July 7, the last Saturday in July 27.

When Gojo Satoru, who didn't come home until six o'clock in the morning, woke up, he was alone in the dark bedroom with the curtains closed.

Baihuawang is a private high school, and the senior three has classes on Saturday morning.

Gojo Satoru picked up his phone and checked the time, it was 9:15.

Should be in English class.

The language course is a class that Lihui always knows how to fish in the future. Wrapped in the quilt, he rolled to the other side where she slept, and tapped a face in the chat box.

The message quickly jumps to read.

"Bad student: what time did you come back?"

He found a glass of water at the bedside, and typed with one hand: "It's so cold -- how about good morning?"

"Bad student:."

Gojo Satoru raised the corners of his lips and typed slowly: "It's four o'clock, I can't remember clearly. Ahhh—is poor little Mirai so lonely that he can't sleep without me?"

The message jumped to read, and a picture came after ten seconds.

It is an unlocking record of a door lock.

Excluding her departure record in the morning, the most recent one is the entry record at 6:23.

"Bad student: Then next time you come home late, remember to enter through the window."

": Your tradition."

Gojo Gojo let out a light "ah".

The door lock was changed by her some time ago, and he thought it was because his original lock was not safe, and now the case has been solved.

Waiting here to catch him.

He sent it with a pitiful expression, and after waiting for a few seconds, he changed the subject: "I got the custom-made kimono back. Should I wear it at noon or should I just take it with me?"

Since the beginning of April, an anime set in the Taisho era has become very popular, and Taisho romantic kimonos have entered the market.

He caught a glimpse of it in the fashion magazine of Rose Nagasaki, and thought that although Rie would stuff his cloakroom so much that his clothes could only be tucked in the cracks in the next two months, it seemed that there was no similar style.

So he took the time to order a set, and the pattern was taken from his set of Yanfei Wisteria.

Of course, there are other thoughts.

However, it happened that two days after the deadline of the construction period was the Sumida River Fireworks Festival, so I took the opportunity to plan a formal date.

——When I showed her the bottom line before, she seemed to be quite looking forward to it.

The attitudes of both parties were so natural that they seemed to be giving an ordinary gift and having an ordinary date.

However, Li Huifu's attention was not diverted by him at all. A minute later, another picture came over.

It's a screenshot of a web search.

"Q: The dangers of lack of sleep in men

A: (omitted)... Physical weakness and aging... (omitted) ... Yang ○ early ○, and may even cause ○ dysfunction. "

Gojo Satoru:?

He stared at the screenshot and snuggled on the pillow. Before he could type a word, Li Huifu's news came in again.

"Bad student: 50 a night is not cheap, don't affect my consumption experience."

Gojo Satoru:? ?

It's getting more and more outrageous, she has never paid him any money.

"Bad student: Alright, the phone is out of gas, let's stop chatting."

"[Bye Bye Cat? JPG]"

Gojo Satoru:? ?

He simply laughed out loud, and while laughing, he took a corner of the battery of her screenshot and sent it, 78% of the battery was glowing green.

"Two more minutes, let's talk about the consumption experience."

The message didn't jump to read for several minutes.

I guess he didn't look at his phone.

After he tried to send a few more messages, he knew that she was determined to ignore him, so he simply threw the phone aside and closed his eyes.

— Then sleep for another hour.

The charm of returning to the cage is endless.

Gojo Satoru woke up in an unusually good mood, and even called back a missed call in an excellent tone.

"Hey, hello, good morning~ Selling products or calling/letting/scamming? If the latter is the case, I will hang up the phone first when I run out of gas. If the former is the case, does the communication last for 3 minutes and there is a salary commission? If the chat content is not limited—ah, you Do you have a girlfriend?"

Opposite: "This gentleman, we."

Gojo Satoru interrupted the casting of the spell: "I feel like you are working so hard? Have you considered finding a girlfriend, the kind that will urge you to sleep."

opposite:"……"

Without saying a word, he hung up the phone decisively.

Gojo Satoru shrugged, turned on the light with his backhand, and the almost dark room was suddenly filled with warm light.

The lights were not turned off all night.Usually, when he returns late from a mission, Lihui will sleep with the light on in the future, and turn off the light only when the two of them fall asleep together, and last night was no exception.

But now he didn't turn off the light, so it was probably Li Hui who turned it off before going out in the morning.

She never told him the reason why she changed her decades-long habit of turning off the lights and going to sleep, but he could more or less guess why.

Later, the chat records he saw by chance also confirmed his conjecture.It was a conversation between Lihui Future and Noctua Moth two days after he "dropped the horse".

After the exchange about the business, Lie Mirai mentioned the "six eyes" and then asked bluntly, "Will sleep be affected?"

