The Law of the Heart of the Strongest Magician

Ling Yao couldn't help but touch her own neck, worried that there would be traces showing through the collar of her school uniform.

During class break, Momoi Wuyue noticed her small movements and asked with concern: "Did you have a stiff neck last night? I saw you always touching your neck."

Ling Yao could only smile awkwardly: "I don't have a stiff neck."

When I walked out of the bathroom, I passed the mirror and saw myself reflected in the mirror. In fact, the quality of sleep was very good last night. She slept very deeply, and her complexion looks much better today.

She couldn't help but think of the photos that Gojo Satoru took in less than ten seconds when he was perfunctory with her last night.

...It's too perfunctory.

But there are no other good-looking photos in his album, so he had to replace him with a landscape photo.

There are a lot of photos in her mobile phone, and she used her mobile phone to take pictures before.

Ling Yao selected several group photos that she thought looked good, and sent them to Gojo Wu.

Not all the photos have been sent, only one or two have been sent successfully, and the rest are still in the queue.

But Gojo Satoru had already received the message.

And gave her a question mark back.

Ling Yao explained to him: "You pick one you like and set it as a wallpaper."

Wujo Wuhui: "Neither of them like it."

"?" It was Ling Yao's turn to issue a question mark.

She pressed the keyboard and typed quickly: "Say it again."

His beating voice could be heard through the text, "What's the matter, Xiao Lingyao, why are you being so fierce to me now?"

"What's wrong with you."

"Yes, my wife is right."

"..."

Ling Yao stared at the screen for a long time before slowly typing: "Why are you so easy to talk now? You were not like this before."

"What was I like before?"

He is suspected of knowingly asking.

Ling Yao still tried to describe it to him: "You used to be very fierce, you would scold me and beat me at every turn, very violent and terrifying."

"?" Gojo Satoru's tone seemed to be gradually becoming dangerous: "Okay, then you can go home after school tonight and wait."

Ling Yao: "Why? Do you still want domestic violence?"

"Yeah, I'm violent."

Ling shook her neck, but felt that there was no need to be afraid of him, and he would not really beat herself.

So he boldly said again: "Then you choose a photo to change the wallpaper first."

"None of these are suitable."

Ling Yao's eyes widened, and she looked through the photos she sent in the chat history again, all of which were carefully selected group photos.

She couldn't believe it: "Where it doesn't fit, I think everything fits."

"Is get out of class over now?"

"Yes."

"Then take a picture now."

Although she was reluctant, Ling Yao still turned on the camera. She adjusted the lens again and again, but she couldn't take a picture that she thought was good-looking.

As soon as she thought that Gojo Satoru was going to set the photo as a wallpaper, she felt that no matter how she took it, it would not look good enough.

Finally, she gave up.

And to Wutiao Wuhui: "I don't take pictures."

"Then I'll take a picture for you when I get home."

Ling Yao was puzzled: "Why do you have to take photos now? What didn't you like about the previous photos?"

Stared at the screen for a while.

Until class, Ling Yao didn't wait for Gojo Satoru's reply.

She probably couldn't look at her phone when she suddenly got busy, but she was about to go to class, so she put her phone away.

The next class is physical education, Ling Yao followed Momoi Wuyue to the locker room to change.

She was still thinking about the marks on her skin, and before taking off her clothes, she carefully checked whether the marks on her chest were still there.

After confirming that those traces were gone, she boldly took off her clothes and put on her sportswear.

Turning her head around, seeing Shang Momoi Wuyue's scrutinizing eyes, Ling Yao felt guilty for a moment, thinking that she had discovered traces that she hadn't noticed.

He asked very guiltyly, "Mayue, what are you looking at?"

Momoi Wuyue smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "It's nothing, I just feel that Ling Yao has developed better now than when she was in junior high school."

Ling Yao lowered her head and glanced at her breasts. In fact, she also felt that she had grown a lot compared to when she was in middle school...

But I can't help but think of the photo album I saw in Gojo Satoru's mobile phone.

A string of beautiful sisters with big breasts is drawn down.

This little bit of her seems a bit insufficient.

She told Gojo Satoru about this last night, but as a result, she was already laying down and going to sleep, but she was tossed around very late, so she decided to ignore the problem of breast development for the time being.

Today's weather is very repetitive.

It rained in the morning, and it was sunny at noon. In the afternoon, the physical education class was overwhelmed by clouds, and it was so hot that I was sweating.

