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Gojo Satoru is undoubtedly an annoying guy, but he is not particularly annoying——

I have to admit that the main reason is that I have a good face, and I can always stop and admit my mistakes before Qianliu of the Zen Academy really gets angry, stepping on her bottom line of patience.

She subconsciously wanted to escape, but the other party lowered their posture and pressed on.

He forcibly inserted himself into Qianliu's peaceful and orderly life in the Buddhist monastery, falling like a flaming meteor into a peaceful snowfield, and the temperature was so scorching that he felt uncomfortable.

"Gojo-kun, you must be very busy."

"yes……"

"That's actually..."

"No..." He raised his index finger for a pause, "I just like to stay with you, and I'm not afraid of trouble."

"I find it troublesome."

Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, his eyes were very pitiful: "Really?"

Qianliu in the Buddhist monastery rarely had the idea of ​​escaping.

Perhaps God heard her heartfelt voice, and raised his hand to snow in Tokyo, which had just warmed up in early March, and everything was covered with a thin white coat.

At night, she drank some sleep aids and prepared to wash up and go to bed, but there was a muffled sound coming from the window. At first, she thought it was a child's prank, so she didn't pay attention.After about ten minutes, it turned into a clear knocking sound.

"Hey, it's me." Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, his snowy hair was soft and shiny in the night, "Quickly open the window."

Qianliu from the Zen Academy: "...?"

While she was in a daze, Gojo Satoru had already barged in unceremoniously, ordering her to change clothes.

"This one is too thin, no, I need a down jacket."

"What are you going to do?"

"Where's the scarf? What leather shoes to wear, of course snow boots."

"Wait, wait, I don't like those pairs!"

Qianliu of the Zen Academy was at a loss, but Gojo Wu looked at her wrapped in rice dumplings and nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly took her hand, pulled her into his arms, and stepped on the window frame with her half in his arms. Jump down.

Before she struggled and screamed, she landed firmly on the ground, and the surrounding scenery changed into something she had never seen before. The simple and solemn courtyard, the bamboo deer on the water platform drooped listlessly, and the fine snow was silent.

"This is my home."

Gojo Satoru held her hand tightly, and the heat continued to radiate from the joint of the palm.

"In the middle of the night, I suddenly found that the cherry blossoms were blooming. They were very beautiful, so I wanted Qianliu to see them too."

"What?" She was a little confused, trying to withdraw her hand, "Anyway, let me go first..."

"No..." He rolled his eyes, "You have to hold hands with me so you don't get caught in the snow, haven't you noticed? If you get caught in the snow, according to your physique, you will definitely have a headache and catch a cold tomorrow."

If Qianliu of the Zen Academy felt something, she spread her hand, and the palm of her hand actually caught the crystal snowflake. It didn't melt, and she could clearly feel the temperature of the snow.

"There is no lower limit. Simply put, people I don't want to touch will never touch me."

He was quite proud, and his tone was brisk: "Qianliu is of course an exception."

The night was starless, and snowflakes kept falling.

Gojo Satoru took her by the hand and walked through the round arches and corridors of the small courtyard, with dimly lit warm lamps on the carved railings.The night was already very dark, and the range of vision narrowed, and Qianliu of the Chanyuan was a little dizzy.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." He said, "I'll be there soon."

Gojo Satoru gently pushed open the wooden door, and with the creaking sound of the door opening, the wind and snow swept in with a light and bitter fragrance.

The solid tree roots are entrenched in the center of the courtyard, and the snow-painted branches with white edges cover the sky of the small courtyard, and the delicate and pink cherry blossoms are quietly blooming.

There is no moonlight, and the snow-covered ground is bright, matching the little pink in the ice and snow.

"How do you like it?"

He smiled casually, his jade-white skin was almost transparent, and his profile was jagged.

Luoxue was silent, and Qianliu of the Chanyuan heard his heartbeat beating little by little, as if he was in a mess after being drenched in rain, trembling pouringly, unable to turn back.

After waiting for a long time for a reply, Gojo Satoru snorted, "Forget it if you don't like it, I'll show you something better next time, just wait."

Zenyuan Qianliu turned his face away, his mood was so brisk that he seemed to be flying, and he couldn't restrain the urge to raise the corners of his mouth.

Maybe she is about to face a sugar-coated catastrophe, and the uncontrollable impulse often indicates an unsatisfactory ending, but at this moment she decided to be honest with herself.