Noctua Zhengdao replied that he didn't know.

He added: "But it shouldn't be a problem. He also sleeps a lot during the day at school."

Li Hui future thanked, and the chat stopped there.

Combining time and content, it is easy to infer facts.

She probably also weighed it, after all, it is extremely difficult for a self-interested egoist to step back for others, but on that day, she still chose to press the switch of that light.

——A girl who only understands possession and plunder is trying to express concern, and how to love others.

This kind of immature, awkward and inexplicably frank love always makes people feel very cute.

He opened the heavy light-blocking curtains, and the almost dazzling sunlight leaked out, and the room seemed to complete the alternation of day and night in an instant.

Four p.m.

"It's a date [image]"

After walking through the Omotesan Road between Kaminarimon and Sensoji Temple, the two sat down to rest at a small outdoor table in a small shop, and Gojo Satoru sent out a dynamic photo of them together.

The white-haired young man in the photo is wearing a kimono with dark gray hakama and swallow-flying wisteria pattern, sunglasses, and half of his blue eyes are exposed.

In contrast, although the black-haired girl in her arms has the same pattern, it is more delicate and complicated. Light white lace and polished pearls are embellished on the collar, which complements the western-style hat and gloves.

Under the lace-faced flower umbrella supported by the girl, the light and shadow contours of the lotus leaves form a proper composition, and the slanting sunlight outlines the outlines of the two with a beautiful golden edge.

There was a reply soon under the dynamic.

"Wild Rose: I have read, cropped, and hugged the picture."

"Gojo Satoru replied to Wild Rose:? The teacher will be sad."

"Wild Rose replied to Gojo Satoru: Is there such a good thing?"

"Maki: Posting pictures that can be cropped is more valuable than posting "Today's eggs are so round for the future", I like it."

"Gojo Satoru replied to Maki: I will cry with love fried eggs, but the single photo is my exclusive."

"Pure reply Gojo Satoru: Single photo? Can I see it?"

"Gojo Satoru returns to pure: good aunt ^-^"

"Wild Rose replied to Gojo Satoru: Hahaha"

"Maki replied Gojo Satoru: Hahaha"

"Glass: I have read it ^-^"

"Kusakabe: I have read it ^-^"

"Wild Rose: I have read it ^-^"

After Gojo Satoru sent dozens of single-person photos to Junko Rie, he threw the phone aside and lay sleepily on the table.

"Your mother actually watched the news?" He asked back.

"of course."

"Then why didn't she respond to the posts I posted before... I thought she never watched the posts." Gojo Satoru was puzzled.

"Those? Dynamics?" She paused, "You mean those dynamics that create your "positive, beautiful, optimistic, gentle, intellectual kitchen" persona? "

Wutiaowu: "..."

"I blocked you during that time." Li Huiwei said softly.

There are several strange things in a day, all thanks to Nagasaki Wild Rose taking screenshots and complaining every day.

I spent the morning shooting books in the afternoon, actually stayed at home and watched movies all day, ordered takeaway at noon and evening, baked a few slices of bread in the morning and fried an egg, and took a dozen photos with my mobile phone.

outrageous.

"Ah, that's right." She looked at him as if remembering something, "My father also watches your movements."

Gojo Satoru: "Huh?! He doesn't even have an avatar on LINE."

Even after adding friends for two months, the greeting he sent to him is still unread.

"Didn't I tell you?" She asked knowingly, the smile on her lips couldn't be held back, "He signed up for LINE just to watch your updates, he cares about you so much."

This matter was known through Lie Junko.

Koichi Sato basically went to Gojo Satoru's news every night to review, and then complained to Junko one by one.

Later, I was moved when I saw the speeches of Gojo Satoru's skinny people, and Junko commented with her eyes holding back a smile: "The taste and morals are not bad, and it seems that they are good at taking care of people."

He finally let go: "Forget it, she always has her own ideas in the future, let her make her own decisions and bear the consequences, as long as she doesn't make mistakes in the general direction, the cost of trial and error is still affordable, lest you miss it, regret it, regret it, and have to pay for it again." Blame us."

——Until he turned to the dynamic about Wu Tiao Wu catching his favorite baby fish and talking ugly.

It is said that during those few days, Huihao watched the fish in the yard every day, as if he couldn't accept the fact that his precious fish was called ugly.

Balanced body, bright colors, beautiful markings, where is the ugly?

In short, since that day, he has become more and more displeased with Gojo Satoru's dynamics, and finally, in order to vent his anger, he presented five large koi with the same stripes to the Tokyo High School.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru never went to Yuchi.

