When the blind date is 5t5

As soon as I finished speaking, I regretted it from the bottom of my heart.

But pride does not allow me to bow my head to him at this moment, so I raised my chin, put on a fearless look of "bibibi", gritted my teeth and said, "OK."

Gojo Satoru endured and endured, and finally laughed loudly in my menacing eyes that wanted to eat people.

I stared at him unhappily, kicked my calf forward vigorously, and then my face flushed.

Gojo Satoru gasped, trying to hold back the laughter, but was unsuccessful.

After a while, I growled at him angrily, "Stop laughing."

Only then did Gojo Satoru stop laughing, leaning on his chin with one hand, he said without thinking: "Asuka is so cute."

The protracted ending made it even more apparent that his tone of voice was sloppy when he said this.

I subconsciously clenched the hand that was holding the table knife, exerting force.

"Pricking", a sharp voice echoed in my ears.

I lowered my head, glanced at the browned toast that I had cut in a mess, and then glanced at the intact breakfast on the Wuwu plate.

Invisibly, they form an extremely sharp contrast.

It also seemed to be mocking, mocking me for not having the confidence to try to imitate his flirtatiousness, and in the end it was myself who was eaten to death.

Realizing this, I threw the knife in my hand like a hot potato, stood up, and said distractedly, "I won't eat."

Gojo Gojo didn't seem to notice my unhappiness at the moment. He smiled and asked, "What? Is today's breakfast not to your liking?"

I ignored him and turned around on my own.

Maybe it was because the range of motion just now was too large, but suddenly, the discomfort there became obvious again.

Swollen, does not affect walking but full of wear.

I frowned, subconsciously slowed down my steps, straightened my back, and walked forward step by step, like a noble lady in ancient clogs.

Behind him, Gojo Satoru's hateful voice continued, "Aren't Asuka hungry? Come back and eat some more."

I tried to reply calmly: "I'm not hungry, and it's almost time to go out."

After that, I packed up my backpack and got ready to go out.

Gojo Gojo paused for a moment, and he said in an uncompromising tone, "You don't need to go to the college today, just rest at home."

The movement of my hands froze, and I looked up at him, "What about today's class?"

Gojo Satoru put down the porcelain white coffee cup and said casually, "I will go."

When I got his answer, my eyes instantly became suspicious.

After that time when he went out for actual combat, he never showed up during class time, and he handed over all the knotweed sticks to me, and became the hands-free shopkeeper.

Can he really take this class well?

If the students asked me why I didn't come, how would Gojo Satoru answer?

Soon, the brain conceived such a scene.

Gojo Satoru stood lazily in front of the podium, looked at the curious eyes of the knotweed below, and answered frankly, "Teacher Asuka, she is not feeling well today."

"Ah? Is it a cold?"

Hearing this, he smiled ambiguously: "No. As for what is uncomfortable, you will know when you have a date."

……

If a conversation like this happened, my hand holding the zipper would start to tremble.

After that, he probably won't have the face to appear in front of the knotweed and the others again!

My body shivered silently. I firmly zipped up my backpack and refused in a cold voice: "No, I'm fine. I can go to class."

After finishing speaking, I bounced back and forth to prove to him that I have no physical problems at all.

No one can stop a social animal from going to work today!

Gojo Satoru was silent, he didn't know what he was thinking, and there was an inexplicable sense of danger in his eyes when he looked over.

Especially when his eyes flicked across my whole body, the alarm bell in my brain started to vibrate.

So, while he was still thinking, I quickly tiptoed out the door.

After closing the door, he scanned the surroundings vigilantly, and when he saw that there was no one, he immediately put on a pain mask on his face.

While waiting for the elevator to come up, I quietly recalled how I made an appointment with Gojo Satoru to have a showdown at night.

The impulse dissipated, and the rationality gradually returned.

Maybe my brain has gotten into the water, I tugged on my sleeve regretfully and thought.

The apartment that Gojo Satoru bought is located in the most prosperous area of ​​Tokyo. If there is one word to describe it, it would be every inch of land.

Take the low-rise buildings as an example, each set has been fired for hundreds of millions of yuan, not to mention the top floor where he is located.

The corridors are cleaned by dedicated cleaners, and the metal elevator doors are clean without any trace of dust.

At this moment, it is clearly reflecting a slender figure.

The woman was wearing a pink and white kimono, with long chestnut hair hanging over her shoulders, which made her face look whiter and smaller.She was wearing delicate makeup, but her expression was quite grinning, as funny as a clown.

I commented secretly, and when I took a closer look, I suddenly discovered that the clown was actually me.

His pupils trembled, and Honkai's expression froze.

Immediately afterwards, with a crisp ding-dong sound, the elevator doors opened automatically.

Seeing this, I forcibly suppressed the regret in my heart, ignored my physical discomfort, pursed my lips and walked in calmly.

——*——*——

After class, I lay on the back of the fluffy alpaca, and I suddenly met the caring eyes of Polygonum cuspidatum, and I was once again thankful that I didn't let Wujo Wu come to class.

"Teacher Asuka, are you feeling unwell?" He asked.

"It's okay," I came back to my senses, and responded casually with a lie, "It's just my menstrual period."

Hearing this, Hu Zhang heaved a sigh of relief, and then rubbed the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

Regarding this, Nagasaki showed a clear expression of "As a girl, I also understand the pain of menstrual period." She said, "Do you want me to help find Sister Nitzi?"

Using inversion surgery to relieve dysmenorrhea, isn't that too much of a fuss? !

I slandered, and decisively declined their kindness.

The next second, there was a knock on the classroom door.

When I opened the door, I stared blankly at the tired face with dark circles under the eyes of Jia Ruozi, and I couldn't help thinking.

Does she have a special gift for perceiving her name to be evoked by others, otherwise why did she appear just as soon as she was mentioned.

Probably because the curiosity in my eyes was too obvious, Jia Ruozi looked at me, and said with a flat expression: "Gojo Satoru asked me to come over and treat you. What, is there any injury?"

Hearing this, I was completely helpless.

One wants to use inversion surgery to relieve dysmenorrhea, while the other uses inversion surgery to relieve aftermath.

They are worthy of being masters and apprentices!

Even the brain circuit can be said to be exactly the same.