Dating game NPC just wants to break off the marriage

"Mr. Gojo...is he really alright?"

Atsushi Nakajima asked worriedly, watching Gojo Satoru go all the way.

Even the back of the white-haired conjurer reveals an extremely pleasant atmosphere, which makes people think that they have seen countless pink flowers floating behind him. His steps are so light that they almost seem to be floating. Laughing, walking towards the medical room like a ghost.

It's over, is it because the stimulation is too great, causing the spirit to become abnormal?

Thinking of this, Atsushi Nakajima's expression immediately became serious. After all, the consequences of Gojo Satoru's madness are obvious to all - the windows in the medical room that were neatly cut into glass slags perfectly confirmed this point.

"Mr. Ranpo said those words just now. I thought he would be very angry. After all, he was asserting that he would be dumped soon... Would ordinary people be so happy when they heard this prophecy?" Atsushi Nakajima whispered Asked Quan Jinghua on the side eagerly, wanting to verify that he heard correctly.

As the core of the detective agency, Edogawa Ranpo's reasoning is infallible. Atsushi Nakajima firmly believes in this, so he is very puzzled by Gojo Satoru's attitude of not being angry but happy.

Quan Jinghua obviously had no idea about emotional matters, her eyes were clear, and she shook her head slightly.

"Well, I think, this may be because Mr. Gojo only listened to the first half, right?" Atsushi Nakajima answered Atsushi Nakajima with a black-haired girl in a long skirt. Tanizaki Junichiro at the table put his arms around his elder brother's neck, turned his head slightly, and the tear mole under his left eye was charming and moving.

After joining the detective agency, Atsushi Nakajima has become accustomed to the intimacy of the two siblings. He ignored Junichiro Tanizaki's screams when his neck was tightened and rolled his eyes, and asked curiously: "...the first half? "

Naomi Tanizaki blinked, and said angrily: "Of course, in Ms. Fukami's memory at this time, they temporarily resumed their relationship as an unmarried couple. I am afraid that Mr. Gojo will automatically start setting off fireworks when he hears the word 'fiancé'." Bar?"

Atsushi Nakajima: "..." No, not so!

As someone who had the privilege of watching Gojo Satoru being dumped, he couldn't agree more.

Facing Nakajima Atsushi's suspicious gaze, Tanizaki Naomi hugged her brother even harder, but the smile on her face became sweeter: "Atsushi, you don't understand, if someone tells me, I and My elder brother is a fiancée, so I will be so happy that it doesn't matter if I die in the next second."

Atsushi Nakajima broke into a cold sweat inexplicably, his thoughts were very honest: "However, this is all a misunderstanding caused by memory confusion, right? It is a false thing..."

At this time, Luanbu, who was originally staying out of the matter, said suddenly: "Dun, don't try to understand the thinking of idiots!"

Atsushi Nakajima: "Eh, eh?"

Idiot... Are you talking about Mr. Gojo?

"It's okay, don't force yourself to think." Atsushi Nakajima turned his head and saw Osamu Dazai walking around the corner. He didn't know how long he had been listening in the shadows, his eyes were full of fragile light, and he smiled. Mild enough to be unreal, "The idea of ​​a bad adult, it's best not to learn."

Even Mr. Dazai said that - no, only Mr. Dazai is the least qualified to accuse others, right? !Out of respect for his mentor, Atsushi Nakajima swallowed this question.

Osamu Dazai didn't pay attention to Atsushi Nakajima's inexplicable expression. He looked sideways at the famous detective who was concentrating on destroying the snacks, and chuckled: "This is the third time, right? It seems that Mr. Gojo is really good at making people angry." Very talented, even Mr. Ranpo can't bear it, I don't know how Miss Fukami will react when she wakes up - just thinking about it makes me look forward to it."

As for what to expect...

