On the Methods and Skills of Keeping Gods

Gojo Satoru ran to Izumi Nagi after class today, and there was no other special reason, but because there have been more tasks recently, and it is rare that he has free time, so he wanted to come over to see how he is doing recently.

Manchu still did his job as the little housekeeper dutifully as before, helping him open the door, preparing indoor shoes, fruit snacks and drinks, but he still found that something had changed.

what is it then?He thought as he walked.After he walked into the living room, he realized that it was because it was too quiet today.

Izumi Nagi lay on the sofa, not knowing how long she slept.There is a thin blanket made by mantras on his body, so that he will not catch a cold in his sleep.There were papers and a map on the table. Gojo Satoru went over and flipped the things on the table lightly, and found that there were traces of crosses drawn with a marker pen on the map.Reminiscent of the scene where Quan Nagi released a large number of curse bones before, he quickly understood that this was to exclude Xia Youjie's position on the map.

Crouching down, Gojo Satoru looked at Izumi Nagi's sleeping face.There are very obvious bruises right now, and I don't know that he stayed up for a few more nights without supervision.

Gojo Satoru stretched out his index finger and pointed at the tip of Izumi Nagi's nose, and whispered: "I don't know who is so double-standard..." When he was studying simplified gestures with Izumi Nagi, he would be stopped if he wanted to spend more time. As a result, it doesn't matter to me, really, I don't know how to say it.

Sensing someone touching her face, Izumi frowned, muttered a few times and buried her head in the blanket to reject the harassment from others.

Seeing him shrink into a ball to avoid his own fingers, Gojo Satoru suddenly became interested.For a while, he twisted his black hair, for a while, for a while, for a while for his earlobe, for a while, for a while, he poked his cheek... Anyway, it was just a little uneasy.

Izumi Nagi didn't know if it was because of being too tired, although Gojo Satoru would dodge every time he moved his hands and feet, but he just didn't wake up.

Originally Gojo Satoru wanted to continue playing, but he felt something tearing off the corner of his clothes.He turned his head to look, and it turned out that it was the curse skeleton that had returned from the kitchen.Seeing that the guest didn't sit on the sofa properly, but teased his master thoughtfully, Juke stared at Gojo Satoru with his round eyes, although his mouth was creaking out of patience, but in order not to affect the When it came to Izumi Nagi, it put the hand that was not holding Gojo Satoru into its own mouth, trying to reduce the volume in this way.

"Ah..." Gojo Satoru was a little surprised, he saw his own reflection in the eyes of the curse, and in the reflection, his hand was still holding Izumi Nagi's hair.Suddenly there was a very faint sense of guilt in his heart, so faint that it could be ignored.

Although he could ignore it, Manju didn't intend to give him this chance.

It pulled Gojo Satoru and tried to tear him away from Izumi Nagi. Although the strength was so weak that it would have no effect on Gojo Satoru, when the number reached a certain level, qualitative changes would still occur.

Gojo Satoru looked at all the curse skeletons in the room facing him, how many curse skeletons were there in Nagi's courtyard?After thinking about it for a while, he gave up, anyway, the number was too many for him to count.

Under the stalking of all the cursed skeletons, he had to let go of the hand that was pinching the hair, and then raised his hands to express to them that he would never harass Izumi Nagi again, please don't drive me out, thank you.

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa on the other side with his mouth pouted, and even the snacks didn't smell so good after being forcibly stopped.

Under the supervision of the curse skeletons, he couldn't speak, couldn't play, and he had to be watched and saluted even if he ate and drank loudly.What's the point of that!And according to his discovery just now, Izumi Nagi won't wake up just because of this movement, you are too strict with me!

He felt that he couldn't just admit defeat to the cursed skeletons, he wanted to prove that Quan Nagi slept soundly, and he wanted to fight for the rights he deserved!So he stood up, and when the fuzz of the curse was about to stand up nervously, he supported Izumi Nagi with one hand, letting his upper body lean against him, while the other hand passed through the bend of his leg, and with a little force, he He hugged the person up.

