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I raised my face quite unexpectedly, but unfortunately I could only see Gojo Satoru's smooth chin and long and dense eyelashes from bottom to top, but I couldn't see the expression in his eyes.

Gojo Satoru seldom used such an aggressive tone, and usually said some yin and yang words slowly, and then watched his opponent jumping in anger with a smile.

His own anger point is also very high, ordinary trash talk can't make him fluctuate at all, but he will laugh at his lack of vocabulary.

Emotional displays like this are all too rare.

like...

The proud cat suddenly became furious.

"Enlightenment?" I backed away slightly, and asked as surprised as if I had discovered a new world, "Are you angry?"

The stagnant atmosphere was broken at once.

His whole body felt as if a bulging balloon had been poked by a needle, and quickly shriveled up with a sizzling sound.

Looking down at me, wondering: "Shouldn't I be angry?"

"What the guy said—"

"No matter how you listen to it, it's too much!"

When I was talking, I glanced at me from time to time, the left half of my face said "I'm really angry now", and the right half of my face said "If you don't coax me, I'm going to make a fuss".

--Super cute.

"Wujo Satoru" didn't intend to make a sound until he was mentioned.Although it was only referred to as "that guy", he still apologized slowly: "Um—sorry?"

It just sounded like it was coping, without sincerity.

Gojo Satoru: Grass, it’s getting hotter.

Sneered, he was about to say something, I suddenly raised my hand and grabbed his collar to try to pull him down: "Kiss me."

He bowed his head in compliance with my strength, and at the same time quickly glanced at "Gojo Satoru" standing over there.His brows were slightly raised, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his smile was broken: "Okay."

He bent down and carried me up to the fence of the roof, his eyes were at the same level as mine, and there was a slight smile in his beautiful blue eyes.Putting one hand on the neck with a little force, the other wrapped around my lower back, and leaned over to me.

In fact, I just wanted to kiss at first, because his expression just now was so cute, but if you want to kiss, it's okay.

I put my hand around his neck.

The warm breath hits the face, moist and soft like glutinous rice cakes that cannot be pulled apart, sticky lingering between the lips and teeth, and the unique smell of Gojo Wu in the nose.

The arm around the waist was getting stronger and stronger, and the five fingers were bent and clasped tightly around the waist, as if trying to press my whole body into his arms.

In the end, he bit me very lightly, pressed his forehead against mine, and muttered and complained: "Every time it disappeared suddenly. This time it was even more extreme, and it disappeared right in front of my eyes."

I blinked and asked, "Then are you afraid?"

His thumb lightly pressed the corner of my eye, and his lips slowly opened an arc: "No. I will definitely find you."

"As it is now."

Joy and joy spread from the bottom of my heart, and I looked at him with bright eyes: "Then we can talk about it."

"Of course—" Gojo Satoshi complied complacently, not forgetting to satirize himself in this world, "That guy definitely can't do it."

I looked puzzled: "What happened to him has nothing to do with me."

Gojo Satoru: "Ah, that's right, that's it."

Looking up at the position of "Wujo Satoru", he was standing not far away like a human-shaped standing sign, and his whole body turned into a stiff gray, as if he had seen some unbelievable scene.

"Why are you still here?" I asked strangely.

Gojo Wu heard the words and buried his head on my shoulder, and burst out laughing, then turned his face, and said to his other self confidently: "Yes, why are you still here?"

The stiff "Gojo Satoru" shook his arms, and I seemed to be able to see gray dust falling from his body.

"Hmm..." He opened his mouth, as if intending to say something, but failed, even with the blindfold on, he could see the indescribable expression.

Gojo Satoru leaned back against the railing lazily, holding me with one hand to prevent me from falling, and hooked the other hand twice casually. He didn't say anything, but his eyes conveyed a meaning——

That's it?

"Wujo Satoru" saw it, so he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and smiled: "Well, it's really... unimaginable."

"It feels like a dream."