The teacher organized running and playing ball. The boys exercised a lot, and they were so hot that their clothes stuck to their vests. Later, when they were free to move around, the boys went to play ball by themselves. They didn’t pile up with the girls in the class anymore, so they simply took off their shirts.

The rain fell suddenly. Compared with the girls who were afraid of getting wet, the boys had already taken off their shirts and were still running in the rain without haste.

This kind of rain is the most hasty. From the time when the big raindrops fell, it kicked off the prelude to the torrential rain. It took less than a minute from the raindrops to the heavy rain.

Everyone is well aware of the temper of this kind of rain, and they hurried back to the locker room from the moment the big raindrops fell densely.

Ling Yao was unlucky. He tripped next to the long jump bunker in the teaching building next to the court and fell headlong into the bunker.

The rain fell down with a crackle, and the sand stuck to the rain and stained the whole body.

When Ling Yao returned to the dressing room, fortunately there were not many people there, otherwise it would be too embarrassing and embarrassing for others to see her now covered in sand and wet.

When she opened her cabinet and found out the towel, she heard the phone vibrate in the cabinet.

It was a message from Gojo Satoru.

"It's raining too much, don't go to the club today, just come out after school, I'm at the door."

The palms of the hands were covered with sand that fell down, and the moment I picked up the phone, the sides of the phone were covered with sand.

Ling shook his nose and sniffed, and called him back.

She was the only one in the locker room, and the others ran fast. They hurried back to the locker room before they got wet in the rain, changed their clothes and left early.

The room was exceptionally quiet, and when the phone was connected, he could even hear the deafening rain on Gojo Satoru's head.

With a smile in his voice: "After school?"

Ling Yao rubbed his nose with pantothenic acid, "Yes."

Gojo Satoru heard her cry directly from this one syllable, half surprised, half amused, "Isn't it just raining, why are you still crying, and I'm here to pick you up, and I won't Get you in the rain."

His voice was separated from the receiver of the mobile phone and the torrential rain outside, like a dark river flowing from the hot planet into the palm of her hand.

Even the sound of the rain on his end became warm.

Ling Yao couldn't hold back, and began to confess to him: "I... I fell while hiding from the rain, and now my body is covered with sand."

"So miserable?"

His question made her nose sore again, she held back her tears, "Mmm."

"You don't need to change your clothes. Come directly to the entrance of the teaching building. I've already entered. I'm waiting for you here."

"I, my schoolbag and homework are still in the classroom without taking them."

"..." Gojo Goku rubbed the center of his brows, and understood what she wanted to say, "Where are you sitting?"

Just as she was about to say something, Wujo Wu's voice came from the other end of the phone again, "Oh no, I met your friend, I'll ask her. You wait for me at the door of the teaching building first, and don't hang up the phone."

"Ah."

She looked down at herself, everything from clothes to shoes was covered with sand, as if she had just been fished out of a sandpit.

The sand, mixed with rainwater and mud, all stuck to the clothes and couldn't be wiped off for a while.

It's embarrassing to go out to meet people like this.

She looked outside to make sure there was no one outside, so she rushed out to the outside of the teaching building. Because she was afraid of being seen, she hid behind a tree and stared at the door of the teaching building.

"—the bell rings."

Gojo Satoru was calling her on the phone.

At the same time, Ling Yao hid behind the tree and saw Gojo Satoru coming out of the teaching building, still holding her schoolbag.

He just looked up to confirm her position, and looked towards the tree where she was hiding.

Through the rain curtain, he opened the umbrella and walked over, and fished her into the umbrella from under the tree.

The rain was very heavy, and it was not difficult to keep out the rain under the trees. She was already covered in sand and mud, but she was drenched in the rain again, and she looked even more embarrassed.

Angrily and laughing, he tugged at her arm and asked, "What are you doing hiding under the tree? Then the big school building is not as good as this tree to keep out the rain, right?"

Ling Yao shivered from the cold, "...I'm afraid of being seen by my classmates."

She glanced at the sand and mud all over her body, pursed her mouth, "It's a shame."

"So you've been hiding in the locker room just now?"

"Ah."

He knocked on her head, "Then if I didn't come to pick you up today, are you going to hide in the locker room forever?"

He could vaguely hear that his tone was not very good. She shrank her neck and said slowly: "I won't hide all the time, just wait until everyone has left before coming out."

