I'm a villain in high school

When Kawakami Ling woke up, the crescent moon outside had just revealed a white tip.

On a night when the moon was not too bright, the brilliance of the stars appeared extraordinarily dazzling. He almost leaned out of the window, half of the moon was hidden among the clouds, and only a white tip was vaguely revealed.

A sense of irritability came from nowhere in his heart.

He is now on the top floor of the tallest building in Yokohama. On the first day of his arrival, he opened up a large flat floor. He covered the hundreds of square meters of flat floor with blankets in a wasteful way. There is a big bed in the middle.

The author has something to say: he piled the shiny jewelry sent by countless people on the blanket until there was nowhere to put his feet, and then kicked these things aside as he walked, jumping barefoot among the shining jewelry on the floor. by the window.

The windows on the entire floor of the room are floor-to-ceiling windows, he casually broke one of them, and then stepped on it regardless of the shattered glass shards remaining on it.

Blood oozed along the edge of the glass, he was holding on to the window frame, he accidentally kicked a few of the jewels piled up beside the bed, Kawakami watched them fall from high altitude into the dark with a blank expression on his face. On the ground where the road can't be seen.

There were a few crisp sounds, which resounded in the empty square.

Several people appeared around the square, and they scrambled to get at the shattered and shattered gems, and held the shattered star as if they had found a treasure.

But no one dared to look up.

Nor can they look up.

Above this shattered starlight is the most unobservable existence in Yokohama.

This thing is just a little bit of glory leaking from his fingers when he glanced at the ants below.

It can't compare to one ten-thousandth of his brilliance.

They scrambled for a treasure and fought silently together, and then some won and some were injured. The broken gem was carefully brought back by these people, and it was placed high at home as a star leaked from the hands of the gods. in the most conspicuous position.

Kawakami Ryo felt a sense of irritability that came from nowhere. The blood that flowed from the sole of his foot after being stabbed by a piece of glass had grown a head of Tomie exactly like him. He retracted his body and sat on the carpet, ignoring those The people who saw him running into the house nervously after he was injured looked at the head with their chins on their hands: "Talk to me."

The head let out a string of curses on the counterfeit.

"Is that all you guys are going to talk about?" Kawakami Ling grabbed her hair inexplicably, lifted her up in the air to a position at eye level with him, and continued to calmly say, "Talk to me."

There was a burst of laughter from the head, exhausting all of Tomie's harsh words, and began to satirize him in every possible way. In the process, Kawakami Ryo's eyes did not change at all.

"It's really boring," he stated after the head stopped cursing.

"Then what's interesting?" The head bared its teeth, and drew a mocking arc with the corner of its mouth similar to his, "Like you?"

The Yokohama kami blinked.

This head, which looked exactly like his, exploded together with those around him in an instant. Just when the blood was about to splash into the eyes of the instigator, they were suddenly blocked by an invisible barrier.

He turned his head slowly, and beside the French window that he shattered, stood a very tall figure with white hair.

"How did you break the glass?" He asked against the light.

"Gojo Satoru," Kawakami Ling raised his head and said calmly, "You don't really need to come to Yokohama."

"Didn't you say that you are the strongest?" He let Gojo Satoru walk in front of him, sat down indifferently where the head had just grown, and then took his hand.

Yokohama's god tilted his head: "Are you in love with me?"

"Or do you think I'm causing trouble for you by spilling blood everywhere?"

Kawakami Ling pouted: "Are you conjurers cosmic police?"

Gojo Satoru didn't answer.

He held up his hand between the stumped limbs and stuck it to his face: "Why are your hands so cold?"

Kawakami Lingxian's long fingertips were stained with blood, which was wiped on Gojo Satoru's white hair with his movements.

Under the moonlight, his hair looked more like a crystal clear silvery white, with red blood smeared on it, creating a crystal clear and brittle feeling out of thin air.

"Can you fly?" Kawakami Ling suddenly asked this sentence without thinking.

Gojo Satoru looked at him for a while with those blue eyes, and picked him up from the blood stained by default: "Where are you going?"

"Go to see the moon." Ryo Kawakami put his arms around Gojo Satoru's neck and said after thinking for a while.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru carried him out of the broken French window, hovered outside the window, and looked into her eyes under the moonlight.

Kawakami Tomie's eyes were an inorganic black under the moonlight. This too pure black set off her extremely white skin, so the moles under her eyes were particularly conspicuous.

"Forget it, I don't want to go to see the moon," Kawakami Ling suddenly regretted, "I still have unfinished business at the port mafia."

"Aren't you going?" Wu Wu's white hair fluttered in the night wind, making his messy hair strangely soft.