"If she still has the idea of ​​suicide, then she will definitely not refuse the invitation to die for love?" The handsome black-haired man's eyes glowed, and he cherished the complete suicide manual in his hand, his expression was full of longing, " Maybe I can finally fulfill my lifelong wish."

Then, he was severely beaten up by Kunikida, who had bulging veins.

Ignoring the background sound of squeaking ghostly screams, Edogawa lowered his head in a hurry, and gently fiddled with the marbles on the table with his fingers, which Gojo Satoru helped him take out of the wave soda just now.

After a while, the detective sighed softly: "...they are all idiots."

……

Jia Ruozi originally thought that with the growth of age, Gojo Satoru had become more mature than when he was in high school, and his behavior style was also restrained a lot, but now she understands that this is just a superficial phenomenon.

In fact, no matter how many years have passed, this guy's nature is so willful and self-willed, and he hasn't made much progress at all!

Facing the man who swaggered into the medical room without any intention of repentance, Jiarui Nizi casually picked up an empty bottle and threw it over.

"Get out." Nitro said impatiently, "Don't you think it's not messy enough?"

She is the only one in the medical room now. Fukikoi's kimono was soaked with sweat before, and it is easy to catch cold in wet clothes, so she and Yosano Akiko went out to help purchase replacement clothes.

"Wow, Nitro, you should be careful before throwing it. What if it falls on the ground and wakes up Liuyi sauce?" Gojo Satoru didn't care about Nitro's cold face at all. Come here and teach others with confidence.

It's like engraving the word "arrogant" on his face.

Jia Ruozi sneered: "You still have this self-consciousness?"

Gojo Satoru went straight past her and walked in, pulled a chair and lay down beside the hospital bed, staring at the girl on the bed with closed eyes without blinking. hand.

The girl's hand was only half the size of his, her body temperature was low, and the color of the back of her hand was almost integrated with the snow-white sheet. Gojo Satoru carefully moved Fukami Ryuki's fingers tightly to the position avoiding the needle point, Trying to warm her hands with his overheated temperature.

Jia Ruozi didn't have time to stop her: "Wait a minute, she didn't sleep well, don't—"

"Don't disturb her" hadn't come out of her mouth, Fukami Liuyi was woken up by the force from her hands.

Due to the previous passivity out of control, the irritable mantra flowed non-stop in the body, and seeing that Liu Yi was very sensitive to the touch of the outside world, she subconsciously opened her eyes almost the moment Gojo Satoru held her hand.

But in fact, her pupils were slack, apparently she hadn't fully woken up from her deep sleep, her eyes were filled with mist, she moved her body in confusion, and looked down at her bound hand.

In the half-dream and half-awake state, Fukami Ryuki's reaction became extremely slow, and she didn't even think of pulling her hand back, but hooked her fingers slowly and feebly, and her rounded nails slid across Wujo Wu's palm.

... itchy, like a feather has been scraped.

Gojo Satoru pressed the tip of his tongue, trying to suppress the itch from spreading to more places, but it seemed to have little effect.

Tsk, not too good.

Especially when he was working so hard, Fukami Liuyi suddenly raised his head and looked towards him, meeting his eyes through the mist, and hesitantly called out "Wu Jun" in an uncertain tone, he I thought, let all self-control go to hell.

How long has it been since he heard this intimate address from Liu Yi?

Always shouting "Mr. Wujo", "Mr. Wujo", unfamiliar and polite, he wanted to raise objections a long time ago, but because he made a mistake first, he was afraid that if he said it rashly, it would anger Fukami Liuyi again, so Just pretended to accept it.

But this time he can't be blamed, it was Liu Yi who broke the rules first.

"Liuyi, do you know who I am?" Gojo Satoru didn't hurry to grab the loophole and crawl along the pole, but slowly unwound the white bandage around his eyes, letting those sky pupils look directly at the sleepy and sluggish girl in front of him , asked softly.

——First of all, it is necessary to confirm whether the prey is awake.

