You are an ordinary person, how do you survive in the Shura field

Affiliated Hospital of Dongda University.

In the independent single ward, the table is full of flowers and fruits. You see off the last wave of visitors and walk to the window of the hospital, just in time to see a silver-haired figure leaving.

The system said hesitantly: "It's the dog curly spine, he didn't come up..."

"It's good like this." You looked at the window reflecting your current appearance, with a plaster cast on your right hand, a bandage wrapped around your head, long burning red hair hanging on your shoulders, and the hospital gown made your face pale, As if a gust of wind could knock you down.

The palm of your left hand is also wrapped with a bandage. You use this hand to clumsily close the curtains, covering your fragile appearance. You ask the system: "Is the task completed?"

"Completed." The system replied, "Do you want to exit the copy now?"

You shook your head: "Go find something to eat first."

I have received batches of visitors in the morning, and you have not eaten until now, which can affect reality to a certain extent, so the hunger will not disappear with the exit of the instance.

You put on your coat and a baseball cap to cover the bandages on your head, then you twist the doorknob and walk out the door slowly.

Your injury is not serious, but the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss makes you unable to move freely. You walked for a full 10 minutes to the vending machine that can usually be reached in a few minutes.

Putting your hands on the edge of the vending machine, you panted slightly, waiting for your tired body to recover, and experiencing this rare feeling of weakness by the way.

Your bandaged left hand clenched into a fist, and then loosened. Your fingers were weak and numb. You couldn't help but smile. Fortunately, you didn't enter such a body when you crossed over, otherwise you wouldn't be able to do anything...

An arm suddenly passed over you, slender fingers pinched the coin and stuffed it into the coin slot, and then pressed the orange button. The jar fell from the outlet.

The exit is at your feet, and you take a dull step back as the man presses the orange button again, then leans over and takes out two cans of drink.

When he straightened up, you realized that he was much taller than you, and the clothes on his body looked very familiar.

You turned your head with a subtle premonition, and saw Gojo Satoru, who was wearing a blindfold, tilted his head and smiled brightly at you.

"Orange juice~"

He handed you one of the cans very familiarly, "You are Akashi, right?"

This is the first time you have seen Gojo Satoru since you left the last dungeon.

Seeing that you didn't speak, he let out an "ah", "I almost forgot that you were still injured."

He hooked the ring of the can with his index finger and easily opened the can for you.

The soda can made a light "chick", and the sweet aroma of oranges rushed out of the can. He handed you the can containing the golden liquid, smiling so triumphantly that he seemed to send the whole summer to you.

"Is that all right?"

You took the can slowly and said, "Gojo Satoru, I know you."

Wujo Wu let out a sigh, and you asked the system in your heart: "Gojo Wu also remembers the last dungeon, right?"

"Yes……"

You couldn't help but sneered, "Very well, Gojo Satoru came to your door by himself.

Although you have the idea of ​​teaching him a good lesson, you still look extremely weak on the face, and ask Gojo Wu in a somewhat erratic tone: "What do you want me for?"

"I heard that you were attacked by a cursed master?" Gojo Satoru asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, he met your displeased eyes, and said quickly: "I didn't come to expose your scars, I wanted to ask you about the curse master, you also want him to be caught earlier, right? "

You took a sip of orange juice, and the slightly sweet smell calmed your annoyed mood a little.

You said slowly, "I won't tell you."

"Xia Youjie wanted to kill me, not because my words offended him, but because I knew a secret."

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin and asked, "What secret?"

You said lightly: "The whereabouts of Miyamura Yizheng."

Gojo Satoru's hand on the chin froze suddenly, and the powerful aura that had been restrained burst out suddenly. He lowered the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice, "What did you say?"

A little drop of water seeped out of the can of orange juice. You put the can aside and drew a fiery pattern on the glass of the vending machine with the water drop. That was what you, as Miyamura Yimasa, hid in your collar. Wenlu, Gojo Satoru once angered you just to see it.

There is no magic power on the water drops, Gojo Satoru lifted the blindfold with his index finger, and looked critically at the lines you drew.

The lines that he will never admit are reproduced by you exactly.

His blue eyes became deep, and obscure thoughts were deposited in them. The water vapor evaporated under his gaze, and his expression became more and more gloomy.

He asked in a deep voice, "Is Miyamura still alive?"

"Yes, but I promised him that I would not reveal his whereabouts."

Gojo Satoru re-examined you, "But since you told me, it means there is still room for maneuver in this matter? What conditions do you have?"

His tone has the calmness that he can handle whatever you ask for, and his casual standing posture reveals a strong confidence. The hand in the air is holding the can, and the water drops slide down the edge of the can, being blocked by his fingers, and can only accumulate on the edge of his fingers.

