Vest Raiders Possibility of Scrapping Men

China Pavilion.

The interior of the restaurant with red lanterns is particularly festive. The surrounding furnishings, tables and chairs all have a strong Chinese style. After entering, the waitress in cheongsam politely guides them to the reserved seats.

The whole looks like an elegant seat, but what is different from other restaurants is that the front and back are used to separate the front and rear, and the wooden screens are very delicate and luxurious.

After the two were seated, the waiter brought tea and brought a booklet-like recipe.

Yayoi Jindai glanced at it. The details of the dishes and the general design were vividly depicted with brush calligraphy and ink paintings. In addition to the Japanese markings, there was a row of reduced English notes below, which can be said to be very considerate.

But as far as Yayoi God is concerned in this kind of shop, if he is the only one, it is absolutely impossible for him to come in and eat.

First of all, it looks very expensive.

Desserts for 500 yen a piece are not something that rich people really can’t afford. Even though Yayoi Jindai has a lot of zeros in her savings, ordinary people feel that [-] yen ramen is really worth it. good.

Also, there are so many people...

What Gojo Satoru said before was not false. There was still a little time before lunch time. The lobby of the restaurant in the Zhonghua store was already full of people, and there were still people waiting in line with their number plates outside. The scene was extremely exaggerated.

Coupled with the lively and festive interior environment of the restaurant itself, the whole place looks full of popularity and laughter.

Social fear players are strongly uncomfortable.

If it weren't for the fact that the seat where he was sitting was not in the hall and there was a screen to block it, Yayoi Kojiro would have left on the spot.

"Yayoi, would you like to try their new hot pot? It might be a bit spicy." Gojo Satoru, who was sitting across from him, unfolded the brochure, held it with one hand, and pointed at the hot pot that looked unusually hot.

"This one has good reviews on the Internet, but if you don't eat spicy food often, you may not be able to stand it. See if you want to eat it. Let's try a slightly spicy one?"

Yayoi Kojiro paused, raised her eyes and looked over quietly.

Brat, you kind of know me so well I know your tone embarrassing me you know?Isn't this the second time we met?What do you want me to do?And it's only August, are you serious about eating spicy hot pot?

"Ah, this looks great." Gojo Gojo, who didn't know what he was muttering in his heart, seemed to have discovered a new world. The smoothie bowls piled up next to the hot pot with bright eyes were painted with powder The tender pink strawberry jam looks very cool.

Yayoi God: "..."

Put together to complete the toilet day trip package?

How did this kid get here all these years?How is your stomach?

He sighed helplessly, reached out and took the brochure in the other party's hand, looked around, asked the waiter waiting next to him to get a pen, circled the selected items with a pencil, and handed them to the waiter.

"That's all, please."

"You're welcome, please wait a moment." The waitress smiled softly, took the brochure, nodded and bowed, and walked away on high heels.

The back looks very graceful, with perfect manners, it seems that she should have undergone professional training.

Yayoi Kojiro couldn't help raising her eyebrows. It has to be said that it is indeed a Chinese restaurant full of details. Such service staff look very pleasing to the eye, and it is no wonder that the business is so hot.

He couldn't help but look a little more appreciatively in his eyes, and when he withdrew his gaze and turned his head, a big face appeared in front of him, making him pause subtly.

"...Teacher Wutiao?" He asked hesitantly, and involuntarily leaned back a little, opening the distance between the two of them.

Who is this guy trying to scare to death?

"Yayoi..." The man's voice sounded very low after lowering it: "Is she as good-looking as me?"

Yayoi Kojiro: ...?

Gojo Wu looked at the young man opposite, his eyes puffed up his cheeks resentfully, and he said sullenly: "You like that look? If you want to see the cheongsam, I can wear it for you too. Am I not as good-looking as her? Look She might as well look at me!"

...?

A few black lines slowly slid down Yayoi's forehead, and she looked at the other party speechlessly.

What nonsense is this bastard talking about?

Can you see what you look like?What kind of cheongsam do you wear with your body? 1.9 meters King Kong Barbie? ?

"Look at me~" Gojo Goto leaned over half of his body from the opposite side, leaning on the table and leaning over, blinking a pair of foul blue eyes, and his lips were so moist that one couldn't help but wonder if he had painted his face before going out. Lip balm.

"Am I not pretty?"

Apart from his personality, God's beloved Lord Shenzi has no faults at all, and that baby face is even more perfect and unforgettable. Walking on the street, he is definitely the brightest boy in the crowd. As long as you don't Speak up.

Yayoi Kojiro's desire to complain has no place to vent, and she can only sigh in her heart that this guy is really, more and more limitless, what the hell are you going to do in public, you brat!Why do you want to compare who looks better with other girls? Hey!

"...Teacher Wutiao looks good." He responded casually without any ups and downs, and then saw the person in front of him twitch his mouth, retracted his smile very brightly, and nodded while leaning against his back and rubbing his chin. "Hmm, I thought so too."

"Among the people Yayoi knows, am I also the prettiest one?"

