Master Gojo wants me to confess

Monday, 7:35 am.

Today is the day when I officially enter the Conjuration High School, but my current state is not very good.

Raising my wrist, I stared at the bruises all over my arm, a little irritable.

I do have a "heaven and curse" physique, with excellent flexibility, endurance and resilience, but there is also a very unscientific skin characteristic, that is, it is very easy to leave marks, maybe because the skin is transparent, in short , After a close fight with someone, bruises will appear the next day.However, after I learned the gymnastics, this situation never happened again until yesterday.

In front of the mirror, my whole body was covered in bruises, and the scene could almost be described as indescribable.

"White hair is troublesome, please stay away if you see it."

The above is a new working principle that I will add from now on.

......

Tokyo Conjuration High School.

"Welcome to join, Classmate Asuka."

Wearing sunglasses in front of him, the speaker with a fierce face is my head teacher, Noctua Righteous Way.

There are four grades in the college, and there are only three students in each grade, so there are very few teachers.In addition to being the head teacher of the first and second grades, Teacher Ye Moth also serves as the third grade teacher, which is a hard job.

"Teacher Noctua, please take care of me."

Then, on the way to the first grade classroom with Teacher Noctua, I ran into a white-haired man wearing a 20 shirt, Gojo Satoru.

Damn it, I thought blankly, I don't know if it's too late to apply for a transfer now?

It seemed that it was too late, because in the next second, Gojo Satoru, who was talking with the people around him, suddenly turned his gaze to me, like an eagle seeing its prey, his ice blue eyes became more dazzling.

I was very unsteady and attracted by those eyes again.

"Meet you again, you are indeed following me, classmate Asuka?"

Looking at the smug smile on this fellow's face, I chose to remain silent. To deal with trouble and perversion, silence is the best rejection.

"Wu, do you know each other?" Teacher Ye Mo's eyes wandered between us.

"of course."

"do not know."

The voices of both of us sounded at the same time, Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, and there was a trace of teasing in the ice blue eyes under the sunglasses, "By the way, Teacher Ye Moth, I remember that our college is not allowed to work part-time, right? "

"..."

I had no choice but to raise my eyes, and gave Gojo Satoru a professional smirk that is necessary for a part-time job, "I remembered, I saw it at the dessert shop yesterday."

The atmosphere between us is definitely not harmonious, but Ye Mo teacher didn't ask any more questions, just pointing to Wutiao Wu, a black-haired man with half-twisted hair introduced: "This is Xia Youjie, just like Wu, a second-year college student student."

"Senior Xia You, this is the first time we meet, please take care of me."

I smiled and put him in the list of not being close friends. Why, of course, is because he seems to have a good relationship with Gojo Satoru.

A troublesome friend is also trouble.

"Hey, did you forget to say hello to my senior?" Gojo Satoru was slightly dissatisfied.

"Senior Wutiao." I yelled quickly, and my tone was probably no different from buying a piece of bread at a convenience store.

"Huh?! You really make me angry!" Gojo Satoru lowered his face and reached out to lift me up.

Of course I will not do what he wants, you come and go, he grabs the wrist, and the sleeves that are too wide naturally slip off.

Under the dazzling morning light, the exposed forearm was dazzlingly white, and the mottled bruises on it were even more erotic.

Except for me, the other three were silent as if the pause button had been pressed.

If there is a third-party perspective to show the current scene, it will probably be as follows:

Fair and slender young man, with pure black and soft broken hair, dark eyes that faintly lose their highlight, and the wrist grabbed by a tall man is covered with bruises. This is a high-frequency scene that often appears in BL comics, the forced love series.

However, as one of the background characters of the boy manga, my follow-up development will certainly not be so bizarre and tortuous.

Night Moth Zhengdao frowned and asked: "What's going on, as far as I know, you are "Heaven and Curse"?"

I withdrew my hand from Gojo Satoru, and explained in a flat tone: "I am indeed 'Heaven and Curse', but the skin is easy to leave marks, and I have not been harmed. Please rest assured."

It's not a secret, but I won't say that Gojo Satoru is the one who started it, I don't want to get involved with such an expensive guy.

But obviously, Gojo Satoru didn't think so.

He pointed at the bruise on my hand and said, "Mr. Ye Moth, let me show my new classmates to visit the school as compensation. After all, I caused it."

Me, Night Moth, Xia Youjie: "..."

Teacher Yemo seems to have no choice but to take Gojo Satoru, so I am now wandering around the college with the second-year duo with no expression on my face.

The man named Xia Youjie has a much more reliable personality than Gojo Satoru. He was the one who introduced me to the situation in every place along the way. He walked ahead like a young master.

"Brother Asuka, why do you fight against Wu?" Xia Youjie smiled and pointed to Wujo Wu in front, and asked in a low voice.

Taking a look at Wu Zhangyang's silvery white hair, I moved closer to Xia Youjie, and said in a low voice, "It's my fault, I snatched the last strawberry-flavored air cheese from senior."

After listening to me, Xia Youjie's expression turned subtle, and he believed it.

It seems that Gojo Satoru is synonymous with trouble and willfulness in many people's minds.

"arrive."

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped, turned around and said to me provocatively, I pretended not to see the training ground ahead.

"Don't pretend to be dead, let's fight again, pure body art." Gojo Satoru approached me, already close to the size of an adult man, very oppressive, "You won, and the matter of the shirt is canceled."

"Losing?" I asked.

"Anytime, anywhere, on call."

Heh, what is this man talking about in his sleep?

......

Looking at the arm hooking my shoulder, I must be looking very bad now.

Yes, I lost, to Gojo Satoru.

I don't want to describe too much about the physical fighting process, because that's not the point. The point is that this guy is obviously very strong, but he still uses auxiliary equipment in the fight. The one I tore off looks extremely simple The thin silver chain is surprisingly valuable.

In a situation of extreme shock, I calmed down instead.

"This, do I need compensation?"

I began to calculate in my mind how many trips to Kansai, how many trips to replenish the goods for Brother Yun, and how many curse spirits to remove, in order to barely make up the money.

Otherwise, I'll apply for a pirate job. I heard that the money comes quickly.

"Relax, Brother Asuka." Gojo Satoru hooked my shoulder and dragged his voice, "After the bet is over, it will be cancelled."

"make a deal."

I smiled at him professionally like a customer.

"Tsk, don't smile at me like that." Wujo Wu's eyes narrowed, "I don't like such fake expressions."

"Okay, Senior Wutiao."

I put away my smile, troublesome white fur fox.

"Don't scold me in your heart."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, his ice blue eyes were close at hand.

I:"......"

Looking at the endless brilliant blue sky at this time, I thought that I was probably haunted by the ultimate curse called Gojo Satoru.