Spell Corrosion

I want to see what else you can do.

Gojo Satoru read this sentence from the expression on Nakahara Nakaya's face.

Probably Nakahara Chuya didn't realize it himself. Compared with the emotional fluctuations when he opened his eyes at the beginning, as time went by, of course, Wujo realized his own "credit" was indispensable. The boy in front of him tended more and more towards him. The first appearance I saw in my memory.Throwing away those repressed sense of responsibility and heavy shackles, I was dragged out of the quagmire bit by bit, began to breathe new air, began to accept new people around me, and maybe one day I could completely integrate into the new world.

Gojo Satoru likes this process of allowing teenagers to gain freedom and youth. This will make him feel that the magic world is not hopeless, as long as the above gang of rotten dross that should be put in the coffin are dealt with, the magic world can be completely new.

Although Chuya is indeed the one with a relatively special experience, the effect is still good so far.

"Come with me somewhere in the day after tomorrow."

the day after tomorrow?

Today is July 7th, the day after tomorrow will be... Tanabata?

But Qixi Festival is not for girls or children at home...

Well, in Wujo Wu's eyes, he is that child.

Zhong also nodded indifferently and agreed to Gojo Satoru's request, probably to take him to pray or put lanterns and hang colored paper.

"Then you go to line up."

Looking at Zhong Ye's expression, he knew that the other party probably misunderstood something, but Gojo Goto's bad intentions had no intention of reminding him now. On the contrary, the young master who always ordered others to do this and that directly fast forwarded to what he asked for dissatisfied.

"Chuya, do you mean to let me go to the queue by myself?" Gojo Gojo compared the length of the queue, "You want me to stand under the scorching sun for an hour, and then go to blow on the air conditioner and drink cold drinks by myself?"

"I have other things to do, I'll be back in a while."

"Isn't your serious business today accompanying me?"

Wujo Satoru felt as if he had been deceived, and his face immediately collapsed.

"When I go home with you, I have to give you the other one to adopt..." Zhong also said that his voice gradually faded, a little unsure whether he should be called elder brother or younger brother, and Gojo Satoru was directly referring to him as a little ghost at that time, even the name was different. Did not tell him.

"Hui, Fu Heihui." Gojo Satoru suddenly said, "You want to buy him a meeting gift? There's no need to worry at all." When the man grabbed his arm, Chuya's center of gravity was tilted, and his shoulder hit Wujo's chest and abdomen directly. On, "Hui doesn't live with me at all, that unlovable guy, what did the teacher tell him that the growth environment is very important to me, if he becomes like me, then his sister will definitely drive him out of the house when he wakes up, After leaving such a sentence, I packed up my things and ran to live on campus. But I told him about you, and Hui will come back this weekend."

However, although……

Zhong Yuanzhong has never disliked his overly keen hearing so much.

Although the girls on one side didn't speak loudly, they were all like "I hugged you, let me just say it" "So now handsome guys like to grow up by themselves?" "Eh? It's not easy for me to have a crush." , that white-haired one is so tall", "They are brothers at this age, they can't be lovers" and a series of gossip.

It was embarrassing to hear it, and I wanted to get out of Gojo Satoru's arms quickly, and it was too violent because the people around me were too violent to resist.As a result, Nakahara, who had a double disadvantage in height and body shape, also tried hard for half a minute to no avail, and was led by Gojo Satoru to the back of the takeout line. The hand clasping his shoulder was almost motionless the whole time.

In the past, he found Osamu Dazai very annoying, whether it was playing games to cheat him into being a dog, or running into the water when he was on a mission.But now, Naka also found that at least Osamu Dazai was better than Gojo Satoru in one point, that is, that bastard mackerel Dazai couldn't beat him.

When Osamu Dazai was acting as a demon, at least he could send that black mud spirit into the ICU, but facing Gojo Satoru...

In the Central Plains, there are only two choices.

Pretending not to hear the whispers around them, and pretending not to notice that the team next door was secretly aiming at the two of them.

Or now he started fighting with Gojo Satoru, and then he was suppressed, and then he used the man Gojo's coquettish operation to make another wall, and finally helped the girls around him to rule out all the normal guesses such as brothers, fathers, sons and relatives, and was completely classified as a lover.

Damn, I suddenly feel like I can't swallow this breath!

“Thank you for coming! Welcome to come again next time!”

Just as Nakahara Nakahara rejected the couple coupon recommended by the clerk, Gojo Satoru smiled and stretched out his hand to take the beautifully printed pink coupon. In the subtle eyes of the clerk, he chased after the boy who had already pushed the door and walked out. left.

Leaving behind the clerk's see-off and the wind chimes at the store door, Nakahara Nakaya waited at the intersection more than ten meters away from the dessert shop with his bag in hand. When Wujo realized it, he found it in the bustling crowd at first sight. he.

It was unrealistic not to be the first to notice him.

Nakahara Nakaya put his hands in his pockets, and stood a little loose. The cropped trousers showed a beautiful hip line, and the hem of the white shirt came out a little because he struggled in Gojo Satoru's arms before, and because of the tightness of the pants. The low-rise fit reveals just a little bit of your waist.The young man's focus was completely on his right leg. After leaving Gojo Satoru's side, his lowered eyes fell in vain not far away. His face no longer had the vivid look that he had just made public. He should be the most free-spirited age. But indifferently separated from the world in front of him by a wall of frosted glass, he only watched quietly from a place not far or near.

But obviously, the 22-year-old Hong Kong and black cadres in my memory, the gravity user who always follows Dazai Osamu will also use this expression to overlook the entire Yokohama from the chief's room, but I don't know whether the fireworks with the cigarette between his fingertips will be diluted Is there still too much emotion buried deep in the cobalt blue eyes? In short, Gojo Satoru feels that at that time, Naka was still integrated into the world of mortals, instead of being out of place as he is now.

"Decided!"

"What's going on all of a sudden?!" Staggered by the force behind him, Nakahara raised his head and glared at the instigator. After turning his head to meet the eyes of Gojo Satoru, the demeanor of the young man who was just out of character It suddenly softened.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru, who was immersed in his lofty ambitions, didn't seem to notice this slight change.

"I will make Chuya fall in love with Tokyo!"

It must be because Chuya loves Yokohama deeply.

Gojo Satoru thought he had pinpointed the problem, and made a strong promise.

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Your brain circuits are all carved out of the same mold, can't it be understood?

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