With more and more water droplets, his bony fingers were all covered with water vapor, and even the neatly trimmed nails became crystal clear.

You accidentally caught a glimpse of his hand, and suddenly wanted to help him wipe off the layer of water stains, so that his slender and strong fingers would become fresh, dry and hot again.

So you said, "Be my lover for a day."

Gojo Satoru took a breath, and subconsciously raised his voice: "Say it again?!"

"It's just what you think," you said looking at him, "to be my love."

"I haven't dated a magician yet, and I heard that you are the strongest magician?"

"Of course." Gojo Satoru was still surprised, subconsciously answered.

He paused for a moment, and there was a little warning in his voice: "It's impossible to be a lover, you'd better not think about it."

"Is it okay to go on a date?" you ask.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but turn colder, you said: "Imasa Miyamura, only I know where he is."

Wujo Wu couldn't help tapping his fingers on the can, and finally, he raised the corner of his mouth: "I kind of want to treat you like Jie."

His cool tone was like a cold wind blowing, and the powerful aura on his body squeezed you, making the bandaged wound on your body feel painful again.

Your weak body couldn't bear his anger, the feeling of weightlessness came from below, and you couldn't help leaning forward.

The cold white floor of the hospital is magnified in front of your eyes, and you are about to fall to the ground. Suddenly, your back collar tightens. Gojo Satoru grabs your collar and pulls you up when you are about to fall.

"You'd better go back and lie down," Wujo Satoru said.

There is no lower limit spell on him, but he actively touches you but is not within the range of no lower limit blocking, you take advantage of this and grab his arm.

"I don't want to be in the hospital, go for a walk with me."

Gojo Satoru frowned slightly, and you said, "Just make it the first item on the date."

You insisted so much, he didn't refuse any more, but just twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and clicked his tongue.

"If I can't tell the news that satisfies me—"

"It will definitely satisfy you," you said.

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Said it was a walk, but in the end you sat in the dessert shop.

Gojo Satoru crossed his legs, with the menu on his lap, he lifted the blindfold partly, and his eyes staring at the menu suddenly moved to your face.

Looking at you with thin sweat on your forehead, he sneered and said, "You are too weak."

The silver-white hair stood up on his head, with a kind of frizzy feeling, which made your heart burst into flames.

You stroked your sweaty bangs on your forehead, and said with a faint smile, "You're so strong, don't you still want to waste time here with me?"

Gojo Wujo's eyes darkened, and he turned his head to click on the menu a few times: "I want this, this, and this, as well as the cream puffs."

He handed the menu to the waiter without asking for your opinion at all.

"Another milk parfait." You answered.

Gojo Satoru glanced at you, but didn't say much.

There are very few people in the dessert shop near the hospital, and there is no music playing in the shop. The atmosphere between you is so quiet that you can hear it.

Gojo Satoru on the opposite side pulled down the blindfold to cover his eyes leisurely again, assuming an attitude of wanting to be invisible to you, you took out your mobile phone and took a photo of him blatantly.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head sensitively, and you said, "I'll take pictures when I'm dating."

Before he came to you to inquire about Xia Youjie, he must have known about your daily life as Neptune. He said a little angrily, "Don't send it out."

"No problem." You look at the photo in your hand, Wujo Satoru is wearing a dark uniform, which doesn't match the warmly decorated dessert shop at all, especially when he still has his legs crossed, his arms resting on the table, and the corners of his mouth are drooping unhappily It is easier to think that he is here to find fault than eating dessert.

"Since it's a date, can't you be happier?" You said critically.

"........."

Gojo Satoru lowered his legs in an instant, and the simple movement made the people who saw it feel cold all over.

You smiled at him, picked up your phone and took another picture.

Not long after, the waiter came to you with a tray, and all kinds of desserts were placed on the table. The sweet and dreamy color scheme dilutes the coldness on him.

He slowly picked up the fork, still looking in your direction, but the knife and fork pierced into the cake without hesitation, splitting the cake in two.

His movements were full of murderous intent, but the deliberately slow movements seemed to endow him with another meaning.

The silver fork made of stainless steel looked extraordinarily delicate and small between his knuckle fingers. The dreamy lights in the cake shop shone on the fork tines. Into his fingers, set off his fingers shiny.

The silver hair also shone wantonly under the atmospheric lighting, and the whole person was extremely dazzling in the aura he created.

He chopped the cake, picked up the cake covered with cream, and slowly sent it into his mouth, with his soft tongue half-hidden between his teeth, you looked at him blankly, he chewed the cake, put his hand The elbows rest on the table, the back of the hand drags the chin, and the fork is bit by bit in the air.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he asked you: "Don't you like me like this?"

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you:

A "I like it."

B "No, actually I'm not interested in you."

C say something else

D "■■■■"