Under Gojo Satoru's scrutinizing eyes, she lowered her head and smiled, and said lightly, "I like it."

Gojo Satoru: "...?!"

"Oh……"

He didn't seem to be able to digest the other party's sudden change of attitude in the first place.After all, Qianliu from the Chanyuan hadn't shown any good looks before.

"Then..." Gojo Satoru opened his mouth.

"It's impossible to communicate."

"Can you really read minds? Damn it."

"But as a thank you, let's promise Wujo-san one more thing."

He thought for a while and said, "Hmph, then you will have dinner with me tomorrow."

"This……"

"Don't refuse." He sat on the ground and raised the price unceremoniously, "And we will be together at noon and night, I will come to you, that's the deal."

Wujo Wu covered his ears, and put on an obstinate look that I couldn't hear.No matter what she said, she shook her head, so Qianliu of the Zen Academy had no choice but to agree.

She stood in the yard and watched the cherry blossoms for a while, and not long after she sneezed, Gojo Satoru forcefully sent her home.

"See you tomorrow, then," he said.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan then went upstairs, and when he finished changing into his home clothes, he glanced downstairs as if feeling something.

The other party was still standing there, raised his head to meet her gaze, slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, mouthing: "Good night."

She held the curtain tightly with her fingers, as if half of her strength had been taken away from her whole body, as if being lifted up and down by the wind, she closed the curtain and turned away almost in embarrassment.

……

My face is so hot...

Qianliu of the Zen Academy cooled her cheeks with her cold palms, leaning halfway against the desk, and on the spine where she could see was printed "The Moon and Sixpence", which was a book she had chatted with another Mr. Gojo Satoru.

She suddenly had an incredible idea.

Will they be the same person?

……

【Favourability: 67】

The replayed archived memories flashed before his eyes at 1.25x speed, and Kageyama Chiryu yawned sleepily.

She can't produce sentimental emotions, it is better to say that she has no ability to love other than her family.

The same is true for the last strategy character, starting with a little interest, once the ending is played, it will be boring.

"Chasing your dreams is chasing your own doom."

Yingshan Qianliu thought casually, this is the beginning of Qianliu's misfortune in the Chanyuan, and also the beginning of her entanglement with Gojo Satoru, and finally ended up in the end of heaven and man forever, what a fool.

The love and hatred that are often heartbroken is too exhausting.

……

The next day, while having lunch with Wujo Satoru on the rooftop, a male classmate bravely came up to confess his love, handed him a cup of milk tea and said that I like Teacher Qianliu...

Before Qianliu from the Chanyuan could respond, Gojo Wu had already taken the cup of milk tea unceremoniously, inserted a straw to suck it up, and commented: "First of all, it's not sweet enough... hiccup..."

Male students:

"Secondly, don't you even know she's lactose intolerant?"

Gojo Satoru threw the empty plastic cup into the trash can, and the arc of the parabola was very unscientific.

"In the end, Qianliu is my girlfriend, the one who will marry in the future."

He had a hippie smile, but his eyes were very cold: "This classmate, you can leave now, walk slowly."

The male classmate's expression changed again and again, and he left in anger before finishing a sentence.

After confirming that the person had left, Qianliu from the Chanyuan asked curiously, "How do you know that I'm lactose intolerant?"

Gojo Gojo was overjoyed: "You didn't deny that we will get married! Then register tomorrow!"

Qianliu from the Zen Academy: "...?"

"Okay..." He dragged his tone, "Because——it's a secret. If Qianliu agrees to be with me, I'll tell you."

"Thank you, I don't really want to know."

"Um...how about a date with me?"

"Not interested in……"

Qianliu from the Zen Academy noticed that he seemed to know himself very well, and he had already seen the clues in the details of lactose intolerance.

Gojo Satoru liked to eat sweets very much. Dafutuanzi took one by one without feeling embarrassed at all. When she looked over, he generously handed them over, then withdrew his hand and said solemnly: "I can only give you a taste."

"no need."

"It's not that I'm mean," he said. "It's for your own good."

"No, I said no..."

He thought for a moment, and seemed to make a huge concession: "Then two bites, no more."

"...?"

"It's just a date, why didn't you agree?" Gojo Satoru was very dissatisfied, "You obviously don't hate me."

