Master Gojo wants me to confess

Looking at Gojo Satoru who was stubbornly pretending to be asleep on the bed, I calmly opened my mouth.

"Senior Wujo, shouldn't you still be on a business trip in Nara?"

"Let's say you finished the task ahead of time, but the first-year and second-year dormitories are in completely different directions. There is no such thing as being too tired to go to the wrong dormitory, right?"

"Also, your breathing is too obvious."

What answered me was the silence of the room.

1 minute later.

Under my strong gaze, Gojo Satoru slowly opened his eyes, and there was no trace of guilt in his ice-blue cat eyes, "You are finally back, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Senior, how did you get in here?" I was unmoved by Wu Tiaomao's coquettishness.

"Picking the lock is easy for me." Gojo Satoru blinked his cat's eyes, looking quite proud of his skills.

"..."

Are you quite proud?

I frowned, "Didn't you say you were on a business trip for three days?"

"The plan is, but I've compressed it into half a day, and I'm exhausted." Gojo Satoru got off the bed with a mutter, and hugged me into his arms with his fluffy head nestled against my neck. Dally and sniff lightly.

"Senior, may I ask what you are doing?" I shrank my neck a little out of habit, but he grabbed me and buried me even deeper.

"Charging." The low magnetic voice lingered in my ears, "You smell very good here."

"Senior's high-end perfume smells good too." I complimented politely, it's the kind of smell that makes people feel very expensive.

"Perfume? I never use it." Gojo Satoru raised his head and raised his eyebrows at me, "It's you, it smells so fragrant, so be careful of provoking perverts."

I looked at him with admiration, and I was not soft-spoken when talking about myself, Senior Wutiao, your face is also the strongest.

"It's very late, why don't we talk about it tomorrow?" I started trying to chase the cat away.

"It's really late. It's 22:22 now, and it's been more than an hour since the access control time. In other words, I can't go back." Gojo Satoru raised the time on his phone at me with a smile.

"..."

I raised my eyes and stared at him, this guy definitely did it on purpose.

"Well-meaning junior, you should take in the senior who is alone?" Gojo Satoru continued to push forward.

"Can I refuse, senior...?" I sighed helplessly.

"Of course not." Gojo Satoru probably saw my compromise, and the smile in his eyes grew wider.

Looking at the beautiful and bright smiling face of the person in front of me, I am more and more sure that he is indeed No. 1 in the sweet department of the high school of conjuration, and the seniors are completely powerless against him in terms of this temperament.

"Let me tell you first, if you sleep too badly, I will kick you out of bed." Due to the clinginess of this cat, I cautiously made a contract with him for three chapters first.

"I'm notoriously quiet and well-behaved when I'm sleeping." Gojo Gojo moaned authentically.

"I hope so."

Actually, I didn't expect much from him.

...

The beds in the college student dormitory are very standard 1.8x2.0 double bed size.For me personally, it is very generous, but after adding Gojo Satoru, I realized that the space of this bed is so limited.

I closed my eyes calmly, but the presence of people around me interfered with my calmness all the time.

The night in the room blurred each other's figures, but the scorching breath and vague touch created an ambiguous atmosphere inexplicably.

Strange, why is it more nervous this time than the last time the three of them were together?

It was an illusion, and I began to compulsively hypnotize myself.

One sheep, two sheep, three...

Just as I was working hard to count in my head, Gojo Satoru, who claims to be super well-behaved, moved more and more arbitrarily.

"..."

Quiet and well-behaved?

I believe you are a ghost!

Quickly clasping the hand around my waist on the ring, I asked with a half smile: "Senior Wutiao, are you sleepwalking?"

"I don't hold anything to sleep at night, I can't sleep!" Answered me, a certain cat's confident voice.

Are you a middle school girl?

"I won't be able to sleep if you do this." I didn't back down.

"Then...how about you hug me instead?" Gojo Satoru's voice sounded quite aggrieved.

"Senior, that's not the point, is it?" I simply turned around and changed to face him face to face.

"...What are you doing?" Gojo Satoru's voice suddenly became hoarse in the darkness.

"It's very simple, let's fight, whoever wins depends on whoever wins." I drew a middle line casually, "The one who crosses the line first loses."

"Stupid bird, this is what you said, don't play tricks when you lose later." Gojo Gojo paused, and suddenly moved his face a little closer excitedly.

"Of course, a gentleman." I nodded calmly.

"Then let's start!"

...

I stared at Gojo Satoru who couldn't see his expression clearly, trying not to laugh out loud, so as not to hurt his fragile self-esteem.

"Are you fouling?!" Gojo Satoru muttered depressedly.

"Senior, it's just the opposite. It's clear that your six eyes are the most foul. I'm just treating the person in the same way." I smothered my smile and said seriously.

As we all know, this guy's six eyes have powerful detection capabilities, and things like night vision are a piece of cake for him.

After the exchange meeting, I knew very clearly that every time he sparred with me, he would definitely let go. In terms of physical skills and combat experience, he was completely above me.

So, at this moment, why did Gojo Satoru, who was determined to win, lose?

Simple because I cheated.

The way to cheat is also very easy, that is to use the super high performance of his six eyes in turn.

