After all of them are reborn, who would still want to marry 2.5 Jo Satoru?

Even when he got on the tram and left the town of Kadori, Gen Chisheng was still a little dazed.

He sat stiffly on the moving train like a kindergarten kid. The slight shaking brought by the old-fashioned train made him frown uncomfortably. The girl next to him handed him a bottle of mineral water at the right time.

The girl was wearing a red and white shrine maiden costume. Most of the time, Yuan Zhisheng felt that this dress looked more like the cicada robe worn by a beautiful fairy.

Otherwise, why are there so many girls wearing shrine maiden costumes in the town of Kadori, but only Mochizuki Ruri looks particularly beautiful in them?

Seeing that he was still sitting there in a daze, the fairy simply put the iced mineral water on his face. The sudden attack made Yuan Zhisheng shudder, and he looked over blankly.

"Chisheng, what's wrong? Do you regret going to Tokyo with me?"

The hot summer seemed to have suddenly become a little cooler.

Yuan Zhisheng reached out to take the mineral water, held it in his hand without saying a word. Those violet eyes were still looking at him, almost drowning him like the sea water.

Yuan Zhisheng had never seen the sea.

But he inexplicably felt that the sea should be the eyes of the girl in front of him.

Her bright and clear purple pupils are like the boundless sea, her long silver eyelashes are like snow-white waves, and every trembling of her eyelashes brings out fragile foam and emits a vague light.

The sea should be purple, otherwise how can it be described as beautiful?

It was not until this moment that Yuan Zhisheng suddenly realized why he had agreed to go to Tokyo with Liuli in a fit of rage.

The light in the girl's eyes was so bright and dazzling that his gaze could not help but follow the light, so much so that he did not hear clearly what she said and nodded in agreement subconsciously.

"Brother...are you okay?"

Yuan Zhisheng, who was next to Liuli, also looked over. It was also her first time to take the tram out of the town. She had been holding Liuli's arm since she got on the tram. At this moment, she looked at Yuan Zhisheng with a very strange expression.

Yuan Zhisheng vaguely felt that his brother's gentle smile was half worry and half jealousy.

The next second, he shook his head, throwing away his complicated thoughts, "It's okay, I was just thinking about what Tokyo is like..."

He sat in his seat with a mixture of confused joy and subtle fear, looking out the window at the high suspension bridge outside. The dense forests and mountains passed by rapidly, leaving only two blurry shadows remaining in place.

It's Mochizuki Ruri and Minamoto no Chijo...

Yuan Zhisheng's heart suddenly calmed down.

As long as these two people are still by his side, there is nothing to fear even if there are dangerous places ahead.

"What kind of place is Tokyo?"

……

“Tokyo is such a terrible, terrible place!”

Near noon, Gojo Satoru stood in the crowd and shouted, "It's terrible, it's terrible, it's so hot!"

"I hate summer, I hate the sun, I hate tasks..."

His silver-white hair was blown fluffy and soft by the warm wind, and he looked like a big cat that had been ravaged by its fur several times.

Not far away, Geto Suguru was also dressed in black, standing on the street buying a soda. When he heard Gojo Satoru's voice, he only responded softly, saying in a somewhat listless manner,

"Hurry up and finish the mission, so you can go send a package to your fiancée."

"Didn't you write her over thirty letters? That's more than the total number of words in my self-criticism."

Gojo Satoru was choked by him and calmed down for a few minutes, but he couldn't help but let out an impatient sigh.

"Tsk, who told you to write a self-criticism? I already told you to just buy a few copies online..."

"Many college students are willing to write, and the price is not expensive."

Xia Yujie didn't say anything, but just stuffed the soda in his hand into his hand and said, "Hurry up, Lianzhi Girls' School is just ahead. Deliver the star plasma to the high school, and our mission will be completed."

Gojo Satoru took the soda, drank it in one gulp, threw the bottle into the trash can, and strode forward.

As he walked, he played with a purple glass bead. The small bead leaped from his fingertips, and the bright sunlight was captured by the ball, swaying on the clear surface like running water.

"Then hurry up and I'll go see her after it's done."

Xia Yujie was stunned for a moment, then finally smiled and said in a tone that was unclear whether it was teasing or joking, "Aren't you afraid of disturbing her now?"

"I'll go secretly, see her, and then come back."

"I miss her."

Gojo Satoru's voice was light and his last sentence consisted of only four short words. It flew higher and higher like a kite, almost being blown out of sight.

"Then why don't you go now? Why do you have to wait until you complete the mission? Is she your side quest reward?" asked Geto Suguru abruptly.

Gojo Satoru turned his head and glanced at him, his expression flat and indifferent, "Even if it was Jie, I would be angry if you said that."

Geto Satsuki shrugged. He was well aware of Gojo Satoru's casual temper and wouldn't get angry about it. He just said frankly, "I was indeed curious."

"Why didn't you go see her before, and now you suddenly want to see her."

Gojo Satoru paused, a strangely empty expression on his face. "I feel like I should go see her sooner rather than later..."

"It's like, if I don't see her again, I'll never see her again..."

He stood at the border of the street where light and shadow were dappled. His eyes seemed to have lost the warmth of life, and his whole body suddenly turned into a taut string.

"what are you talking about."

Xia Yujie's voice came from the crowd, neither light nor heavy, "The world is so big, as long as both of us are still alive, we will always meet again."

"And for a sorcerer, death isn't the end; it's just a slightly longer separation."

The black-haired boy with slender eyebrows spoke with a light tone of compassion, "Don't think too much."

Gojo Satoru didn't answer, but stared into the void, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, there were still forty-seven hours and twenty-three minutes before he and Mochizuki Liuli reunited.

There were still one hundred and one hours until they parted again.