Gojo Satoru immediately denied: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense, I've never had this kind of dream."

"is it?"

"Gojo Satoru" said slowly, "Kazuka Inoue?"

"........."

"I know." I answered by raising my hand, "It's that super big female star, Wu used her swimsuit picture as a mobile phone wallpaper."

After I finished speaking, I turned my head to look at Gojo Satoru: "What kind of dream is it?"

"I know." "Wujo Satoru" who was not far away immediately came over, with a malicious tone, "Super—— explosive."

I immediately showed interest in my eyes: "I want to see."

Gojo Satoru stared at me with downcast eyes, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, biting an ambiguous tone: "Okay. Let's try one by one when we get back."

Then he paused and said meaningfully, "Of course, some people can only dream by themselves."

"Wujo Satoru" straightened his back, looked at him thoughtfully, and changed the subject decisively after a while: "Since you're here, please help me out, Shibuya is extremely busy right now."

Bringing up the business, Gojo Satoru's expression calmed down, and he looked at the noisy scene downstairs and asked, "What's going on?"

"Don't you have any over there?" "Wujo Satoru" put his hands in his pockets, and there was no emotion in his tone, "The upper-level traitors colluded with the curse master and the curse spirit, and set up tents in Shibuya, trying to seal me."

Gojo Satoru: "No, my side is very peaceful."

Then he asked, "Why didn't you call Jie over to help?"

The scene fell into a long silence.

It took Gojo Satoru to look away from the building square for a long time, and he in this world spoke slowly, his voice was so soft that he seemed afraid of disturbing something: "Where are you. Jie...is he still alive?"

The air suddenly fell silent.

The wind of the winter night brushed Wujo Wu's eyebrows and gently lifted his broken hair.Those beautiful blue eyes stared straight at the other self, the hand hanging by the side was slightly clenched into a fist, and the pupils trembled.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Jie... 2007 days after he was dispatched on a mission in September 9, 5 villagers died, and he defected and became a curse master."

Just like reciting the standard answers that have been memorized, "Wu Tiao Wu" did not pause at all, showing a faint sense of depression.

"Last year..." The tail trembled violently, his throat choked, "He released thousands of curse spirits to start the 'Hundred Ghosts of the Night'..."

"...Death."

click.

Gojo Satoru abruptly broke the railing.

……

Gojo Satoru and his own troops in this world split into two groups, dealing with the cursers in different areas respectively, abnormally not having any interest in teasing the opponent, and pursuing a quick victory throughout the whole process.

After dealing with those curse masters who were causing trouble, he teleported me back to the Tokyo High School and went straight to the reference room.The important events recorded were piled up into a hill, and he opened them one by one in silence.

Living people are extracted into black ink, compressed into thin text in the printer, and finally printed on paper.

The short years stay here forever.

Eye-catching and dazzling.

……

Hui Yuanxiong, died.

Xia Youjie, defected.is now dead.

……

Yoshida, died.

Asakawa, death.

Murashita Kazuki died.

……

Miyagi Yota, died.

……

There is no end to the paper in my hand, as if there is no end.

Halfway through, "Gojo Satoru" also opened the door and came in. He squatted down, without saying a word, sorted out all the scattered record sheets, folded them and put them on the other side.

Staring at the last record sheet, Gojo Satoru's eyes lingered on the name column for a long time, and his voice was extremely low: "They are all dead."

"Well, they're all dead."

Gojo Satoru lowered his head and twirled the ashes on his fingertips, and the dark residue fell to the ground. He suddenly asked, "Have you tried your best?"

With his fingers hooked on the blindfold, he tore it off and wrapped it around his fingers, "Gojo Satoru" smiled with lowered eyes, and leaned his back against the wall with his eyes closed.

"I did my best."

The moonlight shining through the window was cold and icy, reflecting in Wujo Wu's eyes like mist and veil, and a piece of broken soft light flowed out, like ripples gently rippling on the water.

