The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling Yao seems to have firmly believed that she is a pervert.

-Words and deeds, all abide by the words and deeds that I know I am a pervert, and take the initiative to keep a distance from others, for fear that my perversion will be rejected by others.

After returning from the mission, Noctua Zhengdao took out the candy from the cabinet and planned to hand it to Lingying as a reward for the mission.

However—the well-behaved little girl refused, and said righteously: "Teacher, don't give me a reward, I don't deserve it."

Ye Mo Zhengdao was puzzled, was he being modest?

But after getting along for a while, I feel that Ling Yao is not that kind of person, the little girl is always sincere.

He didn't think much about it, and put it directly into Ling Yao's pocket, "How could it not be worth it? You did a good job."

Ling Yao took out the candy and gave it back to Noctua Zhengdao.

Looking longingly at those candies, she was obviously reluctant to part with her, but she still insisted: "Thank you teacher, but I really don't deserve it."

Noctua was puzzled, "Can you tell me why?"

Ling Yao: "Because I'm a pervert."

Night Moth said rightly: "?"

Her gaze was still fixed on those colorful candies, and her intuition told her that those candies were really delicious.

But she can't have it, she doesn't deserve candy.

She is a pervert, and a pervert is not worthy of eating candy. A pervert should be punished deeply, sharpen her mind, cultivate her body and cultivate her character, until all the greed and selfish desires that should not be there are eliminated, and she becomes a normal person before she can enjoy the joys of the world.

This is what the book says.

She's a pervert now, so she can't have fun.

Noctua looked at the little girl right-way—with a reluctant but resolute exit from the office.

Can't figure it out.

When Xia Youjie came in, he asked, "Did you encounter a pervert in today's mission?"

- Hearing the word pervert, Xia Youjie probably guessed what Ling Yao said.

He sighed, "Teacher, I haven't met any pervert."

Ye Mozheng said: "Then why did Ling Yao suddenly say this?"

Xia Youjie also had a headache: "To be honest, I haven't figured it out yet."

Night Moth pondered for a while.

Nothing.

He really has no experience in raising little girls, and the female students under him are all a little older.

I really can't figure out what a little girl of this age is thinking.

After thinking about it, I told Xia Youjie: "You should ask during dinner. If you encounter any difficulties, solve them in time."

Xia Youjie remembered that Gojo Satoru had said similar things to himself.

So did he really experience raising a daughter in advance?

Why did this job turn upside down and fall into my own hands.

Fortunately, except for opening and closing his mouth to insist that he is a pervert, he is still normal at other times.

After eating, she had already consciously took out her homework and started to write, and would ask him questions that she didn't know how to do.

After finishing the homework, start reciting the bibliography step by step.

Write reading notes.

Compared with many rebellious children who don't like studying or reading, Ling Yao's self-management is really reassuring.

Probably before Gojo Satoru comes back tomorrow, he will be able to spend it smoothly like this.

perhaps.

At night, a seriously injured conjurer was sent to the conjuration specialist, and Jia Ruozi wanted to be lazy and leave the treatment to Ling Yao.

Originally, she was still thinking about what to say to Ling Yao, but in the end, Ling Yao walked over consciously, "Let me save him."

Jia Ruozi was very happy about this, "Then I'll wait for you to finish saving—let's go back to the dormitory together."

Ling Yao refused, "No need, Sister Nitzi, let's go back first."

Jia Ruozi was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect to be rejected, because Ling Yao usually likes to cling to her, "What's wrong?"

Ling Yao frowned, and said disappointedly, "Because I'm a pervert."

Home into the glass: "..."

—Seconds later, Jiarui Niuzi took out his mobile phone, "Did Wutiao bully you! I'll call and scold him for you!"

Ling Yao's expression became even more disappointed, with self-blame all over her face, "It's not his problem, it's my problem, it's my psychopath, I can't face him anymore."

"...?"

After the treatment was over, the family entered the glass to tidy up the infirmary.

Still unable to hold back, he sent a message to Gojo Satoru, "What did you do to Ling Yao?"

Gojo Satoru responded to the message in a timely manner this time, "?"

"Why do you even ask me that?"

Jia Ruozi: "Did anyone else ask you that?"

Just after I sent it, I sent another sentence: "Since so many people ask you like this, have you thought about it carefully, what did you do wrong?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru was mad, "I! I don't know! That idiot! What are you thinking!"

