Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

Jia Ruozi suddenly recalled the distant memory that belonged to his school days.

17-year-old high school students are at the age of ignorance and restlessness, more or less have longings for the opposite sex, but due to the fact that there are too few people in the high school, and the task of conjurers is heavy, so even if you are interested in this topic of adolescence , After chatting for a few words, I was overwhelmed by endless training in a blink of an eye, so most of the time it was nothing.

The first time I seriously talked about my ideal type seemed to be at the welcome banquet for the newly enrolled Nanami and Haibara.

Jianren Qihai, who was forcibly dragged by Gojo Satoru, was not interested in this party, but out of respect for his seniors, he managed to remain polite at first, but he regretted it after a while.

Gojo Satoru, who got up because of his self-care, first proposed to play the truth, and then shamelessly cheated with spells, almost vomited the two poor juniors.

In the end, Xia Youjie couldn't see it, and secretly instructed the curse spirit to change the direction of the beer bottle, and stabbed his best friend in the back, so that the younger generation did not continue to be bullied.

"Then, let me ask you." Xia Youjie ignored Wujo Gojo's cry of "Jie, you cheated", and asked with a smile, "Wu, what kind of girl do you like? Or, what kind of girl is your ideal type?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiarui Niuzi stopped lighting his cigarette, and even the two pale-faced juniors who were paralyzed on the sofa straightened their backs involuntarily, and looked at Wujo Gojo.

After all, compared to Wujo Wu's childish, mostly prank-like questions from elementary school students, Xia Youjie's questions are much more mature, and they are clever questions that can mobilize people's gossip.

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru tilted his head, even at the party, he was still holding sweets in his hands, and while chewing on Daifuku, he said indifferently, "There is no such thing."

"You're lying, Wu. Isn't your phone screen Kazuka Inoue? How can you not have an ideal type?" Xia Youjie caught off guard, "Are you ashamed to say it?"

Hui Yuanxiong whispered: "Inoue, isn't this the female star with a super figure...! Wow, I didn't expect Gojo-senpai to like that kind of one, and I can't tell it at all..."

Jianren Qihai only felt his veins jumping up, and the gaze he looked at Wujo Wu became even more vigilant to see scum.

"Huh? I just thought that the photo was taken well, so I set it as the wallpaper. I didn't think so much." Wujo Satoru, the person involved, sneered, without any embarrassment on his face, and said it as a matter of course.

Xia Youjie: "It is because it is easy to do that it can better reflect a person's subconscious preferences."

Gojo Satoru: "I've said it all, Jie, do you want to go out and chat?"

Xia Youjie: "No, I have nothing to talk to the angry guy."

Just when Gojo Wu was about to roll up his sleeves, Jia Ruo shot the soot and said calmly: "Jie, you won't be able to ask anything like this. With Wu's EQ, he can't understand at all."

Xia Youjie really thought about it, touched his chin: "... makes sense."

Gojo Satoru, who was rejected by the two classmates, immediately yelled in dissatisfaction: "Hey, make it clear, what is it that I can't understand?!"

"Then change the question." Xia Youjie also ignored Gojo Wu's protest, and quickly found a suitable wording based on his understanding of this guy, "Wu, if you let someone completely belong to you, you can reach out at any time." Catchable, guilt-ridden to bully, yet addictive, even more necessary to her existence than sweets—what do you think this would be like?"

Jia Ruozi applauded: "...Jie, you are worthy of being close friends."

"Is this... a new interpretation of the 'ideal type'?" Haibara's face was blank, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qi Hai pressing the phone solemnly, and immediately sobered up in fright, "Wait, Qi Hai, don't call the police—— Psychiatry? You’re not here for real, are you?!”

Jianren Qihai: "Huihara, they are hopeless."

"Don't say it as if Wutiao senior is going to die in a second!"

Amidst the noise, Gojo Satoru was unusually quiet for a while.

Xia Youjie leaned his face to look at him, and asked, "Is it so hard to imagine?"

"——No." Gojo Satoru pulled up the sunglasses that fell off during the fight, covering those rosy blue eyes, he smiled, and his whole body was full of the unique arrogance of teenagers, "I just think , Jie, you are at least right about one thing, I do have such a thing as an ideal type."

He lowered his head, the snow was pressing on his eyelashes, trembling slightly, and he was still playing with the glass full of juice in his hand.

"Probably the type that will look beautiful when you cry."

The audience was silent.

After a long while, Xia Youjie sighed softly, with a compassionate expression as if he could become a Buddha in place: "What a terrible speech, Wu."

The housemate sneered, thinking that these two guys were so ridiculous that they should be packaged and sent to the garbage disposal plant together, but what happened later made Wujo Wu's badness in her heart skyrocket, and after that As for this person, Xia Youjie became brilliant.

That was more than two months after this meeting.

These two children with problems routinely skipped classes, wandered somewhere for a whole day, and didn't return until it was getting dark.

