It was indeed quite late when Gojo Satoru fully woke up, around eleven o'clock.

The main reason is that he never drinks.

Because alcohol will affect the brain's calculation of the operation, if there is some emergency situation, alcohol will cause the brain to calculate deviations, which will cause serious consequences to the outside world.

"What if Gojo Satoru pours it down in a cup?"

"It's dangerous for him to fall asleep and unconscious after drinking a glass, and it's dangerous for the world to release himself on the spot"

Therefore, the strongest person who relies on the brain is very conscious, and the people around him are also very conscious.

In real life, Gojo Satoru, who never drank alcohol or even only drank non-alcoholic beverages, had the opportunity to try drinking in Lie's future dream, under the condition that the mantra was restrained and safety was ensured, although it was only a low concentration. wine.

But the result was not as satisfactory, at least not as the confident boy (?) Gojo Satoru intended.

Therefore, there are so many billions of indescribable points in the copy of the dream last night.

Only billions of points.

At least the two more important ones are still retained.

By the way, he changed his age to 20 in order to help Lie Mirai drink in the name of "underage not allowed to drink" to show his maturity as an "adult male".

It can be said to be very enlightened.

The game ends with Gojo Satoru knocking over the building block tower, and the girl and furnishings disappear, leaving only the legacy of a pure white dream.

Due to various factors, Bai Mao, who was in a high state, stretched out a hand, stared at his five fingers spread out, and said to himself: "This state is actually super cool."

"There was a kind of... how should I put it, the feeling of omnipotence at that time, illusory but real, I was the center of the world or something, it was really crazy."

【Your omnipotent, do you mean being thrown over your shoulder by her on the table and directly gameover? ] The game system complained.

The man squinted his eyes halfway: "But didn't she throw herself into my arms the next second?"

[Then you were sanctioned by her on the pile of building blocks. By the way, you still have the imprint of building blocks behind you now. 】The system cruelly completes the facts.

"That kind of thing, it doesn't matter." With a pair of sky-like eyes that seemed to be sleeping, he dragged his tone for a long time, with a sticky feeling of over-sugar dessert, "It's unexpectedly soft, it's good to hold it in your arms." Little one."

[Please restrain the expression like a cat sucking catnip]

"Tastes like—like white peach sparkling water."

"Do you know the super sweet one? [Sparkling water is a sugar-free drink, I hope you know]

[There is hangover medicine in the store, you need to borrow 10 favorability points, that is, the game ends when you reach 110 favorability points, do you want some medicine? 】

I see you have some problems.

"No." Baimao, who was still trying to describe the rich taste of sparkling water, shook his head, then paused, turned over and muttered to himself, "I really want to eat dessert."

The lack of sugar for almost a month is simply torture for a sweet-loving guy like Gojo Satoru.

[What is the relationship between the previous and subsequent topics?Now publish Chapter [-]: The Final Punishment of Trust and Sacrifice. 】

The lying white-haired cat moved its ears, but didn't respond to the system.

[Originally this could be regarded as a punishment: the winner will be temporarily blocked from the memory of the dream dungeon.The reason why it is called punishment is that it is equivalent to clearing all the favorability points accumulated in the dream. 】

[And because it is a unilateral victory, this is equivalent to the pseudo-winner also paying a relative price. 】

[However, after seeing what you did, I was amazed and felt that it would be punishment for players to remember this dream. 】

[You may not remember what you did when you wake up tomorrow. 】

[So, what do you think? 】

However, the only answer was the even breathing sound of the drunk white hair.

In short, Gojo Satoru didn't hear it, and when he woke up, he still didn't remember what he did after he was drunk.

[You really don't remember? 】

【You first raped her yesterday, and then she was very angry and raped you. Although she is very strong in physical skills, there is a gap in strength after all.

So you use the strength of alcohol to get drunk again, but our players are not fuel-efficient lamps, you are also fucked by her, and in the end you are fucked, and you are fucked by her to end the game. 】

Ah this.

"All you show me are masking words. I reasonably doubt that you are embarrassing the keyboard. Who wouldn't do something that deliberately blackmails people~ Do you think I will believe it?"

[It's all masking words, so shouldn't you have something in mind? 】

[At the latest, after a buffer period after the game is released, she will restore this memory. I am looking forward to the scene at that time, but unfortunately I can't see it. 】

Gojo Satoru shook his legs nonchalantly: "Then you really can't see it, because after the game is canceled, you will be torn into pieces by me."

He smiled very amiably, so kind that he made the system disappear.

However, Gojo Satoru, who looked leisurely and extremely indifferent, gradually reduced the frequency of shaking his legs until he stopped.

He reached out and grabbed his

hair.

