Undead meow of a certain college

Hearing what Zenyuan Shiya said, Gojo Satoru was not angry.

What the Chanyuan even said was the truth, it was not he who begged him, but he took the initiative to bring people to Gaozhuan.

He also didn't want to confine the monastery to freedom, since he wanted to leave, of course he could.

But the premise is...

Gojo Satoru let go of his hand, and just about to speak, he saw that Zen Yuanshi seemed to have been pressed the pause button, the expression on his face suddenly stagnated, only the pair of red eyes enlarged a little.

He didn't know what Zenyuan Shi was thinking, he only saw his cat maintaining this expression and silently backing away.

In the past, too many people who met him were too scared to move, or were so scared that they turned around and ran away on the spot. He has long been used to such scenes.

No, it shouldn't be called a habit, but it should be said: Because it is him, all of that is taken for granted!

However, he had never seen a reaction like Zenyuan Shiya's.

It's like fear, but it's different from other people's fear.

The eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed again, curved in a pleasant arc.

Like a cat meeting a new toy, Gojo Satoru teleported to Shiya Zenyuan.

Because of the height gap, he leaned down, trying to observe the boy's expression more closely.

But his cat supported the table and slowly leaned back, keeping a short distance from him all the time, refusing his approach.

At this moment, Wujo Satoru suddenly thought: Mao Mao's body is quite flexible.

That expression is really funny too.

There was nothing to hide his joy, he raised the corner of his mouth, put his right hand on the table next to Zenyuan Shiya's side, and approached again.

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Feeling the aura belonging to Wujo Wu that was getting closer and closer, Zenyuan Shiye's mind went blank, and he continued to lean back subconsciously.

The palms were sweating a little, and the friction between them and the table became smaller.

He tried to grab the edge of the table to stabilize himself, but unexpectedly his hands slipped and he completely lost his balance.

In a panic, he instinctively grabbed in the air, just in time to grab Gojo Satoru's... shirt collar.

What the fingertips touched was the cloth that was still warm.

The Chanyuan couldn't help but think: If Gojo Satoru gets closer, my hand will touch his skin, right?

Must be warmer than a shirt.

Suddenly, he froze.

Why did I suddenly think of this?What he was clearly thinking just now was...

His eyes touched the corner of Gojo Satoru's mouth, and he finally realized that Gojo Satoru was in a good mood.

—he was laughing again.

—Is he laughing at me?

——No, what do I have for the strongest eyes?

——Don't be sentimental, I am not qualified to affect the strongest emotions.

This position was too awkward, he doubted that if he pulled it any further, he would tear Gojo Satoru's shirt.

The desire to get out of the predicament was too strong, and he let go.

But as soon as he let go, he realized one thing - he just stabilized himself with the hand holding the Wutiao Wuling's mouth.

Now that he let go of his hand, his body lost his balance again.

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Gojo Satoru almost laughed out loud when he saw the choice that Zenyuan Shiya made after calm thinking.

This flustered, clumsy look is kind of cute.

Instead of ignoring it like before, he stretched out his hand to support Zen Yuan Shiya's back.

And Zenyuan Shiya... once again grabbed his neckline.

For a while, the two stared at each other.

Gojo Satoru felt that he saw anger from embarrassment in Shiya's eyes.

Seeing that Mao Mao was about to explode, he remembered what he wanted to say just now but hadn't had time to say it.

Gently stroking Zenyuan Shiya's back to express comfort, he said slowly: "If you can prove that you can still live well after leaving here, then I will let you go."

But Zenyuan Shiya's brain crashed because of Gojo Wu's "comforting" behavior.

After a while, he came back to his senses.

In front of him, the sunglasses on Gojo Wu's nose slid down again, and he saw his blue eyes staring at him, as if he was waiting for something.

After thinking about it, he remembered.

Prove that he can survive on his own?

Aside from his ability to grow stronger every time he dies, he doesn't seem to have a single thing to prove.

And this is a secret that he can't tell.

So what should he do?

The blue eyes were still staring at him, and his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to find a perfect answer.

After a few seconds, remembering his original purpose, he stopped this stupid behavior.

Although it would be a good choice to leave directly, anyway, he can't take the shortcut of Wujo Wu for the time being, and he can go to other places to gradually become stronger.

But that's not what he's aiming for right now.

Anyway, as long as he is annoying, he doesn't care what the outcome of this problem is.

There is no need to answer seriously, and there is no need to look for the perfect answer in order to leave successfully.

He can be unreasonable and unreasonable.

Thinking of this, he calmed down.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard a harsh voice.

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

He forgot that he was still grabbing Gojo Satoru by the collar.

What he imagined before has come true.

The button of the shirt fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His gaze moved down slightly, and he saw Gojo Satoru's collarbone.

At this moment, Wujo Wu's voice sounded faintly: "Pay."