"I'm stuck together every day and don't know what other people are thinking? You're such a bad guy." Jia Ruozi sneered mercilessly.

"I really don't know what's going on today! She came to wake me up early in the morning, and then she changed the task inexplicably—— ignored me all day, I have no idea at all!"

Jia Ruozi suspected that he was blind, so he read the text message sent by Gojo Wu again, "Who told you to wake up? Do you still need someone to wake you up? You are alive and kicking all night without sleep, right?"

"Of course it's an excuse." To this, Gojo Satoru answered as a matter of course.

Jia Ruozi guessed what he was thinking, and groaned, "If the singer knew what you did, there would probably be one less conjurer in the conjuration world tomorrow."

"So she's single~" There was a grinning emoji after that, which was particularly unbearable.

Jia Ruozi was speechless: "I think you are not far from being single."

Since Gojo Satoru is not here tonight, there is no activity to watch a movie before going to bed, so Ling Yao goes to bed early.

She also had a very weird dream.

The scene in the morning repeated in the dream.

Gojo Satoru came out of the bathroom. When the yukata tie was not fastened, the hem of the yukata was wide and swaying, revealing his strong and lean waist.

Her reaction in the dream became sluggish, so before turning around in time, Gojo Satoru raised his head and saw her squarely.

Gojo Satoru in the dream moved in front of her in an instant.

Hitting her on the head hard, said: "Are you a pervert? - staring at me?"

The word pervert hit her heart, so she turned pale in shock and closed her eyes in a hurry, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, can you stop talking about me like that."

Gojo Satoru in the dream made her more at a loss than in reality, he kept calling her pervert like a devil.

Ling Yao frantically shook her head in denial.

Finally, Wujo Wuxiemei—smiled, took her hand and groped under his waist, "Why deny it! You are a pervert! You are a pervert!"

Ling Yao struggled desperately, but Gojo Wu in the dream smiled even more wickedly, the corners of his mouth were almost pulled to the ears.

So in the dream, her hand was pulled over like this, along his waist and down—touch——

Why furry?

Ugh, feels a bit like a bell's cat's head.

But the hair quality is not the same, it is harder than a cat's hair, and it is a bit longer...

What did she touch?

Don't men's private parts only have a lot of hair?

Ling Yao struggled not to overcome the curiosity in her heart, and slowly opened her eyes.

then.

She saw it—blue eyes.

The small sunglasses hung on the tip of her nose, and her exposed eyes were fixed on her body coldly like ice crystals, with a little impatience.

Her hand was on top of his head.

His silver-white and light-colored hair was crumpled into a ball between her palms.

Seeing that she opened her eyes, those ice-like eyes narrowed slightly, a little dangerously meaningless, "You still have ADHD when you sleep?"

He spoke indifferently.

Ling Yao regained consciousness, looked at Gojo Wujo who was about to beat someone up, and said uncertainly, "Am I still dreaming?"

Gojo Satoru hammered her on the head without saying a word.

it hurts.

He snorted coldly, "What do you think?"

In the end, instead of the tears he expected, he saw the little girl crying with joy, "It's great, I finally woke up, it's not just a dream, it's just as good as it is not a dream."

Ling Yao's reaction made him curious, and asked: "What dream did you have, tell me."

"..."

The little girl choked up, and the image of Wu Tiao Wu Xie Mei in her dream - Xiao Xiao holding her hand and touching down reappeared, and she was so scared that her scalp tightened.

"It's better not to...it's scary." She even couldn't help frowning.

Gojo Satoru became more interested, "It's the first time I've seen what you said was scary. You used to watch horror movies and said it was boring. What kind of dream is it? How scary is it?"

Following his blinking curious eyes, Ling Yao's mind overlapped the image in his dream just now, and closed his eyes in horror.

She shook her head again and again, "I don't want to recall it anymore, it's too scary."

"Okay." Gojo Satoru saw that the reaction to the ringing of the bell was really intense, so he didn't force her anymore. He raised his hand and pointed, "Then when are you going to put your hand down?"

Ling Yao was stunned, looking in the direction of his finger.

His own hand was still on top of Gojo Satoru's head.

As if being scalded, she flinched and withdrew her hand abruptly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

In my mind - the dream just now flashed past again, in the dream Gojo Satoru smiled charmingly at her, grabbed her hand - and kept touching it.

So that furry thing she touched...was it Gojo Satoru's hair.

so far so good.

It's really scary...

Ling Yao secretly breathed a sigh of relief here, but before she could breathe, the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed.

