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

A book signing event for the fourth volume of "Fate/Stay Night" was held at Yokohama Park.

As the oldest Western-style park in the history of the island nation, Yokohama Park was once the pride of the citizens when it was first built.

However, after 00, the architectural style that is neither Western nor Chinese has become a product of the old times. Apart from the elderly taking a walk and children playing, few people come here.

"So, I think it's great to hold it here." Liuli said to editor Kobayashi on the phone.

"But with the teacher's fame, he could definitely hold a grander ceremony," Editor Kobayashi couldn't help but say.

"You can hold a book signing event in Tokyo or Kyoto. The Akashi Group will reserve the largest venue for you."

She whispered, "Mrs. Saori is a fan of your books. She likes the characters in the books very much."

Liuli politely refused her, "I don't really want to leave Yokohama, so let's hold it here."

"Don't we need to find a bigger venue? We can pay to rent the Sky Garden."

Editor Kobayashi couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

After all, this is Teacher Liuli's first time holding a book signing event. It's a pity that she can't hold it in Tokyo. If she has to stay in a small place in Yokohama, it would be a dereliction of duty for her as an editor.

Moreover, if too few people come, Teacher Liuli will also be disappointed.

"No need, this place is fine. I'm terrible at being in situations with too many people."

Liuli hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding a book signing event was something that was carefully considered. As the current top author of Akasha Society, it does need to play a certain publicity role.

Of course, the huge appearance fee paid by Akasha Society is also an important reason.

Based on this, Liuli thought for a long time before deciding to set the location in Yokohama Park, which is a relatively remote location and generally not many people come here.

This way, the safety of the book signing event should be more guaranteed.

On a sunny morning, Liuli sat in front of the marble fountain in the park and prayed from the bottom of her heart:

I hope this book signing event will go smoothly.

I hope that none of the readers marked as high-risk will come.

……

Tenriko's face turned pale.

The girl next to him whispered, "Riko-chan, do you know them?"

"Riko-chan, are you okay?"

"If there's any danger, we can ask the teacher for help."

She took a deep breath and forced a stiff smile. "I just remembered that these two people are my distant relatives. They must be looking for me for family matters."

Riko waved to them and said, "I have to leave first. Please ask the teacher for leave for me."

She smiled and ran towards the two young men in the distance, as if running towards her own destiny.

After leaving the school gate, Tenriko immediately pouted and couldn't help saying,

"Why did you two come to school? It would be bad if other students knew about this."

Gojo Satoru looked at her in surprise. "Knowing you're going to die soon, this is your first reaction?"

Tenriko glared at him, "That's not death. What I'm about to do is save the world!"

"After I assimilate with Master Tianyuan, I will always protect this country, everyone here, and the world where Hei Jing and Liuli teachers are!"

When she first said these words, the expression on Gojo Satoru's face was somewhere between looking at an idiot and a crazy fan.

But when he was about to finish the last sentence, his face became gloomy and narrow.

"Liuli...teacher?"

The sound seemed to be squeezed out directly from the throat, dull and distorted.

Tenriko was frightened by his expression, but the next second, she immediately pretended to be fierce and said, "I am Lord Tianyuan, please show some respect!"

If she hadn't taken two steps towards Geto Suguru while speaking, it would probably have been more convincing.

Geto Xiayou smiled at her, then looked at Gojo Satoru. His tone was calm, without a trace of soothing, but rather sounded like a verdict:

"Satoru, there are countless people with this name in the entire island nation, you should know."

You should know that this name that belongs to you has been buried in the past, along with its owner.

Gojo Satoru said nothing.

Looking at the timid Tenriko, Geto Suguru gently consoled her, "Do you want to go get something to eat? It's almost noon."

Tenriko nodded hesitantly. She asked quietly, "Can I call Kuroi? Kuroi is the one who has always protected me."

"of course can."

Even death row inmates have time to say goodbye to their families before execution.

The phone beeped twice and was quickly connected. A soft female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Ms. Riko, what's wrong?"

Nariko hesitated for a moment before asking, "Kuroi, where are you now?"

"I'm in Yokohama Park." The voice on the other end of the phone was laughing.

"Have you forgotten? There's going to be a book signing event for Fate/Stay Night here today. I'm getting ready to line up to get a signed book."

“There are a lot of people here.”

Tenriko suddenly felt suffocated. She tried hard to control her stiff lips and tongue, but she couldn't say a word.

Black Well...

I'm going to...I'm going to die...

"Then let's go too." Gojo Satoru said suddenly, "We'll also go to that book signing event."

"I'm quite curious about what kind of works a writer with this name would write."

Tianlizi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously hung up the phone.

There are an outrageous number of people in Yokohama Park. Since its establishment, the park has never handled such a huge flow of people.

Tenriko raised her head hard, trying to search for Kuroi Misato.

Geto Xiayou accompanied her in the search. This activity was a rare leisure time for him.

Gojo Satoru, who had said he was coming at the beginning, was absent-minded, looking around, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Satoru..." Geto Suguru called him, but got no response.

Gojo Satoru stood there, motionless, the hustle and bustle of people coming and going was left behind him. The years began to flow backwards and time began to turn back.

One summer in my memory, Wangyue Liuli, who was sitting on the corridor reciting poetry, turned her head with a gloomy look.

"Satoru, what's wrong with you?"

It was Geto Suguru's voice.

The young man who was standing there in a daze suddenly woke up as if from a dream, his face blank.

His voice was like rusty machinery, cold and dry.

"not dead."

"Jay, she's not dead."