Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

After that, the pace of life suddenly picked up.

I don't know if it was instigated by someone, but the frequency of these students looking for me has increased significantly, to the point where they need to be beaten and treated two or three times a week.

I don't believe that the busy workload of college students will have this leisure, and I don't believe that their hearts are really so fragile.

To this, they sent a panda with the most difficult to see through expression to explain: "Have you ever thought that we are just greedy for you?"

The dog Juanji, who blocked most of his face, made a full gesture aside, expressing Mu Dun and Sharingan Mo Duo Mo Duo.

Zenyuan Maki immediately yelled that I lasted for 2 minutes longer today and fight again another day!

Me: Pull it down, except for Maki who needs my combat training, oh, the knotweed can also be counted as half, and the attacking styles of the other few don’t match me at all, at most they can distance themselves from enemies like me It is enough to use the magic formula, or save yourself and wait for rescue. Is it possible that everyone wants to become a gymnastics gorilla?

Gou Juan persistently raised his hand to express that he is different, he is here to chase stars.

At that time, I stared at the boy who said this sentence for several seconds, and finally found that what he said was actually true.

The other three first-years silently watched their seniors flex their muscles, and then shot longing rays of light at me.

Well, leaving aside the reason, these three people really want to train.

One-to-many, I am no match for it, and retreat in anger.

In this regard, Mr. Toika expressed his pleasure to see the results, and pushed his glasses away, saying that there is no need to think too much.

...But the problem is that you have been missing people at other times except for reading books at a fixed time recently.

And your glasses, from the original anti-blue light ordinary flat glasses, have become the special models of the magic world... Don't think I didn't recognize it, that luster, that texture, and the Maki glasses that I smashed several times The material is exactly the same!

And, where did your money come from!In just half a month, I have already seen that your equipment has been updated for several generations. What do you rely on for such a costly scientific research——

I opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of steaming ice water and poured it down, trying to cool down my brain that was burning with high-speed thinking.

During this period of time, I went to and from downtown and colleges, and the intentionally enlarged Mudun was less than the size of two hands and had a palm. The movement was so loud that I never had trouble finding the door. After all, someone blocked it for me, right?

I smelled something big, but I didn't even touch the edge.

In the end, I could only stare dissatisfiedly at Mr. Togama, who was clearly planning something, and say, "You are so annoying."

Then the man actually laughed!

I was so mad that I decided to ignore him for three hours.

And the reply of the two Wutiaowu, who couldn't see the shadow at all, was through the principal Ye Moth, who simply sent me another card, and the remarks were high school gym training (crossed out), gym coach salary card, guaranteed minimum salary , add money on a per-use basis.

...So since it is the salary of the college, why do you pay it?

Holding the heavy card that smelled like money, I surrendered.

Forget it, if you don't want me to get involved, then I don't know, if it's not a last resort, who would want to use their brains?

As a wage earner, I don’t have to think about the world crisis or anything. I might have worried that the two Gojo Satoru would create an unmanageable situation, but when Mr. Tomona made up for this shortcoming——I I don't believe that these three people have never been together, no matter what the reason is, whether it is for profit or exchange... Maybe there is also my reason. After a short board, I believe that there is nothing in this world that can stop them.

Behind my back, I secretly called this combination the White Hair Murder and Arson Combination.

Listening to my passionate complaints in the group, Nagasaki wild rose suddenly erupted: You also like white hair?

I held a popsicle in my mouth bitterly, and I could break the screen with the force of my typing: Baimao!Traffic weapon!Treasures of the world!May I ask who doesn't love white hair?

Diving Dog Roll · White Hair · Thorn: Oops (〃▽〃) How embarrassing.

I:?

then:……

Others also: ...

Sorry, I forgot that you are also white-haired.

I forced my respect: That's right, Goujuan is very popular with us.

Everyone who already knew that their own world is also an annoying serial shonen manga: What about me?

I replied in a unified way: Everyone has their own strengths, and readers are very fraternal. One wall per day can be loved once a week.

Goujuan, who had just returned from running around excitedly after being revealed, typed reservedly: Can I know how popular it is?

