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

Murphy's Law is a psychological effect. In simple terms, it is:

The more you fear something happening, the more likely it is to happen.

Such as this moment.

Editor Kobayashi's worries were completely unnecessary. The entire Yokohama Park was packed with people. Just looking at the people coming and going, Liuli's right hand began to hurt.

Most of them were groups of female college students, mixed with a few office workers in suits and gangsters in black suits.

The publishing house staff used retractable tape to build a winding corridor to make it easier for readers to queue up.

When Liuli looked up, she easily spotted Edogawa Ranpo and Yosano Akiko in the crowd.

Ranpo jumped up and waved at her, while Akiko was carefully holding a few boxes of desserts in her hands.

Not far behind them were Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Gin Akutagawa, and the brother and sister were accompanied by Fukuzawa Yukichi.

During this period, the two children had sufficient food and a good living environment. They grew taller quickly, and their originally thin cheeks became plump, making them look quite cute.

Further behind him was Nakahara Chuuya, who was wearing a sweatshirt. Although he was not told about this, for some reason he came over on his own initiative and was queuing up very obediently.

Liuli breathed a sigh of relief. Although the number of acquaintances was too high, they were all her wings and would not fight with each other. This made her satisfied.

Thinking of this, Liuli turned her gaze to the crowd in front, intending to start signing autographs directly, and ensure that she could get off work on time by coming to work early.

A snow-white figure locked her sight.

Snow-white long hair, snow-white suit, rose-red eyes, and black nail polish on the nails.

is it you?

Shibusawa Ryuhiko.

Liuli's expression instantly turned into a comic-book look. Why would a big shot like you, who obviously comes from an upper-class family, want to attend a book signing event for a hot-blooded girl's comic?

Aren’t you afraid of exposing yourself as a otaku?

Liuli took a deep breath, put on a stiff smile, and continued searching among the crowd.

Who was that frail, black man wearing a white Cossack hat and a cloak in the middle of summer?

Surely it can’t be our good friend Mr. Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky?

How could the Disney legal department in this world be so disappointing? If they still had the reputation of being the strongest legal department on earth, she would have immediately called to complain about the infringement of the Rat in the Dead House icon.

The blond man holding the doll should be Ayatsuji Yukito, and the old man in the gray and black loose coat looks like Kyogoku Natsuhiko.

Not far away, there was a group of guys standing upright, who looked like either mercenaries or soldiers. The leader was definitely André Gide.

There were also two psychopaths in the crowd, one with silver hair and the other with black hair, wearing black windbreakers in the middle of summer.

If this wasn't for Gin, the famous villain on the Conan set, Liuli could eat Detective Conan alive.

Is this my book signing event, or a tea party for villains from the anime world?

"Teacher Liuli, Teacher Liuli, please stop vomiting your soul and give me an autograph first."

The boy standing in the first place smiled gently with his lips pursed, looking clean and cute.

"I'll just write this, dedicated to Dazai Osamu, a loyal fan of his books, and wish you the happiest death."

Liuli's attention was taken away by the lively and cute voice before she finished looking at the entire venue. She turned her head mechanically and saw a boy with black hair and iris-colored eyes smiling at her.

"I'm so happy to finally meet the teacher."

"This morning, I decided to commit suicide by jumping into the river."

"But when I was about to suffocate in the river, I suddenly heard someone passing by say that Teacher Liuli was going to hold a book signing event that afternoon."

"So I immediately got out of the water, changed into clean clothes and went to the book signing event."

"Teacher Liuli, are you touched?"

Teacher Liuli didn't dare to move, and she also wanted to jump into the river and die.

……

What does Mochizuki Liuli mean to you?

For a long time, Gojo Satoru hated this question.

The elder of the Gojo family asked in a questioning tone, Geto Suguru asked in a puzzled tone, and Ieiri Shoko and An Utahime asked in a curious tone.

But Gojo Satoru never answered.

Because it is not necessary.

She is dead, is there any need to answer this question?

If she tells it out, will she be able to return from the underworld and be with him again?

But occasionally, occasionally...

In the rare summer light and shadow, Gojo Satoru sat in the quiet corridor of the old house, watching the sunlight wandering in the courtyard and the lavender butterflies flying up and down on the moss in the yard.

He would ask himself:

What does Wangyue Liuli mean to me?

Is it an indispensable existence?

Things like cursed power, the six eyes, and the limitless nature are part of Gojo Satoru's existence.

Not really.

It is not as filthy as curse power, which is entirely stimulated by negative emotions; it is not as clear as the six eyes, which can easily see everything, nor is it as clean as the bottomless, which can withstand all worldly dust.

It doesn't even seem to be a part of Gojo Satoru.

At least, Gojo Satoru didn't think so when she was alive.

But after she died, it seemed as if her death did take away something.

From Gojo Satoru's limbs, or perhaps from her soul, like peeling off threads from an onion, something indescribable was taken away by her death.

So, what does Mochizuki Ruri mean to Gojo Satoru?

Are you lovers?

He bought her dresses, lipsticks, and jewel hairpins; he shared Kikufuku, fruit hard candies, and cream cakes with her; he once said that he would take her to the amusement park and the beach in the future; and he wiped away her tears countless times.

He even wanted to buy Mount Fuji* for her.

Is this kind of relationship between lovers?

It doesn't seem complete.

Because Mochizuki Ruri doesn't like skirts, lipstick, jewel hairpins, Kikufuku, fruit hard candies, and cream cakes.

She didn't even like Gojo Satoru that much.

What does she like?

Gojo Satoru didn't know.

Why is she crying?

Gojo Satoru doesn't know either.

In that case, they can't be considered lovers, right?

They don't know each other well, one approaches cautiously, while the other accepts everything because it is new and novel.

At the beginning, this was the only relationship between them.

When did it start to change?

It was the melancholy and loneliness that appeared on her face at the moment the fireworks rose.

It was the moment of loss and expectation she felt when she looked at Mount Fuji in the distance.

It was a summer day, she was sitting on the corridor reciting poetry, and turned around with that bored look in her eyes.

Countless stunning scenes from the past came like a wave, and Gojo Satoru stood in the crowd, as if he was back in that summer.

As the girl drew out her voice, a lavender butterfly rose and fell, landed in his palm for a moment, and flew away the next second.

"It's like a butterfly that landed on your palm and you don't know how to keep it."

Gojo Satoru murmured, "It's a beautiful dream on a midsummer night that I don't want to wake up from."

He pushed through the crowd and chased after the familiar yet unfamiliar pale silhouette in front of him, like a person who had just woken up and was chasing a dream that he had not yet forgotten.