The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

I got on the earliest train, and drove back to Gaozhuan in the uncongested carriage in the early morning.

The seats were next to each other, and Ling Yao sat inside by the window.

Waking up early in the morning, Ling Yao was extremely sleepy, her head knocked groggyly, bumping against the glass window from time to time, sometimes so hard that she was woken up in a daze.

But she was really sleepy, so she didn't even bother to open her eyes. After waking up, she adjusted her head a little and continued to sleep.

Until, a hand was placed over her head.

He pulled her over and leaned on his shoulder.

The original drowsiness was awakened instantly at this time, but she still closed her eyes, pretending that she was in a deep sleep and didn't notice it.

His shoulder has a light taste, like the twinkling stars, like the morning mist, like... the kiss he fell on the forehead.

Ling Yao found that she could no longer fall asleep.

There were not many passengers in the vehicles in the morning, and it was so quiet that there was only the sound of wheels rolling across the road, and the light was not too strong. It was originally a very suitable environment for sleeping.

But when those tiny rays of light passed by her eyelids, only the kiss in the morning was infinitely enlarged and clearly played in front of her eyes over and over again.

Just like that, Ling Yao pretended that she was sleeping all the way to catch up on sleep until she got off the car.

This part of the way back to the college did not use her legs anymore, because the path was familiar, Gojo Satoru directly used long-distance teleportation to bring her back to the college dormitory.

In the blink of an eye, she had returned to the long-lost dormitory.

Gojo Satoru opened the door and pushed her into the dormitory.

When she turned her head, Gojo Gojo was smiling brightly at her, "I'll go to Mr. Ye Moth, hurry up and make up your homework."

Do, work.

Ling Yao woke up in an instant, her expression immediately became terrified, and she didn't care about Gojo Enlightenment, and rushed straight into the room.

The desk was already covered with a layer of dust because no one was there for several days, and her homework was placed on it.

No... It can't be called good, because she left in a hurry and didn't go back to the room, so the windows were not closed. During the period, it rained heavily, and the wind blew the rain in, and the homework on the top few pages had been soaked by the rain. After soaking and drying, the handwriting is blurred and the paper surface is blurred.

... In this way, can I still hand it in?

Will the teacher dislike it?

……… Will it, won’t it?

Ling Yao was holding her homework, feeling extremely desperate.

She quickly tore a few pieces of paper to wipe off the dust on the desk and chair, she didn't plan to make up for sleep, and started to rush homework at the speed of life and death.

However, something seemed a little wrong... She was obviously very nervous to catch up with homework, but she kept repeating that kiss on the forehead over and over again in her mind.

Why did you suddenly kiss the forehead?

The nib of the pen stopped suddenly like this, and a small dot of ink fell at the end of the stroke.

It just so happened that the phone vibrated at this time, and it was only when the bell rang that I realized it belatedly. Before I left, I took out the phone to charge it, and it was already fully charged, and I don't know who would contact her during the period.

She quickly took out her phone.

turn on.

It was Momoi May.

Momoi Wuyue sent her a message just now: "Ling Yao, why haven't you replied to my message for so many days? Did something happen?"

Going forward, it was Momoi Wuyue who sent a text message to care about how her homework was doing, and asked her if she needed an answer. If it was too late, she could send her the answer.

But because he didn't bring his mobile phone with him, the ring still didn't answer.

Ling Yao unplugged the charger and called Momoi Wuyue.

The phone was connected quickly, and Momoi Wuyue's voice came from the other end: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooophone!

Ling Yao quickly explained: "There was an unexpected incident... I didn't have time to bring my mobile phone, but don't worry, I'm fine, it's just that I was delayed for a few days, I didn't have time to write my homework, and I'm rushing now."

"It's fine if you're fine. I've finished my homework. If you don't have time, I can send you all my homework!"

Ling Yao felt as if she had been saved, and she was so moved that she wanted to cry: "Thank you so much, May, I... I'll treat you to something to eat when school starts, and you can eat whatever you like."

"It's okay, it's okay! There are still a few days before school starts, and it's completely in time, don't worry."

Ling Yao doesn't have many good friends, and Momoi Wuyue has a good personality, and she doesn't feel so anxious after making a phone call.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yao received the homework answer sent by Momoi Wuyue, and started rushing non-stop.

Gojo Satoru said to go to Teacher Noctua, but he didn't come back for a long time. He had breakfast too early, and before it was lunch time, Ling Yao was already hungry.

There was still time for homework, and my hands were sore from writing, so Ling Yao put down the pen.

When she came back, she was so focused on doing her homework that she didn't even have time to change her clothes, so she took a shower first, and when she was changing, she took out the ring from her pocket.

It was Wujo Satoru who gave her the ring on the Ferris wheel.

It was night and the light was too dim to see clearly enough, and it was too late when I came back, so I didn't take a good look at the ring.

It was only at this time that she realized that the ring was of a very simple style, not so much plain... more precisely, it was ancient.

Like a product of a previous era.

Under the light, there is an old halo, but it has a heavy magic power, which makes people can't help but look again and again.

Ling Yao put the ring back into her pocket, and walked along the stone road to the office of Night Moth Zhengdao.

