The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling Yao really went back to the room and changed the skirt, and changed it very neatly, with a bit of anger.

When the door was opened, Gojo Satoru was still standing at the door.

With both arms folded in front of his chest, he lazily leaned against the door frame, blocking the door and also blocking the way of the bell.

Ling Yao wanted to go out through the door, but Gojo Satoru leaned to the side again, blocking her way.

"Why switch back?"

Ling Yao didn't even look at him, "It's not pretty."

Gojo Satoru: "It looks good."

Ling Yao began to push him, "It just doesn't look good."

Gojo Satoru stood there motionless, "I think it looks good."

"..."

Ling Yao still turned her face away, "You think it looks good, but I don't think it looks good."

Wujo Wuyi raised his eyebrows: "You think you are not good-looking, so why did you change it just now?"

"..." It took a long time for Ling Yao to hold back an answer: "I wanted to change just now, but I don't want to now."

"whispering sound--"

Gojo Satoru didn't discuss it with her, and directly pressed her shoulders to change her direction, and pushed her back into the room, "Change the skirt."

Ling Yao twisted her face awkwardly: "I won't change it."

"That's fine."

"?"

After he finished speaking, he followed into the room and closed the door behind his back.

There was a crisp sound of the door lock falling.

Gojo Satoru picked up the skirt thrown on the bed, smiled, "I'll change it for you."

"...?"

Ling Yao opened her eyes wide and looked at Gojo Wu in disbelief, "You, you, you pervert!"

Gojo Satoru was just talking to scare her, and didn't continue: "Then you change it yourself."

"...I won't change it."

"..."

Gojo Satoru looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled, "What's the matter? Sudden temper tantrum?"

Ling Yao lowered her head, "...I didn't lose my temper."

In the next second, Wujo Wu poked her forehead with a finger, "This is not called losing your temper. Then what do you call it?"

He poked it so unceremoniously that it hurt his forehead.

Ling Yao covered her forehead, and after a while, she said discouragedly, "I don't know why."

She picked up the skirt that she had just replaced, and pinched the lace on it, "Actually, I also think this skirt is beautiful, but I feel unhappy when you say that the skirt is beautiful..."

Gojo Satoru half understood, "Then what should I say?"

There is an answer in my heart ready to come out.

The answer that was still confusing just now seems to be very clear at this moment.

But she inexplicably felt awkward, "I don't know."

She pushed Gojo Satoru away, "I'm changing clothes, you go out first."

Gojo Satoru simply went out this time.

After Ling Yao changed her skirt, she straightened her hair in front of the mirror. She was awkward, but she still hoped that she would look good when she was with Gojo Satoru.

Get your hair done.

Open the door.

"What a beautiful little sister—"

An exaggerated scream suddenly exploded above his head, startling the bell.

Immediately afterwards, the figure blocking the door leaned over in front of her, smiling brightly, "Pretty little sister, will you go on a date with me?"

He put his hand in front of him, as if he was inviting him to a ball.

Ling Yao looked bewildered: "What are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "I invite you on a date. You are dressed so beautifully today, so of course you should be more formal."

His hand was still in front of her, and the palm was spread out in an invitation gesture.

"Put it up quickly."

Ling Yao put his hand up, and he clenched it tightly immediately, and at the same time, there was his arrogant voice: "Laugh if you want to, don't hide it."

Ling Yao immediately noticed the corners of her mouth that had crept up, and she quickly suppressed it, pretending to be calm: "I didn't smile."

"You obviously have a good laugh, don't you?"

"I do not have."

"Are you the one who lost his temper just now because I didn't praise her for being beautiful?"

"..." Ling Yao was made guilty by what he said, and she subconsciously tried to free her hand, "...It's your fault."

"Okay, it's my fault, next time I won't praise the skirt, I will praise you directly, is that okay?" Wujo Wu glanced at the hand she just broke free, and handed his hand in front of her again, "Hurry up , give me a lead."

"..."

Why does it feel weird.

Is it okay for him to ask to hold hands so confidently?

When Ling Yao arrived at the playground, there were many things to play, but she couldn't understand how to play them all.

I only heard a scream high above my head, another scream next to it, and cheers that exploded suddenly, one after another in my ears, and the bell rang. I looked here and there from time to time, and everything felt fresh.

But there are not many game items she can play.

A game that shakes too much, she is afraid that if she plays it... Uh, there will be embarrassing heat coming out.

There are also those kinds of water games. In fact, she really wants to row a boat, that is, the kind that suddenly rushes down from above.

However, she just lingered on it for a few more seconds, Gojo Satoru turned her head back directly, "No."

"...I just took a look." She suggested again: "When my period is over...can I play again?"

In the end, Gojo Satoru still gave her the same answer: "No."

"why?"

Gojo Satoru pointed.

It is the tourists who have just washed down from the water, rushing from top to bottom, the water splashes very high, and falls from a high altitude to wet the tourists.

Although it was already the end of summer, the clothes were still relatively thin. After the clothes were soaked in water, the fabric was close to the body, vaguely outlining the curvature of the body.

He said in a non-discussing tone above his head: "You are not allowed to play this kind of game."

He finished speaking for a long time, but there was no response from Ling Yao.

Looking down, he saw the little girl staring blankly at the direction he pointed at just now, and there was another wave of tourists rushing down from the water, screaming excitedly, and the atmosphere was very intense.

Gojo Satoru tapped her on the head: "I told you not to play, why don't you watch?"

"No...don't read it." The moment she withdrew her gaze, she was a little lost.

Her hand was still in his, but she turned and pulled him in the direction of leaving.