Xia Youjie looked exhausted, but Gojo Satoru was blushing, holding a small delicate box with a smirk all the time, and almost returned to the dormitory in a hurry.

Jia Ruozi watched him go away, and after noticing Gojo Satoru's creepy pleasure even from his back, he lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Xia Youjie smiled miserably: "Glass, I realize that he is mentally ill."

Jia Ruozi: "...Did you know?"

But it was rare to see Xia Youjie's painful expression, and Nitzi gave a few words of comfort perfunctorily, and before he could ask, he couldn't wait to pour the beans: "Do you remember that at the previous party, I forced him to ask about his ideal type? "

Nitro: "...remember."

"I knew that I should have accepted it when I saw it. Wu seemed to be stimulated, insisting that he found the girl who perfectly fits the ideal type." Xia Youjie rubbed his forehead.

"That's really unfortunate...I mean, it wouldn't make him crazy, would it?" Jiarui Zhizi pulled out a women's cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth.

"That's where the problem lies. The girl Wu mentioned was what he saw in a dream—forget it, he took me shopping for a day today, saying that he wanted to pick out a gift for that girl, you know those What kind of eyes do the clerks look at us?...Glass, what are you laughing at?"

Jia Ruozi laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, and he could barely hold the cigarette in his mouth.

"No, it's nothing, pfft, Yiwu's rotten personality, as expected, no one can accept it in reality, so he can only seek comfort in dreams——Okay, okay, so, what did he buy? What, even you can't stand it?"

Xia Youjie thought of the necklace with the lock on it, and his face gradually became strange.

After a long time, he finally opened his mouth: "...It's the worst gift that, from the perspective of a lover, if given, Enlightenment may be single for the rest of his life."

Jiarui Nitzi: ...Wow, even Xia Youjie said that, it seems really bad.

But wouldn't this be better?

Fortunately, Wujo Wu's so-called ideal type can only be found in dreams, otherwise, if there is a girl in reality who is attracted by this lunatic, it will be bad luck for many lifetimes.

……

Pulling away from the memory, Jiarui Nizi looked down at the black necklace in his palm, his expression gradually coincided with that of Xia Youjie back then, his gaze was indescribable.

...Jie is talking about a bad gift, doesn't he mean this thing?

But looking at Gojo Satoru's appearance that he can't remember at all, it doesn't seem like he's pretending...

Just as he was thinking, a hand stretched out from the side and snatched the necklace away.

"Oh, recycling~" Gojo Satoru put the necklace in his pocket casually with a natural expression, not knowing that a few minutes ago, he tried his best to argue that he didn't buy the chain himself.

"Thank you, Nitro, I must have lost this by accident, um, I have to keep it safe in the future."

Home into the nitro: "... scum."

"Hey, Nitro, did you say anything just now?" Gojo Satoru continued to rummage through boxes and cabinets. With the blessing of Six Eyes, the identification work was carried out very quickly. In a very short period of time, he had already sorted out most of the things.

"You heard it wrong." Jiarui Glass asked casually, "By the way, Wu, do you still remember when you were in high school, did you mention that you have an ideal type?"

"Is there such a thing?" Gojo Gojo didn't raise his head, and replied not very seriously, "Well, it doesn't matter, anyway, my ideal type now is just Liu Yichan."

Taking a deep breath and quitting smoking for many years, she suddenly had the urge to light a cigarette again.No way, Wujo Satoru said that he dreamed of finding a girl he likes—this kind of thing, can’t be true? !

Just when the house was hit by an earthquake, Gojo Satoru opened an old cardboard box, ran his fingertips across the things piled inside, and suddenly paused.

Liuyan told him that there were tiny traces of supernatural powers that were about to dissipate attached to it.

"Finally, I found it." In the eyes reflecting the sky, a trace of cloud fell.

……

Seeing Liu Yi standing in the familiar courtyard, he suddenly felt as if he was in another world.

Osamu Dazai stayed with her until midnight. Originally, they wanted to test whether Disqualification in the World could prevent the game from pulling her back, but in the end...it still failed.

That proves that Osamu Dazai's conjecture is correct, if the root cause cannot be destroyed, it is useless.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Fukami Liuyi was still a little disappointed.

"Sure enough, I thought things were too simple..." Shenjian Liuyi sighed in her heart, she looked up at the sky, after seeing the sky in the real world, the scenery here was a bit more false, after a look Yes, she looked away.

Then, out of the corner of the eye, it was pierced by a bright and dazzling color.

"What kind of expression is this—" The boy squatting on the wall with his back to the light, his tone seemed dissatisfied, but there was still a smile on his face, looking down at her condescendingly.

Seeing that Liu Yi was stunned, her eyes reflected a beautiful young man with high spirits. There was a slight difference in age, but for some reason, this person in front of her slowly overlapped with the young man who said "Let me help you" seriously before. .

The 17-year-old Gojo Satoru suddenly put away his smile and his eyes turned cold.

"Who are you looking at?" He suppressed his anger and asked.