On the Methods and Skills of Keeping Gods

Izumi Nagi followed Gojo Satoru into Gojo's house, he felt the breath of Sugawara Michizane so he didn't let go of his perception, so he didn't know anything when the other person next door knew about the rumors.

The maid who greeted him at the door with a warm handbag in the afternoon is now kneeling in front of Gojo Satoru with her head bowed tremblingly, not daring to look directly at him.

"Madam who hasn't passed the door..." Gojo Satoru repeated the rumor.

"I'm very sorry! Master Wu, it's me who taught you poorly, and let such unfounded rumors flow into your ears. I will definitely investigate thoroughly tonight! Stop this trend before the ceremony!"

Gojo Satoru said, "A thorough investigation? Why is there a thorough investigation?"

"Eh?" Not quite understanding what he meant, the maid slightly raised her head - nodded to see his expression.

Gojo Satoru smiled: "Don't worry about it, it's a pity that such interesting words are only spread among servants. But—"

He changed the subject, and his blue eyes pierced towards the maid like ice: "We can't let Nagi know, do you understand?"

"Yes, it is……"

Close the door gently, the maid is still thinking about what Master Wu said just now, wanting everyone to know the rumors but not letting Miss Nagi find out, this is... Master Wu, have you not dealt with the other party? !

The next day, just after Izumi had breakfast, I heard someone knocking on the door.

He opened the sliding door and saw that Gojo Satoru had also changed into a kimono.

"Let's go, I'll take you to visit Wujo's house."

After speaking, without waiting for Izumi Nagi to respond, she grabbed his hand and walked out.

Although tomorrow is the day of the ceremony, Izumi Nagi looked at the attendants rushing up and down the corridor, it seemed that there were still some preparations for the ceremony that had not been completed.

"It's really busy." Izumi sighed.

"Yeah, so that's the only way we can fish in troubled waters. Otherwise, when we go to certain places, we will always be reminded that we can't go or something. It's very annoying."

But since they have been reminded, it means that it is a more important place in Wutiao's house. Is it okay for you to take me there?

I really want to ask, but I can see that Izumi Nagi still didn't say it out of his high-spirited look.

In order to avoid the busy crowd, Gojo Satoru deliberately took him along a small path, looking at the well-trimmed flowers and trees and row upon row of houses around him, Izumi Nagi felt that the people around him were really a young master.

Turning a corner, they heard the sound of the feather shuttlecock beating on the board, walked over and saw that it was really two children playing a game of shuttlecock.

One of the children was stunned when he saw Gojo Satoru, and then he didn't catch the shuttlecock.Seeing that the little friend didn't catch it, the kid opposite him laughed happily, and wanted to draw a big cross on his face with a brush.

Seeing that he hadn't noticed yet, the child anxiously tugged on the other party's sleeve to signal him to look behind.He turned around strangely and saw Gojo Satoru with a big sister whom he had never seen before smiling at them.

"Wu, Uncle Wu! Are you home?" The two hurriedly put down their things, and obediently stood in front of Gojo Wu and the others to say hello.

There is nothing wrong with the etiquette of the two children, but Gojo Satoru became dissatisfied instead: "Why are you doing this all of a sudden? You two were not so obedient before."

The two of them looked at each other and whispered, "Because Uncle Wu, you will be the head of the house tomorrow. Mom and Dad said that you can't be so rude like before."

"Huh?" I didn't expect the reason to be so boring. He stretched out his two big hands and rubbed the heads of the two children vigorously, "Even if I am the head of the family, I can still treat you like this!"

"Wow! No, little uncle! There will be static electricity, and your hair will explode!"

Noisy and noisy—for a while, they finally escaped from Wujo Wu's claws. The two children didn't even bother to hold the shuttlecock, sticking their tongues at Wujo Wujo and ran away in a hurry.

"These two brats!"

Izumi Nagi has been watching them with a smile on the side, and after the two children have disappeared, he walked over and said: "Are they also children of the Gojo family? But the magic power..." It seems very weak.

