On the Methods and Skills of Keeping Gods

Autumn time is just like the leaves falling by the wind. You don’t know when the leaves fall, so you don’t know when autumn will pass. By the time everyone thinks about it, it’s the last month of the year.

Gojo Satoru's birthday is on December 12th.

Japan's coming-of-age day is at the age of 20, so his 18th birthday is not much different from usual. If I have to say that compared with the previous two years, there is one less person who sent blessings.

Unlike Izumi Nagi's 15th birthday party, Gojo Satoru's birthday is extremely simple.A few high school students who had no assignments presented gifts with their own hands, held a small birthday party, ate cake and had fun—and it was over.

In the evening, everyone left one after another, and Izumi Nagi stayed to help clean up.Of course, since he got the curse skeleton, he seldom does these things himself, so this time is the same, he brought a few curse skeletons, and after giving the order, he sat and waited for them to be completed.

Gojo Satoru sat on the table next to him, watching the industrious Manjuku go about his business, and sighed a little: "The puppet spell is so convenient, after experiencing it once, I feel spoiled."

Quan Nagi found that his hair on the sideburns had a little cream on it, probably because the color was too close, so he didn't wipe it clean when he wiped it.

He dug out a pack of wet paper towels from his bag, Izumi Nagi told Gojo Satoru not to move, and carefully wiped off that part of the cream.

"Why don't you open the lower limit? Otherwise, you won't be stuck."

Clearly knowing that after opening the door, Hui Yuanxiong and Iirui Nishiko would slap the cream on his face, but he neither hid nor activated the spell, and just let the two of them apply the cream to his face.

"Eh? It's so boring if you avoid it. This kind of activity is only fun if everyone is happy~"

Gojo Satoru didn't care at all, and waited for Izumi Nagi to let go and touched the ends of his hair. After being wiped with a wet towel, it still felt a little wet. Although it was not obvious, it still had to wait a while in winter will kill.

Although he didn't understand, Izumi Nagi accepted his explanation.There are too many things he doesn't understand, and it would be good to understand a little more.

"By the way, Nagi." Gojo Gojo twisted the ends of his hair, trying to speed up the drying process with the warmth of his hands, "Are you free at the end of the month?"

"what happened?"

"The old man wants me to succeed the head of the family years ago, and I want to ask you if you want to come to the ceremony?"

Nagi Izumi looked at Gojo Satoru's side face, and suddenly realized that Gojo Satoru was only 15 years old when he met him, and in a blink of an eye, he was 18 years old and was going to inherit the position of Patriarch?However, in just three years, he felt that he had experienced more than the previous ten years.

In a daze for a while, Izumi Nagi nodded: "It's ok. Anyway, there is nothing else, will Nitiko and Uncle go too?"

"Teacher, he probably won't. After all, he is now the principal anyway, and if he goes, it will make some people nervous." Wujo Wuchi said, "I don't think he needs to think so much."

Ah, too.Izumi Nagi thinks that the upper echelon of the college is full of stubborn, traditional and timid old people, so he can understand the choice of the Noctua moth. Although Gojo Satoru doesn't care about these things, as a teacher, he still doesn't want to bring something to the students. trouble.Even Nagi Izumi agrees with Wujo Satoru's idea very much, but Masamune Noctua has made up his mind and he will not say anything more.

So he naturally changed the subject: "Does that require me to prepare some gifts?"

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at him, with disgust on his face: Do I need to explain this clearly?

I couldn't help laughing out loud. Sure enough, this point of Gojo Satoru is still very easy to understand.

Thinking of this, Nagi Izumi couldn't help but be concerned. Although he can still understand Gojo Satoru in some places, since he found out that something was wrong, there are more and more things he can't understand now.Although he never showed it on the surface, he did know that his heart was extremely disturbed.

Obviously he has lost his feelings, why can he still feel this uneasy feeling?

Glancing at Gojo Satoru secretly from the corner of his eye, it was this anxiety that made him dare not refuse any request from the other party.It seems that only when he is responsive to requests can he feel at ease.But I don't know how long this behavior can last...

Izumi Nagi began to be a little uncertain about whether the agreement between himself and Gojo Satoru could be fulfilled.

"By the way, I have one more request." Gojo Satoru looked at him suddenly, which surprised Izumi who was immersed in his own thoughts.

"What's wrong?" he said with a smile.

"I missed you on the day of the succession—"

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A few days later, it was time to make an appointment with Gojo Satoru to go to Gojo's house.

Izumi Nagi looked at the clothes dug out from the storage room and thought of Gojo Satoru's request that day. Maybe other people think that such a request is too much, but for him it doesn't feel like it at all.

Gojo Satoru was standing at the entrance of the high school, and he couldn't help shivering when he was blown by the cold wind.If I had known earlier, I might not have met at the door, it was so cold.

Just when he felt confused about his decision, a voice appeared from the side.

"Why do you wear so little?" Izumi Nagi couldn't help asking, looking at the person who was only wearing a thin coat in the winter.

