When the blind date is 5t5

This is a small izakaya.

The wooden screen engraved with simple moiré pattern cuts the space into four pieces, and at the same time, it also isolates the conversation and gaze of the next table, providing good privacy.

The light is warm and yellow, lazily covering this small corner, and the spicy and sweet curry permeates the air, tempting the appetite of all the people present.

Gojo Satoru sighed quite satisfied, squinted his eyes happily, rubbed his stomach with his right hand, and spread his long legs wide open under the dining table.

This log square table was not very big, it was roomy for two people, but crowded for three people, so his move can be said to have seriously encroached on the territory of Xia Youjie and Jia Ruzi.

Especially in the eyes of some conjurers with extremely sensitive senses, this kind of close contact seems to be provocative for everyone except lovers and family members who are related by blood.

Unhappy, very unhappy.

Jia Ruozi frowned, feeling the faint temperature coming from the side of his calf, his whole face turned green.

Is this guy showing off his long legs?

She thought to herself, and spontaneously constructed a beautiful picture in her mind of herself wearing a white coat, sharpening her knife and scrambling to Wujo Wujo.

As a victim in Naobuli, Gojo Satoru didn't realize the crisis, he still sat lazily.

In this regard, Jia Ruozi couldn't bear it anymore, instead he took out a scalpel from his pocket and commanded him imposingly: "Take it back."

After speaking, she slammed the scalpel on the table again.

Wujo Wu heard the words, but just blinked, the corners of his mouth curled up with a childish mischievousness.

Afterwards, he pretended to be stupid and said, "What does Nitro want me to accept?"

When he asked this sentence, he intentionally ambiguous the words, and it fell into the ears of Jia Ruozi, and he seemed completely awkward.

Jia Ruozi took a deep breath and tried to keep calm: "If you don't take back these two legs, I can do a good deed every day and help you cut them off and feed them to wild dogs."

Hearing this threat, Gojo Satoru rested his chin with one hand, and the arc of the corner of his mouth did not decrease at all.

Jiarui Nitzi paused, as if thinking of something, fanaticism suddenly appeared in his usually sleepy brows and eyes.

She pursed her lips, and her pupils were extremely black against the whites of her eyes at this moment, as if they were completely soaked in ink, "Don't worry, I will definitely let you successfully complete this amputation operation in a conscious state."

The tone is gloomy, and there is a posture of cutting legs in public.

Facing this increasingly dangerous gaze, Wutiao retracted his legs with wit and humor, and whispered, "How can a girl threaten someone with a scalpel at every turn? It's too rude. You won't be able to attract the favor of the opposite sex like this."

Jia Ruozi sneered, "If you don't want your mouth, I'll sew it up for you right now."

Wutiao Wu heard the words and wanted to argue with her again, but before he could open his mouth, he was persuaded by Xia Youjie.

Xia Youjie held his forehead helplessly, and said in a good-humored voice, "Wu, please keep your words to a minimum."

"Hey, hey," Gojo Satoru began to dissatisfy, "I'm not wrong, Jie, you always take sides with Nitro."

"She's a girl."

"Then I'm still a boy!"

Xia Youjie was speechless.

Gojo Satoru squinted at his brows and eyes from the corner of his eye, from which he seemed to have discovered some kind of emotion hidden deep in his friend.

Tangled, depressed, but hard to control.

Gojo Gojo paused, he was thinking, and his smile was slightly narrowed.

"Jie, you don't have a crush on Nitro, do you?"

As soon as this sentence came out, it exploded on the dining table like a bomb.

Everyone reacts differently.

Xia Youjie's first reaction was to deny it, but Gojo Wu roguely expressed his disbelief.

"Don't rush to explain," I saw the white-haired boy flicking the glass in his hand, and the end of his speech was unconsciously dragged out, "After all, explaining is covering up, and covering up is the truth."

Xia Youjie froze his face. It took a long time before he chose to give up his defense and angrily reached out to pick up Wutiao Wu's collar.

"What do you want to do? Don't touch your hands."

Gojo Satoru was still smiling.

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth: "Go, go out and fight."

Seeing that the two were about to fight again in public, Jiarui Nizi just wanted to applaud Xia Youjie at this moment.

