The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

On the way back, Ling Yao was obviously silent for a long time.

Although she was always quiet, she was obviously depressed at this time, and she kept looking out of the car window, as quiet as if she had fallen asleep.

Xia Youjie edited the text message on his mobile phone and planned to send it to Wutiao Wu.

But in the end, I still deleted it, and only sent one sentence, "Ling Yao is not very happy, you can ask after you come back."

After sending the text message, Xia Youjie put away his phone and didn't wait for a reply.

His head was tilted up, his eyes fell on the ceiling of the car roof.

There is the sound of vehicles driving in my ears, mixed with the heat of summer.

The air was filled with the smell of sweat from the crowd, and the pungent smell of instant noodles that some people ate. Mixed together, it didn't smell good.

There were crying children, parents yelling, and other passengers complaining impatiently.

All this, in the hot summer days, is particularly irritable.

He closed his eyes, trying to be quiet.

But with the infinitely magnified senses, the rising irritability seems to have penetrated into the blood of the heart from the limbs and bones, and it cannot be relieved for a moment.

Get off and go back to the high school.

Ling Yao went straight back to her dormitory.

It was hot and she turned on the air conditioner, but it was still hot in the room before the air conditioner dropped the temperature.

She turned on the electric fan again, sat in front of the table, and the fan blew wildly on her forehead.

After finally cooling down, she noticed that her phone was vibrating.

When she picked it up, the incoming call on the phone was still vibrating tirelessly.

——Grow up quickly, idiot.

This is Gojo Satoru's remarks.

Every time he calls, this line of words jumps on the screen.

After a while, she got through.

As soon as the phone was connected, a voice that I hadn't heard for several days came from the other end, with a long tone, "Bell—shake—?"

Ling Yao was blowing on the fan, looking at the rapidly spinning fan blades, "Is there something wrong?"

Instead, he laughed, "So indifferent, it seems that he is really unhappy? What's the matter, tell me."

"Did Xia You tell you?"

"Otherwise, I can't install surveillance on you, right?"

The sound of the fan turning and humming.

"..."

While she was silent for a while, Gojo Satoru heard the sound of a fan in front of her, "Why don't you turn on the air conditioner?"

"I opened."

"Turn on the air conditioner and blow the fan? You don't have to worry about catching cold." Gojo Satoru said, "Turn off the fan."

After sitting in the room for a while, it has actually cooled down.

She stared at the rotating blades of the fan, and when she spoke, her tone was blunt and willful for no reason, "I won't turn it off."

"..."

I started to regret it after I finished speaking.

Why would I say such a thing? It's completely unreasonable.

After hesitating for a while, she apologized rationally.

However, she heard Gojo Satoru's laughter.

He didn't seem to be annoyed by her sudden unreasonableness, but instead laughed happily.

"...What are you laughing at?" Ling Yao suddenly felt ashamed for being arrogant just now.

After finally being unreasonable once, why did the other party react like she was joking.

He stopped his laughter and said with a smile: "No way, what is it that makes you so unhappy?"

"..."

It's okay not to mention it, but I feel even more depressed after mentioning it.

As if the bell was ringing angrily, I turned the fan up to a higher gear, and the humming sound of the fan became louder.

Gojo Satoru heard this, and said reproachfully, "I asked you to turn off the fan, but you turned it on even louder?"

"..." She was blowing on the fan with her head sullen.

The broken hair on her forehead was blown away, and the wind was directly facing her forehead. The air volume was so strong that she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

Gojo Satoru began to threaten her fiercely: "You better not let me find you sick when I come back."

The bell rang once.

Keep on blowing the fan.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Two days later, Gojo Satoru returned from his mission.

He went back to his room, took a shower, changed his clothes, and went directly to Ling Yao's room.

When I pushed the door, it couldn't be opened. The door was locked from the inside.

Gojo Wujo knocked on the door, "Ling Yao, what are you doing? Why are you locking it? Open the door for me!"

"..."

After waiting for a while, still no one opened the door.

Not even a footstep.

Gojo Satoru curled the ends of his hair in front of his forehead, rolled it up, let it go, and rolled it up again.

After playing like this for a few rounds, he smiled lazily, "Okay, you like to lock back, don't you?"

He let go of the ends of his hair and walked away from the door without looking back.

A few seconds later, Ling Yao heard a familiar voice coming from the window.