"Then let's go see the stars." Before Kawakami Ling agreed, he hugged her and started flying up.

"You're in love with me." Kawakami Tomie affirmed in his arms.

"You don't answer because you said before that you are the strongest and you will never like me?" She added relentlessly.

"The moon came out of the clouds, and the moon is too bright to see the stars at night." She seemed to be an incarnation of a chatterbox, and she must be stubborn to get some response from Wujo Wu.

"Do you think the two of us are like bubbles of bubbly water?" She suddenly put her face close to Gojo Satoru's side neck, "rising continuously in the thick moonlight and waiting to rise to the top and burst."

"It won't break." Wujo Wu confirmed with his head bowed.

"Why?" Tomie Kawakami exhaled restlessly, and the gentle and soft breath diffused down his neck into the roots of his hair, arousing a terrifying frenzy in the depths of the hair follicles.

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a softness that came from nowhere in his heart.

"Because I have no lower limit." He finally answered her question honestly.

Kawakami Tomie laughed so hard in his arms that he could hardly breathe.

"Okay, okay," she stopped with difficulty and took two deep breaths, "I now declare that you are my favorite person so far."

"Although you seem to be no different from those people who can't control their emotions at the same time." She thoughtfully fiddled with Goto Satoru's hair, which was softer than expected, "but I think you are a little more fun."

"No, I'm more special," Wujo raised his eyebrows proudly, "I'm very clear about what I'm doing."

"Really?" Kawakami Ling approached him restlessly in the air, stretched out a hand to pick his eyelids, "You don't have roses in your eyes."

"Yes, I don't." He let Kawakami Tomie touch his eyeballs with a supernatural power.

"Well, you're the second person I've ever seen who isn't charmed by me." She withdrew the ability without interest.

"No," Wujo Satoru said without thinking, "I was indeed tempted by you."

"Yeah." Tomie Kawakami didn't listen to him, and just moved closer to his eyelashes as if seeing some novelty toy.

"Your eyelashes are white too."

"Yes." Gojo Satoru didn't care about her messy focus at all, and blinked twice in her hand meekly, his slender eyelashes brushed against her palm like a brush.

"I've defected from the High School," he added.

So another lunatic was added to the Yokohama Mafia.

Those Yokohama conjurers who resisted Kawakami Tomie's rule in the past angrily called him a traitor inside the door. Gojo Satoru, who was standing at the door against the light, tilted his head, as if he was meeting these colleagues for the first time. Bottom: "Introduce yourself."

"I am the servant of the gods."

Then the god laughed happily when he heard the story from others.

"Really?" She leaned back and forth with a smile, and then suddenly changed her face, "Who made you talkative in front of me."

Almost everyone thinks that Gojo Satoru became like this must be because Kawakami Tomie used his supernatural power on him, using her strange supernatural power that is invincible, and everyone who has seen her fell in love with her hopelessly, hopelessly Drugs surrender to her, hopelessly regard her as the god of Yokohama, although she is indeed now.

At first they thought that Gojo Satoru was going undercover in Yokohama to wait for an opportunity to kill Tomie Kawakami. Later they felt that Gojo Satoru was indeed bewitched but he still managed to maintain a little clarity. Then they decided that Gojo Satoru was Tomie Kawakami’s new favorite. In the end , They said Gojo Satoru was Tomie Kawakami's accomplice.

So Gojo Satoru introduced himself as the servant of the gods while solving them cleanly and neatly like never before.

"They spread rumors," Gojo Satoru thought about it and explained to Kawakami Tomie's question, "I was clearly charmed by you from the very beginning."

The god showed a rare expression of wonder.

"I thought you were here to kill me." It was the first time they had talked about that night in years.

"At first." Gojo Satoru sat next to the god and grabbed his hand.

"But the moment I touched your palm, all the enthusiasm and enthusiasm of those young people disappeared."

"There was only one thing on my mind at the time, why are your hands so cold."

He blinked, blue eyes and white hair like a purebred Norwegian Forest cat.

The god acquiesced in the cat's curly tail wrapped around the heel of his leg, the cushion sank into a deep arc, and the servant of the Yokohama god's skirt wrapped around his ankle offensively and intimately.

"Five Enlightenment." Amidst countless chaotic thoughts, Kawakami Ryo struggled to pull out a thought that was still sober.

"Huh?" The forest cat raised a sticky question, and there was a suspicious sound of water along with the question.

"Call me Rei Kawakami next time," he said.

Do you believe me when I say they are washing their feet?The ankle is also the neck (x

This article is really over here!In the main text, let these two worry-free ones go to the beach to play, and the two more worry-free ones in the episode will be fine if they don’t destroy the world~

Thank you for your company for three months, and thank you for listening to my story.