But He Is Really Good-Looking [Curse]

There was once a very popular question: Who would you choose among three million people? I chose my recommendation without even thinking about it. This question is asked as if after the election, you will really get three million or I will vote. Who would have thought that this kind of problem would cause people to travel through time? When I was unconscious, I seemed to hear a voice saying to myself that three million is not possible. You can save it yourself. After gradually recovering my memory, I saw a handsome guy standing in front of me. Look at the white hair, the blue eyes, and the huge long legs. He must be so handsome! Before I could finish my emotion, this handsome guy smiled and spoke softly: "Now that you're awake, it's time to have a good chat. How did you get yourself into this state? My dear fiancée, what do you think?" What—— Although you are good-looking, handsome man, your fiancée is too much! —— Gojo Satoru was born with six eyes and was put on a high bounty. In order to protect him, the Gojo family only allowed him to live within the family. Afraid that he would be bored, I even found a lot of playmates of similar sizes for him to choose. Firstly, for companionship, and secondly, the two of them would develop a relationship from an early age, and it would be natural for them to get married and have children when they grow up. Gojo Satoru looked at the girls selected by these families with a sneer. He felt a look with a completely different meaning suddenly appear behind him, and turned around to look: A little girl about his age, wearing twin ponytails and wearing very cute pink and tender clothes, was staring at him intently. Gojo Satoru did not feel the sense of benefit from others who devoted themselves deeply to the family at a young age, and only saw the surprise in his eyes. Amazed by his own appearance. He raised his eyebrows and was about to decide on the candidate for the attendant when he saw the little girl smiling sweetly at him, taking out a tiger skin cake from her small bag and holding it in her hands. She ran towards him with her little leather shoes and handed it to him: "You are so beautiful. I'll treat you to a cake. Can we be friends?" She took the initiative to approach him first. He didn't expect that the man who looked at the sweet girl would forget about him when he went back to his hometown. It wasn't until Gojo Satoru went to a high school that he met her again. This time, the girl shyly held the phone and asked him: "You are so good-looking. Can you date me?" Gojo Satoru looked at her quietly. After being quiet, he thought that since she took the initiative to walk towards him this time, he would never let her go. He gave it a chance. —— After the matter settled, Gojo Satoru decided to settle old accounts with Shen Yang. He listed Shen Yang's evil deeds one by one: "When you left when I was seven years old, you said you would write to me, but after so many years, you haven't read a single letter, and you have forgotten about me. Don't think that I don't know that when you see me again, you want to date me because I am so good-looking." Gojo Satoru's tone was extremely bad, and his actions were also bad. But he cherished and kissed away the tears from the corners of Shen Yang's eyes with great pity: "Speak for yourself, how to settle this matter, baby." Shen Yang was trembling and speechless. Gojo Satoru looked at her contentedly and smiled with satisfaction: "Then I'll decide." He leaned over Shen Yang's ear and whispered like a lover: "Ten years, ten more times, I will decide the place and method." He laughed again: "You just have to enjoy it, baby." Reading guide: 1. Brain storage. It's essentially just a cookie with a fairy tale ending for everyone. Please don't pay too much attention to logic. 2. 2024 Is almost over and I still can't help but dig in. Please let me beg you. 3. Ooc preview. The text is in first person. The timeline has been messed up and the plot has been changed. You don't have to tell me if you don't like it. Intention: Really?