Chapter 03: On the third day of the system's victory,

the three students were stunned by the teacher's sudden move. As soon as they looked over, they realized that the person the stupid teacher was trying to get close to was the boy they had just peeked at.

He held an umbrella in his right hand and wore a loose white bat shirt. The wide sleeves fell along the arc of the arm to the crook of the arm, revealing a fair and slender forearm. In his left hand, he held several cute dessert packaging bags, one of which The bright green packaging bag with Yanya's floral logo was being stared at by Gojo Satoru with bulling eyes.

Yukizawa Hanyu was suddenly asked about the dessert in his hand. He looked at the dessert packaging bag, pursed his lips and smiled, "Yes."

Gojo Satoru naturally leaned over and said, "It looked familiar just now. It's Nishimoto from Yanwu. The lady often talks about it, Hanyu-kun. I’ve seen you a few times in the dessert shop before, but you haven’t seemed to have seen me.”

“Well…” Yukizawa Hanyu looked at Gojo Satoru and searched for the key in his mind. word.

White hair, very tall, sunglasses or eye patches, very good looking.

"Is it Gojo-kun?"

Gojo Satoru: "Hey? Hanyu-kun, have you heard of me too?"

"Miss Nishimoto told me that Gojo-kun likes Enya's limited edition desserts very much."

"But almost every time I can't buy it. That's right!" Gojo Satoru puffed up his cheeks in anger, but it didn't look out of place on a man who was over 1.8 meters tall. "I even suspected that Miss Nishimoto did it on purpose. The limit is 25 servings per day. Who knows? You can grab it."

"If you establish a good relationship with Miss Nishimoto, you can ask her to help you save a share." The young man had a natural doubt on his face, and he had no idea how he was being favored.

Gojo Satoru experienced the feeling of a heart attack for the first time.

He took a deep breath and made a request directly without beating around the bush, "Can you sell this to me? I can pay ten times the price!" He bent down slightly, revealing his magnificent blue eyes, which were like glass beads. The sky above the snowy peaks is a miracle that cannot be created by humans.

He looked at the young man with satisfaction.

Yukizawa Hanyu raised the dessert bag in his hand. There were a few thin red marks on his slender white fingers. He didn't care. "No, Gojo-kun, please find which bag it is."

The two of them did it. A mutually satisfactory transaction came with an exchange of contact information.

Yukizawa Hanyu resolutely refused Gojo Satoru's ten times reward.

Watching the figure disappear among the crowd, Gojo Satoru returned to the students leisurely.

"The way Gojo-sensei just seemed to be trying to strike up a conversation..." Kizune Hisuhito touched his chin, feeling that something was wrong, "Finally, I asked for contact information..."

Gojo Satoru put his arms around his student's shoulders, "I'm not sure about this Mr. Hanyu has been a famous person for a long time."

Fushiguro Megumi said, "He is not a magician."

"Hi, I can't tell you the specifics, but you can talk to Maki when you go back. She should be relatively familiar with Mr. Hanyu." Although it is forced.

Ignoring the students' curious gazes, Gojo Satoru's memories from not long ago appeared in his mind.

[I...Yu...no...she, look for, Hanyu...]

The woman covered in black mist murmured in pain. She could vaguely see that the silk was covered with rust and tatters, and she was pressed to the ground by coercion. The rest of the people couldn't observe too many details. Only Gojo Satoru was left standing there, but he had no time to react and could only watch the woman disappear from the place like paper ashes burned by the fire.

Of course it couldn't be death, but I don't know where he escaped.

He thought again of the cousin Maki mentioned before.

[She really can’t say that she likes her anymore, she is just crazy. She talks about it when she has time, and even if she doesn’t want to hear it, her ears are plugged... What’s your last name? Ah...it seems to be Hanyu. ]

Same in the dessert shop.

[I really like that kid Hanyu, but it’s a pity that Gojo-kun never catches up and bumps into him every time...]

Also, the students passing by.

[The vacation is still a long time away. What do you think we invite Hanyu-kun to go out with us? ]

In addition to relatively clear memories, there are several times...

When a thing or phenomenon appears repeatedly, even if you don't care, it will inevitably leave traces in your memory.

Although it sounds rather mysterious, people who often stay with blood will develop a special kind of inspiration over time, which is similar to what people often call intuition, but it is not exactly the same.

Maybe he just thinks too much, but it cannot be denied that the name 'Yukizawa Hanyu' appears too frequently recently.

He had a hunch that they would have contact again in the future.

"Isn't that man really trying to strike up a conversation with you?"

Yukizawa Hanyu walked around a small puddle, "I can only say that he is a fellow who likes desserts. 0018. What are you thinking about."

"Really?" Lazy The male voice replied somewhat casually, "You're too careless. Boys should protect themselves outside."

"Ah, yes, just...what wish did you make?"

Hanyu Yukizawa was stunned, blinked, and then remembered the dessert. About the store, "Well, um..."

"I'm sorry to say?"

"No, it's just a little strange, 'I hope to have a peaceful and peaceful life' or something."

"No, not really."

The layout was similar to Hanyu's . In Xueze's home, there is no difference in the system space.

0018 was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by a bunch of virtual light screens. His knuckled palms made a few strokes in the void, and scenes from all over the world appeared on the light screen.

Five buildings in Yokohama, a religious school in the mountains, an ancient castle in Sicily, Italy...

