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

How long does it take for a wound to heal?a week?Half a month?Or a month?

When Hoshino Mirai held the so cold corpse of the five dogs, she felt that the wound would never heal.

On weekdays, the white fur ball always makes a "snoring" sound and rubs against her feet.When being "imprisoned" by Gojo Satoru in his arms, he would always struggle to get her by his side.

But at this moment, it was lying quietly in his arms, motionless.

The clear blue vertical pupils are tightly closed at this moment, obviously these eyes were still staring at her yesterday, and they were still begging her for help under the threat of Gojo Satoru.

She knelt on the floor, and the broken tiles fell into the milky white milk, and the mellow milk spread along the floor bit by bit, and Hoshino's future thoughts passed away with it.

Sure enough, if she gave her sincere things, would they all leave her?

Be it people, animals, or boring hopes, now even the virtual cats in the game will leave her...

"future……"

There is a familiar voice in my ear, and a slender palm in front of my eyes.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, trying to pull the girl who had lost her strength.

Hoshino Mirai raised his eyelids, his blue eyes were blank, his lips were trembling, and he wanted to say something, but he lowered his head.

Barely supporting herself with her hands, she stood up from the floor, the cat's lifeless tail drooping down, trembling along with her movements.

"Thanks, but I can still get up."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand to help the shaking girl, he frowned and said, "If you want to cry, you can cry, don't hold on."

Hoshino Mirai shook her head, the corners of her eyes were dry and her head was tingling. She had never felt so awake before.

The comfortable daily life is like the clouds in the sky, soft and light like cotton candy.The sweet and soft taste enveloped her, and she slowly sank into it.

"It's okay, I'll go find a place in the yard for him to sleep peacefully."

She exerted some strength on her shoulders, trying to get rid of the support of the people around her, but she was tightly restrained by the palms on her shoulders, unable to break free.

"Hoshino Mirai, wake up, it has already started to turn into data."

The slightly blunt language made her feel that the weight in her hand was getting lighter little by little.

In the end, even the last strand of white hair turned into light blue data and dissipated in midair.

The last weight disappeared, and her hands remained in the embrace, not falling for a long time.

The two remained in a stalemate without saying a word.

The last thing that broke the silence was a muffled growl, which seemed to roll in his throat a thousand times before he managed to spit out a corner.

Hoshino Mirai suppressed the trembling of her body, she stretched out her hands, crossed her hands on her neck, and pinched her throat, as if this could control her emotions and suppress everything under the perfect energy.

"enough."

The broad palm covered the girl's slender and soft hand, and with some strength, he took it down from his throat.

There are several deep fingerprints on the white neck.

Gojo Satoru put her cold fingertips in his hands, the slightly higher body temperature gradually softened the girl's stiff body.

"Enlightenment, let me calm down alone, I will come back to clean up the ground after I finish calming down."

Hoshino Mirai took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and said firmly but slowly: "Thank you, I'll just calm down by myself."

She tried to free her hand, but was held tightly by someone, unable to move.In desperation, she had no choice but to look at the people around her.

There was clarity in his clear blue eyes, and his attitude was very clear, he would not let go.

The line of sight intertwined and intertwined in mid-air, and in the end Hoshino Mirai was defeated.

"Ah, I assure you, I'm really fine, it's just that I couldn't accept the reality just now, and I'm really fine." As she spoke, she raised the corners of her mouth and showed a sunny smile.

I'm sorry, but he doesn't believe it.

A woman's mouth is a deceitful ghost, especially the mouth of the future, he doesn't believe it.

With childlike stubbornness, Gojo Satoru clenched tightly, refusing to let go or open his mouth, just watching her in silence.

The two fell into a strange silent stalemate again. It seemed that whoever spoke first was the loser.

The last thing that broke the deadlock was Hoshino Mirai's sigh, she really lost to this guy.Just like a child, when playing this kind of trick, I don't know when I will be more mature.

"I admit defeat, okay. I won't be alone anymore, okay?" She said softly, with a soft tone.

"Huh." Her answer was a cold snort.

However, the tightly clenched hands were slightly loosened, which freed Hoshino Mirai's deeply fettered hands.

Hoshino Mirai rubbed his already warm fingertips unnaturally, "Master Wujo, can I go and clean up the mess on the ground now?"

However, Gojo Satoru didn't care about the hidden yin and yang in the words, just like Xiaowei, wherever Hoshino went in the future, he would go there.

Anyway, never leave her alone.

"Sigh, I really didn't expect you to be so patient." Hoshino Mirai shook his head helplessly, but his hands didn't stop moving, packing up Maomao's toys and various living utensils.