Gojo Satoru didn't think much of it, and said very normally: "Yes, after all, there is me in this generation, and their situation is normal. Isn't it good not to be a magician in the future?"

Unexpectedly, he would have such an idea, Izumi Nagi looked at him in surprise.

Picking up the rackets and shuttlecocks that the little devils forgot to take away, Gojo Satoru asked, "Do you want to play?"

After taking the beat, Izumi Nagi looked at the delicate patterns on it and thought that when he was young, Masamichi Nobuga and Subaru Iwata would play with him during the Chinese New Year.

"Okay." This should be a happy memory, Izumi Nagi raised the corner of her mouth and looked at Gojo Satoru.

Then when he stood in his position, as soon as he raised his head, something like a cannonball rushed towards his front door, brushed his hair, and hit the wall behind him with a bang.

A smile froze at the corner of his mouth.Izumi Nagi turned her head and looked—the eyes almost sunk into the wall, silly ψ Sakura felt that this seemed to be the same as the memory of Shantou's brandish blowing male ∨ 謥阿格 scratching the snail?

The brush in Gojo Satoru's hand was stained with ink, and he walked over with a smile and said, "Hey, does Nagi think I can put water? 1-0, just let me draw it."

Looking at him blankly, why did I have such unrealistic delusions about Gojo Satoru?It is my fault.

Izumi Nagi raised her head and told him to quickly draw and continue with the next round.

Since the tip of the pen is full of ink but has not been able to fall, the black ink is attracted by gravity and gathers at the tip of the pen to form a full drop of ink dripping from the pen.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Quan Nagi urged: "Have you not figured out how to draw yet?"

His voice awakened Gojo Satoru: "Nagi, you—stare at me, I can't do anything. Just close your eyes~"

What are you doing?

Heartbroken Cong Huang Lun Nao Jia, but Izumi Nagi still closed her eyes obediently.

This time, without waiting for a long time, the cold tip of the pen fell on his face.Losing his sight, Izumi Nagi felt his sense of touch became more sensitive, and he could even feel the moistness left by the fine hairs on the tip of the writing brush as they passed over his skin and the ink dripped down.The ink was completely absorbed—part of his body temperature evaporated into water vapor, and the lost temperature made the back of Izumi Nagi’s neck unbearably aroused with goose bumps.

"Are you okay?" He couldn't help asking.

"..."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak when he obediently closed his eyes and raised his head obediently. He lowered his head and brought his face close to him. He could feel Izumi Nagi's breath and his eyelashes fluttering up and down because of the cold ink. .

It's so long... I didn't even notice it before.

Putting away his pen, he stood up and looked at——the little devils peeking out their heads from the corner of his eyes, stretched out their hands under their surprised expressions and silently "shh——".

The two children who just wanted to come back to get the toy back saw him like this, so they put their index fingers on their mouths to make an X, and then ran away as silently as possible. When they left, they did not forget to help their children Uncle stopped some people who wanted to pass.

Finding that the two children were quite eye-catching, Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "Okay~"

Opening his eyes and seeing him smiling like a sneaky cat, Quan Nagi couldn't help but wonder what the hell he painted on his face?He couldn't see without a mirror.

The second round is ready to start, this time Nagi Izumi will serve.Holding the feather shuttlecock, since the other party doesn't intend to let the water go to play for real, then he naturally has to show his real skills.It's also a good time to see how the physical training results have been during this period of time!

Throwing the shuttlecock, with a bang, the shuttlecock came to Gojo Satoru.

It's fast, but it's useless just to be fast~

— Swinging the racket, the shuttlecock was hit back with greater strength and faster speed.

With two clicks of wooden clogs, Izumi Nagi has come to the side of the shuttlecock.Sure enough, he can't win Wu Wu only by relying on strength and speed, but who said he intends to use these two to win?

The shuttlecock quickly shifted between the two people, even to the point where afterimages appeared.The two of them were clearly wearing kimonos and stepping on wooden clogs, but they seemed to have nothing to do with it—switching positions left and right in their respective venues.

