Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

"Yesterday--"

It fell steadily from the top of the flower house, but stepped on a dead branch.

This was something Gojo Satoru did not expect.

Let

He couldn't help but sigh: he was not handsome in the end.

especially,

Down the mountain along the winding road, my ears are full of the sound of tree-leaf rubbing.

Not too noisy, not too-sweet.

The only good thing is that:

Overlooking the Fuji base from this height, there is a different kind of secluded beauty, like a temple where monks live in seclusion.

"Cuckoo--

A beam of headlights shone from the end of the road, it was the staff harvesting vegetables on time in the evening.

The food at the base is basically self-sufficient.

an acceleration

The three-wheeled motorcycle that can fly over the horizon is the legend of this base.

Wujingwu had already heard about it.

that is

"Cough cough...

The exhaust doesn't smell good.

Eat people too much.

Shaking his nose with one hand.

Wujo Satoru glanced at the shadow of the car out of the corner of his eye, his thoughts rolled over like a cloud, and he was thinking, how to give them a second?

This f*ck is too immoral!

The car doesn't slow down!

Buried!

Condemnable is condemned, and home is home.

By the time Gojo Satoru returned to the hotel, it was almost seven o'clock.

Night falls.

Tourists are dwindling.

The scorching sunset glowed in the clouds, carrying on the last revelry.

The atmosphere at the base gradually condensed.

"Ding--"

As if the time was set, the elevator door opened, and Gojo Satoru saw Ari's astonished gaze as usual.

"Quarrel--

"Ai Li, good evening!

Gojo Satoru waved his hand and greeted him with a bright smile.

this situation

How many times has it happened during this time?

Isshiki Airi really has a hellish idea.

Is it really fate?

The attendance time of the two is not fixed.

although

Because we live in the same building, there is still a chance to meet.

But is this frequency too high?

They meet here almost every day.

Either morning or night.

"Ah, good evening, Gojo-kun-"

Airi narrowed her eyes and carefully looked at the peer in front of her, intuition telling her that this was no accident.

Can

Does anyone really get so bored?

Come to squat every day?

You know, she is not an idler who comes back every day.

so

Is it intentional?

"What a coincidence? We met again by chance!"

Airi's face sank, and the words that were deliberately aggravated made her uncharacteristically show a domineering attitude in front of Gojo Satoru.

She turned around, raised her arrogant head, and turned her delicate profile towards Gojo Satoru.

Those beautiful Danfeng eyes were extremely sharp, as if questioning the big boy in front of him: What do you want to do?

Full of oppression.

As for, is it a coincidence?

Gojo Satoru shouted "Injustice--", this time it was really not him.

On weekdays,

Although I was intentionally increasing my meetings with Isshiki Airi and the others, it really wasn't today.

Pure coincidence.

"Sorry, I promise it's definitely a coincidence."

Wutiaowu clasped his hands together and solemnly promised that the movements would be done in one go, without any sloppiness.

In any case, let's apologize first, anyway, Ishiki can't really be angry with himself.

Reasoning with a woman is your fault!

and

Still terribly wrong.

But what happened next greatly exceeded Wujo Satoru's expectations.

Airi didn't say anything.

I see--

She walked to Wujo Satoru and put her small and delicate nose on Wujo Satoru's body and sniffed carefully.

"You came back with Cai? Impossible..."

She wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and asked Wujo Satoru, with the word "dissatisfaction" written on her clear little face.

I don't know what she's upset about.

what!

Don't know why her nose is so smart?

Can you smell the smell from yesterday?

"??"

Wutiaowu is puzzled, what kind of special function is this?

only know

Don't argue at this time.

It was the first time he had seen such a vivid expression on Airi's face. In the past, even if he encountered such outrageous things, he would still be dignified and cold.

Now showing this expression, it can be seen how much she can't suppress the anger in her heart.

Under the light--

Isshiki Airi stood in the corner of the elevator, wearing a close-fitting suit-style dress, her shoulders and body were outlined with sharp edges and corners, like an unpolished diamond, so sharp that it could cut people visually.

No one will be happy that their own cabbage may be arched by pigs.

...for flowers...

"No, you misunderstood, we really have nothing!"

Wujogo tried his best to clarify the relationship between the two, and did not dare to be a demon anymore.

"Aah...

Please explain why there is a certain perfume smell on your clothes?

Don't lie, the fragrance of the dish is a special note from me!

Airi was obviously not very satisfied with this answer, and immediately questioned it.

"Ah, this.

Wutiaowu was speechless, and his voice was so low that it was barely audible.

He was thinking about the established matters such as "I now say "random encounter" again, will I be beaten?"

"Isn't that close?

We were walking out of the theater and were close enough to get some incense.

It's normal, the air is flowing. "

Wutiao Wu's face did not change color, and threw the pot directly to the flow of air.

The scent on his body is so strong, it is obviously the pot that his hands are dishonest, and he is habitually connected.

But reason told him that he must not answer like this.

will die!

"Is that so?"

Isshiki Airi was still a little unconvinced. The woman's sixth sense told her that things were definitely not that simple.

The girl looked directly into Wujou's eyes, and the two of them looked at each other without dodging their eyes, until she really couldn't find a haze in those dazzling eyes, and then slowly turned her eyes away.

"It seems so..."

She nodded and turned around gracefully, without entanglement.

only--

Quietly brushed a touch of hair, with a little apology and inadvertence.

"Ding dong--

The elevator door opened, and the two came to the seventh floor, the restaurant floor.

Isshiki Airi couldn't wait to squeeze out of the elevator, moving quickly, as if to relieve embarrassment.

Can't pull it.

This made Wujo Satoru stare at the ceiling of the elevator involuntarily.

seemingly..…

Are you hated?

so tangled!

When he returned to normal, the elevator had already reached the eleventh floor.

own residence.

PS:

Senior year, busy with graduation in the past few months, the update really broke down.

Sorry!

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