Accompanied by the huge crashing sound of glass shattering into thousands of pieces, it was like a glass fortress being shattered in an instant, vigorously.

Startled, she turned around.

Gojo Satoru just jumped up from the window, squatted on her window, and smiled arrogantly at her: "Hi—Xiaoling Shake."

He turned his back to the daylight outside, and the bright light outlined his silhouette as a winding Milky Way.

The starlight fell on the ends of his hair, embellished in the bottom of his eyes, among the countless rays of dazzling sunlight, he was the shining sun.

The smile is also dazzling, arrogant, and unbeatable.

In the moment when she was in a daze, Gojo Satoru jumped down from the window sill, and walked in front of her with long legs.

He squatted down to be at eye level with her.

Those beautiful eyes scanned her up and down, and then smiled, "Isn't this good, why did you lock the door?"

"..."

Ling Yao sat in the middle of the room, staring at him blankly.

Gojo Satoru was a little puzzled, "Why are you looking at me like this? No way, would you be so scared?"

As soon as he spoke, Ling Yao blinked and regained consciousness dully.

His eyes fixed on the window sill behind him, "Why did you break my window, how can I explain to Teacher Ye Moth?"

"Huh? Tell the truth." He rolled his eyes and smiled without any anxiety, "Just say Wujou broke it."

"..."

"Oh."

She turned back.

Continue to fold the paper stars in your hand.

The one in her hand had already been folded in half, but Gojo Satoru interrupted it. She continued to fold it, and then threw it into the bottle in front of her.

After the paper star fell into the bottle, it swayed a few times at the bottom of the bottle before it settled down.

Gojo Satoru looked at the bottle of paper stars in front of her, then at the origami strips in his hand, and then at the way Ling shook his head and folded the stars and didn't want to talk to him.

"Since when did you start folding stars?"

The bell rang and folded the stars, and answered him: "I bought it yesterday when I was doing a task."

He asked, "Why did you buy this?"

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Gojo Satoru let out a long sigh, and said with a smile, "Give it to me?"

Ling Yao glanced at him and continued to fold paper stars, "I can give it to you if you want it."

"..."

Gojo Satoru squinted his eyes, "What do you mean you can give it to me if you want it? Didn't you give it to me?"

"It's not a gift."

"What are you upset about?"

"Because..." She stopped suddenly, opened her eyes wide, looked at Gojo Gojo's expression of squinting and smiling, and realized belatedly, "Are you telling me something?"

He smiled and nodded, "It seems that you have become a little smarter during your time in the college."

"..."

The bell rang and turned back, continuing to fold the paper stars.

After a while, I answered him, "I don't know yet."

"——?" Gojo Satoru was speechless, "Didn't you be unhappy two days ago? What do you mean you don't know now?"

Ling Yao thought he was noisy, "Don't bother me, okay, anyway, I'll find out later."

Wujo Wuqi laughed, and simply sat down beside her, "Okay, I won't bother you, but please tell me, what time is it?"

Ling Yao folded one and threw it into the bottle, "I'll know after folding the stars."

Take a new strip of paper and fold one off.

Gojo Satoru looked at how many papers there were, and looked at her speed, it would probably take an afternoon to fold them.

"The bell rings."

He spoke abruptly beside him.

Ling Yao: "You say."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, "I'm sleepy."

Ling Yao turned her head to look at him, feeling that he was puzzled, "Then sleep."

He looked around her room, "Where should I sleep? I can't sleep in your bed, can I?"

Ling Yao also felt that something was wrong, "You..."

He was talking to himself, and interrupted her speech carelessly, "I don't mind? - So, can I sleep in your bed?"

Ling Yao looked at the face that was close to her when she was talking, and was blinking at her right now.

Very nasty teasing.

She pushed his face away, "No."

She pushed his face away from me, "I'm so disappointed."

The tone was light and fluffy, and the disappointment he said was not convincing at all.

He took her hand off and continued to sit next to her, "Don't worry, I won't sleep in your bed, you can continue folding the stars, and tell me why you are unhappy when you finish folding?"

"Ah."

Ling Yao retracted her hand, and took another piece of origami paper.

Unfold, fold.

However, she just had time to fold a paper mark when her shoulders suddenly sank.

Gojo Satoru's voice became much closer.

Right next to her ear, his voice was low and soft, as if he was talking in sleep, "but lend me your shoulder to sleep, can you?"

"..."

The origami froze in his hand, and he didn't fold the second paper mark for a long time.

