As a passerby NPC, I want to teach 5T5 to fall in love

Hoshino Mirai had a dream. In the dream, as Gojo Satoru's subordinate, she was tortured terribly.

The 24-hour mobile phone is on standby at any time, and you can pick up any calls. If you don’t answer the phone within 5 minutes, you will call her madly. Tram timetable, express train booking, hotel service desk phone, and even ask her why the dessert shop is not in the original location. .

In addition to the normal work report, there are also various errands, clothes from the dry cleaner, the time to sign for the courier, other people's phone numbers, and the special desserts that were released that day...

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Why on earth would she do something while wearing a samurai uniform?Could it be that it was given to her in a dream by the resentful spirit tortured by Gojo Satoru?

Yidizhi ten years later: It's me, it's my dream!

"Future? Future? Hoshino Mirai!"

Hoshino Mirai who was awakened by the familiar voice suddenly sat up from the bed, and she grabbed a certain white hair who was standing by the bed, "If you have such a good memory and brain, remember it yourself! Don't treat others as omnipotent." Doraemon, hello!"

"Huh??? Are you out of sleep?" Gojo Satoru looked at the girl whose anger level was UP with eyes like a fool.

Too bad, she confused the dream with the reality, and thought that Wujo Satoru in the dream was calling her again.

She let out a long sigh, rubbing the center of her brows and thanking from the bottom of her heart that it was just a dream, otherwise she would have aged prematurely under the torment of that kind of pressure, "I'm sleepy, what time is it?"

"Nine o'clock! What dream did you have, with such a painful expression?" He unpacked the bento he bought and placed it on the table beside him. "Want something to eat?"

Hoshino Mirai shook his head, as if he didn't want to think about it.If possible, she would like to delete the memory of that dream, it was too scary, a horror in another sense. "Is there any water? I want to drink some water. But didn't I tell you to go home?"

"If I remember correctly, someone seems to have taught me that when a girl is sick, try not to leave her alone." Baimao DK said, with a smug expression on his face, as if he was saying praise me, praise me Me, look how strong my memory is!

However, in the eyes of Hoshino Miku, who has just experienced pain and torture, this is an ironclad proof. He obviously remembers everything but is cynical and unreasonable.

She took the water glass and glanced at him with a slightly disgusted look.She told herself repeatedly that it was just a dream, just a dream, and had nothing to do with Gojo Satoru in front of her.

At midnight, the soft moonlight shines through the window and falls on the entire window sill, as well as Gojo Satoru, who is leaning on the chair beside him. He folds his chest and closes his eyes. His angular face is half bright and half shadowy.

Because of the previous sleep, Hoshino Mirai didn't feel sleepy at the moment. This was the first time she was alone in a room with a boy late at night. Under such a dark and beautiful atmosphere, there should be some kind of ambiguous atmosphere.

However, as long as she saw this face now, she would think of everything in the dream.She sighed and turned over, out of sight and out of mind.

Don't watch and don't want to be safe.

"Future, are you asleep?"

"Sorry, did the sound of me turning over disturb you?"

"No, I basically don't sleep well in strange places."

"That's it." Hoshino turned sideways, muttered in his mouth, suddenly thought of the game space, this broken game should also be counted as a strange place in his mouth?

"You must be planning something." Gojo Satoru turned his head, and the blue eyes that slowly opened seemed to be shining with light, which looked like the reflection of the moonlight.

Her eyes froze, and she was silent for a while before replying, "Who knows."

He didn't deny or admit it, but Gojo Satoru basically understood what she meant, so he couldn't say anything, couldn't say anything.

Because every sentence of their conversation will affect the direction of the next story.Especially planning this kind of stuff.

He laughed softly, his shoulders shrugging slightly.

"What's so funny!"

"I just feel that the future will change a lot. Do you remember the first time we met?" He specially emphasized the word "first time".

Let Hoshino Miku recall the first meeting in the game space.

At that time, she had just recovered from the fact that she had died, and at that moment she felt unprecedented relief.

But thinking of Uncle Maori and her friends who were in trouble together, she didn't think the ease was a good thing, so she chose to accept this game.

At that time, Gojo Satoru had this chilling sense of oppression all over his body.In the blue pupils under the sunglasses, all kinds of emotions are silent, flickering, and the madness and irritability around him make people retreat.

"Get out now!"

This was the first sentence Hoshino Miku heard.

However, only the emotionless electronic sound echoed in the space, and the transparent interface floating in midair.

"As long as you complete the task and clear the game, your wish will come true." With the end of the last sentence, Gojo Satoru jumped up with his strength, and hit the interface in midair with a strong and powerful side kick.

There is no doubt that it is useless, and the broken interface is restored to its original state again.

In the subsequent basic setting of the game, he tried several times to find out the system, but all ended in failure.

Difficult, arrogant, with a skin that's useful in a love game.This is Hoshino Mirai's first impression of Gojo Satoru.

However, a series of subsequent moves into the game made her understand that no matter how beautiful the skin is, it cannot withstand his own spoilage.But now that I think about it, it is not certain that there is a systematic fuel to the flames, such as deliberately turning the plot in a worse direction.

"Then, Gojo Satoru, what did you think of me back then?" Hoshino Mirai put aside the flashing memories in his mind and asked.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, thought for a while and replied: "No!"

"what?"

"I just don't have an impression, because the future was just a spectator at the beginning. I didn't notice such a person at all. When I introduced it, I was also thinking about where my abilities went. I didn't know your last name until I entered the game from the Raiders character. Hoshino." He blinked, explaining innocently but seriously.

Hoshino Mirai was dumbfounded, "Then why do you create such an atmosphere of recalling the past?" She took the initiative to recall the past like this, like a clown!

"Because in the situation of lonely men and widows like this on TV, don't you usually have to recall the past and express your feelings?"

"Hehe..., your TV is gone."

Tomorrow, when she comes home, she will smash the TV, so that you can watch dog blood at eight o'clock every day!

"Huh? You're going too far!"

"That's right! That's too much. Who told me to be a scumbag husband, but I can't justify it if I go too far, Wu."

After she finished speaking, she turned around, completely ignoring a certain white hair who wailed unfairly.