I deliberately made it difficult: Well, if I type out the specific details, I may be obliterated by an unknown existence.

Dog roll he stopped talking.

Ten seconds later, Panda posted a picture: little face flushed.jpg

Me: hee hee.

Long press to save.

Maki also joined the topic: Senior Huahua, you know a lot

I smiled shyly, after all, my second son is a stinging ape-man.

She continued: So do you prefer white hair and blue eyes or white hair and red eyes?

...Ah this.

I slipped my hand and almost dropped the phone.

Careless, no flash.

Maki gave an order: Hui, leave it to you.

Classmate Fu Hei, who had been lurking for a long time, immediately followed up, throwing out a dozen private server photos of a certain college teacher, high-definition, original pictures.

It is said that the classmate Goujuan with a small yellow face did not show any weakness, and began to post fan pictures of a certain second generation who was touched by a big hand on the P station.

The divers froze and began to vote with dignity.

Lan Fang said that it is worthy of people's sigh that everything is good, but the Gojo Satoru who opened his mouth, the photo without sound is much more pleasing to the eye than the real person.

The red square means that the youth of the Lord is unquestionable, the eternal God with white hair and red eyes.

I stared dumbfounded at the rapid growth of the news, and unexpectedly, even fought?

Is this the daily life of male (female) high school students? Now I believe that your mental health is completely fine.

...However, adults say that choosing one of the two is not difficult for me.

I smiled contemptuously, and typed confidently: What to choose, it’s not about picking someone. Of course, the more walls the better, I want them all.

The underage teenagers and girls were shocked.

I snorted triumphantly.

Hmph, the Internet is a place outside the law, you don't need to be responsible for letting yourself go, of course it's so cool, how can I say it!

"What do you want?" asked Tomona-san, who was standing up and walking towards this side with a coffee cup in hand.

The coffee machine and the refrigerator are very close. My vigilant antenna stood up, my teeth bared, and I covered the scrolling screen: "No, there is nothing."

Social death is impossible.

A rational flower sauce can always distinguish between virtual and reality.

I walked around him with one hand and one foot, and ran away.

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After being a happy salted fish for a while, I belatedly realized that this is actually the life I always wanted before.

But why on earth did I abruptly turn myself into a hardworking social animal?

——It's very simple, I knew the reason from the beginning.

Because there are some things only I can do.

I saw Gojo Satoru, or Mr. Gojo, again on a rainy day.

The white hair is the strongest and rare to take off the usual black blindfold, and put on the small round sunglasses that are only worn with ordinary clothes.

He was dressed in black with a white flower pinned to his chest.

He also holds a bunch in his hand.

"Thousands of hands."

He stood in the slowing rain, and transparent water droplets dripped from his bangs and temples, like tears.

But we all know not.

"Wu Tiao." I called Xiang Xiang the first time I met him, "Today is not a good weather."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, as if to answer.

The leaden sky sank, and after the heavy summer rain, there were only puddles on the road, the smell of steam in the air, and a few raindrops that occasionally fell from the sky.

The taciturn Gojo Satoru stepped on the puddle of accumulated water, and the splashed water carried a flash of rainbow light.

-It is the sun rain.

I followed silently.

"After this rain, the people of Kuxia should also sleep peacefully."

This is my first visit to the cemetery, and I was invited to go to the grave of someone I don't know theoretically.

The torrential rain washed everything away. The blue and white bouquet was held in the hands of a man who had no limit to blooming. The blow of the torrential rain made the fragile petals look a bit ruined. It stands to reason that such a bouquet is not suitable for being loved. placed before the tombstone.

However, the person who was released never cared about these arguments, and the person who was released... Presumably, he would not care about this either.

"Hey," Gojo Satoru knocked the bouquet on the stone tablet, and sat on the floor without paying attention at all, relaxed, as if a boy hit the other's shoulder with his fist, "Jie."

Friendship between men is wonderful, especially best friends.

I have seen Konoha’s fetters of more than one generation, and I have peeked into the past corner where the oldest king and the divine weapon recognize each other. Now, as a participating bystander, I watch the living whisper farewell to the dead .