When she raised her eyes, the tip of Gojo Satoru's nose was close at hand.

He stood up, bent over her, and put his hands on her sides, covering her in the shadow of his body.

With the sudden shortening of the distance, his breath filled his nostrils, and his eyes fixed on her.

The already captivating blue became deeper because of his focused gaze, like an endless glacier.

The bell rang and flinched, always having a bad feeling, "Then you, what are you doing?"

"You have been inexplicable since yesterday morning, and many people have come to me to complain." His eyes were just a few centimeters in front of him, and his eyelashes were thick and thin. "Are you going to explain it yourself, or should I ask?"

"..."

Ling Yao shrank back, but her back was against the wall, and she couldn't retreat.

And in front of her was the tip of his nose that he could touch with a slight bow, and she was trapped in it with nowhere to escape.

She turned her face away, closed her eyes hopelessly, "..."

However, as soon as the eyelids are closed.

Every breath is filled with his breath, which is warm, fiery, and as clean as the spots of light in the gaps between branches and leaves at noon in midsummer.

His breath was like poison, tempting her thoughts to become even more incapable of thinking.

So the picture in my mind became more chaotic.

—A lot of things come out of time, so what kind of sac, or what kind of gland...

No, no, why is she still thinking about these things at this moment.

Is she really perverted?

Woo, she can't be a pervert, a pervert is not a good person and will be hated.

There is also the Wutiao Wuxiemei in the dream-she laughs and calls her perverted perverted perverted perverted.

I can't get rid of the word pervert in my mind, and I can't escape the word pervert, but, but she really doesn't want to be a pervert.

"Wait, wait, you, why are you crying?"

Gojo Satoru looked at the little girl in front of him and closed her eyes, and then began to cry.

He hastily raised his hand to wipe away her tears, but the little girl's tears fell even more fiercely.

"Wait—come on, Ling Yao, tell me what happened to you first!"

"Don't, don't cry, okay?"

"The bell rings?"

"..."

"I'm just scaring you. How can I really do anything to you? Don't cry. I won't ask, okay?"

After he finished speaking, Ling Yao looked up sobbingly, as if afraid of his repentance, "Really?"

Her eyes were wet from crying, and her eyelashes were covered with wet water stains.

Gojo Satoru got up and pulled a piece of paper, wiped the tears from her eyes, a little funny: "As for being scared to cry? When did I really treat you? You don't know how much I let you ?"

"..., I, I didn't cry because I was scared." Ling Yao closed her eyes, feeling the softness of his fingers, and pursed her lips.

Gojo Satoru looked at her face with eyes closed obediently, a little childish, her skin was as white as milk, and her eyelashes trembled slightly because of anxiety.

The tip of the nose is small, and further down, the lips are uneasily pursed into a straight line.

His Adam's apple rolled, and when he spoke again, he lowered his voice a little without noticing, "Why is that?"

Ling Yao was depressed in a low voice, "I can't say it. After I say it, you will call me a pervert."

"?" Wujou's fingers paused, "I still want to ask you, I heard that you have been calling yourself a pervert today?"

"..."

After a while, Ling Yao opened his eyes and asked him pitifully, "Can I not be a pervert?"

Gojo Satoru—with a puzzled face, "Did someone say that to you?"

Ling Yao thought for a while, "Yes."

"Who?"

"……,you."

Gojo Gojo endured it, and slapped her on the forehead, "Even if I let you, you still have a little sense of restraint, don't just say such rascal words, when did I say you are a pervert?"

"...a dream I just had."

"What do your dreams have to do with me?!"

"Then you don't think I'm a pervert outside of your dream, do you?" She cautiously probed.

Gojo Satoru glanced at her up and down, saw her cowardly expression, and sneered, "I hope you're a pervert."

Ling Yao was at a loss: "Why? Isn't a pervert a bad person?"

Gojo Satoru smiled—the tails of his eyes were raised, a little nasty, "When will you do something bad to me, Ringing? I'm always ready."

"..."

—The brains rushed to the forehead.

It was the Wutiao Wuxiemei in the dream again—smiling and dragging her hand to touch down.

Her back felt cold, and she stretched out her hand to push him away: "Pervert!!!"

Like a rabbit in a hurry, it jumps in a hurry, but it has no lethality.

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, and threw the tear-wiping paper ball into the trash can.

Get up and walk to the kitchen, "Wouldn't it be more normal to do this earlier? Get up and have breakfast."