In this regard, Junko suggested: "If you want him to really praise your father's fish one day, it's best to praise all kinds of flowers and plants in the yard. It feels super effective."

Li paints the future: "Received"

Then forget about it.

Gojo Satoru was looking at his own dynamics, with a relaxed posture and a relaxed expression: "There should be no problem, in fact, I still considered it when sending it..." His voice became smaller and smaller.

He read a few more, and firmly made a boastful conclusion: "He looks like a super nice man."

Li paints the future: "..."

Probably completely forgot about the innocent fish.

Another piece of Junko's news was inserted.

"Jun: Is the future kimono newly custom-made?"

": The patterns are beautiful."

Gojo Satoru saw this meaningful question, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he reached out to wrap his arms around the waist of the girl beside him and led her to sit on his lap, curled up and hugged her, his chin rested on her shoulder, and lazily said: "Can I say I sent it?"

"If it's about clothes, you can do whatever you want." She clicked on a new photo and began to adjust the filter.

"Hey, is it true that I acted too naturally?"

He raised his hand to press down her mobile phone, looked up at her, and smiled narrowly, "When receiving such a gift, don't smart students really know what the teacher is thinking?"

After all, gifting formal kimonos and yukatas, in some senses, is quite different in performance.

"What's on your mind?" She tilted her head, her fully opened eyes were round and clear, and she almost had 'I don't understand—' written all over her face.

"Oh forgot, you are a smart but bad student." He let go of his hand and said while typing the message, "This type of student always likes to make things difficult for the teacher. It's really tricky."

In his chat box is an unsent message.

——"Yes, I sent it to her, and she accepted it."

Then he slowly deleted the latter sentence and changed it to "Yes. She likes it very much" that seemed to only capture the superficial meaning and sent it out.

"Ask for a lottery first, and then go to worship the gods to form a relationship. Everyone has such a process... By the way, I still have to buy... Oh, please guard."

In the overcrowded scenic spot on Saturday, Gojo Satoru arranged everything by himself.

"It is said that there are a lot of fierce lottery here." Gojo Satoru threw [-] yen into the box and pretended to shake the lottery tube, "but"

Li Huifu: "I checked, and the chance of being fierce is 30%."

"If you check it in advance, it won't work!"

With a snap, the wooden stick fell.

The wooden sign fell out a little unexpectedly, before Gojo Satoru even had time to operate in secret, both of them froze for a moment.

"So anxious." He resentfully picked up the wooden sign, on which was written an odd number seven, which was a good number.

"Forget it, according to the question I asked, it must be a good luck."

He finds the drawer named Seven.

"What's the problem?" Li Huilai put his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly, looking somewhat curious about the drawn lottery.

"Of course it's love—"

Opening the drawer, a thin signature was taken out.

Gojo Gosou casually glanced at it, and the arc of the corner of his lips froze instantly.

In the next moment, the culture of the lottery in his hand became a fan.

Li paints the future: "..."

There is no silver 300 taels here.

Gojo Satoru waved away the flying paper scraps: "It's good luck. It's a pity that I was so excited that I accidentally crushed it."

"No-little-heart-crushed-broken." The girl repeated the words maliciously.

Gojo Satoru felt annoyed and funny.

He stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek: "Don't laugh."

"Why can't you laugh?" She smiled and asked back, "Ask about love, it's Daji, can't I be happy? Could it be that you're asking about love with sister Inoue Kazuka?"

"Why did you write this down?"

"Since it's a lucky relationship, then you say, "This is a good sign." "She persisted and continued to tease.

Gojo Gojo clicked his tongue, stretched out his arms to hug the smiling girl, and lowered his voice in her ear: "I'm asking about your ○○ tonight, is it related to love? Do you think it's good luck or bad luck? Yes or no ?”

"Master God would count such a thing?"

Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly, "I am the strongest, of course he will take care of my face."

The value of BKing is full.

She hooked his neck and laughed: "It's so powerful."

Gojo Wutiao accepted the somewhat yin and yang compliment with a frank face: "That's natural, it's amazing."

"I also want a lottery." She took out a hundred yen and put it in, picked up the lottery holder, and glanced at Gojo Wujo, "You are not allowed to cheat."

"This kind of thing is a psychological effect." He patted the girl's head, and he didn't know who he was talking to, "For ordinary people who don't know whether "fate" exists, they will feel happy when they get a good lottery. If you sign, you will pay attention to avoiding some inappropriate behaviors, so you will become better.In short, as long as the mentality is strong and firm, it doesn't matter whether it is a good sign or a bad sign. "

"You talk a lot."

She gave him a push, closed her eyes and began to draw the lottery.

Wutiaowu: "..."