Gojo Satoru raised his chin at the mantra, look, how could he wake up so easily.

Since I picked him up, I feel lonely just putting him down like this, so I might as well take this opportunity to take him back to the bedroom, after all, sleeping on the sofa is not comfortable.

Passing by the stunned curse skeleton, Gojo Satoru lightly kicked it with his toe, letting it go to the front to lead the way. He had never been to Izumi Nagi's bedroom, so he couldn't find a place.

The man who was kicked almost fell backward suddenly woke up, and ran to the front to lead him the way.In fact, they have wanted their master to rest in the room for a long time, but the strength of a curse skeleton is too weak, and when they are about to touch the master, he starts to wake up, there is really no way for them to let people directly Sleep on the couch.But since Gojo Satoru's approach won't wake up the master, they are naturally very happy to ask him to help bring him back to the room.

Helping to open the door of the bedroom, the leading man, Juku, walked in first, came to the bed and jumped on the bedside table, stretched out his fat little hand to pull the quilt away, and signaled Gojo Satoru to put him here.

After arranging the person, and helping to tuck the quilt, I made sure that the person was sleeping soundly, and I didn't realize that I changed the place by myself.Only then did Gojo Satoru have the opportunity to carefully observe what Izumi Nagi's bedroom looked like.

The lighting in the bedroom is good, but it will not be directly exposed to the slanting sun in the afternoon, so he doesn't need to help to close the curtains.There was a small flower stand by the balcony, and rows of succulent plants were neatly placed on it. Gojo Satoru didn't know much about gardening, but the little ones looked good just by looking at them.There was an easel next to the flower stand. He knew that Quan Nagi could draw, but he didn't expect that the place where he painted was in his bedroom.There is no canvas on the easel, and a closer look reveals that the easel has not been used for some time.

There was also a record player in the room. According to the record box on the table, he found that it was actually the vinyl record set given to Izumi Nagi after losing the bet.Can I really fall asleep listening to LinkinPark's songs before going to bed?Gojo Satoru expressed doubts.

Walking around the room at random, he found that both the objects and the decorations were full of the characteristics of Izumi Nagi.There is a quiet side and an active side, a traditional Japanese side and a fashionable side. In short, people are complex and diverse.

Gojo Satoru doesn't hate this kind of Izumi Nagi, and even likes it very much, because he can always find surprises from him.

But such living Izunagi are slowly disappearing, just like this room, no matter how well protected they are, because their owners will no longer play with them as carefully as before, sooner or later they will lose all of them. Live it.

Squatting next to Izumi Nagi again, looking at the sleeping person, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand again.This time, it will not be stopped by the cursed skeleton again, because it has left the room, and there are no other cursed skeletons here.But Gojo Satoru didn't continue to harass Izumi Nagi and disturb his rest.He just brushed against Izumi Nagi's face gently, as softly as if blown by a breeze.

In order not to let that day come, you have to restore your relationship as soon as possible, Nagi.

Is it really worth the price of giving up feelings for freedom?Gojo Satoru didn't know what Quan Nagi was thinking now, but he felt that it wasn't worth it.If they used to expect Izumi Nagi to regain their freedom, now they think that if the price of restoring freedom is so heavy, it would be better later, so that they can find a better way before choosing freedom .

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Izumi Nagi opened her eyes, although she fell asleep, but the sequelae of staying up late are not so easy to recover.The human body is so fragile, Izumi Nagi thought while pulling back the quilt.He didn't react until his feet stepped on the ground and was shocked by the cold floor.

Why am I in the bedroom?Shouldn't it be in the living room?

In his last memory, it was because he really couldn't bear the exhaustion, he planned to take a rest on the sofa before continuing, but he didn't expect that he lost consciousness directly after such a rest.He should have fallen asleep on the sofa, but why was he lying on the bed?

He was still thinking as he descended the stairs.Could it be the curse that brought him up?

Before he could figure it out, he smelled the aroma of food.Quan Nagi walked into the restaurant and said to himself while walking: "It seems that dinner is served earlier today?"