"Sure enough, I still care about it." Those blocking words.

Did he really do something cross the line to her because of something like alcohol, power and sanity out of control?

... It shouldn't be.

Bai Mao looked down at his clothes, the buttons and belt were aligned, and it didn't look like they had been messed around.

"But, what if it really crosses the line?"

She doesn't remember, and he doesn't remember, so can it be said that nothing happened?

When she remembered it later, she questioned him about what he had done, but he said, "Sorry, I don't remember anything like this at all."

Or say: "In the dream, the first □ is changed to the first □, and if you become the strongest, you will not lose."

It's too bad.

He knows that his personality is not particularly good, but he can't be a scumbag.

Half an hour after being stimulated by a bunch of masked words, Gojo Satoru's thoughts finally settled down.

Combined with the pre-drinking incidents he can remember, unless he fell asleep directly after drinking, what he did should be more than worse.

And he didn't fall asleep directly.

Although most of it was fragmented, he could still vaguely recall the feeling of the girl's slender wrists being held by him, and the white neck that was exposed when she looked at him coldly and tilted her head.

Therefore, it is estimated that it is more or less over the line.

Sure enough, it is better to take responsibility for the worst situation.

However, Gojo Satoru couldn't find a suitable time to speak all day long.

Li Huifu is too busy, and has a high concentration and efficiency, almost in a state of isolation.

However, the game is forced to run, and with the addition of six eyes, his visual effect is basically a holographic state.

Probably due to the appearance of the strange "responsible", beside her, Gojo Satoru, who is in the one-sided honeymoon period, is not very boring.

Even when Li Huifu was talking with her father, he even picked a good position, crossed his legs and rested his chin to watch Li Huifuture pour tea.

The attitude is respectful and self-sustaining, and the movements are standard and good-looking.

The only bad thing is that the tea that was poured was not for him.

But sooner or later there will be such a day.

Gojo Satoru originally planned to wait until there were only two of them before speaking.

——That was the plan.

Until Li Huihao popped out a sentence of requests.

Gojo Satoru: ...

This is for right?

This is obviously aimed at, right?

He even suspected that the old... this father was making a point based on the life of "Wujo Wu".

Why doesn't this father

What about "the height difference cannot exceed 20", "it cannot be white hair and blue eyes", "it cannot be called Gojo Satoru"?

When he saw Ri-e Miku, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression clearly said, "Ah, this is a simple condition that can be easily achieved."

Ah, easy, simple conditions.

Indeed, according to the conditions on the road, it is almost enough to catch anyone at random, except for his five enlightenment.

It's very similar to a certain type of game, with plenty of materials at the beginning, and the poison circle is refreshed.

Hey guys, I'm over here and the safe zone is over there.

Gojo Satoru is not going to escape the poison.

He is going to force a restart to refresh the safe zone.

"What's the sound?" Li Huihao looked at Li Huifu.

Lihui directly muted the phone in the future: "Sorry, it's a game, and I forgot to turn off the mute on the phone."

Li Huihao frowned: "Game? Why do I feel like I'm talking on the phone?"

"It is indeed a game."

Li Hui Mirai is still a 17-year-old girl in front of her father.

Although it is indeed a game, it is a love game, and it is interactive. It always feels strange to show it to my father.

"It sounds like he's not very good-natured." Sato Koichi obviously didn't believe what Yuichi said, "What's his name?"

The black-haired girl sighed softly, took out the phone from her handbag, checked that the white hair inside was not acting strangely, and handed it to Koichi Sato: "It's really a game, I turned it on and forgot to turn it off on the way back. "

The man whose majestic image was gradually shattered looked down at the mobile phone handed by his daughter.

The man inside was about twenty years old, with white hair and blue pupils and a handsome face. He was sitting very straight, and with a gentle smile, he nodded slightly to Sato Koichi who was looking at him.

The whole person is natural, stable and mature.If you don't look at the two white cat ears on the head.

Sato Koichi: "..." It's really a game.

"This character looks okay." He took a sip of tea, then asked after a pause, "But, do you like this type of appearance?"

"Huh? It's okay." She just likes all kinds of beautiful boys equally.

"It's a bit different from the type of Chuya Zhongyuan." The topic turned back to Chuya Zhongyuan, "But a man with that appearance is very good at flirting with flowers and grass, so it's unreliable. Although Zhongyuan Zhongye can also look good, but It has a strong sense of distance from the outside world and can give people a sense of security.”

Li painted the future: "Yes."

This kind of thing really doesn't matter.

The man glanced at the screen again: "If you meet this kind of guy in real life, you must be careful."

On the screen, Bai Mao's steady and mature smirk distorted.

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