Putting down his hands, 0018 leaned back on the sofa, looking at the transformed ceiling with his violet eyes, revealing his slender neck and protruding Adam's apple. , the palm that obviously belonged to an adult man rubbed his messy black hair, 0018 sighed, showing a helpless look.

"You have set up a great flag, my host."

0018 called up the light curtain of reality and found that in the few minutes since he left, there was a girl next to Yukizawa Hanyu.

"Why does this girl look so familiar?" 0018 touched his chin and seemed to suddenly realize after a while, "This is not the one who jumped off the building with the little host before!"

Mitsui Miori twirled the long hair around her ears, "Ah "Did Ze come out specifically to buy desserts?"

Hanyu Xueze walked side by side with her, both of them seemed to have completely forgotten what happened before, "Well, didn't you say you wanted to go abroad for treatment? How is your health lately? "

It's not bad. I'm not going to go abroad anymore. I found a very good doctor in China."

Mitsui Miori rolled her eyes, "Have you finished buying so many desserts? It's your little Qingmei who is causing trouble ." You want it."

"What about my house?" Hanyu Xuize was a little funny. "She went out with her father recently."

"Of course she knows.

Yukizawa Hanyu looked down and handed her a piece of blueberry mousse cake, "You like it."

"It's the same thing I asked you for." After saying this, Miori Mitsui took it with a smile. "Thanks."

"My driver is right in front."

"I'll take you there."

"Yeah."

"..."

"Azawa."

"Huh?"

"I had a strange dream." Mitsui Miori looked at Hanyu Snow Ze.

In the dream, the two embraced each other and fell from a high building. The bloody waves swept over her and turned into torn roses everywhere.

The pain that rises from the bone marrow is excruciating, but when I wake up it recedes quickly like the tide, leaving only my beating heart telling me about the almost real nightmare. When I think about it carefully, the pain is like water flowing around my fingertips. , a nothingness that can be touched but can never be grasped.

The cars on the roadside roared past, splashing with splashes, and leaving the long honking sound in place. The sight of raindrops pouring down covered Mitsui Miori's eyes, and she could only vaguely see the young man's handsome and elegant profile.

All the sounds seemed to be absorbed by the rain and melted in an infinitely long time. The world was drowned by the rain in her ears, and everything was silent.

Yukizawa Hanyu tilted his head, his fine black hair brushed his soft white earlobes, his white and thin skin stretched into beautiful arcs, and his blue veins were faintly visible. His loose round collar rested on his thin and narrow shoulders, half revealing his beautiful face. of clavicle.

"What dream?" he asked.

Mitsui Miori looked away, "...it's nothing. The rain is really annoying. I don't know when it will stop."

A light curtain invisible to ordinary people jumped out at the right time.

Yukizawa Hanyu glanced at the screen and said hesitantly: "Probably, there are still thirteen minutes."

"Really or not...ah! It's here." She arched her eyebrows and waved to the boy next to her, " Goodbye, the driver is just ahead."

The girl ran forward through the rain. Yukizawa Hanyu watched her until she got into the car and then took a detour.

The seemingly ordinary black car was carrying its owner to another destination.

"Miss, we've made an appointment with the home doctor. It's about five o'clock in the afternoon."

"Let's go directly, it's almost time."

"Yes."

Yukizawa Hanyu went to a jewelry store to pick up custom-made jewelry before setting off. On the way home.

After putting everything away, Yukizawa Hanyu turned his wrist, looked at the sky where the rain had stopped, and then looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Thirteen minutes, it's really accurate."

Mitsui Miori was sitting in the car, and the scenery outside the car window passed by instantly. She looked at the watch on her hand, and her chestnut eyes were full of inexplicable emotions, " As expected of Aze..."

In Hanyu's house, Hanyu Xueze finally sat down to rest, and there was a shock in his pocket.

0018 was so funny that he laughed twice, "You're a busy man, my host."

Yukizawa Hanyu ignored him and answered the phone: "Huali, how are you enjoying yourself."

On the other end, there was a girl sitting in the guest room. Without changing his expression, he said: "It's great. The sun shining on the beach is so beautiful. I'll bring you specialties when I go back."

"How long will it take for you to come back?"

"Ah, dad said he would take me on a trip around the world, although it's unlikely that he'll be able to do it all. It's over, but it will still take a month. School should start when I get back."

Yukizawa Hanyu was a little surprised, "That's

right, I really miss the dessert you made."

"That's it ! I'll do it for you when you come back."

The girl with orange eyes narrowed her eyes, "Okay!"

The two hung up the phone after a while.

The entire gray-black reception room fully satisfied ordinary people's imagination of the mafia. Yagi Karin put away her mobile phone with an indifferent expression and said to Dazai Osamu who was full of surprise: "Mr. Dazai, please don't look at me with that expression. "

Dazai Osamu held up his chin, "Miss Yagi's acting is so good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Yagi Kari looked at a French book that she couldn't understand and looked like she didn't want to talk.

"Although this is our first meeting, Ms. Yagi seems to have a lot of opinions about me." Osamu Dazai was very interested. Not only him, she was also hostile to Nakahara Chuuya and Alice when they met for the first time. , especially Alice. Although she hid quickly, it was too obvious in front of the human spirit.

Yagi Karin smiled politely, "Mr. Dazai, did you see it through your surviving left eye?"