Undead meow of a certain college

It wasn't until Gojo Satoru laughed out loud that Zenyuan Shiya came back to his senses.

The weight of the fruit knife was wrong, and he didn't feel the tip of the knife sinking into his body just now, and there was no blood oozing from the position where the fruit knife touched Gojo Satoru's shoulder.

In other words, he didn't stab Gojo Satoru at all!

Based on the above, he came to the conclusion: this knife is fake, and the blade must be shrunk in the handle at this moment.

hateful!He was actually played by this kind of thing!

Trying to act crazy turned into a clown show.

He really wanted to crush the knife in his hand.

As long as the evidence disappears, it can be regarded as nothing happened, right?

It's a pity he doesn't have this ability.

What made him even more unbearable was... Gojo Satoru was actually laughing!Are you laughing at his stupidity?

He wants to make him hate him, but not to make him laugh at him!

And he just did such a thing, how could Gojo Satoru still laugh?Even if he only used a fake knife.

How could the strongest allow ants to act presumptuously in front of him.

However, Gojo Satoru, the strongest, allowed it.

His smile wasn't a joke, it was just a natural want to laugh, like drinking a cup of coffee with lots of sugar cubes so sweet that you can't taste the bitterness.

The boy was still glaring at him, not like the exaggerated anger before, but rather a feeling of anger from embarrassment.

Like... like what?

There seemed to be a flash of inspiration in his mind, but he couldn't catch it.

Then, grab his hand.

The boy seemed to have forgotten to take his hand away.

Wujo Wu smiled slightly, and raised his hand to grab Zenyuan Shiya's hand, together with the "fruit knife".

He put his hand in front of Shiya of the Zen Academy, and asked, "I sent you a questionnaire on the way back, do you like it?"

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

Which eye do you see that I like?

"You let me go!"

He struggled to withdraw his hand, but unfortunately, his strength was so great that even if Gojo Satoru only held it lightly, he couldn't pull it away.

Gojo Wujo said to himself, "If you like it, I'll give it to you. It's not a waste of answering the questionnaire."

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

So how do you know I like it?I can't wait for it to explode immediately!

Angrily, he struggled harder.

But because of the struggle, the distance between him and Gojo Satoru got closer.

The sweet smell came from Gojo Wu, not only the aroma of buttered potatoes, but also what else he had eaten before.

The empty stomach was stimulated, and "grunt" sounded again.

Then, he heard Gojo Satoru's laughter again.

hateful!This person is Wujo Wu, this is the strongest!Why did the strongest laugh at him!

However, when he looked up, he found that there was no smile on Gojo Satoru's face, he was just looking at him seriously, as if the laughter just now was just his illusion.

The hand was loosened.

It was obviously the result he wanted with all his efforts, but when it really happened, he vaguely felt as if a small hole had been opened in his heart.The cold wind that was colder than the indoor temperature blew in through this small opening, instantly freezing his heart.

People often only see what they want to see, but that may not be real, and often it is just the tip of the iceberg.

The smile on Gojo Satoru's face is not because of other reasons, but because he found out that he was about to raise his eyes before Zenyuan even raised his eyes, so he quickly put away his smile.

Otherwise, the boy would really become angry from embarrassment.

——The insight of the six eyes seems to be used in strange places.

Butter potatoes are still in hand, and the warmth is gradually receding.

It doesn't taste good when it's cold.

Gojo Satoru looked at the silent red-eyed boy, and a new idea quietly emerged.

"Ah—" He opened his mouth wide, and gave a demonstration to the Zen Academy.

The Chanyuan didn't even understand what he was doing, although he was angry, he still asked, "What do you mean..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a hint of sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

Soon, the softness of potatoes and the sweetness of butter spread in his mouth.

He knew what he was supposed to do now was spit it out, but...

The empty stomach was protesting. Under the temptation of food, the body successfully got rid of the drive of reason and swallowed the sweetness and softness.

Warm into the abdomen, even the cold of the whole body seems to be dispelled.

"Ahem!" He bent down, trying to spit out the food he had swallowed.

However, just as he was about to start, he was restrained by Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was behind him, clamped his hands with one hand, and then pulled him to sit down.

He was obviously of the same age, but Gojo Satoru was taller and bigger than his peers, and he was much thinner than his peers. This posture gave him the feeling that Gojo Satoru was enveloping him.

Perhaps because of the sweetness lingering at the tip of his nose, he didn't feel depressed, but instead had the illusion of returning to the time when his mother still doted on him.

Unprepared, he was fed another mouthful of buttered potatoes.

What followed was Gojo Satoru's voice above his head: "Eat more if you like it, and buy if you don't have enough."

Zenyuan even suddenly came back to his senses: "I don't like it! You let me go! I———"

This is Gojo Wu, seeing that he has already swallowed the mouthful of food just now, so he feeds him another mouthful.

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

He doesn't want to eat!

But it smells good.

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and he closed his mouth tightly.

As long as he doesn't open his mouth, he won't eat any more!

Gojo Satoru couldn't help but want to laugh again when he saw him exerting too much force.

"cough……"

Covering up with a cough, he opened his mouth again to demonstrate, "Ah—"

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

When he was a child?

With his lips tightly closed, he turned away from looking at Gojo Satoru.

Struggling silently.

"cough……"

Suppressing the smile, Gojo Satoru lowered his head and whispered in Shiya's ear, "It's fine not to eat, but do you want to know how vegetative people eat?"

The red eyes instantly enlarged.

Zenyuan looked at Gojo Wu in disbelief: "You want to———"

……

Anyway, when Gojo Satoru left, there wasn't any buttery potatoes left.

Stepping out of the door, he threw the box into the trash can, and muttered to himself, "Go buy some more."

In the room, Chanyuan even gasped and gritted his teeth.

He was so angry, but he didn't know where to put his anger.

When he clenched his fists tightly, he found that the "fruit knife" was still in his hand.

Originally, everything was going according to his plan, but because of this "fruit knife", everything went wrong!

Failure!Biggest failure!

He angrily threw the "fruit knife" out the door.

However, the "Fruit Knife" stagnated in the air.A hand suddenly appeared and caught it.

Then, another head popped out.

Gojo Satoru smiled at him and asked, "Don't you like this color? Then I'll change it for you later."

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

He never said that he wanted to be good from the beginning to the end!

"I don't want it! Get out! Don't appear in front of me again!"

Gojo Satoru ignored his words, and asked himself: "What color do you like?"

"Get out! I don't want it! I said I don't want it!"

Gojo Satoru looked at him and replied, "Then change to a red one."

Shi Ye of the Chanyuan: "..."

He's going to say he's tired.

Looking at Gojo Satoru, he slowed down his tone: "Hurry up..."

This time, Gojo Satoru finally got on the channel with him.

"Okay, close the door for you."

With the sound of closing the door, Gojo Satoru's voice sounded again: "Or do you like blue? Change to blue?"

Chan Yuan even moved his lips, but in the end he still didn't respond.

It was obviously still the same room, why did he feel cold when he just stretched out his hand before, but now it makes him feel much warmer?

Seeing the butter on his fingers who didn't know when, he leaned forward and stuck out the tip of his tongue to secretly lick it.

is sweet.