Suddenly recalling what Gojo Satoru said, she fell into deep thought.

if it is real.

So how should she react?

Reject, or agree?

Jia Ruozi thought hesitantly, and his eyes fell silently on Xia Youjie's eyes that were wide open due to anger.

Suddenly, she felt that his eyebrows and eyes were not inferior to Wujo Wu, on the contrary, they were much more pleasing to the eyes than Wujo Wu.

Gojo Wu pulled Xia Youjie's wrist away, "Are you admitting it?"

The feelings that have been hidden for a long time have been uncovered nakedly, and now it is useless to try to find a way to cover them up.

Xia Youjie no longer changed the subject, and responded with lowered eyes: "Yes."

"Wow~"

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but exclaimed, he didn't expect that he would cheat out of a shocking melon just by such a trick.

He was stupefied inwardly, then looked at Nitzi again, and asked enthusiastically like an eighth woman: "Grandma, what is your attitude towards Jie?"

When Xia Youjie heard this, he didn't know what kind of answer he was expecting, and the nerves in his brain tensed quietly.

Jia Ruozi glanced at his habitually pursed lips, which were slightly pale due to the force the owner of the body had not noticed.

Seeing this, she remained silent, then moved her body to one side, and after putting some distance away from Gojo Satoru, she calmly said: "I remember that the main topic of the topic today is you, not us."

In her calmness, Gojo Satoru's heart of wanting to help his brother lead the red line also gradually cooled down.

Feelings cannot be forced.

He knew this truth very well, so he puffed up his face and said, "Okay."

The barley tea slid into the glass along the slender spout of the teapot, and the heat turned into milky white smoke slowly rising, blurring Gojo Satoru's eyes.

He fell into memories: "I met Xiao Feiniao on Valentine's Day when I was 11 years old."

——*——*——

On February 2000, 2, the spring was cold.

As early as a week ago, members of the Kamo family had arrived at Gojo House.

It is said that they also brought six children and planned to live in Wujo house for a period of time.The purpose is very clear, it is to get on good terms with the still young son of the Wutiao family.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door silently, his childish and round face was as cold as ice.

However, before he crossed the threshold, a gentle female voice came from behind.

I just heard her ask: "Xiao Wu, where do you want?"

Gojo Satoru froze in his footsteps, he clearly understood that as long as he went back, what he would face would be the broken thoughts from his mother.

Thinking of this, he replied "I'll go to the garden to get some fresh air" in a voice that hadn't yet entered the period of voice change, and then walked forward without looking back.

Inside the house, there was a beautiful woman sitting on a wooden chair.

She frowned, watching Gojo Wu's little figure go further and further away, and couldn't help but said to herself: "Is this kid starting to rebel? It's just a reminder that he wants to marry the little girl from the Kamo family." The children start to get impatient when they meet each other. If there is someone in the group of children who has the same personality, you can just become friends with him, which is better than being alone."

Gojo Satoru didn't hear this passage.

However, even if he was present, Gojo Satoru, who was stepping into the second stage of middle school, would only tell his mother that he didn't need friends.

What can a friend do?

Play games together?But he can clear the difficulty of hell alone, without a partner at all.

study together?He can fully grasp the content taught by the family teacher with just a glance, and he doesn't need to communicate with people of the same age.With this time, it is better to sleep a little longer, after all, this age is very sleep-deprived.

Hang out together?Then you have to protect his safety, trouble.

After a careful analysis in his heart, Gojo Satoru refused to find a friend among the children sent by the Zenyuan family.

Walking to the garden, the cold has not completely left, but the world in front of me has already appeared a little bit of green, as if only a warm spring breeze can completely revive this withered shrub and flower bush.

Gojo Satoru clasped his hands behind his head, obviously looking lazy, but the dark green kimono on his body gave him a bit of nobility.

He walked slowly along the cobblestone path.

Anyway, it was still long before dinner, so he could find a remote corner with no one there and sleep comfortably.

However, when Gojo Satoru was lying down and about to fall asleep, an accident happened.

There was a faint sobbing sound not far away.

And as time passed, the sobbing sound became more and more obvious, as if it would appear in front of him in the next second.

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes.

He saw a short and thin figure stumbling towards him at the end of his line of sight.