Coquettish six eyes are the best life

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Another day of queuing, Kamo Tsurumi stood in the middle of the long queue and listened to the discussion of the female high school students next to him.

Kikusuian has really released a new product, and it has been well received.

Gojo Satoru went crazy with joy.

In the end, Kamo Tsurumi couldn't beat Gojo Satoru, and accompanied him to Sendai to line up in a hurry after school the next day.

Fortunately, the queue was not extended much due to the release of the new product, probably due to the fact that it was getting late, so it was not as crowded as Kamo Tsurumi imagined.

He managed to buy the dessert at dusk, but he didn't see Gojo Satoru at the same place.

Why is it so familiar.

Kamo Tsurumi sighed from the bottom of his heart, skillfully picking a lucky one at random to ask about the whereabouts of the tall white-haired man.

"Oh, you mean the small sunglasses that are at least 1.9 meters in length, right? Oh, it's really good for young people to grow so tall now." The 1.7-meter passerby chatted endlessly, not forgetting to tell the direction, " Over there, under that big tree, I took a photo with the female high school students."

"Damn it, uncle, I was also very popular with girls back then, and the team was longer than his!"

"Thank you uncle!"

It is a familiar routine and a familiar formula, and the familiar Wujo Satoru is surrounded by familiarity.

Obviously it was time to go home for dinner, but there were quite a few female high school students standing by the big tree waiting for a group photo. The sharp-eyed Kamo Tsurumi even found a man who was suspected of being a college student and a girl who was suspected of being a primary school student.

Come another elder, Gojo Satoru is a pass kill...

Hey, there really was an old lady with gray hair who was also in line, and she was given up by a high school girl.

"Everyone—line up well, line up well, don't crowd people, and turn on the camera consciously when you get in line soon." Wujo Satoru folded his hands together and raised his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and immediately continued to take a photo after shouting, "Okay, next one."

"Okay, next one."

"Social networking site? You mean Insxxxxx? I have an account."

Gojo Satoru is extremely proficient at taking photos with people, taking the phone and pressing the shutter button before handing it back to the person. When encountering someone who wants a social account, he continues to enter the account number on the other party's phone.

The person who got the social account wanted to go one step further and asked for his mobile phone number to contact him privately.

"I've given you the account number, but I still want the phone number. Greedy will become unlovable."

"No, no, I can't give it to you, and I don't give it to you. Do I look like someone who is short of money?"

Although he refused to give his mobile phone number, there were still a few latecomers who didn't hear him who wanted it.

There is also the unreasonable one: a male college student who seems to be fascinated by him is entangled.

"Please give me your mobile phone number!" The male college student was difficult to deal with, but he did not lose his manners.

He bowed to Gojo Satoru with a perfect Japanese standard right angle bow, stretched out his right hand in front of Gojo Satoru, and shouted: "Your beauty is shocking, I want to pursue you!"

Wow--

People who were still queuing at the back were wowing, and the last woman who was about to leave after taking a photo also stopped and turned around gossiping.

Kamo Tsurumi couldn't sit still anymore, he didn't even care about the desserts he bought and squeezed into the long queue, wanting to see Gojo Satoru's jokes up close, it would be even better if he could take some photos and videos.

"I'm a man?" Gojo Satoru pushed up his sunglasses, leaned his upper body to the left with his hands on his hips, "And you're older than me, college student?"

"Yes! I'm studying at Northeastern University." With an obsessed look on his face, he continued to introduce himself, "My name is [xxx]. I am physically and mentally healthy. My parents are alive and recognize my love for the same sex. Don’t worry if you have a house or a car, please allow me to pursue you.”

"If you don't like someone older than you, you can declare that I am a junior, and I am willing to change my age."

"Your idea is quite interesting." Gojo Satoru encountered this kind of thing for the first time. He squeezed his chin and said, "But I'm still a high school student, and it's not good to fall in love early."

"I can wait until you think it's time to get married! In the meantime,"

"No—" Gojo Satoru rejected him again, "I don't like people who are older than me."

"I,"

"I don't like rich people either."

"Money no,"

"I don't like black hair either."

"I can dye!" xxx shouted anxiously, this is not a problem for him.

I didn't expect it to be so difficult.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes to search among the crowd, spotted Kamo Tsurumi who had grabbed a handful of melon seeds from nowhere and was cracking them, pointed at him and said:

"This is the type I like."

Kamo Tsurumi didn't wear a high school uniform today, and still had black hair, so xxx naturally thought he was a passer-by where Gojo Satoru followed suit.

He didn't take this 'passer-by' into consideration, and was still tirelessly pursuing, "I can be the type you like, you don't like people who are older than you, rich people, black haired people, what else? ? What kind do you like?"

"Tell me what I like,"

"Or!" He interrupted Gojo Satoru, wanting to grab his wrist, "Can you tell me your name first?"

Gojo Satoru's wrist was not touched by him, and the automatic no-lower-limit spell cut off his hand.

"This……"

This scene obviously broke through the scientific cognition of normal people. He tried to grab again without belief, but he couldn't catch it. "What's going on?"

Kamo Tsurumi raised his hand and tapped his head with his fingertips. This kind of thing is not good for ordinary people to see.

He approached from the stagnant crowd, trying to grab Gojo Satoru's wrist, but as expected, he was not blocked by the No Lower Limit spell.

"Wu, let's go."

"Okay," Gojo Satoru didn't care much about other people's strange eyes, and walked beside Kamo Tsurumi, taking the dessert bag he was carrying, not forgetting to call out, "Senior."

I bought a bunch of desserts and looked rich, with black hair, and was called "Senior".

xxx stood at the same spot, silently counting the things that Wujo Wujo didn't like, and was shocked to find that all of them fit with this person who suddenly appeared, and nothing was left behind.