The previous technique had already consumed most of Fukami Ryuki's physical strength, and in order to make her sleep more peacefully, Iyuri Glass started to give her a sedative, plus the sleeping effect of the drug itself, so she bluntly She said that she can't even see people in a blur now.

The brain is even more muddy.

It took a few beats to remember her own name, let alone other things. The memories that caused her headaches were suppressed in the deepest part by the medicine at this time, and she had no chance to come out to make trouble.

Facing Gojo Satoru's seductive question, Fukami Ryuki tried his best to hold up his heavy eyelids, trying to see the person in front of him clearly, but no matter what, his vision was still hazy, and the only thing that caught his eye was his white hair like the first snow .

White hair is equal to Gojo Satoru, it should be right, right?

Shenjian Liuyi replied blankly: "Isn't it... Wu Jun?"

She asked herself and answered: "If it's not...then I don't know. Among the people I've met, only Wu Jun has such beautiful hair..."

—she was complimenting her hair color.After realizing this fact, Gojo Satoru's body trembled slightly, and a hoarse laugh slanted out from his throat, as if he was extremely happy. His appearance made even the onlookers turn their heads away, not wanting to admit that they knew him. he.

Oops.Gojo Satoru resolutely bit the tip of his tongue, and the ruthless force immediately caused a lot of wounds, and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth, which made his blood, which was boiling because of Fukami Ryuki's words, cool down a little bit. As for a fire to the brain.

But not much better.

Gojo Satoru found that his hands were stretching out to Fukami Ryuki uncontrollably, and immediately dug her out of the quilt, like a doll, helped her up and straightened her up, if there was not a sliver of reason left, he would I want to push people into my arms directly.

But when she suddenly left the warm bed, Fukami Liuyi still didn't respond, she just followed the instinct cultivated over the years and tried her best to correct her unsightly sitting posture, but because her slow thinking affected her movements, after a while, she also Just wriggling in place.

Ah, great, it looks like she's in a state of insanity.

This ignorant look, which was completely out of the situation, immediately aroused the evil thoughts of the strongest magician. Hunters don't care whether the methods are despicable, and it is the best policy to take advantage of the situation.

Gojo Satoru purposely remained silent, watching Fukami Ryuki hesitantly because he couldn't respond, his eyelids were clearly fighting up and down but still trying his best to think, the itch in the palm of his hand could no longer be suppressed, and it spread along the blood vessels all the way to the heart The position made him feel soft-hearted.

He lowered his voice, and the corners of his mouth raised with pride: "Since everyone has praised me, it's okay not to admit it—yes, it's Wu Jun, it's Gojo Wu."

He re-read his name word by word, as if he could engrave his name into the depths of Fukami Liuyi's mind so that she would not be able to recognize people when she was unconscious.

Regarding this, Fukami Liuyi half-closed her eyes, and her voice was soft, like a Daifuku who would pour out a cream filling when poked: "I know, I can't make a mistake."

A certain oversized cat took the opportunity to rub against the bed, leaned closer and asked, "So to make up for your mistake of not being able to recognize me before, let me give you a hug, okay?"

The brain suppressed by drugs can't actually process too complicated information. Seeing that Liu Yi's thinking paused at the word "hug", she subconsciously judged that this was not a dangerous action.So she thought for a while, slowly raised her hand, lay on the bed and opened her arms to Gojo Satoru.

"Is that so?" she asked deliberately.

Gojo Satoru stared at her for a few seconds, then covered his eyes in frustration: "...No, forget it."

No way, I can't stand it at all. With this defenseless posture, he almost crushed her - butterflies are very fragile, and if she rushed over so rashly, she would definitely be hurt.

Why is it so serious? It seems that Fukami Ryui has been taking care of others as much as possible all along, so as not to let others' expectations fail.

She had been imprisoned for an unknown number of years, and she had enough reasons to curse the world, but she didn't do so. Instead, she always used a gentle mask to isolate others, as if she could protect herself from harm.

