Spell Corrosion

Inside the Gojo house, three people in the room stood in front of the dining table, Nakahara Nakaya and Fuheihui stood on the same side, and Gojo Satoru with an innocent face stood on the opposite side, and on the table between them were a few plates with strange appearances. meals.

No, maybe it would be more realistic to call this thing poison?

Concentrating on studying what the original appearance of these meals should be, Nakahara Zhong didn't notice the subtle expression of Fu Heihui beside him at all.

"You call this knowing how to cook?" Zhong Yuanzhong also pointed to a table of murderous dishes.

Gojo Satoru tentatively said, "The appearance is not very good, but maybe the taste is not bad?"

The pale blue eyes were full of innocence. Gojo Satoru hadn't taken off the pink apron yet. The man made his comments cautiously. When he blinked, his pale curly eyelashes trembled. His face, as well as the deliberate expression of disappointment, really made it unbearable to put the poisonous food in front of him directly on his face.

Fu Heihui's expression became more subtle, his lips were pursed together, his eyes turned from Gojo Wu's face to the table of dishes, his brows were furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were pressed down, looking like he had a stomachache.

"Then let's go out to eat..." Gojo Satoru lowered his head, and because there was a dining table away, Nakahara could only see his drooping bangs and his tense jawline.

In fact, it doesn't have to be like this...

"How many ingredients did you buy, do you have any left?" Nakahara Nakaya sighed, walked to the refrigerator and opened the cabinet door, glanced at it and said, "There are only these, roast beef, meat pie and bonito Is soup okay? I’ll mix a shredded chicken and avocado salad with some lemon juice. If the lemon juice is too sour for you, there’s also sweet orange juice.”

Gojo Satoru, who was still dejected just now, immediately straightened up and said expectantly, "Chuya, do you want to cook?"

And before Fu Heihui opened his mouth to make a sound, he quickly leaned over and covered the opponent's mouth.

"..."

The corners of Fu Heihui's eyes twitched, and he thought about the sunglasses that Zhongya Zhongya took back to his bedroom and hid, but finally he didn't speak.

"If I don't do it, are you still planning to eat that table of coke?" Zhongyuan Zhong also glared at him to float all the ingredients with his supernatural power, "Pour those out, and then wash the dishes .”

Before Chuya turned around, he had already let go of Fuhei and stood up again. Gojo Satoru, with a plate in each hand, beckoned Fuhei to clean up the waste on the table, and was thrown out of the kitchen by Nakahara Nakaya when he proposed to fight.

"Don't get in the way here."

Gojo Satoru, who was kicked out of the kitchen, was not depressed at all, on the contrary, the sense of joy all over his body was insignificant no matter how he looked at it.

"You obviously know how to cook, did you do it on purpose?"

Fu Heihui opened the chair and sat down. The sweet orange juice had been taken out of the refrigerator. He watched his guardian and teacher pour himself a glass of juice happily, and looked at Nakahara Chuya who was busy in the kitchen with his chin propped up.

"Because I want to try the rice cooked by Chuya." Gojo Gojo held the juice but didn't drink it. "But if I say I want to eat, Chuya will probably refuse because it's troublesome. If you use Kei as an excuse ..."

Gojo Satoru took a sip of the juice, and added the second half of the sentence without much emotion, "I don't want him because someone else cooks for me."

Fu Heihui's hand pouring the drink stopped in the air, and looked at Wujo Wu in surprise, as if meeting him for the first time, "Are you Wujo Wu?"

"That's weird?"

Fu Heihui thought for a while and said, "This is not a strange question, aren't you really cursed by something?"

"How is it possible, I'm Gojo Satoru, Hui, what are you doubting?"

At this time, Zhongyuan Zhong also moved from the sink to the cooking table, and he could no longer see the other party's figure from Gojo Satoru's angle, so in the middle of the conversation, Fu Heihui finally waited for his guardian to look back.

After confirming that Gojo Satoru was not lying, Fu Heihui continued the previous action and poured himself a glass of sweet orange juice.

Well, the brand with the highest sugar content, Gojo Satoru taste.

It's really hard to believe that anyone can bear to drink the same drink as Gojo Satoru.

Fu Heihui put down the glass, went to the refrigerator to get out the lemon juice.

The dinner was very enjoyable. Although limited by the ingredients, there were not many styles, but Chuya's craftsmanship made up for this deficiency. Fu Heihui even felt that if the other party opened a restaurant, it would definitely be a big hit.

Zhong Yuanzhong is not a difficult person to get along with. Although Fu Hei's personality is not cheerful, the conversations during the period did not make people feel awkward or uncomfortable.

It's just that the information that the other party sometimes inadvertently reveals in words is shocking.

Although he was abandoned by his parents since he was a child, but because of his older sister, even the classmates who wanted to bully him at school couldn't beat him. Although Fu Heihui's childhood was not very happy, his life trajectory was barely within the normal range.

But the Central Plains is different.

Because considering that they may get along frequently in the future, Zhong Ye did not deliberately avoid some sensitive topics in the small talk, so the sense of dislocation was naturally captured by Fu Heihui, and he realized that the other party might not be with him. A person who is in a world by himself.

It felt like he had occasionally before.

Fu Heihui glanced at Gojo Satoru from the corner of his eye during the conversation.

Kind of like someone.

After the dinner was over, Fu Hei helped to clean up the dining table, and Zhong Yuanzhong also took a bath and planned to go back to the room to play games, but he didn't expect that when the door was opened, there was a person who should not be here sitting on the desk.