Gojo Satoru hit her on the head again, gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better not give me a cold."

"...What will happen to you if you catch a cold?"

"I have a hundred ways to deal with stupid children."

"..." Ling Yao tried to save her, "Well, I, I'm not a child now..."

Gojo Satoru glanced at her, looked at her for a while, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, "Then what are you?"

The bell shook for a moment, and she was determined. Under his straightforward gaze, Wen Tun said the title he had mentioned twice, "You...your wife..."

When I said it, I felt inexplicably ashamed.

Her cheeks were hot, and she didn't dare to see his reaction, she lowered her head lower and lower.

The sound of rain is getting louder.

After she finished speaking, she was at a loss, and suddenly she put on a coat that covered her head with warm body temperature, which isolated her from the cold air in the rain, and the feeling of being cold because of getting wet also disappeared.

Afterwards, Gojo Satoru threw her schoolbag to her, "Hold it by yourself."

Holding the umbrella in one hand, he hugged her tightly with the other free hand, and walked towards the rain curtain.

His coat was very long, and the coat that had just covered his thighs came to her, covering almost his entire body in it.

Only one pair of shoes was still stained with sand, and the ugly ones were exposed, and the other embarrassments were covered under his coat.

On the way home, pedestrians were in a hurry, and everyone's shoes were covered with mud because of the muddy road, so it didn't seem obvious that she was mixed in.

The embarrassing feeling was finally put away with confidence.

Back home, Gojo Satoru directly stripped her clean, moving very quickly, without giving her time to think, and then directly threw her into the bathtub.

The water temperature was adjusted, and the bath towels and a change of clothes were found and placed next to her.

When he looked up, seeing Ling Yao staring at him, he smiled leisurely: "You want me to wash it for you?"

Thinking of what happened last night, Ling shook her head again and again, "I'll wash it myself."

Gojo Satoru didn't say much, he put his things away and went out.

Ling Yao hid in the bathtub with just the right temperature, and washed it carefully. There was no sticky mud and sand. After washing her hair and drying it, she felt much refreshed.

She put on her pajamas directly, feeling refreshed and feeling alive again.

Coming out of the bathroom, she heard voices in the kitchen, and she looked over.

Just showing half of his head, Gojo Goto said without raising his head, "Come here."

Ling Yao felt very boring: "Your eyes are really foul, I don't even want to jump out suddenly to surprise you."

"What surprise?" He raised his eyelids lightly, and said flatly, "My lovely wife didn't receive it. Is it a surprise to receive a little stray cat covered in mud?"

"..."

Ling Yao pursed her lips, "It's already very unlucky for me to fall, why are you still making fun of me?"

"Are you afraid that I will make fun of you?" He snorted with a smile, "Drenched in the rain, I have been hiding in the locker room for fear of losing face. If I just happened to be at home today and came to pick you up when I was free, you Just wait in the locker room until you catch a cold."

He took a bowl on the table and handed it to her, "Drink it."

Ling Yao saw his unkind expression, and didn't dare to refute, so she could only listen in a muffled voice.

But the bowl of things he gave her suddenly,... She pulled back a bit, with rejection written all over her face, "This smells so bad."

"Then you choose one."

"……what?"

"If you drink this bowl of ginger soup, I won't hold you accountable, but if you don't drink it, and you catch a cold later, I will let you know what it is, domestic violence."

"..."

Ling Yao confessed, took the bowl and drank it in one gulp.

Push the bowl back to him, "I'm done."

He took the bowl and put it away without looking at her, "After drinking, go to do your homework."

After a while, he saw that she hadn't moved, "Speak directly."

The bell shook for a moment, then asked cautiously: "You...you don't know how to do domestic violence, don't you really beat me up?"

He glanced at her, "Want to try?"

"...I don't really want to try it." She tried to express, "I just want to know roughly, roughly, how cruel it will be, so I can be mentally prepared."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru turned around, curled his lips, stared at her lazily and smiled.

After a while, he pulled her over and hugged her in front of him, put the palm on her waist into the hem of the clothes, and rubbed her skin tenderly with his fingers, the place touched was like a ignited fire.

He smiled casually but seductively, and it was easy for her to think of the scene from last night.

Seeing him like this, Ling Yao felt a little unsteady in her heartbeat, and hurriedly pushed him away, "I, I'm going to do my homework first..."

He withdrew his hand, responding very casually, "Well, finish writing early, and give me some time in the evening."

"..."