The wooden stick made a crisp knocking sound in the stick, and then a wooden stick that belonged to her slipped down.

"Eighteen." He caught it and glanced at the label.

The girl stretched out her hand and opened the drawer named Eighteen, and took out the thin signature from inside.

"Tenth Lucky"

Before she had time to say anything, she felt the person behind her breath a sigh of relief: "Wow, Daji, it is said that the chance is only 17%!"

... This guy obviously checked it too.

Her eyes fell on the short twenty-word signature below.

"Old things become broken (past misfortunes are replaced by good things) New innovations start to see wealth (wealth comes with new wishes)

Change to look outside the cloud (to touch the same existence on the cloud) the dead tree will bloom in spring (the dead tree will also reopen in this spring)”①

For a moment neither of them spoke.

A few seconds later, the light yellow lottery was folded three times and put into her handbag. She turned her head to look at Gojo Satoru thoughtfully, and waved her hand in front of his eyes: "In a daze?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly: "It can't be really accurate."

"Didn't Lord Shenming give the strongest face?" She asked back with a smile.

It seems that he is still thinking about his own "fierce".

Wujo Wujo seemed to be laughed angrily: "Why do I feel that you are quite gloating?"

"Really?" Li Huifu blinked and repeated the reading across time and space, "Mentality-state-strong-big-and-firm-steady."

Although it is the original words, but more or less tainted with a bad smell of provocation.

He stared at her for several seconds, but her eyes did not flinch, and finally he could only sigh faintly.

——"There's really nothing I can do about you."

"It's better to make a wish to the god than to make a wish to me."

The five yuan coin was bounced between the thumb and forefinger by Gojo Wuka, and then fell into the palm of the hand again.

Li Huifu took off his gloves and put them back in his bag, and handed the umbrella to Gojo Satoru: "It's because the gods didn't give the strongest face, so the strongest blocked him unilaterally, right?"

"This stalk hasn't passed yet." He complained, and put a five-yuan coin in her palm.

"What about you, do you want more?" She asked intentionally again, "The strongest."

"If you mention this stalk again, I will kiss you in front of the gods, and make your legs so weak that you can only hang on me." He gritted his teeth and threatened.

"Give it a try." She didn't take it seriously, "I don't know how to be hard, but those who can be hard will probably be a little embarrassed."

"..." The threat was fruitless but was threatened, and in the end there was only one sentence left, "Future classmate, can you stop talking."

Li Huifu nodded very cooperatively: "You can consider making a wish to God, maybe he will give the strongest face."

Wutiaowu: "..."

The index finger hooked the back collar of the girl's kimono, and the gentle and casual disguise was removed in an instant, showing a sharp and dangerous smile: "Let me answer the previous question by myself - I got it, you are a big murderer tonight Oh, be careful."

His other hand gestured to support her waist, something shiny flashed in the sunlight, and fell from the man's palm into the girl's handbag.

Li Huifu: "Yeah, okay, I know, let's work hard."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Forget it.

Don't compare with her.

The coin was thrown in, and he watched the black-haired girl closing her eyes and making a wish, bowing and clapping her hands in a similar manner. Curiosity was like ants crawling across her heart, causing bursts of itching.

Until she turned around and interrupted his meditation.

"Okay, let's go."

"Hey, hey, it's too selfish to run away after making a promise." He flipped his fingers over, and pulled out a five-yuan coin as if by magic, and stuck it between his two fingers, "I haven't made a wish yet."

This time she didn't speak again, but was about to make way to the side.

However, Gojo Satoru reached out and grabbed her.

In this moment of pause, the coin held between his fingers drew a beautiful and shining arc in the sunlight, and fell straight into the girl's handbag.

Then he slowly closed his eyes.

The curvature of the lip line was as free as he usually is, but the trembling silver eyelashes revealed some of his true emotions.

Li Huifu was slightly taken aback.

She reached out to her bag. There was almost no room in the small bag with gloves stuffed in it. She touched the coin with a man's body temperature very easily.

At the same time, his fingertip touched a small ring-shaped object.

The girl's eyelashes trembled.

She looked down.

On the top of the white lace glove lay a diamond-encrusted ring quietly, and the diamond surface seemed to be shining brightly even in the bag without direct sunlight.

"Did you hear me? My wish."

Wujo Wu's voice resounded all over him, hazy, seeming to be far away and yet approaching.

"Will there be a response?"

The author has something to say: the text of the next chapter is over.

①The signed text comes from the tenth lottery of the Avalokitesvara Avalokitesvara at Sensoji Temple in Tokyo, Japan.The commentary on the signature is a free translation of the compressed text.

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Liren and Xialu; 5 bottles of Mr. Z;

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