, so I didn't know what I was going to do next.

After much deliberation, he decided to follow this young man every step of the way.

Maybe it's because we're walking towards the center, almost two steps away from the dying man.

At the beginning, the knotweed was still on guard against the curse spirit behind me. Later, with the continuous healing, the vitality quickly declined, and I entered the reset again.

No.40 resets seven times.

This time, the knotweed was frightened.

The body in the dream is caught in reset, while the will keeps watching, waking and mournful.

In less than an hour, the resets I have experienced have almost doubled the total number of resets from small to large, and more.

Mentally teetering on the brink of collapse.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a mess of pink hair.

"Teacher Asuka, are you okay? Why did you suddenly become unconscious?" the boy asked anxiously.

I blinked, looked at the strange boy in front of me, and asked blankly, "Who are you?"

These words were like thunder on the ground, causing the young man to tense up.

He stared at me suspiciously, and murmured in a low voice, "Teacher Asuka, stop teasing me, this is not fun at all."

In this regard, I frowned and retorted: "I'm not joking."

After speaking, the boy turned pale.

It took a long time before he seemed to admit my truth at the moment.

"My name is Yuzu Yuhito," he said to me while trying to maintain his calmness. "A first-year student at the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse Arts. Asuka-sensei, you are going to rescue Gojo-sensei with me."

"Okay." I put my hands on the ground and barely stood up.

During this period, Polygonum cuspidatum also tried to help me, but I refused.

Being helped by a student, even if it is not a teacher of the Tokyo school, is also embarrassing.

We stopped for a while, then continued to move forward.

Along the way, what can be seen are the mutilated corpses of ordinary people, and what echoes in the ears is the last moan of dying.

No.40 eight resets.

I opened my eyes and found myself leaning on the shoulder of a strange boy.

"Who are you?" I asked.

With a pale smile, he introduced himself softly: "My name is Yuzu Yujin. Asuka-sensei, you are going to rescue Gojo-sensei with me."

Who is Wutiao teacher?

However, the school uniform on his body should belong to the Tokyo school.

I thought about it, leaving the broad shoulders of the knotweed, "Okay."

No.40 resets nine times.

……

No.60 resets three times.

The consciousness floating on the body also seemed to feel the pain after being reset again and again, struggling frantically to get rid of this nightmare.

I open my eyes.

Then I saw a boy with pink hair sitting in front of me, his back was facing me, his back seemed to be bent deeply because of some uncontrollable emotions, like an old man who was dying.

"Who are you?" I asked.

The boy turned around, his eyes were red, but his expression was the determination after making a certain decision.

He said: "Kojo Yuhito. I was arranged to escort Asuka-sensei out of here."

Hearing this, I nodded to show that I understood.

As soon as I stood up, a sudden burst of weakness caused me to stagger a few steps, and my body almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the knotweed stick helped me in time.

Then, we set off, ready to leave this place.

……

No.70 reset once.

I opened my eyes and suddenly found that I was being carried and walked by a teenager.

As if aware of my sobriety, before I could open my mouth, the boy forced a smile, and said, "Teacher Asuka, my name is Yuzu Yujin, and I have been arranged to escort you out of this place."

"Oh," I replied, "you can let me down, I can walk by myself, I don't need to bother Hu Zhang."

However, the knotweed did not obey.

He held my hand quietly and vigorously, and there was inexplicable stubbornness in his refusal tone, "Ms. Asuka is very weak now, let me hold it, and I can walk faster."

Row.

The exhaustion that surged from my body made me choose not to say anything more, and stayed quietly in the boy's arms.

……

No.70 resets seven times.

I open my eyes.

I saw a strange young man sitting beside me, he turned his head, the corner of his mouth curled up in a sad arc, "Mr. Asuka, my name is Yujin Yuzu, and I have been arranged to escort you out of danger."

He paused, pointed to the front, and said calmly: "The front is a safe zone, Mr. Asuka, hurry up and don't come back."

I stood up unsteadily, looked at this embarrassed young man, driven by some emotion that I didn't even know clearly, I asked in a low voice: "What about you?"

"Me?" Polygonum cuspidatum was stunned for a moment, and then said without hesitation, "I have to go back to fight and rescue Wutiao teacher."

"Okay. Then I'll be here, and I wish you prosperity in martial arts."

After finishing speaking, I met his gaze and walked slowly towards the direction he pointed.

A young man's voice sounded as if it could be blown away by the night wind, "Mr. Asuka, goodbye."

——*——*——

Waking up from a big dream, I exclaimed, sat up suddenly, and turned on the light.

In the yellowish light, the pillow was wet with naked eyes.

I raised my hand to touch my cheek, my fingertips were wet with cold tears, my heart seemed to be ruthlessly pinched by a big hand, the pain was so painful that I couldn't even breathe.

Trying to close his eyes, the tip of his nose seemed to be able to smell the disgusting smell of blood, and his fingers began to twitch uncontrollably.

Under this extreme anxiety, I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the door of Gojo Satoru.

Before he could knock on the door, he opened it from the inside.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru's tall figure gave me a great sense of security.

This is a feeling that no one can replace, as if as long as he is around, no one can hurt me.

Realizing this, I almost couldn't help rushing towards him, with a sob in my voice.

"Wu, I'm having a nightmare."