Gojo Satoru on the side also squatted and cleaned up with her. "That's right, there's nothing I can't do!"

"Yes, yes, it's amazing."

"Are you going to bury it?" After stuffing the last ball of wool into the box, Gojo Satoru asked with lowered eyelashes, the expression on his face was hard to discern.

Hoshino Mirai shook his head and sealed the box. "No, just leave it as it is. What do you think?"

He exhaled, frowned and said with a smile, "That guy sticks to you the most, he doesn't like dark and humid places."

"Then put it in a place in my room where I can often bask in the sun." Hoshino Mirai smiled, and finally there was a trace of sadness in those blue almond eyes.

She raised her head, her shoulders trembling slightly with a smile.At the wound on the side of the abdomen, new granulation was growing silently, and the magnitude of the vibration affected the wound, making her feel the slightest pain.

The wound, she thought, would probably never heal.

Gojo Satoru stared at the girl's slender neck, the traces of fingerprints were particularly glaring on the fair skin, and he frowned.

"Don't use this method in the future." He said, stretched out his hand, and his slender fingers stayed near the fingerprints, and did not continue to approach.

"Hmm, no more."

Hoshino Mirai nodded, promising.

She moved the box near the balcony of her room. Her room was facing the sun, and this corner has sunlight most of the day, so it shouldn't be too annoying.

How could he die?

injury?poison?die of old age?

One reason after another hovered in her mind, but she refuted them one by one.

The second day after the cat came home, she took it to the pet hospital, and the doctor said it was healthy and free from any diseases.

She has been recuperating at home for the past few days and did not go out.Mao Mao also stayed at home with her and had no contact with the outside world.

There are obviously no physical and mental problems, so why did something happen suddenly?

Then she thought of a possibility, plot killing.

Such blunt, unreasonable death.It can only be explained by the inevitable death in the game plot.

That is to say, the system let it go.What is the purpose?

Just as Hoshino Mirai was deep in thought, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Gojo Satoru's voice, "Future? Mirai! Come out! You promised me!"

She sighed, and buried her thoughts deep in her mind, before she could reach the door.

"Oh!"

A loud sound accompanied by vibrations sounded at the door, and a square-shaped object suspected to be a door panel was hung on the door frame and shattered.

Hoshino Mirai Hitomi Earthquake! ! !

What is this doing?Are you tearing down the house?Gojo Satoru, why did you change from a big white cat to a Erha?

She stared dumbfounded at the kicked-off door, splinters of wood flying all over the floor.

In this mess, Baimao DK's flamboyant white hair fluttered and swayed in the debris and dust, so ostentatious.

As a result of being ostentatious, he was fined to repair the door.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i""

Hoshino crossed his legs in the future, lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at his nails, "Hehe, I have to solve the evil I made myself!"

"Isn't it because the future keeps the door closed? In the end, it's all the future's fault!" He curled his lips and pushed all the faults onto others.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.She rubbed her eyebrows and explained: "I've said it several times, I was ready to come and open the door. I didn't mean to lock myself up and be alone!"

"It doesn't matter, I don't care. Anyway, the future is to lock up a person! Anyway, this is what I see!" He covered his ears like a child, and said some rascal words in his mouth, refusing to admit that he had done something wrong up.

"Okay, okay, repair the door quickly."

I really don't know how this easy-going childishness came from.In the end she compromised, and half coaxed Gojo Satoru to fix the door.

It should be said that it is Wujo Satoru, who obviously repaired the door in a daze at the beginning, after Google downloaded the process, the door was repaired in a short time, and even replaced with a new door lock.

Taking advantage of Hoshino's time to check the new door, Gojo Satoru secretly put a key to the new lock in his pocket.

This way, next time, he won't have to kick the door!He is a genius!

After this tossing, the sky was completely dark.On the navy blue sky, there are dots of stars, inlaid like broken diamonds.

Gojo Satoru was eating dessert while listening to Hoshino Mirai's speculation about the plot.

He was meditating thoughtfully, tapping the fork on the board, "That is to say, dogs are not allowed in the next plot?"

"Maybe, but I can't think of any plot that can't accommodate a cat. There's no reason for that."

Hoshino Mirai frowned, and couldn't think of a clue, even with her rich game experience, she couldn't think of it.

What does the death of an animal bring?Emotional interaction between characters?Open heart defense?shorten the distance?

But this is the cat she and Gojo Wu raised, and she is not a strategy character.

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone on the table interrupted her thinking. When she opened it, it was a text message from Sister Ye Shan.

The content of the text message caused her pupils to shrink sharply, and she almost lost her grip on the phone for a moment.