"Let's go." After sitting silently for a while, Gojo Satoru casually twisted the muddy hem of his clothes, turned his head and left without any hesitation.

I turned myself into the background board all the time, and I was a little confused about his mood at the moment. Before leaving, I subconsciously turned my head and glanced at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

The boy in the uniform of a high school with a half-balled head squinted his eyes half-closed, watching his grown-up friend leave.

We brushed past another Gojo Satoru.

Because of my distraction, I fell behind for a certain distance, and I happened to watch the two Wujo Satoru passing by, as if distorted time and space overlapped and separated at this moment.

At that moment, I seemed to catch something.

——Is that my Jay?

Mr. Gojo, who is a visitor from time and space, has such a thought in his mind.

I hurriedly nodded to Mr. Wutiao who was coming, declined the black umbrella handed by Miss Jia who was with him, and ran towards Mr. Wu who was about to disappear in the afternoon rain.

"Wu Tiao——" This man walked so fast that I almost used my wooden escape to catch up. While calming down the pressure caused by the speed, I wiped the rainwater off my face with one hand.

"It's too slow, Senshou." Gojo Satoru, who walked out of the cemetery, returned to his usual countenance, pushed his sunglasses away, and loved no one.

I panted heavily: "...Hoo."

Since you are in a bad mood today, I don't care about your faux pas.

Seeing that I had calmed down, the man turned around and continued to move forward, while explaining the big movements during this period.

For example, relying on the captured Leuhu to play a trick of inviting you into the urn, such as using two identical existences to make a move, or cooperating with a certain brain organization to play a wave of inviting you into the urn·weight replica, and here In the middle, relying on the invited foreign aid to play a game with the upper-level conspiracy.

"In short, the progress here has been pushed to 90%, and the mastermind has been crushed to death by me, and there will be no troubles in the rest." He put his hands in his trouser pockets ruthlessly, strode forward, stepped on several times of water Hang, "It's convenient to have the script, most of those old oranges haven't realized it yet, tsk, it's cheaper for them."

"Five."

"Don't worry, what I promised you will not be let go, the contract with Fusangshen and the frontal battle about Shuo's march..."

"Mr. Wutiao." This man seemed to be disobedient, so I had to raise my voice and call out again.

This time he finally stopped.

"Why," he pulled down half of his sunglasses pretentiously, "you suddenly look at me like this, are you fascinated by me?"

I sigh wearily.

Sigh, I've known you for a while, don't you know that I'm good at emotion perception?

Maybe I really can't read air, because I think what I'm going to do next is right.

"It's okay, Mr. Gojo," I said, grabbing the man's rain-soaked cuffs and forcing him to turn around. "I made a deal with the world."

This is a fact that the two of you knew well from the very beginning, and I brought it up again at this moment, just to tell him——

I raised my head and tried to look straight into his eyes, but the man was really too tall, and from this distance I could only see the corner of the man's jaw.

That's fine, that's fine.

"Your world has always reserved a space for you. If you feel lonely, it's okay to come here again when you go back."

At that time, it must be completely, your world, your best friend who will sleep here forever.

The words were not finished, but Gojo Satoru understood the unfinished meaning.

The wandering wanderer still has the possibility to return home, and when he returns, the changed past will deduce everything logically.

His future has been changed by himself.

Gojo Satoru turned his head slightly, and saw the students of the high school standing at the intersection, holding black umbrellas.

As he once said, the students who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him are Heng in the third grade, Yi Gu in the second grade, Yuren in the first grade...Of course, they are not the only ones.

Everyone's future is changed.

Even after returning, these people will have the memory of this encounter.

Because, two Wujo Wujo are originally one person.

It's a miracle.

The raindrops are getting smaller and smaller, and the continuous rain seems to be ending. The sun penetrates the cracked lead cloud, and more and more rainbow lights flash from the puddles.

In the 1.9-meter sky that I couldn't see, this person seemed to blink slightly.

In the silence, Gojo Satoru waved my hand away.

He said, "No, you're wrong, Senshou."

The tall man took a step forward, and bumped into him firmly with his arms stained with moisture from the summer torrential rain.

"I'm not alone," he said, "I'm not alone anymore."