Very nice.

So cute.

It is precisely because of this that Gojo Satoru is very angry at the culprit who caused her memory disorder, and he can't wait to go down with a boat and smash his bones to ashes.

"Do you think my hair looks good? I know I know, why don't you touch it?" Restraining the bloody thoughts in his heart, Gojo Satoru bent down, and took the initiative to arch his head in front of Fukami Ryui, without any hesitation. Blushing, he asked, "Come on, doesn't Liu Yi like it?"

In a haze, Fukami Liuyi seemed to see a handful of snow hitting the tip of her nose. She wasn't very interested in fluffy things, so she shook her head and whispered, "It doesn't mean you like it just because it looks good."

After being declined politely, Wujo Wu was not discouraged, and asked persistently: "Then do you think Wujo Wu looks good?"

Although it was a bit slow, Fukami Liuyi answered every question unconsciously: "Yes."

Gojo Goto, who received a positive response, was about to float up. He smiled exaggeratedly with excitement, his blue eyes locked on the person in front of him, and asked again: "Then do you like Gojo Goto?"

This time, Fukami Ryui was still very honest: "I don't like it."

Wutiaowu: "..."

He caught the "Puchi" laugh from Jia Ruozi, and then the calm and steady long-haired woman turned her back, her shoulders trembling with laughter.

After a few seconds, Gojo Satoru's smile faded away, and he widened his eyes in disbelief: "Wait, don't like it—is it the dislike I understand, or does it mean hate?"

This is the first time that Fukami Ryui has clearly expressed his preferences in front of him. In the past, no matter how much he went too far, Ryuki would not show boredom, so he always thought that Fukami Ryui in a normal state would not be interested in him. The favorability value can at least reach the boundary of ordinary friends.

No way, no way? !

Once excited, his head continued to stretch forward, and the hair inevitably brushed Fukami Ryuki's eyebrows, side face, and nose, making her uncomfortable, so she instinctively leaned back and avoided the five hairs. Enlightenment unconscious "raid".

"It's not that I hate..." Fukami Liuyi's consciousness was slowly pulled into the abyss of sleepiness, but when she heard the chirping sound in her ear, she still muttered and replied, "If you have to say it, it's like treating expensive ornaments in the room." Almost. Because it is very precious, you cannot touch it at will, and you are not qualified to throw it away, so most of the time, you keep it at a respectful distance.”

Gojo Satoru's face was long gone.

Ornaments... What are you doing, now that he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a human in Liu Yi's eyes? !

I couldn't help but start pounding the wall.

Taking a deep breath, the strongest conjurer showed the greatest patience in his life, smoothed out his inner dissatisfaction, squeezed out a barely scary smile, and asked, "In this case, what type would Liu Yi like?"

He writes it down first, and if he can change it, he can change it. If he can't...just exclude all qualified candidates, right?

Seeing that Liu Yi suddenly felt a little cold, she hugged the quilt that had slipped off her body a little tighter. At this moment, her mouth was already moving instinctively, and she could barely speak: "Are you a type, with a gentle personality, a decent style, and..."

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth: "There is more?!"

She hesitated for a moment, but said: "It would be even better if it was a normal person with an ordinary appearance."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Jia Ruozi: "...Pfft."

No, she couldn't laugh anymore, Wutiaowu didn't touch any of the above three points.The most amazing thing is the last one. Ordinary looks are just right on the nail - in the words of the singer, "the only advantage of the five is the face." condition day?

Later, she must tell the diva, so that everyone can share the happiness.

"Why?" After a long while, Gojo Satoru controlled his expression. He didn't care if it would be better to keep a distance at this time, he wrapped himself around him, hugged Fukami Ryuki, and pillowed him on his thin shoulder On the top, the snow-white hair hangs down, covering the expression in the pair of sky pupils.

"Why——go against Gojo Satoru?" He asked, confidently.

