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The morning sunlight is very penetrating, spilling into the room through the curtains printed with gypsophila, outlining everything very clearly.

Gojo Satoru entered the room with breakfast, the person on the bed was still asleep, and the bedding was not packed yet under the bed.

Wujo Gojo burst out laughing, who would have thought that the strongest conjurer lived with the |little boyfriend|, and could only sleep pitifully on the floor?If it spreads out, I'm afraid it will lose face.

But some things are intolerable.

Heartbeat is an instinct, so the emotions come in waves, and the boy is so strongly attracted to him.A little plausible response can easily arouse | his anger.

He himself can't guarantee that he can really endure for two years without wiping|gun|not leaving|fire.

It was too difficult, the strongest Gojo Satoru felt that it was really too difficult.

Gojo Satoru lamented the hardships of life, Dazai Osamu had already opened his eyes, and his kite pupils were filled with mist from awakening: "... What time is it?"

The voice between a teenager and a young man was slightly hoarse in the early morning, and the peculiar quality of the sound rubbed against Gojo Satoru's eardrums like a feather.

... Oh!Is it so exciting in the morning? !

The terrible adult heard his heart beat suddenly, and the muscles on the brows twitched: "Uh~ yeah, what time is it?"

The one who answered Osamu Dazai was a down-to-earth one.

Just in the golden light of the morning, the two exchanged deep|deep|shallow|shallow breaths.

Osamu Dazai looked straight into the blue, as if seeing the aurora in the arctic night sky, and heard the crackling sound of electricity when the aurora came.

At this moment, his brain didn't listen to what he was doing, and he reviewed all the past for him. There seemed to be thousands of lights and shadows in front of him, and it seemed that the whiteness was overwhelming, prompting him to raise his arms to respond | hug.

After all, two people hugging each other is so warm...

This kind of response made Gojo Wu secretly feel bad.

There are fine scars under the palm, and the fingertips swipe gently, as if browsing the boy's past.

The mouth that does not contain sugar is filled with sweetness at that moment, every nerve and every cell in the whole body is clamoring for the covetousness of the boy.

The blue eyes half-closed, full of prairie fire, reflected the young man's dazed appearance of letting him|kiss|talk.

This is not right.

It shouldn't be.

His liking is not destructive|possession|possession.

Even though he knew that what the young man wanted was a destructive possession, to use the current pain to relieve the past pain.It was also because of this that the young man gave him the opportunity to sneak in.

Don't let Gojo Satoru take the initiative to stop the long and lingering words.

Forehead for forehead, white hair intertwined with black hair, the tip of the nose crossed the tip of the nose.

"You like me, don't you?" Gojo Satoru rubbed against the boy, and the hot air from his mouth sprayed on the boy's faintly reddened face.

Osamu Dazai was stunned for a moment, he didn't know whether this sentence was Gojo Satoru's expectation, or Gojo Satoru was self-righteously stating the facts.

He remained silent, unmoved as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Breakfast, put it on the table." Gojo Satoru exhaled softly, grinning like a great white shark: "It's the exchange meeting between the two schools. I'm busy today. Let's go."

When he said he was leaving, he really walked away without half a muddle.

Before leaving, Wujo Gojo didn't forget to wrap up Osamu Dazai with a quilt, and he didn't know whether he was afraid that he would catch a cold or something else, but he left a menacing sentence: "Be obedient, or I will kill you!"

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a bluff.

Dazai Osamu, who was wrapped in a quilt with only his head exposed: "..." Wow, is this the strongest magician Gojo Satoru?Love love love [Indifference.jpg]

By officially introducing the new student Yoshino Junpei, the "fake death" Knotabagi Yuhito was drawn out.

Tokyo Manga was in a happy mood, but the mood of Kyoto Manga, headed by Rakuyanji Kashinobu, was probably not very good.

"Oh? The old man of Leyan Temple doesn't look very well."

The casual voice came from far and near, and everyone followed the voice, and saw a black-haired, kite-eyed boy standing in front of him, looking at them with a half-smile.

