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

The person outside the door is looking for you specially. If he went wrong, he should have left when he heard your voice, and he will not knock again.

You decide to open the door for him.

The distance from the seat to the door is a straight line, there are no obstacles, and you feel the door handle by feeling.

After opening the door, you opened your eyes and pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "What's the matter?"

The man didn't speak, you frowned slightly, and then you felt him shaking his hand in front of you, did he seem to see it?

"System," you ask in your heart, "is the "Shadow of Personality" available now? "

Personality Shadows can hear other people, and if it works, you'll instantly know who's standing in front of you.

"No, you can't cheat," the system said aggrievedly, "Even I have been blocked, so I can't see anything."

Well, it seems that the punishment is very strict, and there is no chance for you to exploit loopholes.

Since the man didn't speak, you were about to close the door, but the person outside suddenly grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the door.

"Wait..." You clasped his hand backwards, the material of the clothes touched by the palm of your hand was warm and cool, and the unique texture was the familiar college uniform you were familiar with.

You can't help but be taken aback.

Don't talk, wear a college uniform, is it a dog curly spine?

Thinking that Gojo Satoru might be on the way to find food for you, asking around with that petal, and then being found by the dog, your head is getting bigger.

The person suspected of being a dog curly thorn takes you out of the room, walks through the corridor, and returns to the large courtyard in front of the check-in.

When you got off the bus, you glanced at the map. On the left side of the hotel courtyard is the guest room, directly opposite is the hotel management office and restaurant, and on the right side is the garden. Bypassing the garden, you can reach the hot spring behind.

He takes you around the courtyard. The carp under the rockery is disturbed by your passing figures, and they quickly turn around and swim away. The sound of bamboo tubes of water hitting stones.

The voice flickered from left to right, and you gradually lost your sense of direction.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask.

The man didn't answer, and you could sense he was harmless, but you didn't want to just defer to him.

You broke away from his hand, turned and walked in another direction, he seemed to be a little anxious, and quickly grabbed your clothes.

However, it was still too late. There was a large decorative stone in the direction you chose. You kicked it, your footsteps were messed up, and you stepped into the shallow pool next to it.

Your shoes are wet.

The cool pool water poured into your shoes, you couldn't help shaking, and quickly pulled your feet out.

The hand that grabbed your sleeve loosened a bit, the man seemed a little helpless, and pulled you to a nearby bench and sat you down.

You heard his footsteps and left, and he returned quickly after a while. He brought you a pair of shoes. The soles of the shoes were very hard, and they made a "beep" sound when they were placed on the floor, much like clogs.

You bend over to remove your wet shoes, your feet reaching toward the clogs.

Suddenly, there was a resistance on your leg, and the man grabbed your ankle with his hand and lifted your leg up.

The trouser legs were pulled up, and a soft towel wrapped your feet.

The feet are the place where the nerve endings of human beings are most densely distributed, and they rarely come into contact with the outside world. You can't help being surprised when someone grabs them so straightforwardly.

Then you feel a towel soaked in a strange body temperature approaching you and wiping your feet. The towel takes away the cold water droplets, making the residual itching more obvious.

The palm holding the towel is firm and strong, as if it is tightly attached to the sole of your foot through the towel. The tiny wool particles on the towel rub against your skin, and carefully remove all the wet water stains bit by bit. suck away.

His fingers hidden behind the towel are strong and powerful, and his moist fingertips rub against the soles of your feet intentionally or unintentionally. Your sensitive nerves are repeatedly touched by his fingers, and your toes can't help but curl up, wanting to retract your feet return.

The man grabs your ankle firmly and won't let you go.

He probably looked up at you and noticed that you were uncomfortable, so he let go of the soles of your feet and wiped them instead.

The warmth and softness suddenly disappears, and you feel even weirder, especially since one of the corners of the towel often brushes over your toes, like a feather lightly falling on it.

You scratched the edge of the chair with your fingers, trying to divert your attention by thinking about other problems.

Not dog curly spines.

Goujuanji doesn’t know you now, even if he can do this for you, he won’t be so gentle and patient from the beginning to the end, there is a high probability that he will play a prank, poke gently under your feet, and expect you to give respond.

So this man—

Suddenly a figure flashed in front of your eyes, you took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Fuhei?"

The person in front of you froze instantly.

An air quieter than the falling of a silver needle spreads between you.

You asked in disbelief: "It's really you?!"

The man didn't reply, but his suddenly messy breathing told you the answer.

You quickly draw your foot back and reach forward, grabbing the towel.

You wiped off the strange feeling brought by him vigorously, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Only then did Fu Heihui cough out: "Senior Goujuan, they still need one person to play cards, so let me come out and help find someone. I saw Teacher Wutiao take you to the room to put your luggage..."

You have no luggage at all, you clicked your tongue, "And then?"