He glanced at the pile of record sheets again, as if he wanted to engrave the pile of cold numbers in his heart: "That's fine."

Then he took out his mobile phone from his clothes, and said calmly, "Jie is now looking for children of conjurers who need help all over the country."

"After He Shu dropped out of school, he went home to help in the shop at home."

"Yang Tai has been promoted to a first-level conjurer..."

Opened the photo album page, then stuffed the phone into another self's hand, took my hand and walked out of the data room.

Leaving the suffocating room and coming to the outdoor corridor on the second floor, he let out a long breath and said in a low voice, "He works harder than me."

Everyone knows that "Gojo Satoru" is the strongest, and they take it for granted that he should bear more responsibility and pain.

"He's doing really well, too."

The expression in Gojo Wu's eyes trembled slightly: "I'm not as good as him."

I stared at him, my heart softened suddenly, I raised my hand to touch his face: "Wu, look at me."

He looked over obediently.

"I don't care about other people, what happens to them has nothing to do with me." As I spoke, I stepped on my foot and kissed the corner of his lips lightly, "But if it's someone important to you, I'll take care of them."

Just like Wu asked me to take care of Gu Fu Heihui before, to save his life when he was dying.

"So you are different from him, there is no need to compare."

After thinking about it, I added another sentence to him: "Of course, if I help, I need to be paid."

Gojo Wujo stared straight at me, suddenly bowed his waist and hugged me in his arms, buried his face in the crook of my neck, smiled very lightly, and replied: "Yes, I will satisfy you."

"...I always feel that you said something strange."

There was a noise in the open space downstairs, and the high school students walked into the school shoulder to shoulder, and the voice of Knotabagi Yujin was particularly obvious.

"Are the two Wujo teachers real?"

"Where is where!"

"The two stupid teachers are too scary."

"Maki, don't tell the truth casually..."

"Salmon."

Gojo Satoru raised his head, the fragility just now was swept away, and he looked at the new students with great interest: "I'll go say hello to them~"

Turning over and jumping down, he yelled "Hi!", which startled the students below and complained in a hurry.

He didn't care about their complaints at all, he messed up Yuzu Yuhito's hair, then hooked Nanami Jianren's shoulders, and deliberately elongated his voice: "Nana Ming——good evening——"

"Thank you, but there is no need to say hello at night."

I lay on the wooden railing on the second floor, put my hands on my face, and watched him and his companions fight together.

The "Gojo Satoru" who stayed in the reference room also came out, and looked down on the railing with me, holding Gojo Satoru's mobile phone in his hand.

Handed me the phone: "Thanks."

I didn't say a word, and I reached out to take it. He suddenly raised his arm and turned on the screen: "When is this?"

Looking up, the picture on the screen was taken by him deliberately pressing my head a long time ago.On the screen, he laughed arrogantly, with sunglasses hanging on his nose, and I was full of displeasure.

"When he was in the third year of junior college." I replied, and then spread my hand, "Okay, here you go."

"Wujo Satoru" stared at me for a few seconds, then let go of the phone and let it fall into my palm, resting his chin with one hand: "Obviously we are the same person, the difference in your attitude is too big."

"Seeing that I don't even want to say anything~"

I asked him back, "The same person? Do you really think so?"

Before he could answer I continued, "I don't think so."

"There are no two leaves with exactly the same veins in the world, and you cannot be the same person."

Gojo Satoru downstairs was lying on Panda's body, patted the fluffy under his body in surprise, and kept talking, with a bright smile on his face.

Upstairs, I watched all this quietly, with a calm tone.

"I watered his anger, tasted his pain, and almost brought him to death."

"There will be no second Wujo enlightenment like this."

Suddenly, I thought of the works I had seen before, and my voice became lighter: "You should have seen "The Little Prince"."

Facing the emotionless eyes of "Gojo Satoru", I pointed to Gojo Satoru who was having more and more fun playing below, and drew a small circle in the air with my fingers, enclosing him inside.

"He is my rose."