I never reflect on whether I am not good enough, but it comes down to the other party's poor vision-the strongest magician, a confident person as always.

Gojo Satoru was very heavy, seeing that Liuyi was so pressed by him, he couldn't breathe for a moment, but his hands and feet were trapped in his arms, Liuyi had no room to struggle, so he was dazed for a few seconds, and obediently remained still up.

so warm...

Being half-forcibly leaned on the firm chest, the heat was continuously transmitted to his skin, and the drowsiness surged up at a double speed, Fukami Ryui yawned slightly, and said, "Let's avoid suspicion."

Gojo Satoru: "... Huh?"

Shenjian Liuyi's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "After retiring the engagement, we should avoid getting involved with Wu Jun again. Naturally, it is best to be able to distinguish the type you like at a glance..."

What a stupid reason!

Gojo Satoru turned his head and stared at the snow-white neck that was close at hand. He gritted his teeth and said in a vicious voice, "...I really want to just bite down like this."

Always say such unpleasant words, can't you think about him, he also endured very hard.For the sake of his hard work, just... coax him a little bit, can't you?

The big white cat was terribly wronged, his arms around Fukami Ryuki's waist slowly tightened, and he suddenly changed the subject: "The detective said, in your current memory, I still occupy the identity of your fiance, no wrong?"

Seeing that Liu Yi's breathing slowed down, she had obviously entered a semi-sleep state, and after a while, she made a weak nasal sound: "...um."

Gojo Wujo ruffles her smooth long hair, and said calmly, "Okay, skip those unnecessary steps, forget about the option of retiring the engagement, and go directly to fill in the marriage application... Wow, Nitro, what are you doing!"

call out--

He stretched out his backhand, and firmly caught another empty bottle thrown by Jiarui Nitzi.

Jia Ruozi rubbed his face that was about to freeze from laughing, and returned to indifference: "Try and see if you can smash your brain to normal."

Gojo Gojo laughed: "What nonsense, Nitzi, I am normal in every sense."

"What is the cheater still arguing about?" Jiarui Nigzi straightened her hair and rushed away impatiently, "Come down quickly, and don't disturb her rest."

Gojo Satoru complained dissatisfiedly, but lightly stuffed the sleeping Fukami Ryuki back into the quilt, reluctantly climbed out of bed, and said with a sullen face, "Sure enough, the fear that Ryuki had for me before was all artificially imposed. Well, her subconscious doesn't resist me at all, so as long as I find the curse master, the matter will be solved, right?"

In this regard, Gojo Satoru is very confident, as long as there is a direction, it is good, not to mention that Fukami Ryui has given the feature of "there is a suture on the forehead", which will greatly reduce the difficulty of finding it.

Jia Ruozi couldn't see his tail soaring up to the sky, so he poked a knife with a half-smile: "Gentle personality?"

Gojo Satoru: "Glass, I have been the most popular teacher for many years. You see, the whole magic world respects me. Doesn't this prove that I have a good character?"

That's because they can't beat you, otherwise, with your lack of beating, the grass on the grave would have been three meters high.

Jia Ruozi's tone was cool: "Decent style?"

Gojo Satoru opened his eyes wide: "What, is there still anyone doubting this? If you want to question it, you have to ask those curse spirits and curse masters whether they agree or not?"

No, you should ask the headmaster Leyansi of the Kyoto school first. I heard that he was so angry with you that he almost had a heart attack more than once; there is also Jianren Qihai who is really worthy of this evaluation. Let's draw a line with you now.

Jia Ruozi sneered, and released his trump card: "That's okay, you are an ordinary-looking one, let me see?"

Gojo Satoru fell into deep thought.

Gojo Satoru looked expectantly at Yariko, his eyes sparkling: "Glass, please, please—"

"Dream, you don't have this kind of plastic surgery." Anyway, after working together for many years, I immediately understood this guy's intentions, and gave him a cold look, "Go and heal your brain. "