Qianliu from the Buddhist monastery looked at him: "Do you know me well?"

"Of course!" He said decisively, "I know you are afraid of the dark, lactose intolerant, and pretend not to be picky eaters, but you will secretly put green peppers on the plate..."

This level of understanding made Chanyuan Qianliu feel a little weird, and she asked calmly, "Is there anything else you don't know?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment with his eyelids down, and seemed to remember something unpleasant: "That's quite a lot."

"By the way..." He clapped his hands, "When we first met, you said you had a boyfriend you were dating. Is that true?"

Even though it was a question, Wujo Wu's face was full of complacency, as if he was saying that I knew it was absolutely false, and he was waiting for Qianliu from the Zen Academy to deny him to pave the way for his next victory.

Qianliu from the Chanyuan wanted to tease him a little, and said with a slight smile, "It's true."

Gojo Satoru: "?!"

"No way!" He almost wailed, pulling at the hem of her clothes and acting like a spoiled child, "You lied to me... right?"

Zenyuan Qianliu tried her best to hold back her smile, showing no flaws on her face, which discouraged Wujo Wu who had been quietly observing her reaction.

"Okay..." He said angrily, "When will you break up?"

"What kind of question is this..."

"Because you definitely want to marry me." Gojo Satoru was very sure, "If you break up early, you can be with me earlier. Isn't that obvious?"

"No, I don't understand, why you can say so frankly that the eight characters have not been written yet."

"Hmph..." he said half-truthfully, "because I have been to the future."

After saying this, Gojo Satoru was lost in thought, still a little angry, and crossed the flowering cuttlefish intestines once and for all.

After a while, he seemed to have made some important decision, said hello and left in a hurry.

……

Qianliu from the Chanyuan kept thinking about his sentence that I have been to the future.

There are too many doubts about him and Gojo Satoru. If we put them in the framework of parallel space and time travel, we can get a reasonable explanation.

As if to verify her doubts in time, the elusive Gojo Satoru suddenly visited the coffee shop today, and still ordered latte and dessert with sugar and milk.

Regarding the matter that she has been curious about, Zenyuan Qianliu decided to ask directly.

"Is Mr. Gojo from the future?" she said. "You and another Gojo Satoru I know are the same person, aren't you?"

He crossed his legs and tapped on the table with one hand: "Well... yes, but not."

"You talk as much as he does now, and you are definitely the same person, right?"

"Guess what?"

Qianliu of the Zen Academy chatted with the boring adult man for a while, and the wind chime rang twice at the door. She looked sideways, and it was Wujo Wu who came.

He pushed up his sunglasses and looked at her and Gojo Satoru in shock, followed by a little boy with dark hair and green eyes and a reluctant expression on his face.

Compared with his shocked and hurt look, Zenyuan Qianliu first noticed the boy, and his appearance gave her an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"you……"

Gojo Satoru took two steps forward, looked straight into her eyes, pointed at another Gojo Satoru who was smiling at the corner of his mouth with one finger, gritted his teeth and said, "Is he the boyfriend you said?"

Qianliu of the Chanyuan didn't pay attention to what he was talking about, just picked up a handmade biscuit in the store, and walked towards Fu Heihui.

Although he didn't know why the other party had such a misunderstanding, Gojo Wujo tilted his head and smiled slightly: "Yes, I am."

"Really..." Gojo Satoru had put away the subtle gaffe just now, and his tone was very yin and yang, "If you can't keep your own wife, do you want to steal someone else's? The divorced Bensan man is really miserable."

Gojo Satoru fought back with ease: "It can't be true that someone is still single?"

"Isn't someone really going to get a divorce?"

"A single dog still worrying about housework for others? It's so touching."

"Yeah, after all, your wife is awesome."

"Your one is not bad either. No, you haven't caught it yet."

……

"Hey? Then can I call you Xiaohui?" Zenyuan Qianliu smiled, "Shall I take you for a stroll around the neighborhood? There is a new shop for handmade dolls..."

"Ah, um."

Fu Hei Hui paused, and put his hand in her palm with some hesitation.As she walked out of the store a dozen steps, she looked back and asked in a low voice, "Should we leave them alone?"

It seems to be fighting...

"Don't worry about it." Chanyuan Qianliu didn't turn his head, and smiled like a spring breeze, "It's just two idiots."