Undead meow of a certain college

Even the world of the Chanyuan is pitifully small.

Gojo Satoru followed Zenyuan Shiya and walked in one direction, and soon came to the end.

The buildings along the way are all pieced together, in a mess, and even some parts are so blurred that they cannot be seen clearly.

But Zenyuan Shiya was still very excited, pulling Wujo Wu to continue walking in another direction.

There is finally color in the picture.

Wujo Wu recognized it, it was Gaozhuan.

"Brother Wutiao!" Shi Ye's excited voice rang out, "Shall we go there to play?"

Gojo Wu followed Shiya's wishes and replied, "Okay."

As soon as he entered the college, Gojo Goto had the illusion of being unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy.

This place is actually exactly the same as the high school in reality, even some small details are exactly the same.It seems that his cat has carefully observed everything in Gaozhuan.

After running and jumping around the college, they returned the same way.

The following scenes are all the road that Wujo Wu took with Zenyuan Shiye, which is more real than the Zenyuan family who has lived in Zenyuan Shiye for more than ten years.

Wujo Wu let go of his hand, stroked his chin, looked at the happy back of the Buddhist monastery in front of him, and meditated.

Zenyuan Shi also let go for a while, but when Wujo Wu didn't follow, he ran back immediately.

"Brother Wutiao! Why don't you leave?"

The little one raised its head in front of Wujo Wutiao, making a baby-like sound.

Terribly cute.

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru took Zenyuan Shiya's hand again, and walked towards the amusement park.

They have played the amusement park once, and they played it again in the illusion.

Compared with the previous time, Gojo Satoru obviously felt that his cat had let go a lot, or should I say... his cat had completely let go of himself to him now.

His cats will tell him all the joys, sorrows and joys, all the feelings, and because of the chatter, they will repeat and emphasize it many times.

And he who can feel Maomao's emotions is also sure that those are real, and they are Maomao's most real feelings.

This feeling seems to be very good.

Most importantly, his cat is very happy.

Following the happy Zenyuan Shiya, Wujo Gojo wandered around this pitifully small world.

The cats that should be able to fly freely in the air were confined in such a small world.

"What?" Gojo Satoru suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Zenyuan even turned his head, tilting his head, "Brother Wutiao, why did you call me?"

Gojo Satoru replied, "Would you like to take you to play more fun in the future?"

"Okay!" Zenyuan even jumped up happily, "Brother Wutiao wants to take me to play more fun, I'm already looking forward to it!"

After walking the last inch of this pitifully small world, Gojo Satoru felt his eyes dim, and the familiar feeling let him know that they had returned to the small black room again.

Zenyuan didn't feel anything was wrong, and wanted to sleep again with its arms around Gojo Wu's neck.

Will you be tired after walking around in the illusion for so long?

"Sleepy?" Gojo Satoru asked.

"Hmm..." Zenyuan Shi also buried his head in Wutiao Wu's neck, his voice was low and muffled.

"If you're tired, go to sleep."

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, Zenyuan Shiye's breathing became gentle.

Gojo Satoru picked him up horizontally, walked to the bed, and put the little one in his arms under the quilt.

But as soon as he let go, he felt his hand being grabbed.

His cat shouted like a dream: "Brother Wutiao... Brother Wutiao, don't go away..."

The bed is very small, but the bodies of the two of them are still in the same state as they were when they were young. It is not difficult to accommodate two people in one bed.

Gojo Satoru didn't think too much, and went to bed, lying next to Shiya in the Zen garden.

"Brother Wutiao won't leave, go to bed obediently."

If other people saw Gojo Satoru coaxing people so patiently, they would be so surprised that their eyes would pop out.

Probably feeling Wujo Wu's body temperature, Zenyuan Shi also said "um" in a low voice, and stretched out his hand again, toward the heat source.

He hugged Gojo Satoru, rubbed against him lightly, and his breathing gradually became calm again.

With the fragrance of milk lingering in the nostrils, Wujo Wu felt as if he had been infected, and even felt a little sleepy.

When you are tired, you should sleep.

Thinking of this, he also closed his eyes, and began to sleep in this illusion for the first time.

His breathing gradually became longer, and he actually fell asleep in a second.

In the darkness, the breathing of the two cubs gradually synchronized, giving them a sense of tranquility.

However, at this moment, the door of the small black room was opened again.

Gojo Satoru, who had just fallen asleep, woke up instantly, and at the same time, he found that his cat had also woken up, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

As if he was angry about getting up, he looked at the person who appeared at the door, with obvious anger in his eyes.

But the visitor couldn't see him, he just went straight to them, focusing on Zenyuan Shiya.

As he walked, he asked, "Remember me? We met."

Of course the Chanyuan even remembered it.

This is a brother who is in a similar situation to him, but this brother's life is much more comfortable than his.

Huh?

He suddenly wondered why he had such an idea.

How could he feel that this brother's life is much more comfortable than his?Obviously he has Wutiao elder brother by his side all the time, obviously he has been living happily all the time.

With five elder brothers around, how could he still envy others?

Should not.

However, the doubt lasted only for a moment, and Gojo Satoru almost didn't notice his doubt just now.

He put aside his little doubts, rubbed his eyes and wanted to introduce who this was to Gojo Satoru.

But before he could speak, Gojo Satoru grabbed his hand.

"Brother Wujo?" He looked at Wujo Satoru suspiciously.

Gojo Satoru took his hand and stuffed it into the bed, and said in a serious tone: "Don't rub your eyes with your hands."