There was a slight weight on her shoulders, his head was resting on her shoulders, and the tip of her hair was against her neck, soft and itchy.

He seemed to be planning to settle down, and took off his glasses, put them in front of him, and closed them comfortably.

The voice close to the ear was low and lazy, "Wake me up when it's folded."

After a long while, Ling shook his throat before he uttered a syllable, "En."

The sun is tilted, and the broken glass windows are like a torrent vent, and the broken pieces are scattered all over the place, shining like stars under the light.

Bell shook stiffly and remained motionless, only the stars were folded by fingers.

The room fell silent.

There was only the shallow breathing by the ear, and when the tip of his hair was blown by the wind, it brushed against her neck, but it seemed that it wasn't just the skin that was itchy, but also the throbbing overflowing from the chest cavity.

She tried to speak, "...Enlightenment?"

"..."

No one answered in her room, his chin moved slightly, and the corners of his chin rubbed against his shoulder, like a cat playing coquettishly on her shoulder.

Even the voice couldn't help but soften, "Are you really asleep?"

"I'm asleep." He whispered in her ear.

"It's a lie, it's still talking."

He laughed, very shallow, and his breath passed gently between her neck.

The soft answer was tired and lazy like a cat, "What's the matter with you kid, disturb me to sleep."

His reproach seemed careless, more like acting like a baby.

"..."

Ling Yao was sitting upright from beginning to end, not even daring to turn his head to look at him.

In the end, I finally folded all the stars.

She brought over the bottle full of stars, paused, and tried to wake him up, "Wu, I'm done folding."

But he was lying on her shoulder, not intending to get up: "Then you talk."

"The question is serious, you should sit up." She suggested.

Gojo Satoru didn't have the slightest intention to obey, but instead leaned deeper into her shoulder and neck, the rogue was confident, "No."

"Then... I'll just say it straight."

"Ah."

Holding the star bottle, she said, "Why did your fiancée break up with you?"

--hiss.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window was too loud.

After the window was broken, the cicadas were much louder, so clear that they seemed to drown out all other sounds.

Originally, I thought Gojo Wu's reaction would be very strong, because the fiancée matter was considered a private matter, something that even Xia Youjie didn't know, it was considered an extremely secret private matter.

That's why she struggled for so long, not knowing whether to ask or not.

But actually, Gojo Satoru didn't seem to respond at all.

He was still lazily leaning on her shoulder, like a cat basking in the sun.

Gojo Satoru raised his hand and held it in front of her.

Extend a finger.

"First, I don't have a fiancée."

Then he stretched out another finger, "Second, you are unhappy because of this, why did you ask after folding the stars, what is the connection between the two?"

Holding the bottle of stars, Ling Yao said softly, "I'll ask you for odd numbers, but not for even numbers."

Then she heard Gojo Gojo chuckle, "Then I should thank the stars?"

Ling Yao didn't understand, "Why should I thank the stars?"

"Thanks that it is an odd number. If it is an even number, a stupid child will probably be unhappy for many days."

"..." Ling Yao understood, Wujo Wu was saying that her behavior was childish, she pursed her lips, "I'm not happy because I'm depressed, and it doesn't bother you."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru, who had been leaning on her shoulder and refused to leave, finally sat up.

It's just that he didn't sit up straight back, leaning forward in front of her, approaching her suddenly, his tall figure felt a little oppressive.

Arms resting on her side, very close to her.

He was so close that he could see his blue eyes, which were as blue as the sea of ​​stars, without the cover of the small sunglasses, the blue was particularly breathtaking.

He looked at her quietly, his eyelashes were thick and thin. After a while, he suddenly smiled at her, "Don't you know what it means to like someone? I'll teach you."

"What about the first point—"

"..."

The humming of cicadas became louder.

Surrounded by his arms and body, Ling Yao could only unconsciously hold the glass bottle tightly, only to belatedly realize that he was nervous.

"When you are unhappy, I will be more unhappy than you."

"Second point, when I don't know what you are unhappy about, I will be more irritable than you."

"So please, if you have any questions in the future, don't ask Zhi Xingxing, just come, ask, me."

He lowered his head and looked at the star bottle in her hand.

Take it directly.

Empty hands.

Then came his bright smile, "Then I will accept it?"

Bright daylight.

Noisy cicadas.

The blue eyes in front of her clearly reflected her nervous and bewildered appearance, as if it filled a whole summer afternoon.