I'm a villain in high school

It's not long since the young master of Wutiao's family went in, why didn't he hear anything.If this were normal, the Patriarch, who was at odds with Wutiao Wu, would have to fight with him at least five or six times.

The maid hesitated at the door for a long time, but still knocked softly on the edge of the door frame.

"Miss?" she called softly.

There was no response from the door.

"Miss?" The maid pushed the door open.

The door that was originally closed was pushed open at once, and the maid was taken aback.

There was a mess inside the door.

His water-red twelve-single coat was randomly rolled up and thrown on the ground. The exquisite texture on the hem and the embroidery bordered by gold and silver thread were crumpled and crumpled randomly. A handful of hair that was randomly thrown aside after being cut.

The cloth curtain in the middle of the room was pushed to the side without knowing it, and the interior furnishings of this not-so-large square room can be seen at a glance. There is no sign of the two people in the room, obviously they are no longer in the room.

"When did you leave!" the maid gritted her teeth and gasped. She looked around the room again, put down the wooden tray in her hand, and hurriedly ran down the long corridor with the hem of her skirt.

The silence at the door of the room returned to just now. On the roof, Kawakami Ling's speechless voice came out: "Aren't you leaving quickly just to see my maid lose her temper?"

After Gojo Satoru flew up from the main gate with him in his arms, he thought that Gojo Satoru would take him to another place directly, but who knew that Gojo Satoru turned around and returned to the house.

"This position is not good for watching a show," he sat beside him and adjusted his sitting posture pickily, "How long has that tree planted in your garden been?"

Kawakami Ling was taken aback by his jumping topic: "I don't really remember..."

Wujo Wu didn't say that he hadn't discovered it yet, but now thinking about the tree following Wujo Wu's words, he found that all his memories of before today were extremely vague.

In a hazy memory, only the part about Gojo Satoru is particularly clear——

When he was a child, he was taken to Gojo’s house by his father for the first time, and he had a fight with the once-in-a-century Liuyan. When the two were rated, they were selected for the same task. In order to make up for the last knife, they fought in front of the curse spirit. He crossed On the day when the father who had no magic power directly succeeded as the head of the family, all the families came to watch the ceremony, and Gojo Satoru was beaten in the corridor of Kawakami's house by him in front of everyone.

By the way, in his vague memory, the first time he saw Wujo Wuqian, what he saw in the southeast corner when he went out was a small sapling that was not as luxuriant as it is now.

"Probably more than ten years," Kawakami Ryo roughly counted the days, "I didn't expect that we have known each other for so long."

"You're thinking of something weird again." Gojo Satoru curled his lips familiarly, and hugged him directly to the book before Kawakami Ryo could react.

"This location is a good show."

He didn't have the slightest sense of wickedness to suddenly move Kawakami Ling out of the nest while he was thinking about something, and after saying this, he even proudly patted the trunk next to it that had just plucked out new branches.

Kawakami Ryo was almost used to Gojo Satoru's way of doing things as soon as he thought about it, so he was suddenly changed, so he had to change his sitting position and prop his head up: "What are you looking at?"

"Hush." ​​Gojo Satoru covered his mouth before he finished speaking.

"The elders of the Kawakami family tricked you back into a blind date, so you don't want to see how angry they are?"

When he said this, he was very close to him, almost close to his ear, and the breath that followed when he spoke slowly fell on Kawakami Ling's ear.

"Look." He gloated and smiled softly in Kawakami Ling's ear.

The elders of Kawakami's family came along with the hurried maid.

"What's wrong with Tomie Kawakami?" One of the elders was only halfway through speaking when he saw a messy house.

In the scene inside the house, Tomie Kawakami ran away again and wrote these big characters on the threshold.

Kawakami Ling almost took off the complicated twelve sheets, and those clothes and cut hair he took off were piled up in the middle of the room, stimulating the blood pressure of every elder.

"What is she doing?" A white-haired old man blew his beard and stared.

"Probably cut...the hair." Before the maid could answer, another elder knelt down and picked up a strand of hair to make a judgment.

As soon as these words came out, all the old men put on expressions of fury.

"puff."

Wujo Wujo on the big tree outside the door smiled even more happily: "Didn't it just cut it for you? Now they look like they cut their hair."

"Is it so funny?" Ryo Kawakami looked at Gojo Satoru, who was leaning forward and back together, a little confused.

"Don't you think it's funny?" Gojo Satoru turned his attention back to Kawakami Ryo, "You used to complain about these old men every day, but every time they got angry, you were obviously happier than me."

"That's what I said...but I don't feel any rejection when I look at these elders now." Kawakami Ling frowned.

He thought for a while, and found a suitable word to summarize: "It's as if we are strangers."

"Aren't you happy?" Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze from the elders, and put his gaze on Kawakami Ryo again.

"Not really." Rei Kawakami hesitated, "It just feels like even if they force me to go back to my home to meet other people, it's not as interesting as I remember them being mad at these old men."

"Tsk."

Gojo Gojo tutted all over his body, ruffled his hair a little irritably: "Well, I am responsible for your unhappy."

He was talking about Kawakami Ryo being brought back to his home inexplicably.

Gojo Satoru squatted on the tree a little irritablely, scanning the group of elders with his death gaze for a few minutes.