"I thought you were playing a prank...I didn't expect you couldn't see it," Fu Heihui's voice suddenly became lower, "I'm sorry."

You think of him wandering around in the middle of the big courtyard, and suddenly understand: "You wanted to take me to Goujuan at first, but then you realized something was wrong, and you planned to go to Gojo Satoru?"

Fu Heihui let out an "ah" and asked hesitantly, "What are you?"

"Curse backlash."

What happened just now, I don’t know if it’s Fu Heihui, it’s okay, now I feel a little embarrassed when I think about it, you waved your hand, “Go find someone else, don’t worry about me, Gojo Satoru will come to me later of."

Fu Heihui didn't leave, and your smile couldn't help being a little playful: "I really didn't expect you to come to me on my own initiative."

"It's just that I can't find anyone else." Fu Heihui finally returned to his usual tone.

You heard the sound of rubbing clothes, he seemed to stand up, and said in a light tone: "Kumizhang and Maki-senpai don't know where they are, otherwise I wouldn't have looked for you."

"I can't even see the cards." You said with a smile, "Do you want to read it to me word by word?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

You say, "Don't worry, I'm fine here, no one can do anything to me."

Although cheating is forbidden to listen to your heart, your other abilities can still be used. You don’t think there will be any problem if you are alone. Fu Heihui has seen you kill super-level curse spirits, and knows that this sentence has enough persuasive.

After a moment of silence, you hear his footsteps leaving.

"I'll help you find Wutiao teacher."

"Thank you~"

The air around you fell silent, and you shrunk into the chair somewhat unaccustomed to it, with your arms around your knees.

You are sitting next to a rockery, and there are carps in the pool surrounding the rockery. Probably guests often feed them. After a while, you hear the carp bubbling in the pool, as if asking what you want to eat. .

"How did you guess it belonged to Fu Heihui?" the system asked.

"intuition."

You don't really want to continue the conversation, "I wish I had fish food on hand," you say.

The system silently tells you the time: "There are 42 minutes left."

You start to think of ways to pass the time for yourself: "Read to me, I have already read page 93 of the social science textbook, and you start reading from the rest."

"No problem!" The system agreed energetically.

Time passed quietly while you were listening to the book, and after about ten minutes, you heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from a distance.

Someone runs towards you and stops in front of you.

He seems to be looking at you.

You tilt your head.

After a while, he came over and held your hand, and your fingers touched the familiar college uniform.

But it's not Fu Heihui, this person gives you a different feeling from Fu Heihui.

His hands are very strong, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself, he tightly holds your fingers in his hands.

You feel a little pain and ask softly: "Can you let go?"

The man hurriedly let go of his hand, you stretched your body, your legs curled up on the chair were numb, and you were about to step on the ground barefoot, the man bent down and brought the clogs to your feet.

You successfully put on the clogs, and the man seemed relieved.

The size of the clogs was unexpectedly suitable. You stood up and walked around, but the man suddenly grabbed you and asked you to sit down again.

His fingers brushed against your neck, and while you were still guessing his intentions, he untied the long hair that was tied behind your back, and the soft long hair instantly fell apart, gently covering your back like satin.

A little bit of hair was charged with static electricity, and it scratched your neck lightly. As soon as you stretched out your hand, that person picked your hair away faster than you.

His hands stretched along your neck to the back of your neck, and gathered all the long hair into the palm of his hand.

Fingers inevitably touched your skin, and you noticed that his movements paused a little. He looked down at you, because you didn't show any disgust, and he continued to comb your hair with his fingers.

Two hands are stretched from your ears to the back, and his fingers are nimbly shuttling through your hair. He doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, and he has been very careful in his movements.

The slight traction from the scalp makes you guess what he is doing. He braids your long hair into a braid. The movements are not very skilled, and strands of hair often run out of his fingers, and he is very gentle. went back.

He is probably bent over in front of you, breathing nervously past your forehead, but his hand on your head is very steady, making you feel that he is too serious.

After a long time, the twisted braid was finally done. He helped you put the braid on your head, and then the temperature around your ear disappeared, and one of his hands left. After a while, a hairpin was inserted into your hair to help you fix it hairstyle.

You touched the long hair after fixing it, it was very stable, and it should be pretty.

The hot spring with long hair is not very convenient. You have also been troubled by this problem on the way here, but you didn't expect someone to solve it for you in advance.

"Thank you."

After getting your thanks, he didn't pull away, but held your head in his hands with dissatisfaction.

His fingers, which were warmed by the hair, were placed next to your ears. He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs, and gently lifted your face.

He is looking at the hairstyle he has braided?or it could be--

In short, his breathing was a bit heavy.

The hand next to the ear also became hot, and his little finger touched your earlobe, and you felt the little finger tremble slightly on it.

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If you feel a little bad, quickly ask:

A "knotweed?"

B "Gojo Satoru?"

C "Dazai?"

D other people