Such an abrupt and abnormal reaction made Gojo Satoru a little more puzzled. He looked back again, but he still didn't see anything unusual. He didn't know why Ling Yao had such a sudden reaction.

Just when he looked back, he suddenly caught something from the corner of his eye.

Ling shook his hand, and said in a relaxed tone, "I want to eat cotton candy."

"The bell rings." After confirming that he had read correctly just now, his tone softened inexplicably, "Next time, I'll play that with you."

Ling Yao was taken aback, she didn't know why Gojo Satoru, who was firmly opposed to it just now, suddenly said that, but she was a little absent-minded now, and didn't ask why.

She nodded, "Yeah."

When we arrived at the stand selling cotton candy, and bought the cotton candy we wanted to eat, Ling Yao asked, "Then what shall we play now?"

At this time, a young man suddenly rushed over from the booth.

He took a closer look at the booth, "Wow, fortunately, there are still cotton candy in this color. Boss, I want one in this color!"

The boss was taken aback by his rushing over, and handed him the cotton candy, "Young man, don't be frizzy, even if this color is gone, I can make another one for you, it's not for sale. It's gone."

The young man showed a suddenly realized expression: "So that's it! I'm sorry, I just came to Tokyo, and I'm not very familiar with these things yet."

"Shinichi, are you ready?"

Behind him, a woman's voice shouted this way.

The young man next to him turned his head and shook the cotton candy, "Wait a minute, I'm paying."

The young man named Shinichi opened his wallet, paid the money, and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the bell next to him.

His eyes stopped, and then he revealed a look of surprise, "It's you, little sister! Do you still remember me, even when the factory exploded in the morning, I still asked you for directions."

Ling Yao reluctantly raised a smile, and politely replied: "I remember you."

The hand he was holding was subconsciously clenched a little bit, because the woman who called his name just now was walking towards this side, and she said, "What's the matter, Shen Yi, have you met any friends?"

Shen Yi laughed: "I'm not a friend yet. I just came to Tokyo and I don't have any friends. It's the kid who showed me the way this morning. I didn't expect to meet again so soon."

He smiled brightly, "Well, let me just say it, we think we will meet soon, my intuition has always been accurate."

The woman nodded and smiled politely at Ling Yao, "I see, thank you so much."

Ling Yao held Gojo Wu's hand, forced a smile, "You're welcome, helping others is the right thing to do."

Shen Yi got the marshmallows and the change, and soon disappeared into the sea of ​​people together with the figure of the woman.

Holding the cotton candy bamboo stick in Ling Yao's hand, she took small bites, the soft cotton candy melted in her mouth, her lips were filled with sweetness, but she suddenly felt that the cotton candy wasn't that sweet either.

Until their figures completely disappeared in the crowd.

Only then did Ling Yao pull Gojo Satoru's hand, "Let's go too, what are we going to play?"

Gojo Satoru also acted as if the scene just now hadn't happened. When he spoke, he pointed to the roller coaster whizzing past his head, "Go play that one?"

"it is good."

At the end of this round, Gojo Satoru pulled Ling Yao and went up in line. He helped Ling Yao fasten the safety gear, and said with a smile, "If you get scared later, you can get into my arms directly. I welcome you anytime."

"...I won't be afraid."

However, without refuting that sentence, she got into his arms.

So when the facility started, the vehicle began to accelerate at a height of several meters.

Some tourists on the facility have already started screaming, some are whistling in a lively atmosphere, some are timid and afraid in advance, making a lot of noise.

Ling Yao looked down at the playground that was getting farther and farther away from the ground. It was crowded with people, and it was already impossible to distinguish their faces, but even if they could see clearly, the people they met just now could no longer be found.

But she couldn't stop looking into the crowd.

When the vehicle moves at high speed and the wind blows, the figures on the ground can no longer be seen clearly.

She turned her head and buried it in Gojo Satoru's bosom, and he hugged her as if he had been ready for a long time.

The tourists in the car were already extremely excited because of this acceleration. They were either scared or excited and screamed loudly, piercing their eardrums.

Ling Yao's thoughts were brought back to that night.

The fireflies lingered around her fingertips, and she gently pressed against the foreheads of Suzu Miki and Suzuzawa, erasing their memories about herself, and then returned to the place she should go back to.

The hands hugging her covered her back, patting very lightly.

Contrary to his usual arrogant and irritating appearance, like the color of his eyes, it is easy to think of the sky and the ocean.

When getting off the game facility, Ling shook his eyes.

She blinked her eyes, recovered her emotions, and said as usual: "What shall we play next?"

However, Gojo Satoru did not answer.

When passing by an ice cream stand, I bought an ice cream, Ling Yao subconsciously reached out to pick it up, but Wujo Wu moved his hand away, and glanced at her: "Glass said, you can't eat ice cream at this time."

Ling Yao was startled: "But you bought it."

Gojo Gojo smiled brightly: "I bought it for myself."

"..."

"Don't look at me, you can't eat if you're not happy."

"……Oh."

"The bell rings."

"..."

"Under what circumstances would you erase other people's memories of you?"

"..."

Gojo Satoru knocked on her head, "Answer."

"ice cream."

Gojo Satoru knocked her on the head again, "I don't want to talk about falling down, but ice cream, don't even think about it."

"..."

1 minute later.

Gojo Satoru: "Hey, brat, under what circumstances would you erase other people's memories of you?"

Ling shook her head, staring at the ice cream: "..."

"—Tch." Gojo Satoru swallowed the ice cream in one gulp, threw the package into the trash can next to him, and swallowed the ice cream: "Don't talk about throwing it down."