"Then go and do something to make you happy." He clapped his hands, and before Kawakami Ling could respond, he picked him up from the tree.

"Where are you going?" Kawakami passed through the dense tree canopy without realizing it.

"Where do you elders live? I haven't been to Kawakami's family very often." Gojo Satoru stopped in the air and didn't answer the question.

Kawakami Ling squinted his eyes and looked down, pointing to the place where the old men of memory lived: "Over there."

"What are you going to do?" The sun dazzled his eyes too much, Kawakami Ryo didn't dare to let go of Gojo Satoru's shoulder for fear of falling, so he squinted his eyes and looked at him.

Gray hair is so cheating.

In his limited field of vision, Gojo Satoru's white hair seemed to be glowing in the sunlight, even his white eyelashes were shining brightly in the sunlight, which took away most of the light source in his field of vision arbitrarily. .

"Of course, go get your saber back while all the elders are on your side." Gojo Satoru answered extremely quickly.

"Isn't that your pocket knife? If I just leave it in my house and take you away, you won't be able to fight me hard."

He seemed to be very familiar with the perspective of looking down from the sky, and it didn't take long to stop on Kawakami's house before accurately locating the room that he had never been to once.

"Wait, you didn't intend to take me away from the beginning?" Kawakami Linghou realized later.

"I thought you just wanted to watch the elders have fun just now."

Gojo Satoru stared at him speechlessly against the sun for a few seconds: "Am I such a boring person in your mind?"

"Indeed." Kawakami Ling nodded sincerely.

Gojo Satoru was choked by him, showing a complicated expression.

"Cough." Kawakami Ling quietly turned his head away and coughed to cover up his smile.

"Laugh, laugh," Gojo Satoru blinked speechlessly, and the white eyelashes fluttered up and down, reflecting a flying golden glow, "It can be regarded as making you happier."

"I'm not happy." Kawakami Ryo jumped out of Gojo Satoru's arms as soon as he saw the ground.

"? You pretend to be unhappy just because of me?" Gojo Satoru laughed angrily at his rapidly changing attitude.

Kawakami Ling innocently shrugged: "I didn't."

"Wait, wait, I don't want to fight with you here." After saying this, he quickly stepped back a few steps to get out of Gojo Satoru's attack range, and quickly dodged the fan that Gojo Satoru casually threw over.

"Hey, let me get the knife back first." He straightened his expression and said solemnly.

"Why don't you explain clearly what kind of look you have in your eyes." Kawakami Ling finally couldn't bear it anymore and finished exterminating the last curse spirit, and looked at the fellow magician full of murderous intent without closing the knife.

Ever since he and Gojo Satoru ran away from Kawakami Hon's house, they didn't go back again. The two quarreled and fought to exorcise the curse spirit along the way, and met many magicians who were traveling with them along the way. Everything seemed normal.

The only abnormal thing is that these conjurers all look at him strangely.

Finally, after exorcising the curse spirit this time, Kawakami Ling couldn't bear it and grabbed the one with the strangest eyes from the side: "Isn't it just a haircut? Is it so rare?"

The conjurer shuddered and shook his head.

"Why are you shaking?" Kawakami Ling flicked the knife speechlessly, "I'm so scary?"

The conjurer shivered for a second time, and continued to shake his head.

Facing Kawakami Ryo's death gaze, he slowly said: "It's just... we never thought that you and Gojo Satoru, two people who have been fighting since childhood, are going to get married. It's too scary..."

The other magicians behind him nodded in agreement.

"Huh?" Kawakami Ling was puzzled.

He originally thought that Gojo Satoru's grandson married him as a joke. After leaving Kawakami's house, the relationship between the two of them returned to the previous mode of fighting when they were upset. Got it, the grandson of Wujowu's help is definitely indispensable in this.

He was the only co-author who thought that the two of them were just exorcising the curse spirit outside for more than ten days.

No wonder the two of them were exorcising the curse spirits outside these days. The conjurer who happened to see them looked at them with strange eyes.

Gojo Satoru dodged smoothly as if he had eyes behind his back.

"Look at how fierce you are, you've scared the other conjurers like this." He yawned while hiding.

Kawakami Rei's tone was grumpy: "If you keep your mouth shut, no one will think you are dumb."

"But I suddenly felt a little strange," Gojo Satoru said while hiding, "Why are the conjurers I met along the way so afraid of you? From the past few days, I always feel that they should fall in love with you uncontrollably. "

"If you have something to say, don't be so yin-yang here," Kawakami Ling rolled his eyes, "I was a bully in all the aristocratic families since I was a child, okay? None of the magicians of the same age have ever fought with me. Now my parents should pray quickly The next Patriarch will not fall from the sky and will not be born from the current Patriarch. I keep saying that I don’t know who I can marry.”

"its me."

Gojo Satoru temporarily snapped a branch of cherry blossom from the nearby cherry blossom tree, and put it in front of Kawakami Ryo with a playful smile: "Don't be angry, I'll see you off."

The author has something to say: The conjurer next to him: What a mouthful of dog food... Isn't Wujo Wu just sending flowers?There's nothing to be jealous of, I'm dying of laughter, it's just flowers, my own grave will grow too.

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