When the blind date is 5t5

According to Ueto, Gojo Satoru should be the strongest magician today, bar none.

The vows made not long ago began to waver.

I struggled in my head for a long time before I bit my lip and tapped the cancel button tremblingly.

Damn it, the flag can't stand indiscriminately.

My face hurts.

As soon as it was released, he quickly sent a message.

[Wujo Satoru: Pull black? ]

Seeing this, I was so embarrassed that I wanted to bury my head in the crack of the table, but I couldn't help but curse in my heart:

Is he always in front of the phone?

No matter how much he resisted in his heart, Grandpa's words were like the sword of Damocles hanging high above his head.

I had to be ashamed and deny it: [Not really. ]

[Gojo Satoru: ...]

Then, he sent another picture.

I clicked to open it, and the bright red exclamation mark on the top and the small words on the bottom hit me hard in the face again.

For a while, I didn't know what words to use to relieve the embarrassment at the moment. After deliberation, I had to pick an emoji package of kneeling and crying into a ball and sent it.

After a long time, he sent a sentence.

[Wujo Wu: Forget it, I will spare you this time. ]

After getting this sentence of forgiveness, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to staring at the phone screen tangled.

How to bring up that topic?

Before I could think of a suitable way to start, the other person handed me □□.

[Wujo Satoru: Tell me, what can you do with me? ]

So, I organized my wording, typed sentence after sentence in the chat box with a face full of confusion, but deleted it again and again.

The other side waited patiently.

The hour hand of the small round clock on the desktop slowly moved to "9". I glanced at my last answer and sent it rather resignedly.

[Does the proposal you said in the morning still count? ]

I can almost guess that his expression at the moment should be full of jokes and ridicule.

But I have no choice.

Narrow social restrictions limit my choices. If his answer is no, then I can only choose targets from among the students.

But fortunately, Gojo Satoru is still willing to marry me after repeated rejections and blocking.

[Wujo Wu: Make a number. ]

This answer was like a timely rain, which instantly calmed down the overflowing anxiety in my heart.

For a moment, my eyelashes filled with uncontrollable tears.

What a nice guy he is!

I sighed silently, and then selectively forgot about the fact that he deceived me by pretending to be an impostor, and continued to post:

[I agree with your proposal. ]

As soon as this news was sent out, the ringtone of the voice phone rang unexpectedly, breaking the silence of the room immediately.

I picked up the phone in surprise, only to hear him ask in a low voice, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes." I was still a little overwhelmed.

Why did you call suddenly?

Wouldn't it be enough to communicate directly by typing?

Just as I was thinking wildly, the sound of the man's shallow breathing came into my ears clearly through the microphone.

Suddenly, an illusion popped up in my mind.

At this moment, he seems to be lying on my shoulders, and even the air is vaguely entangled with a bit of ambiguity.

The earlobe gradually began to feel hot, and I covered it with both hands in a panic, trying to physically cool it down with my slightly cold body temperature.

As the other end of the phone, he didn't notice my shyness, "I'll pick you up at noon tomorrow."

"Ok?"

"Meet me, let's discuss the details of the marriage together." He paused, as if thinking of something, and added with a smile, "By the way, let's watch a movie together."

"Watch, watch a movie???"

"Yes, there is a new movie recently, and I heard from Youren that it's good."

As soon as I heard it, I frowned hesitantly. I can understand and accept it when we meet and discuss.

But watch a movie.

Isn't this generally linked to couples dating? ? !

Reason told me not to think too much, Gojo Satoru just wanted to find a partner, and he didn't have any extra thoughts.But the heartbeat speeded up completely uncontrollably, echoing in my ears like a drum beating.

My brain was full of various conjectures, and I accepted his invitation blankly.

"Don't forget," he said with undisguised pleasure, "good night."

"Good night."

I responded, putting down my phone and was about to hang up.

His seemingly kind reminder sounded together with the beep at the end of the speech, "Remember to dress stylishly, don't..."

Hearing this, my eyes widened, and a series of angry bullet screens flashed across my mind.

Is he questioning my taste?

What happened to the kimono?

The unique charm of history is contained in the kimono.

I felt that I had been insulted, and the urge to block him once again rose in my heart.

——*——*——

The next day came quickly.

I was a few minutes earlier than the agreed time, and I stood alone at the entrance of the High School waiting.

The winter sun is not very hot, and it does not leave a trace of warmth when it shines on the skin.

Because I was in a hurry to go out, I forgot to put on my gloves, and now it will be too late to get them back.

After weighing it up, I chose to resist.

His hands were exposed to the biting cold wind, and after a while, they became a little stiff from the cold.

The fingertips and the back of the hands began to turn red, and the itching continued to crawl on the skin like small bugs.

After breaking through a certain critical point, the redness and itching quickly faded under the instinct of the body.

However, this treatment is only a palliative, not a permanent cure.

There are no gloves that can resist the cold, and it only needs a cold wind to return to its original state.

It's too difficult to go back and forth like this.

After I endured it for a while, I finally decided to put my hands together in front of my mouth, breathing hot air without any ladylike manners.

Wisps of white air slipped through the gap between my fingers and dissipated soundlessly in the air.

And Wujo Satoru appeared in front of me at this time.

I quickly put down my hand, pretending nothing had happened on my face, but I couldn't stop feeling annoyed in my heart.

Damn it, if I knew it, I would have endured it.

The way he looked just now must have seemed extremely stupid to him.

Then I remembered the purpose of meeting today, and I felt a little uneasy again for no reason.

I glanced at him furtively from the corner of my eye, and saw that he was frowning, and those blue eyes were staring at my hand without blinking, as if seeing something unbearable generally.

Seeing this, I subconsciously withdrew my hands behind my back, so as not to obstruct his eyes.

However, what I didn't expect was that after I finished this action, Gojo Satoru's face became a little more stinky.

Master Wutiao is really difficult to serve.

I couldn't help complaining in my heart.

Then he said, "Hand out."

"what???"

Before I could react, Gojo Satoru took a step forward and forcibly pulled out my right hand that was shrunk behind my back.

The cold skin was suddenly enveloped by warmth, I looked down at the hand I was holding with him, and my heart suddenly tugged.

Even though it's just the first contact, the body seems to have been tempered thousands of times, and the sense of familiarity suddenly surges up.

Very strange.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I even forgot to draw my hand away.

"I've already made an appointment with the restaurant," he said casually, with raised eyebrows, "Yidizhi is waiting for us at the intersection ahead, and he will be responsible for taking us to our destination."

After the words fell, I suddenly came back to my senses, my cheeks were already hot.

The hand that was held was a little bit harder, I tried to shake off his hand, and said in a trembling voice: "You let go first."

He didn't let go of my hand because of my struggle, but clenched it tighter.

"Since you are going to become a husband and wife," he raised his eyebrows and pointed out calmly, "you should learn to get used to my contact."

My movements froze, and I turned to look at him in astonishment, "But, what you proposed yesterday was not just a marriage in name?"

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment.

Afterwards, I was keenly aware of an unnatural freeze in his expression, but soon this freeze disappeared quietly.

He curled the corner of his mouth and said softly, "I regret it."

Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat for an instant.

Wait, what do you regret? ! !