Taking the scarf off his own neck, Izumi Nagi walked over and stood on tiptoe to carefully wrap the scarf, which still had a bit of warmth, around his neck.

Gojo Satoru bent down to bury his head in order to make it easier for him to move, and then looked up at his appearance today.

The long and straight black hair hangs directly behind her, and the pattern of lily of the valley flowers appears on the top of the kimono. The purple flowers and the white base and the little black lines make the whole kimono look gorgeous and at the same time not Too pompous.Reminiscent of the previous diary of Noctua Masato, Gojo Gojo thinks that this dress should be made by Izumi Nagi himself.

Confirming that the enclosure is tight enough to prevent the wind from entering, Izumi Nagi took a step back.Seeing Gojo Satoru looking at him, he tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Wujo Wuzhi stood up and replied: "It's just been a long time since I saw you wearing a women's kimono, and I'm a little emotional. And, your height can really change, it's amazing."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to gesture between the two of them. The current Izumi Nagi is only about 170, which can be said to be outstanding among Japanese women, but to Gojo Satoru, who is more than 190, he looks very petite. up.

"If you give me the scarf, won't you be cold?" He stretched out his hand to hold Quan Nagi's hand, "It's so cold!"

Stopping Gojo Satoru from trying to take off the scarf, Izumi Nagi showed him the cuffs: "The inside is fleece, so you can wear the scarf if I don't get cold. Cold hands are just due to physical reasons, it's nothing."

"No!" Since Izumi Nagi refused to let him take off the scarf, Gojo Satoru took his hand and walked to the high school, "We'd better go to the car early, it's warm there."

Izumi Nagi was trotted behind him, and found that the clogs made a rattling sound when they fell on the ground. Gojo Satoru slowed down so that he could walk more slowly.

Quan Nagi asked him, "Did you call a car?"

"That's right, this is a special car." He turned his head and smiled at Izumi Nagi.

After getting in the car, Izumi Nagi understood the meaning of the special car.In order to pick up Wujo Wu, the young master, Wujo's family specially arranged a car to pick him up, and Nagi Izumi, who followed him - just enjoyed the treatment of a special car.

Sitting in the back seat and looking straight ahead, Izumi found that this was the first time the driver had peeked at him through the rearview mirror.I couldn't help looking over at the next time he peeked, but I didn't expect to meet him directly. The driver was startled—he hurriedly retracted and stared at the road ahead.

Not knowing what the driver was thinking, Izumi Nagi glanced at Gojo Satoru who was sitting next to him, he was still struggling with Izumi Nagi's hand.

Gojo Satoru held his hand close to his lips, and breathed into his slender white fingertips, but the temperature didn't stay on his hand for a few seconds before it drifted away with the surrounding cold air.

He refused to accept it, and tried rubbing it to generate heat and putting it in the pocket of his clothes... He tried all the methods he could think of to keep warm, but Izumi Nagi's hand still remained unchanged like a block of ice.

"Nagi, are you sure you're really not cold? Why are your hands still so cold?" Gojo Satoru was puzzled.

Seeing that he finally gave up, Quan Nagi withdrew his hand and replied: "So it's a physical problem, I'm really not cold."

Gojo Satoru leaned towards him—clicked over: "Why don't you try Nuan Baobao?"

"Stick it to your hand?"

That's right, Gojo Satoru found that this method was not feasible, so he rethought - then he had to prepare him directly with a hot water bottle that could be held in his hands.After confirming, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the people in his family.

It finally subsided... Izumi sighed in my heart, and turned around to find the driver was peeping again, but this time he quickly averted his gaze before Izumi looked over.

Isn't there any problem with the professional ability of the driver assigned by the Wutiao family?Izumi thought to herself.

After receiving the message from Master Wu, all the maidservants who served him waited at the door according to the time. When they saw the car parked in front of them, they all found their seats and stood up.

The maid with a hand warmer in her hand stood at the front, watching the driver get out of the car and open the door for the people in the back seat.She was about to bend down to welcome Master Wu home, but it was not her own master who got out of the car but a fair-skinned and beautiful girl in a kimono.

Ah this...

The words that hadn't been spoken were stuck in her throat, and all the attendants behind her were just as dumb as her. She didn't come back to herself until Gojo Satoru got out of the car from the other side and took the warm handbag in her hand. .

"Wu, Master Wu, this lady is...?"

"Oh, he's my friend at the high school." As he spoke, he handed the warm handbag in his hand to Quan Nagi, letting him hold it for warmth.

When the maid saw this scene, the scream in her heart could go through the roof, but she still asked with a slight smile on her face: "Then, how should Miss Nagi's room be arranged?"

"Just arrange it next to my room. Let's go in, it's too cold outside."

"Good, good!"

The maid, who had a lot of inner drama, was still dizzy by the sudden news, and didn't realize at all that the "Miss Nagi" that Gojo Satoru said to her was the male him.

After everything was arranged properly, when night fell, the attendants of the Gojo family suddenly spread such a rumor:

Young master Wu, who is about to succeed the head of the family, brought his wife, who has never been married, to meet the parents!