Undead meow of a certain college

When he was young, Shi even saw Wutiaowu in the Buddhist monastery.At that time, he was being doted on by his mother, and he didn't know the dangers of the world, and he still had a bad habit of rubbish-talking.

In the few minutes he spent with Gojo Satoru, he almost didn't even give Gojo Satoru a chance to speak.

Later, Gojo Goto was impatient to listen to the adults' high-spirited talk, and left the meeting with a cold face and no scruples, and his impression of Gojo Goto remained on that day.

Someone who is cold and quiet, but... who will seriously respond to him when he says such ridiculous things.

But now, who is this person who holds food in his hand, tilts his head, and greets him with a smile?

The red eyes were full of question marks.

Tilting his head for a long time, maybe because this posture is not good for the cervical spine, or maybe because the buttered potato in his hand is going to be cold, anyway Gojo Satoru straightened his head, and then squatted down in front of Shiya's bed in the Chanyuan.

Across the small corner that was even uncovered in the Zen courtyard, the two looked at each other.

"Do you want to eat this?" Gojo Satoru moved forward the buttered potato in his hand, while explaining to himself, "Gratia said it would be better to give you porridge, but if you want to eat this, you can also eat this."

The food was right in front of my eyes, and the aroma was blowing over my face, even the Chanyuan could not resist the urge to swallow my saliva.

He wants to eat, but can't.

The moment Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, he remembered his plan.

Gojo Satoru had already seen his most embarrassing side, although he knew that the strongest would not care about an ant like him, but what if... what if he was sympathized because of it.

The goal of the first stage: to make Gojo Satoru hate him.

So disgusting that after he constructed an ideal environment, Gojo Satoru could kill him without hesitation.

It doesn't take a lot of clever tricks, the reason why he hates that crap is stupid.

When Gojo Satoru's hand approached him again, he suddenly lifted the quilt.The cold came suddenly, but he didn't shrink back into the quilt like before.

Stretching out his hand to grab the food that Gojo Satoru handed over, he threw it out with an angry face, yelling, "Get lost! I don't want this kind of handout!"

——Not afraid of wasting food, Gojo Satoru is the strongest, he will catch it.

Sure enough, just as he expected, Gojo Satoru easily caught the buttered potato he threw out.The sunglasses on the bridge of the nose cannot be removed, and the blue eyes are still staring at him.

The Chanyuan didn't understand Wujo Wu's eyes at all.

But thinking about it, his behavior is just a small snowflake in winter to the strongest, and it is not worth reacting to it.

He was still glaring at Gojo Satoru, and glanced at the bedside table from the corner of his eye.

——There seems to be a fruit knife next to the porridge-like food.

A new plan took shape in an instant.

"Go away! Stay away from me!"

He still wanted to say something like "disgusting person", but when he looked at the person in front of him, he couldn't help but change his words.

"I hate you! Get out!"

With that said, he jumped out of bed and grabbed the fruit knife on the bedside table.

The handle is made of rubber and feels soft to the touch.

He pointed the tip of the knife at Gojo Satoru, and shouted loudly again: "Get out of here! Get out!"

It was impossible for Wujo Wu to be hit by him. He was confident and bold, and stabbed the fruit knife at Wujo Wu.

But... everything in front of him once again refreshed Wujo Wu's image in Shiya's mind in the Zen garden.

Gojo Satoru didn't dodge, nor did he use magic power to flick the fruit knife away, he just watched the silver fruit knife sink into Gojo Satoru's shoulder.

He froze, his red eyes opened wide.

He was so shocked that he didn't notice the anomaly in the first place, and he couldn't see the slight curvature of Gojo Satoru's mouth.

Is this really Gojo Satoru?Is he still dreaming?