So yes, there is someone I like, don’t you like others of the same type...

Today, there is one more sad person in this city.

-)

There was no class on the second day, but Gojo Satoru had a task at noon, and the two of them were not in a hurry to go back to the dormitory, so they took a walk outside.

There is only a little bit of the sun hanging on the horizon, and the street lamps on the street are connected to the electricity to pour the light into the afterglow of the setting sun.

The two ate while walking, and Kamo Tsurumi liked the new product released by Kikusuian this time.

The entrance is just the right salty taste, a small bite has a sweet aftertaste at the end, and the slightest bit of sweetness is not greasy at all.

Gojo Satoru doesn't like this new product, what he wants is a dessert that can add a lot of sugar.

Fortunately, Kamo Tsurumi also bought a lot of Kikufuku, and brought a souvenir for everyone else during his rare visit to Sendai.

Kamo Tsurumi was completely full after eating that dessert, he quietly glanced at Gojo Satoru who was still eating, then withdrew his eyes, stared at the stones by the roadside and shouted casually: "Satoru."

"what?"

Gojo Satoru was not satisfied after eating ten packs of Xijiufu, so he opened No.11 pack.

"The ones older than you, richer, black-haired..." Kamo Tsurumi counted his fingers and concluded, "You hate that [xxx]? Target him like that and reject everything from him .”

"I didn't target him," Gojo Satoru chewed on the sticky Kikufu, swallowed before continuing, "It's just that he takes up all the points of the person I don't like, I won't like him and I won't agree to him Therefore, we must resolutely reject unreasonable fantasies.”

"Who do you not like?"

"Didn't you say that, a rich black-haired guy who is older than me."

Kamo Tsurumi said bluntly, "That's me, isn't it?"

"I just said it in your image." Gojo Satoru beat around the bush but refused to come to the conclusion that "the one he doesn't like is him".

Kamo Tsurumi reasonably guesses that Gojo Satoru does not seem to be promiscuous, so there is only one possibility left:

"Are you a tsundere?"

Obviously like it but don't say it outright, this is not arrogant.

"Ao?" Gojo Satoru didn't expect this turning point, and his voice was a little weird, "Why do you think so?"

He obviously wanted Kamo Tsurumi to take the initiative, but now he was labeled "Tsundere" for no reason.

"Hmm..." He kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, but made a sound from his throat as a response, looking up at the sky as if distracted.

The sky darkened at some point, and there was no sign of the sun anywhere, only a full moon hanging above, walking with the two of them.

Kamo Tsurumi was indeed distracted, the full moon reminded him of Shizheng and Honmaru.

He didn't know what he was thinking or why he suddenly remembered it, but he just recalled the details of getting along with them bit by bit.

Probably because I missed my family after being away from home for too long.

"Tsurumi?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga who made fun of his own bad luck, Akashi Kunikyu who hardly saw anyone, Hahahaha Hahahaha Mikazuki Munekin, Kakaka Yamafukunihiro.

Yaken Toshiro's strange medicine tube, Baoding Toshiro's unspeakable sex addiction, Ranto Shiro once tried to make him wear a small skirt.

No matter what seems to be a bad thing...

Kamo Tsuru couldn't help laughing when he saw himself.

"What are you thinking about being so happy?"

Speaking of which, the night before he left, Honmaru saw such a beautiful full moon, no wonder he thought of Honmaru.

There are also persimmons left by Saya that I haven't eaten yet.

"It's so good," he said involuntarily while looking at the full moon, "the moon is still so beautiful."

the moon is indeed,

Gojo Satoru was stunned suddenly, stopped and stood there staring at Kamo Tsurumi who hadn't noticed it yet.

He murmured to himself softly, "Tsuruki."

"Enlightenment?" Kamo Tsurumi heard his shout, turned around and saw that he hadn't followed, turned around and asked suspiciously, "Why didn't you leave?"

With his heart beating violently, Gojo Satoru took a deep breath and calmed down, then licked his lips and asked tentatively, "Did you just mean to say, 'The moonlight is so beautiful tonight'?"

"Ah?" Kamo Tsurumi didn't understand, he didn't know what this sentence meant, "It should mean the same thing... What's wrong with this sentence?"

It seems that I have no idea what this sentence means to Japanese people.

Gojo Satoru was silent for a moment, but suddenly changed his address when he opened his mouth, "Senior."

"What happened to you?"

Kamo Tsurumi couldn't figure it out, and Gojo Satoru felt something was wrong after he praised the moon.

Is it the moon?

He looked up at the moon again, but couldn't find anything wrong.

"Senior, I didn't hear clearly just now, can you say it again?"

"what?"

Although I don't quite understand it, but since he calls him "senior"...

Kamo Tsurumi, who indulged Gojo Satoru again and again, scratched the corner of his mouth twice with his index fingernail, and recited again uncomfortably, "Tonight's moonlight... is so beautiful?"

"Senior—" Gojo Satoru stepped forward and walked in front of him.

He cunningly acquiesced that Kamo Tsurumi understood the meaning of that sentence, and took the initiative to explain the "person he didn't like":

"I don't like black hair."

"I also don't like calling others 'senior'."

"You are special."

Kamo Tsurumi vaguely sensed that something was wrong with the moon——

"I also think the moonlight is beautiful, senior."

——I like you too, senior.

Gojo Satoru said one sentence after another without giving him time to react at all. This straight ball hit Kamo Tsurumi's brain stuck and stopped functioning. He couldn't speak when he opened and closed his mouth. Not very good, hastily spit out:

"...I, uh!"

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