With a slap, Izumi Nagi seems to have made a mistake in this blow, and it seems that he is going to go beyond the limit with too much force.

Believing in his own judgment, Gojo Satoru missed the racket even though his body had come to the edge of the shuttlecock, waiting for the shuttlecock to fall out of bounds.

Seeing him like this, Izumi frowned, the shuttlecock suddenly changed direction before it fell to the ground, Wujo Wujo watched helplessly as the shuttlecock turned and landed within the bounds.

"Really... When did you go to the widow?

"Who knows?" Walking to the place where the writing brush was placed, dipping in enough ink, Izumi Nagi looked at him with a smile on his face: "I would like to bet and admit defeat~"

Shrugging his shoulders, Gojo Satoru walked over, put his face in front of him and gave him a wink by the way: "Then Nagi, please make a good drawing~"

I want to pass the test again.

Izumi Nagi won't eat this again, and very indifferently drew a big circle around his closed eye!

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's wailing behind him, Izumi Nagi walked back to the field and signaled him to hurry up and not waste time.

So it was originally planned to take Izumi Nagi to visit Gojo's house, but the two of them were just so excited by the shuttlecock, and they fought back and forth-morning.As for who is the winner?Just look at the ink stains on the faces of the two people.

Holding a basin of warm water and two clean towels, the maids looked at the messy ink stains on Izumi Nagi's face and his young master's clean face with only a circle, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts that the other party was so disgusting. Let's live up to it!

How can you be so disrespectful to girls by playing games?Master Wu, you want to be lonely like this!

After receiving the towel handed over by the maid, Izumi Nagi said thank you and began to wipe the ink on her face.Fortunately, this is a special matching ink, which can be cleaned with water, otherwise I don't know how to participate in the ceremony tomorrow.

When he put down the towel and was about to return it to the maid, Gojo Satoru snatched the towel away: "Nagi, you still haven't wiped off a little, I'll help you."

Without waiting for Izumi Nagi's consent, she took the towel and hit the corner of Izumi Nagi's eyes.

Quan Nagi couldn't help but close one eye to make him move: "Are you ready?"

"Not yet." Putting down the towel, looking at the reddish corners of the other party's eyes, he realized that the strength just now was a little stronger.Staring at the smear of red, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, wiped it with his thumb, deepened its color, and then returned in satisfaction.

Only then did Izumi Nagi realize that the distance between the two of them was extremely close, to the extent that he might be able to touch him when he raised his head.

Seeing Gojo Wujo patronizing him, the circle on his face hadn't been wiped off yet, so he pointed to his eyes and said, "Wujo, yours haven't been wiped off yet."

Putting the dirty towel aside, picked up another clean towel and stuffed it under Izumi Nagi's hand umbrella - lying on Izumi Nagi's body.He grabbed Quan Nagi's hand holding the towel and put it on his face: "I helped Nagi wipe it for you just now, this time it's you who will help me."

What kind of strange speech of mutual help is this...

But the person was already lying down and didn't want to move, so Quan Nagi resigned to his fate and lowered his head to help him wipe off the ink stains little by little.His movements were much gentler than Gojo Satoru just now, at least no marks were left after wiping.

Patting Gojo Satoru on the forehead, Izumi Nagi said, "Okay, get up."

"Okay! By the way, the old man called me to go to the rehearsal in the afternoon, so I can't accompany you. You can just tell them what you need." Gojo Satoru pointed to the maid next to him when he sat up.

Maid: Master Wu, do you still know we are here?

"And, I have prepared the clothes for you to wear tomorrow, and they should come to help you by then."

"Clothes?" Quan Nagi said strangely, "Can't I wear the ones I brought?"

"Anyway, it's such an important moment for me, so of course I want you to dress up nicely - order! You don't have to worry about it, just let them come when the time comes. Time is running out, I have to go over there first. Let's go~"

No!

Izumi Nagi stretched out his hand, but Gojo Satoru slipped so fast that he disappeared without touching anyone with the corner of his clothes.

Is there any necessary connection between your big moment and what I wear?

I really don't understand...