Chanyuan even knew what Gojo Satoru meant. He knew it was bad to rub his eyes, but he did so subconsciously.

Now being reminded by Gojo Satoru, he... laughed happily.

I was cared about by Wutiao brother.

Happy!

"Okay!" He showed a big smile, almost forgetting that there was another person here.

It wasn't until the man spoke again that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Can I do my brother a little favor?" The man walked to the bedside and asked.

But Zenyuan Shiya's first thought was... this person has very little malice, even if he is so close, it is close to nothing.

This kind of existence is too rare in the Chanyuan family.

He couldn't believe it, and subconsciously looked at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was half lying on the bed with his head propped up, with displeasure written all over his face.

"Brother Wutiao?" The Chanyuan Shi was also a little flustered, "What's wrong with you, Brother Wutiao? Why are you unhappy?"

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, just glanced at the person standing by the bed, expressing his dissatisfaction with this person with his eyes.

How dare he disturb his cat's sleep!

Combined with what this person had done before, he decisively came to a conclusion: it really wasn't a good thing.

The Chanyuan didn't even know what Wujo Wu was thinking, he only knew that his brother Wujo didn't like this person who suddenly appeared.

Even the elder brother who has little malice towards him is not worth mentioning compared to elder brother Wutiao.

and……

Suddenly his thinking could keep up with Wujo Wu's pace.

He thought: He and this brother have not met several times, and it seems that he has never even had the opportunity to talk face to face. Why does he think that he will do him such a small favor?

He groped around under the blanket and found Gojo Satoru's hand.Following the example of an adult, he patted Gojo Satoru on the back of his hand a few times.

There was an expression of "I understand, look at me" on the small face.

Gojo Satoru was suddenly amused by him.

Children pretending to be adults are also so cute!

The anger in his stomach was instantly overwhelmed by the cuteness in front of him.

If it was Fuheshier himself standing here at this moment, there would probably be a feeling of "I shouldn't be in the car, I should be under the car".

It's just that he can't see Gojo Satoru now, so he escaped for the time being.

But the next moment, the attack from Zenyuan Shiya came.

Zenyuan Shi also put away the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and seriously answered Fu Heisher's last question.

"No, I won't help you."

The milky voice was very serious, but unexpectedly there was a sense of sarcasm.

Before Fu Heisher could speak again, he continued to babble, listing the reasons for his refusal: "We don't know each other well, why should I help you?

"And why did you walk in without even knocking on the door? You don't speak politely, why should I help you?

"Brother Wutiao doesn't like you either, so I won't help you!"

Fu Heisher's expression became ugly, just like when Zenyuan even threatened him before.

Memories were confused and mixed, and things that happened not long ago were pulled into this timeline.

Even the Chanyuan heard Fu Heisher ask him: "Why? How is he better than me?"

Zenyuan Shi also stretched out his hand from the quilt, hugged Wutiaowu's neck tightly, and then stuck out his tongue at Fu Heisher: "Brother Wutiao is better than you everywhere! Brother Wutiao is the best, the best, the best!"

As he spoke, he and Gojo Satoru met their gazes.

Wutiao Wu was very happy, and followed his words: "Yes! Brother Wutiao is the best in the world!"

Praise yourself, don't be ashamed at all.

Zenyuan Shiye echoed him: "That's right! That's it! Brother Wutiao is the best in the world!"

The two sang together and praised Wutiaowuyitong as if no one else was there. When they looked up again, they found that Fu Heisher had disappeared.

"Still sleepy?" Gojo Satoru asked.

Zenyuan even yawned, and his voice softened again: "I'm a little sleepy."

"Then continue to sleep." Gojo Satoru said and closed the book in the little black room.

It really wasn't a good thing, and he didn't even close the door when he left.

With the sound of closing the door, the light from outside disappeared, and the small black room fell into darkness again.

It was supposed to be the scariest scene, but Zenyuan even held Wujo Wu, but slept very peacefully.

Soon, Gojo Satoru fell asleep again.

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When he opened his eyes again, there was still darkness in front of him, but Gojo Satoru knew that they were no longer in the small black room just now.

Zenyuan Shiye still hugged him and muttered, "Brother Wutiao, where is this place?"

Obviously, he also realized that this is not a small black room.

Before Gojo Satoru could reply, a voice rang out first.

"What is the Chanyuan? Gojo Wu? Is it you?"

Gojo Satoru recognized whose voice it was.

He almost forgot that another person was also dragged into this illusion.

He replied, "Uncle Jianggu, it's us~"

"Even you came in," Jiang Gu Ling said in a serious voice, "This place is small, but I searched for a long time, but I couldn't find the exit."

Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and asked, "So, Uncle Jiangu, have you been here all this time?"

"Yeah." Jiang Gu Ling replied.

Then, he told them both of what happened after he met Shiya in the Chanyuan.

When he came across the Zenyuan Shiye who had been enchanted by the spell, he asked, "Do you all know what will happen next?"

Gojo Satoru: "Tell me about it."

Jiang Gu Ling felt that something was wrong, but continued: "I just came here suddenly, it was dark everywhere, the space was very small, the walls around the edge were smooth, and there was no exit."

The Chanyuan even maintained the state just now, and had no impression of the things Jiang Guling said, only thinking that he was listening to other people's stories.

But Wujo Satoru laughed happily after hearing Fugu Ling's words.

His cat showed him everything about him, but for others, he only gave him a pure black room with nothing.

In short, happy.