The extremely narcissistic words and the almost certain tone made Yayoi Kojiro no longer even have the desire to deal with it, and nodded with a dull face.

The smile on the man's face became even prettier. He leaned back on the chair and tilted his head, his smiling eyes curved a little, and the blue eyes seemed to have tiny starlight and asked softly: "What about Yayoi?" Do you want to consider liking me a little more?"

"..."

"Dinglingling——" a crisp ringtone rang, Gojo Satoru blinked his eyes, lowered his head to search in his pocket, and found out the vibrating mobile phone. He raised his eyebrows when he saw the caller ID on it. Then he raised his head, smiled at the boy opposite and said, "Wait for me, I'll go to the side to answer the phone."

"..." Yayoi Kojiro nodded, watched the person get up from the chair, and walked to a place a little away from the screen. There were not many people there, and it was relatively quiet. She turned her head and waved at him, as if signaling I was in this place, and then turned around and pressed the connect button on the phone.

Yayoi Kojiro withdrew his gaze from the opponent's back, then raised his hand and covered his face.

……Grass.

What the hell has this kid learned all these years, why is he so...

The gradually warming face under the palm made Yayoi Komyo bite her lower lip with a bit of annoyance, and she couldn't even find any adjectives to describe her mood. The sound of beating heartbeat was obviously a little weird in the box separated from the space. , as if someone was beating gongs and drums in his heart, the drums were beating, the speed was faster and faster, and the listener was very irritable.

... It's annoying.

Suddenly there was the sound of pattering footsteps, and Yayoi Kojima paused for a moment. After gathering his emotions, he looked up, but the person who appeared in his field of vision was not Gojo Satoru who he thought had gone out to answer the phone.

The black-haired man put his arm on the screen, the scar from the corner of his mouth from top to bottom was caused by the slight curvature of the master's grin, and with a slightly frivolous and undisciplined smile on his tough face, he lifted it lazily and placed it on the screen The upper arm waved.

"Yo, brat."

hiss--! !

Yayoi Kojiro trembled all over, gasped uncontrollably, got up from her seat reflexively, and crouched in the corner like a mouse seeing a natural enemy, her eyes widened, and the cold expression on her face almost collapsed.

It's stupid, why is this guy here? ? ?

Seeing his reaction, the corners of Zenyuan Shier's mouth slowly widened, he put down his hands, and moved his neck while walking towards the inside.

……

"...Huh? Hui, what did you just say?" Gojo Satoru, who was answering the phone, couldn't hear clearly because the voice next to him was suddenly noisy. In a cold voice, he asked: "Teacher, are you and Yueyue together right?"

Gojo Satoru blinked, and asked him curiously: "How do you know, didn't you not be with Yuren today? Could it be that you are here too?" He was talking, his head still turning around curiously turned around.

"...No." Zen Yuanhui, who was standing on a bridge, pursed her lower lip, turned to face the bridge, put her arms on the bridge railing, breathed out and said slowly, "My old man is back."

"Ah?" Wujo Wu let out a bewildered cry. It seems that this kind of thing doesn't need to be reported to him, right?He and that guy are life and death enemies, and they don't want to see that annoying face in this life.

Chanyuanhui heard the other party's speechless meaning, his face darkened for a moment, and he said in a deep voice: "He asked me to call you, saying that you were with Yueyue, and asked me to help convey a word."

"What?" The passing waiter held a tray in his hand, and the cold and sweet smoothie bowl on it caught Gojo Satoru's gaze, and he replied casually, wondering if Ah Yue had helped him Order this, should it?He was so obvious...

"I'll take away my stinky brat, go and play by yourself, Young Master Baimao." Zen Yuanhui looked at the spacious river under the bridge and repeated what the unscrupulous old man explained expressionlessly, and then spoke at a slower pace. He quickly said: "It's over, I still have to do the task, goodbye teacher." Then hang up the phone neatly.

Gojo Satoru: ...?

Grass!

After reacting, he held the phone and disappeared in place. When he returned to the box just now, the people inside had disappeared without a trace. Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth and cursed. The waiter who was carrying the dishes looked at him with eyes blinking in doubt: "Guest, are you going to the bathroom?"

The strawberry smoothie that caught his attention just now was placed on the tray in the other party's hand, and the jam that was poured on it seemed to be more than usual. Someone came from behind with things, and all the things the boy ordered were ready.

'No food wasted. '

Gojo Satoru: ...

Angrily, he retracted his legs, returned to his seat, looked at the dishes and the mouth-watering delicacies put on the table by the waiters, gritted his back molars and cursed in his heart.

Sooner or later, he will throw that old thing that likes to steal into Tokyo Bay to soak for three days and three nights!Grass!

The author has something to say: I have been really busy these two days, I have something to do at home, and the computer is broken. I originally wanted to take advantage of Double Eleven to buy one. I don’t know anything about computers. It’s easy to choose, but the result is that there is nothing online == I went to the computer city to toss all afternoon, people are almost stupid.

Jiageng... owes it first!Um!It should be fine after I'm done, sigh, I don't want to buy a computer again in this life, the experience is extremely bad, really.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Chang Zai 1;