The door of the office was closed tightly, and no voice could be heard from inside, and it was not known whether Gojo Satoru was still inside.

She sent a text message to Gojo Satoru, "Are you still at Teacher Ye Moth's place?"

Gojo Satoru received it and replied quickly: "Miss me?"

Even in the shriveled words, it seems that his unscrupulous smile can be seen.

The light slanted down from the eaves and scattered at her feet.

She replied with one word: "Yes."

Gojo Satoru was surprised that she would admit it so directly, so he didn't tease her harshly again, "Soon."

After receiving the reply, Ling Yao put down the phone.

She sat on the steps of the promenade, the side in front of the eaves was just perfectly sunny, and she took out the ring from her pocket again.

The ring is thin and small, and her fingers are not enough to wear it. It can only be worn on the thumb and middle finger so that it will not loosen, but it doesn't look good on the thumb...

Ling Yao picked up the phone again and opened the web search.

- Can the ring be worn on the middle finger?

The first answer that pops up on the webpage is: Wearing a ring on the left middle finger means that two people are already engaged, and wearing a ring on the right middle finger symbolizes that two people are in a state of love.

"..."

Ringing closed this page.

And open the next one.

The answer to the next one is: the left hand represents marriage, and the right hand represents love. If the ring is worn on the middle finger of the right hand, it means that you have fallen in love with your lover.

"..."

"—squeak."

Behind him, the office door opened.

The mobile phone in her hand was like a burning fire, Ling Yao hastily turned off the mobile web page, and in a flurry of movements, the ring pinched between her fingers fell off.

Sliding and rolling along the stone slab crisply.

Under the golden light, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collisions, a dazzling arc was drawn.

In the next second, Wu Tiao Wu's long legs were behind her, only to hear him laugh softly behind her, "Why are you sitting here?"

Ling Yao hurriedly jumped down the steps to pick up the ring.

However, the gaps in the stone road were covered with weeds, covered by bushes, and the ring rolled far away. She searched for it for a while but couldn't find it.

But it was not difficult to find, she saw the figure of the ring.

Just as he was about to pick it up, Gojo Satoru had already walked over, leaning over to pick up the ring first.

He stood up straight, looked at the ring between his fingers with lowered eyelids, loosened the corners of his lips, and looked up: "Isn't it just to look at the ring, why are you so nervous?"

Ling Yao stretched out her hand, wanting to take it back from his hand, but in vain.

"give me back."

Gojo Satoru sneered, his blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight, "I just gave it to you last night, so I said 'return it to you' so soon."

"..." Knowing that he was teasing on purpose, but still feeling guilty, she whispered, "But if you give it to me, it's mine."

"Do you want to give you something else?"

"……don't want."

Gojo Satoru bent his lips and leaned in front of her, "Why do you want the ring for you, but don't want anything else, you're quite picky?"

"..."

After a pause, Ling Yao said honestly: "Because you always laugh at me, after you give me something, you will definitely laugh at me, just like what you did just now... If you just gave it to me last night, I'll just say 'return'. "

"—That's it." He lazily emphasized, without any intention of repentance.

However, he didn't say anything about it.

Instead, he took her hand, held the ring with the other hand, looked at it for a while, probably looking at which finger would fit, finally chose the middle finger, and put the ring on.

Ling Yao suddenly remembered the text she had just searched on the phone.

What does the middle finger and the middle finger represent? It seems that there are left and right hands, one is passionate love and the other is engagement, but she is suddenly confused and can't remember which side means engagement and which means passionate love.

When her brain was muddled, Gojo Satoru was still staring at her hand, seemingly dissatisfied, and said casually: "The fingers are still too thin, and it feels like the middle finger is easy to fall off. Why don't you hang it on the necklace as a pendant, and wear it when you are older."

When she raised her eyes, she saw Ling Yao's silent face.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Why are you blushing?"

"..."

Ling shook his hand back.

Then hid his hands behind his back.

Still do not speak.

Gojo Satoru looked at her childish behavior and found it funny: "What are you doing hiding?"

"..."

Ling Yao lowered her head and whispered, "What else are you going to give me?"

"I just made a slip of the tongue, but what I want to give you is not something."

Ling Yao was taken aback, raised his head, and asked blankly, "What is that?"

He lifted his chin lightly, and nodded towards her back, a little carelessly, his eyebrows raised but extremely arrogant, "I put the ring on for you, so it's for you - me."

"I'm a human being, how can I be considered a thing?" He squinted his eyes, the sun shone on his skin, making those eyes shine brightly.

It took a long time for Ling Yao to say something from his stuck consciousness, "You are nothing... how does this sound like a curse."

He bent down slightly and took her hand hidden behind him.

Looking down at the ring on her finger, he led her along the stone road.

His figure was in front of him, the sun was strong, bright and dazzling.

The spot of light sometimes falls on his silver-white light-colored hair, and sometimes jumps on his shoulders, like his carelessness at this time, and also like the unique sharpness between his eyebrows and eyes.

He pinched her ring-wearing middle finger, the corners of his mouth curled up brightly, and he said pointedly: "It's really nothing."