"So, Hui sleeps in my room tonight, and Chuya, let's squeeze together."

The whole dinner was normal before, no hands, feet or nonsense, but just after the dinner, Gojo Satoru ran over with his pillow in his arms, vowing that the empty room had a leaky water pipe and couldn't sleep. Talking to himself, he divided half of Nakahara Chuya's bed to himself.

Nakahara Nakaya, who had just finished the bath, still had a thin red face from the hot water, half-dried ocher hair, and was wearing pajamas of the same style as Wujo Wu, and said expressionlessly, "You can sleep on the floor. "

"All the quilts have been sent to be cleaned, and there is no extra to make the floor."

So this was premeditated?

"Then you go to sleep on the sofa."

"I will suffer from insomnia."

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a deep breath, and told himself at least not to beat up Fu Heihui's guardian when he was at home, "You can go to a hotel for a night."

After saying this sentence, he didn't intend to talk to Gojo Satoru who had endless excuses, Nakahara Nakahara opened the door and made a gesture of invitation, indicating where he came from and where to go back, choose a sofa or a hotel.

Gojo Satoru didn't leave and didn't continue to mess around. On the contrary, he thought he would either be shameless or go out. Zhongyuan Zhong, who couldn't have a third option, also encountered a third development.

The pillow was placed on the desk, and now the gift bag buried under the pillow was exposed. Zhongyuan Zhong also felt nervous at first, thinking that the gift he had hidden had been found by the other party, but he immediately realized that it was not his own. that bag.

It's just that the sunglasses he bought are of a brother brand, so the design of the gift bag they gave is similar in design. If you look closely, you will find that there are still many differences between the two.

Gojo Satoru also put the gift bag on the table, and seemed to have no intention of handing over the things to him now, "Chuya, shall we chat?"

Zhong Yuan was also silent for a while, then closed the door, leaned on the door with his arms around him, and raised his chin at Gojo Gojo, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Although I kept rejecting me during the chat, I actually didn't hate my questions." Wujo Wu pinched his heart, "Souls don't lie, remember not to talk to me next time after you tell a lie. I'm attuned, and I'll know."

"...What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhong Yuanzhong didn't look guilty, nor was he embarrassed to be exposed, "I don't hate you and I reject you are two different things."

Gojo Satoru tilted his head, looking confused, "Why is that angry?"

It's true not to hate, but it's also true to be angry. For the first time, Mr. Wujo, who has never been in love at all, felt that there were still such difficult subjects for him.

"Shouldn't I be angry? You don't like me, why are you chasing me?" Nakahara Chuya subconsciously tightened his embraced hands, and his fingertips rubbed the pajamas a little wrinkled.

If Gojo Satoru didn't seem to be joking, but was really troubled by this matter, he wouldn't want to talk to him about this issue.

Those words and the meaning in that look, too many demands poured down without warning, as if trying to trap him layer by layer in a curse named Gojo Satoru.

It was breathless.

It's natural to be upset, right?

"That's it!" Gojo Gojo tapped the table with his fingers, "Why does Chuu feel that I don't like you?"

"Huh? Does it even need to be said?" Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke, and sneered, "Do you call possessiveness liking?"

"Is that so?" Gojo Satoru didn't refute the matter of possessiveness, but he didn't change his mind either, "I also think, what is liking, or love?"

"Does that even matter? Of course—"

Then the Central Plains got stuck.

Gojo Satoru waited quietly for him to finish the sentence, neither urging nor teasing his pause, but until half a minute passed, Nakahara also blinked blankly.

What is it?

trust?loyalty?Persevere?

But these seem to be unable to refute Gojo Satoru.

"So Chuya doesn't know the answer, so how on earth did you conclude that I don't like you?" Gojo Satoru walked from the desk to the door, put his hands in his pockets and didn't move, just bent slightly. He faced Zhongya Nakahara. Eyes, "Chuya, I can be tainted by filth and madness for you and go crazy, and I can always stand by your side regardless of the reason or position. Even if I die, I may become the most twisted curse and stay by your side forever. Under these conditions, I want to get everything from you equally. Can they do more than me for the love you mentioned?"

Suspicion and betrayal.

These two things that run through the relationship have not completely disappeared from ancient times to the present, but Gojo Satoru is confident that these things will not happen to them.

"Hey, Chuya, so what standard are you using to deny me?"

The words were soft, but all escape routes were blocked.

But this is not right.

Even if he couldn't say it, Zhong Yuanzhong felt that Gojo Satoru was just sophistry.

But in his previous life, he learned to be frank, loyal, and able to appreciate the respect and love for Sister Hongye, but no one taught him this.

Gang Hei is not a man without a family, he even attended the wedding of his subordinates.

totally different.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt that he had a little understanding of the temperature of love that is as comfortable as the warm winter sun, but at this time, he was exposed to the scorching sun until his mouth was dry.

The former is comforting, the latter suffocates him.

"If Zhong can't say it, why don't we try it?" Gojo Satoru waited for a while, and after confirming that Zhong didn't intend to deny his statement, the suppressed aggressiveness emerged again.

"You human beings are really complicated." In the end, Zhong Yuanzhong said with a hoarse voice and a dry voice, "Before I figure it out completely, my answer is still rejection, so you don't mind?"

Gojo Satoru laughed, raised his hand to cover the soft hair that was not completely dry, and rubbed it affectionately, "It's a mistake, it's us humans."

"It's okay, I teach students professionally."