My body shape is not like that of Gojo Wu or Xia Youjie. I have the body shape of an adult man. It is more of a blurred boundary between a teenager and a girl. set up.

And Gojo Satoru is obviously a pure love DK, this is the conclusion I have observed from many sources.

Although he has the capital of a playboy, he has not even successfully sent his first love, so I guess he will react extremely violently to certain things, and even interfere with the display of his own strength.

So the first time he made a shot, I calmly lifted up my t-shirt, exposing my thighs that were too fair and slender for a man, and then dragged him directly across the center line when Gojo Satoru was in a daze.

Winning is often as simple as that.

As for the self-esteem of teenagers, I'm sorry, after I became a migrant worker, this thing is basically Schrödinger's existence.

"According to the agreement, senior, please make sure to stay within the center line, and no crossing the line is allowed." I repeated my request.

"Hey, do you guys have a sense of crisis?!" Gojo Satoru lay beside him irritably and murmured.

"Senior is angry?" I turned my head, trying to see the expression of the man next to me, "Why are you angry? Did I offend Senior?"

I'm a little puzzled. As far as the figure is concerned, it shouldn't be so ugly that people find it offensive, right?

"This kind of thing is very dangerous, do you understand?" Gojo Satoru buried his head in the quilt and said in a muffled voice.

"Because it's Wutiao senior, so it's okay." I expressed my trust in Wutiao very frankly.

In my opinion, cats basically don't have any bad intentions except for loving stickers.

"Tsk, if that's the case, then I will reluctantly leave the second button to you in two years' time."

After listening to my words, Gojo Satoru suddenly said a very jumping sentence, and his voice sounded extremely joyful.

Second button?

I blinked for no reason. Is this a graduation ceremony? It represents the good wishes of the seniors who are about to go offline to the juniors?

"As for other things, wait until you are a little older..."

Gojo Satoru suddenly turned his back to me, his voice dropped inexplicably, and he could only hear it vaguely.

"...Thank you, senior." Although I didn't hear his words clearly, it didn't affect my muddling through.

Gojo Satoru didn't respond, only the beating of his heart could be clearly heard.

nailed it?

I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes securely again.

Until, half-dream and half-awake, there seemed to be a warm feeling that slid from the forehead to the tip of the nose, and disappeared as soon as it touched the water.

Is it a cat?

The me in the dream, not sure, but not annoying, so let it be.

...

The next day, 07:13.

I woke up in a burst of cold fragrance.

Turning his head to the side, less than three centimeters away from me, is Gojo Satoru's beautiful face.

What about the prohibition of crossing the line?

Now the cat has basically completely slept on my side, and I am surrounded by him like a big pillow.

"..."

Staring at the sweet sleeping face of the person in front of me, I thought about how to wake up the cat to be comfortable enough.

Just when I was struggling, Gojo Satoru opened his eyes first, and very naturally gave me a morning post.

"Morning."

"..."

Don't reach out to hit the smiling person, let alone a beautiful cat.

"Senior, good morning."

I sighed, accepting the fact that I would compromise my cat again and again.

"By the way, I have something for you, as a souvenir." Wujo Satoru said, suddenly he took out an exceptionally small silver hand wooden warehouse from nowhere, and handed it to me.

"Senior, is this a spell tool?"

I took it, the wooden warehouse is light and cold, it should be made of special metal, not like a general quality magic tool.

"I met it by chance, and I thought it was very suitable for you, so I bought it." In his words, he had the confidence of a young master of a big family who was not bothered by money.

"..."

I lowered my head and stroked the body of the wooden warehouse. This feeling is at least a first-class magic tool. In other words, it is super expensive.

I broke the glove-shaped spell before, it was just a low-level spell, and it cost nearly 50 to get it.

It is not without reason that God and the curse bind so many poor people.

I reluctantly glanced at the small silver wooden warehouse, and reluctantly handed it back, "Senior, it's too precious."

How can anyone give millions of things as souvenirs?

Gojo Satoru frowned, "You don't want to accept what I gave you?"

This guy looks like if you dare to nod, I'll blow your hair.

I raised my eyes helplessly, and said very sincerely: "It's too expensive, I have no money."

"I won't charge you any money!" Gojo Gojo narrowed his eyes and threatened, "If you don't want it, then it will only belong to the trash can in the end."

"..."

I believe that this is something Wujo Wu can do.

Staring tangledly at the magic tool in my hand, after a stalemate for 3 minutes, I was still defeated.

"I will cherish it well." I gripped the spell tool tightly, "Thank you, senior."

"That's right."

Seeing that I accepted it, Gojo Satoshi nodded at me with satisfaction and smiled.

Looking at the valuable spell in my hand, I thought, I probably don't have the right to be angry with this person anymore.

Who can understand the sorrow of the poor?

The author has something to say: 5t5: Although I have never been in love, I know everything about love

Little Bird: Dead Straight

Although they are on different channels, there is no obstacle to communication at all?

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The second button is given to someone I like. This knowledge point seems to be what I learned from watching Inuyasha.

感谢在2021-01-2220:28:44~2021-01-2321:17:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Ruoruo 6; Shuangjiang 3;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Wuyou; 1 bottle of a handsome guy and good rice ball;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!