To be precise, he looked at the Kyoto Manga side.

Most of the students in the Kyoto school were from aristocratic families. They had heard all about the bloody case that happened in the "Tsushima family" a few days ago.

Looking at the black-haired and kite-eyed boy, they didn't know what to think for a while.

Shuji Tsushima, the legendary owner of the [Anti-Magic Power Art] is still alive?

Such a young man who was about the same age as them actually caused such a tragedy?

Or—— Four years ago, the Tsushima main family was |killed|, and it turned out to be dominated by the high-level...

The complex mood caused them to look away.

"Good day, Supervisor Tsushima." Leyansi straightened his back with difficulty, pretending not to hear the taunt with the gun and stick: "It seems that Supervisor Tsushima is proud of himself."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone who had Wutiao Wu's contact information coughed in embarrassment, and their eyes drifted uncontrollably to the other party involved in the incident.

"Hmph~" Gojo Satoru proudly puffed out his chest and raised his head, smiling both arrogantly and complacently.

"This is really..." Osamu Dazai put his hands on his lips and shook his shoulders with a smile. He stepped forward and walked in front of Leyan Temple, smiling at Yanyan: "I thought that the old man of Leyan Temple would pay more attention to what he said to me. Woolen cloth."

Hearing this, Leyan Temple's back, which had been struggling to straighten up, bent down again. After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes as if accepting his fate: "Is it useful?"

It's like facing the last boot that has not fallen for a long time, but knows that it will fall.

The "Declaration of Revenge" that "Shuji Tsushima" uttered before made them, the high-level conjurers, live in fear all the time.

Compared with it, "Shuji Tsushima" and Gojo Satoru's contacts, or even deeper cooperation, are nothing.

In order to make a settlement and to no longer be afraid, they exposed all their flaws.

Then, they waited and waited, prepared again and again, but they never waited for the action of "Shuji Tsushima".

He talked about the declaration of revenge, but when he really had the opportunity of "revenge", "Shuji Tsushima" showed no concern... This made them even more anxious.

Death|death is not terrible, what is terrible is not knowing when death|death will come.

Leyan Temple opened his eyes and looked at the black-haired boy with difficulty. His old and hoarse voice rang out with exhaustion and emotion: "In the final analysis, we owe you."

Because I know that I owe something, that's why I'm so anxious.

The atmosphere fell silent like a coffin.

With his back to the light source, Osamu Dazai's expression seemed to be hidden behind foggy glass, making it difficult to see clearly, only the pair of kite-colored eyes clearly shone with a dim light.

"Indeed, you owe me."

A simple sentence reveals a feeling of heaviness that seems to break a person's heart...

——Facing the |death|death of their parents, the boy is not indifferent!

Realizing this, Gojo Satoru suppressed all his smiles in an instant, and an urgent desire to go to the boy's side "to hug him! To comfort him!" surged in his heart, and then spread to every part of his body like a virus. cell.

but.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and pushed down the sunglasses, and the stretched veins on his wrist were clearly visible.

He forced himself to suppress this | impulse, the boy is the inspector, even if everyone present knows that he and the boy are lovers, he can't step forward at this time.

This is protecting the boy, and it is also protecting Tokyo Manga.

Osamu Dazai looked up at the blue skyline today, closed his eyes, and smiled at the principal of Tokyo Kagao: "I have lived in Kakako for a long time, and I haven't said hello to Mr. Noctua."

"It's just a small matter, Supervisor Tsushima, you don't have to be polite." Ye Mozheng nodded, thinking that he was a supervisor after all, and he didn't expect to ask or not before. Now that he is Wu's little boyfriend, it doesn't matter to say hello .

"Since the principals of both schools are here..." Osamu Dazai paused, his kite-colored eyes brushed lightly over the two principals with a faint smile: "Then, I announce that the two will be invited to cooperate in monitoring from now on. It is the job of an officer to register existing conjurers."