Then he bumped into Gojo Satoru in the pink apron.

Izumi Nagi: "!?" Wu? !

Gojo Satoru: "Are you up? I also said that if you don't get up again, the curse will call you."

Seeing that he put down the plate very naturally and went back to the kitchen, Quan Nagi was still a little unresponsive.Looking at the hot food on the table, he wondered if he had slept for a long time. He felt that his mind was like a paste, and it took him a long time to come up with the equation that Gojo Satoru + apron + food = food was made by Gojo Satoru.The first step of the proof question is obtained, and the rest will be a matter of course.Who brought him back to the bedroom, didn't the candidate jump out by himself?

Nagi Izumi caught up with Gojo Gojo and walked into the kitchen together. He is still not used to watching Gojo Gojo wearing an apron and cooking, because according to his memory and knowledge of this person, he really can't cook well. Connect with Gojo Satoru.

"Wu, can you actually cook?" Izumi asked.

"Ah?" Gojo Satoru stared at the food in the pot without turning his head, but just gave him a little attention. "Is it weird?"

"Ah... no, it's just... well, it's a little strange."

I didn't expect Izumi Nagi to think so, so Gojo Satoru looked at him a little dissatisfied: "I'm the strongest. Cooking can be done after watching it a few times. What's the problem?"

It's not a question of whether it's difficult or not, it's just that you don't look like such a person... Izumi Nagi didn't say this because Gojo Satoru still couldn't fully accept it from his expression, so he planned to use Facts to prove themselves.

Pick up a piece of meat from the pot with chopsticks, blow it a few times and feel that the temperature is almost the same, then signal Izunagi to get closer, and then stuff it directly into his mouth. "Then try it, how does it taste?"

Caught off guard by a mouthful of food, Quan Nagi chewed a few times, his eyes became brighter and brighter: "It's delicious!"

"Right~" Gojo Gojo smiled smugly: "I just said it, it's super simple~"

After eating a dinner made by Gojo Satoru, Izumi Nagi sat at the table and wrote a diary after refreshing his understanding of him.He wanted to write this down and remind himself not to show strange expressions for this reason next time.After all, if it was Izumi Nagi from before, even if he knew this side of Gojo Satoru, he wouldn't be as surprised and at a loss as he is today.

If it was Izumi Nagi from before...

He stopped writing. If it was him who had feelings, what would he do in the face of today's situation?He obviously has the same memory, but he can't imagine it at all.

Leaving Izumi Nagi's courtyard, Gojo Satoru walked forward with his back to the warm light.He took out the cell phone in his pocket, made a call, and after a few beeps, the call was picked up.

Jia Ruozi: "What are you doing calling at this hour?"

"I want to trouble you with one thing." Gojo Satoru said into the microphone: "Glass, you don't need to go out to do missions anyway, you are free in time."

"Huh? Who told you, my affairs are no less than yours." The infirmary was crowded with people waiting for her treatment every day.

"But you don't need to leave the college, so it doesn't matter."

"What's the meaning."

Seeing the shadow on the ground lengthen and then shorten under the streetlight, Gojo Satoru continued, "I want you to take care of Nagi, he doesn't know how to cherish himself when no one is looking at him."

"You actually learned to care about people?" Jia Ruozi smiled on the other side of the microphone, and the transmission through the microphone seemed a little distorted.

"If I had cared more about Jie before, wouldn't he have kept everything in his heart, which led to his rebellion?"

"...Don't just take the responsibility on yourself."

Gojo Satoru sneered: "Do you think I'm him? I'm not that kind."

"It's fine if you don't."

"But I found that sometimes people don't want to be bored with everything in their hearts. They need to communicate with other people to maintain physical and mental health."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Glass, I plan to tell you and the teacher everything I know. Sure enough, I can't do it alone. I need you to help me."

"...I'm going to bed at 9 o'clock today, you come here now."

Hanging up the phone, Gojo Satoru smiled at the empty front, although his goal seemed difficult to achieve, but who cares!If someone is with him, he doesn't worry at all.