Spell Corrosion

"Chuya, haven't you changed yet?"

Gojo Satoru was waiting outside Chuya's room, even though the sofa was not far away, he was still leaning against the door, waiting for the people inside to come out.

Coming out of the principal's office, Gojo Satoru brought Nakaya back home, nominally to teach him the precautions of Liyuan Women's College.But in fact, as soon as he entered the house, Gojo Satoru took out a pocket from the top of the cabinet on the shoe rack, which contained nothing but the uniform of Rien Women's Academy.

"...Are you already ready?"

Nakahara also glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He was so well prepared that he dared to say that Gojo Gojo's uniform was definitely just the size he could wear.

"Of course not. I asked Yizhi to help prepare this before going to Chuya." Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and simply withheld all the blame to the auxiliary supervisor who was not on the scene. "The daily necessities to be brought over are also the same."

"Heh, do you think I'm stupid?" Nakahara Nakaya took the pocket from Wujo Wu's hand, too lazy to listen to his nonsense. Wujo Wujo had already greeted Liyuan Women's College. Report in the past before the point.

Before entering the room, Nakahara Nakahara held the doorknob and looked sideways at Gojo Satoru who was following him step by step, and lowered his voice threateningly, "Don't come in."

Gojo Satoru took the initiative to take a step back and spread his hands, indicating that he was waiting here, and Nakahara Nakaya, who was carrying his pocket, entered the room.

Then the door didn't open again until 10 minutes later.

If Gojo Satoru hadn't heard the sound of the window opening, he would have thought that Chuya jumped out of the window and escaped.

After waiting and waiting, Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back, knocked on the door, and asked why the people inside didn't come out.

"Are you urging your life?"

The closed door was violently pushed open, if Gojo Satoru hadn't flashed so fast and hit it with such force, he would have had to use a reversal technique to save his tall nose bridge.

Gojo Satoru looked at Chuya Nakahara standing at the door, and the ridicule that he thought of at first was squeezed out by the thoughts that came up now.

"If you dare to laugh, I will kill you."

The cobalt blue eyes swept over, and the warning inside made the five snow-like eyelashes tremble, and then those blue eyes were bent, and there was a soft smile of melting ice and snow in the eyes of the color of winter frost .

The teasing was forgotten, and Gojo Satoru looked at Nakahara Nakaya standing in front of him and said softly, "It's very beautiful, I didn't expect it to be so suitable for Nakaya."

Due to the nature of the school, the uniform attire of Liyuan Women's College is the style of nun's attire.The blue and white waist-tight dress is divided into upper and lower colors from the position of the collarbone, and the white high collar from the collarbone up to the neck, just covering the small Adam's apple.The neckline was close to the skin, and the black collar hidden inside was faintly visible with the tremor of the vocal cords when Zhongyuan Zhongye spoke.From the collarbone down, the dark blue long skirt hangs down softly, and converges thrillingly from the waist, outlining a thin waistline. Raised ankles.

Obviously it should be a nun's costume of abstinence, but it turns out that it is more sexy than normal clothes on Zhongyuan Zhongye.

"Are you mocking me for wearing women's clothes?"

The other party's gaze was too penetrating, Nakahara Chuya hooked his fingertips, and then forcibly suppressed the irritability.

Obviously, the skirt was so conservative that it covered everything that should be covered. It was much better than the miniskirt sailor suit he had imagined, and it didn't even need high socks.But for some reason, Gojo Satoru's eyes gave him a sense of shame and coldness as if he was thrown naked into the ice and snow.

uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute, too."

However, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to hear his question, and turned back to his room to take out a jewelry box. The logo printed on the box, Nakahara Chu, seemed familiar no matter what.

"At first, I thought Chuya threw it away, but I actually kept it properly."

When the lid was opened, the choker lying quietly on the velvet lining inside proved that Nakahara Chuya's memory was correct.

This choker was the one Gojo Satoru gave him that day, with a small aquamarine inlaid in the center, and Gojo Satoru's name engraved on the inside of the choker.

"What are you going to do?" Frowning, Nakahara looked at Gojo Satoru warily, "Even if I didn't throw it away, don't dream, I won't wear it."

"Chuya doesn't want to reveal his secrets as soon as he opens his mouth. Although I like Chuya's voice very much, it doesn't sound like a girl."

Gojo Satoru turned the choker over and let him look inside. It turned out that the place where Gojo Satoru's name was engraved on the back of the aquamarine was now a fine stitch.The original name is gone, and it seems that some kind of thin slice has been stuffed inside, which is a little thicker than the other inner leather of the choker. "That high school detective guy introduced me to a doctor, and I got a good deal from him."

Bending down to brush away Nakahara Nakaya's half-length ochre-hair, when Wu Wuwu's warm fingertips brushed his cheeks, Nakahara Nakaya subconsciously wanted to dodge back, but the other hand grabbed the back of his head.

"Don't move, I'll put it on for you."

Knuckles poked in along the gap between the neckline and the skin of the neck. Gojo Satoru didn't pull down the high collar that obstructed his sight, but chose to find the buckle of the pure black choker that Nakahara Nakaya was wearing around his neck now. The calloused fingertips rubbed against that circle of skin, making the temperature of that small area slightly higher than the surrounding area by two degrees.

Even though the central air conditioner in the home has been doing its utmost to cool down, Zhongyuanzhong still felt the heat surge up inexplicably, and his Adam's apple rolled with an inadvertent swallowing action.

He had an illusion that the few seconds that Gojo Satoru unfastened the buckle with one hand lasted about a century.

Zhong Yuanzhong moved uncomfortably, "You..."

"Hush, it will be ready soon." Gojo Satoru clasped the new choker around his neck, his expression focused as if he was doing something very important, "Okay, Miss Wujo Zhongya."

"Shut up and call me by my name."

The first time he spoke, Zhong Yuanzhong was still a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, the voice changer was not so exaggerated, it just softened his voice a little, rather than turning into a girl's voice, it's more like a very rusty voice. neutral voice.

Also acceptable.

"Okay, then, shall we go?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and estimated the time, "Should I drive?"

"It's called Yiji Zhikai." When Gojo Satoru also walked past him in the Central Plains, he stretched out his hand to wrap around his flexible and strong waist from behind, and caught the unsuspecting person into his arms unexpectedly, the red light of gravity flashed For a moment, nothing happened because of the matching wavelength.

"Almost forgot about this."

Gojo Gojo took an elbow hard, his lips were printed on the corner of his mouth, and his face was slightly pale when he raised his head again.

"It's the magic power of three days."